The White Man In prison

You don't stand a chance in any prison in any state at any given time because you have become a minority.The system was set up by society to protect you from the deviants of this world and now you have been thrown into the lion's den. You would be better off tying a pork chop to your bottom and jumping into a pit of wild dogs. Our society has over populated our prisons with black males, the same males who now have a complex and just looking for some white boy to turn into their girlfriend.This is their moment, their time to extract revenge on the judge who sentence them, the prosecutor who convicted them, the white jury who sentence them to so much time that they will never get to see their children, sleep with their wives, or tell their mothers that they love them. Yes it's true at any prison at any time is full of black men and women filling like they got the shaft. How do you think you could possibly make in prison controled by blacks with an attitude.I have seen white boys gang rape just because they were white and I have witness young white boys turn into girls, their manhood stripped away and not a thing anybody can do about it.Once behind those bars you are in a different world, the abiss and the guards won't help you,your family can't help you and it dosen't matter how much money they have.You think you're a thug with a thug mentality until you walk behind that fence and realize that these men and women are facing life sentences or so much time that they have sold their souls just to survive. White man listen up, society didn't mean for this to happen to you but now that you're here lets see how you survive when you walk into the shower.Oh! if you drop the soap please don't bend over to pick it up.One more thing throw in all the drugs and alcohol and you have entered the devils playground.

The Crackle of The White Rock

It's time my friend to open your eyes and see
what the crackle of the white rock has done to the
It's taken it's time and damaged you're mind
it's now twisted, polluted, blackend and fried
Your personality is two faced
Your manhood has been stripped
For the crackle of the white rock has sent you on a trip
A far journey you've taken through the land of thick smoke
It's kept you in the closet and praying you choke
You see it has no feelings it just make you the joke
The crackle of the white rock just draws you in
It makes you hate yourself and causes you to loose your friends
It's a powerful thing just waiting for your destruction
cause once it's grabbed you
you can no longer function
Not in your right mind with commen sense
For the crackle of the white rock leaves you no defense
So it's time my friend to open your eyes and see
The crackle of the white rock is your worse enemy
It's killing not only you, but me
cause I'm trying to be there for you my friend every day
But you are lying
hurting me and it's slowly pushing me away
I love you
but don't like you
and it's scary to say
But the crackle of the white rock has me feeling this way
So please try to fight it
Try to pull away
Get help for yourself
Kneel down and pray
Kill the crackle of the white rock
Now
Today
Please

The End

By Velma Byrd Eddings

Story For Robbie

I listen to a story of a young man from Florida who had gotten caught up in life's web of obstacles and challenges. I immediately thought about me at the age of twenty-one trying to find my way and allowing outside interferences to poison my mind. I was a good kid, an athlete who had proved that I could play with the best of them. I began to experiment with different drugs, drinking, girls and I found myself falling into this trap. It happen so quickly that before I knew it I was hustling to take care of my habit. I became good at it, I found myself on top of the game, women, clothes, jewerly, cars, everything the rap stars and athletes brag about. I was the king of my domain surrounded by my peers who I thought admired and loved me. Life has a way of smacking you in the face with reality. You see, I ended up spending the rest of my twenties and most of my thirties behind bars. I lost everything and as I sat in those prisons I realized that my so call friends had forgotten about me . The ones who help my spend my money at the clubs, the women who call me special had moved on to my best friend or other dealers still in the game. On Sunday when other inmates were getting ready to visit with their families I sat there knowing that nobody was coming to see me. I had know choice but to realize that I had to fight for my life, regain the person I was before all of this deceit. I got on my knees and prayed to my father in heaven to restore my life back to sanity. As for my friends, well some are in prison, some are dead. I went back to school and started a motivational speaking business. Life could not be better but I had to accept defeat and realize that it was time for a change. Oh! By the way my family who I thought was ragging me about changing my life was right there with open arms to not only congratulate me in my change but to help me along the way. I could not have done it without them. Robbie if you are reading this I believe you know what I am saying. It's now time to rise up and take back your life. I'm out! Ron Eddings