Anthony Morales at the 28th Annual Losaida Festival

And So On (feat. Anthony Morales)

Clason Point Gardens Poetry

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After you hop off the Bx5

At the corner of Story and Noble

Head up the block to Hot Millz

24/7 convenience Lotto and Deli

for your preferred roll ups dollar Arizona

and Ham & Cheese on roll

before you go back to the lab

so you can eat relax zone out and don’t

have to go back outside to pass the chessboards

see Dee Lush wrinkle under orange ambiance

every Bloka watching cars criss cross twisted lane

what set you claim

what gang you bang

what up Tone session

why you keeping it moving

no longer chill while all the broke homies linger

everyone grew up passed on left behind

once was great

now outside way too late

lost can’t find

salvation on sale at corner store

no way to escape

we here until we find something better

never forget foundation

remember everywhere you fell down

scraped skin thought wouldn’t stop bleeding

what a feeling bags getting more brolic

Walk around every brick got similar flame product

So much fire

Burned away potential of powerful pueblo

Continuing legacy of broken barrio

Who will organize the tenants of Clason Point

All those years

Generations squeezed in couches

Any possibility of public private propriety

Instead infectious anxiety

PSA 8 still lurking for a security slip

Overnight trip

Throggs Neck Housing Precinct not even

43^rd across slick street

Right next to People’s Firehouse with

Season’s Greetings Wreath

Peek from childhood windows

Might find best friend from next door

Paying drive thru visit

Cement spirit mimic ice grill lyrics

Every Soundview rapper brags about

What guap they got

But you real Sangre

Under federal indictment

Move quiet about how you get it

Nah so loud

Always advertise whatever emptiness available

Wise guy grey hairs gracefully exit

Out the game but you stayed past your prime

Now a shorty shit stain

Who used to be your doula

Wants to splatter extinction

Until you ain’t safe

To smoke in the same place

Bullets chase sharp poison

Bitter liquor sweet revenge

Don’t exist when you still on same bench

Disappear before sun drops temperature

Raises death as topic of conversation

Quick casualty

Coughing up what’s left of courage

Creeping around chest

Powerful mind weakest flesh

Fool school over sweaty chichos

At sausage fest sponsored by Hennessy XO

Very special

Influential insight inhibited because so much

Dumb shit disrupted long lineage

What legacy can we establish for our descendants

Bequeath reputation rotten hatred foul doctrine deceit

Pass along plugs if legit

Let me hold whatever’s remaining

After love evaporates

Meet up at Jimbo’s for best breakfast in regular radius

Built about where we been

Begin to embrace where we at

Hood is toxic trap

But our families held on to us

Push us forward never back onto cool curb pillow

Snooze how much lost

But rest of life here to gain

Every garden mobbing

Where’s the promise of hungry money

Historical district of urban planning

Benign neglect failure follows fickle finance

Food stamps fed us

Malnourished with nutritional deficiencies

From false profit

Never acknowledged for ambitious stories

Instead robbed of liberty

Lack of freedom

Prisoners of ignorant glory

Can’t blame brothers

Bearing beastly burden vicious victims

Of political impoverished public housing system

But bredren

It ain’t the illuminati

That’s killing our righteous living

Searching for Optimism

Pull up

Exchange routes

Relax

Either wise or points high

Swiftly drive by

Interrupt pacing

Racing against what we facing

Immeasurable odds

Forever filthy

Who will feel me

Look over like I love this guy

CPG benches type high

Manana embrace next level

Peace power and justice

Follow faith endless

Always family

Simply stuck

When we all soured up

And don’t give a fuck

What will try enough

Laughing while lurking

Who regards how you searching

Shut down

Next caveman catharsis

Sag with cane sugar

Props for going brazy

Syrupy corn

Exclusive fire

Throat raspy

Strip club market niche

3^rd still scrapping everlasting

Past margin figure that’s cool

Extent of burned out topology

Make up craters age

Slams gravity on hollowed out lungs

This ain’t going nowhere

Soother gotta travel on rugged forest

Break fences ignite under branches

So hype you can taste spliffy saliva

Straight stuntastic rental stash

Riding slow obeying traffic laws

Against crooked bookings central

Anthem celebrate suffocating

What we wish to own

Original god building with ancient wisdom

How was you listening to concrete breathe

Lyrics classic quotable

Chasing chickens

Paint perfect trap talk

Young’n undersmell dank aroma

Light depression heavy clouds

No more or left

Take a leak test

Sum up all your experiences

Results ain’t no epiphany

Extinguished side on

Who back you got

Overstand how reckless fools are

Stooges hobbling for crossover

Ankles all ashy

This brother preaching homicide

When he needs hope and a hot meal

Cool room to crash

When everybody bounce

You still listening to your hood hits

While crew said Fuck You

You stayed wanting end of night el

If flock’s dead who can guide sheep

Towards revival

Resurrection ain’t easy

If respiration’s potential is cloudy

Fizzy piss determines which way you drive

When we gonna thrive

Absolutely complacent with

Public housing paradise

Yap where you at

False prophets fake followers

For Venom can only hope that we apply

Lessons to strengthen next generation

No guidance for chancla entourage

Pinball piff spots perhaps

Next presidents will have passed time like this

Illuminate infrastructure injected inferiority

Within each puff how powerful

Parents potted where your youth lit it loud

Had it once upon a had to grow up

Gain more mananas young brolic

Flexing like fuck it hashtag validviolation

Push purpose in that pen

Friends like family only few left

Go get it the best

Less than never

Stay quite clever

For what you given

Much is owed

Load blessed burden

New world turning in innocent brains

Still that kid from Clason Point Lane

Look yourself in mirror

Please say I CAN

Gather glorious gospel in new land

Embrace unknown

What’s yet to come shall be grand

I still believe I'm a poet. I think that counts for something.

Hope Hangover

When you hit the block

Your fangs descend

Fishscales regenerate

On your exoskeleton

You got a concrete chin in a plywood jaw

With fire hydrant tears

The corner has little concern for

Your vulnerable exterior

Giving away Bravo chips and nacho cheese

On your scrawny shoulders

You left logic leaking from internal bleeding

Beneath the stop sign

Each gypsy cab takes as suggestion

Nobody obeys the speed limit here

Each pedestrian takes rush hour express

For a triplicate signature with notarized witness

Verifying they are you

Hop on shuttle bus completing off books transaction

But forgot a receipt testifying to withdrawal

Call next on full

Hope young boys don’t pick you last

Wait for ball to come to you

Take shot if you open

Make shorties remember your name

Because you got more grey hairs

Than they got losses

Half your sweat inherited

Another amount paranoid investment

For every spot tell them your war stories

Nobody cares unless currency confirmed

Exchanged debt on what you can’t pay

Let gravity pile up your change caliber

Hit up yala to hold a loosey on the arm

While Lucy on patrol salivating for you to spit

Could you ever switch

Write that slithery solo

Dolo to cabeza association of abandona’o

Ese tipo bien pasa’o

Pero chewing for what you can barely nibble

Where mi gente know the riddle of life

Ain’t no fortune cookie

Terrific trinity

Sour haze kush

Begging salvation in front of Holy Cross

Scared to step in all the sins might sting

While angels stare

Who care except who still surviving

Long to scribble in these pages

Face a pagina blanca

Ain’t a smidgeon resembling pigeon

Shitting on you for Buena suerte

Cheers to customers hunting for ganga

Direct dollar tree 99 cent or more

Keep crib mistolin fresh despite

Kitty litter or Entourage

Pausa slash on skin

Buck fifty gauze stitch

Guava guayabera on triple fat goose

Gully peace god

Attempting to maintain

Apply this daily science

So you won’t get an F in finance

Felon without inside tips

Ribs boneless

No bonus for overtime on benches

Homie don’t get spoiled by fine selection

Perforation on back means

Pull with skilled perfection

These walls give dull reception

Sculpt scars around intimidating white space

In a race with shadow

Beating you to finish line

Pinata papi

Candy spin out sugary guts

Take a dump from your clip

Left a few by window sill

Each morning had daily ritual

Sorta iffington in air gone scent linger

Longer than you think

Too much time in between barbed wire parenthesis

Can’t invent these dreams

Wherever you at is the scene

Jungle ain’t gone

Fall through pay your friendly visit

Pain on exhibit

Vintage played out fashion

Wear those wrinkles so well

Old citizen how could you yell

All frazzle stubble

More polite pebble than sure solid rock

On top receding shore

Dawn days of yore

Bubba yummy

Blink unwrap mind map

Where you at

None of your clucking fitness

Tick to click

Memory straight hit trig

Once a kid

Sing a song of Solomon

Lonely king

Hold it like a boulder

Bolsa de fuego waiting to be lit

Who got next twist

Stuff a godfather burned in effigy

Fresh recipe precise knocking

Got whole hood shaking

Over there cheating no duplication

Rain gives papercuts

Bills go extra crispy

Miss me with that frail knowledge

Representation of CPG wise scholars

Ponder tomorrow

Powder pepper trails with dutch remnants

For you to follow

Stuck in town puddle drowns

Strike hype chord praise Lord

Shiver chills ill with bagged up cure

Emptied to be refilled

Form jagged geometry

Geology bugged landscape

Parched tundra

Transform backpark into pop up gallery

Sidewalk silent auction

Spontaneous game from 10473 893 7354

Original numbers remembered

Like scabs you forgot you fell

Train rumble schedule

Static standing behind line caution

Read the signs or

Hack up lung butter fine

Cram shred of steroid corroded beef

Don’t know why or who we fighting

Bare truth at special committee

Where does your sangre stand

Shattered with no lint magic dust

Only got honesty left

With hands out

September is the Best part of the Year, 2015

Sweet September Slide

Have you heard the one about freedom

Further away from cage

More yearning for chains

Diablo don’t want to let you go

Easier with stressed yesterday

Attached to this present moment’s

Ungrateful aspiration

Consequence of faulty policies

Petty procedures

To be sure

Scan the cliff notes contract for fuckshit

Clearly stated in fine print

Forget fantasy

Tropical see and see top pop

Let bubble drip

Math after disposable remainder

Skid mark streak stark reminder

Rusty rainbows beneath cutthroat clouds

Jealous how your skin sponge dirty water

Evil evaporates downpour of doubt

Dedicated despite drought

This limpieza turn chest inside out

Steal what I feel when I reveal what the dealings

Precise percentage almighty algorithm

Punch in data

Spit out promising perspective

Upfront oppression

Shadowy depression

Dragging comfortable cadaver

With impeccable creases

On century lease with daily payments

Compound fracture dusty bones

Exposed hollow tree trunks

Deteriorate core

Break at weakest point

Regenerate scattered pieces of original man

Control your soul

Chaos most charming flaw of character

Mellow meditate during disaster

Super structure founded on

Lazy eyed ghosts of forgotten massacres

Amateur aperture fuzzy focus in foggy film

Wind cries who gives a fuck

Weeping while you wait

Journey starts once you choose to escape

I miss El Puente Academy, Peace and Justice Forever

Make it Rain Journals

                  After Ronaldy Salcedo

Un tipo loco declares

I got an interview with Harvard tomorrow

Gonna get up at 1 am right now its 1130 am

Been screaming non stop

Gillie da kid ghostwriter

Be like Cannon

Dis youth terrible attention deficit

Loose oversized jeans with no belts

Chucks no laces

No braces with sores on gums

Son I’m no ignorant chump

I got my knowledge I signed up for illuminati

When I’m alone I’m a monster

When I’m with peoples I get shook

How you do it Ant

In front of all those people

Big pool gotta dive in

How are you surviving

Ridiculous fool running around weary mask

Sociably barely known locally

Vocally identified before having any place

In bullshit conversation

Inject isolation intravenously

Previously desired greater mananas

Now prisoner of your palabras

Disciplined by drama

Can’t even pretend to be calmer

Hypebeast is on overdrive

Stupido zone eyeballs rolling back in blessed skull

Beloved baba precedent over rising above

Elevation held back by grimy gravity

What is sanity when we all barely hanging on

Nails poorly hammered floor board squeaking

One eye peeking behind bangs

Don’t let your hope hang off a tree

Can you believe blood on leaves from brown brain

Hanging in breeze sad strange fruit

Pursuit of death instead of defining your life