Showing posts with label #TheFirst48. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #TheFirst48. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2026

Back At The Scene Of The Crime (Part Ten)

 Check us out as we come through on this Monday morning we're back at the scene of the crime!

It's prime time for capitalism who's caught in the system / matrix, out here going through the struggle / caught in a moment of time..

..aka a critical stage of development, gaffled wishing you could reclaim your time like Brotha O, a nightshift wordsmith caught out here writing redemption's song?

Per collected acumen but naysayers / thought and fashion police? they're disrespecting, my diplomatic immunity / grace / favor / exemption is all wrong!

Back at the scene of the crime Brotha O stayed strong with supreme courage and maximum strength but maneuvers leading to prideful ruin was not my mission.

Back at the scene of the crime? already knew the struggle is real so no fronting / faking / flexing a distorted imagery it's not how we're living!

Back at the scene of the crime? reality is unforgiving it doesn't care what you're going through more will be added to your meal / plate..

..by these chefs in Hell's Kitchen, so what's up / what's happening? they aren't trying to hear your rebuttal or debate!

That Quincy Jones / Barry White type of secret garden? a crime scene, it yielded a ghastly bloom..

..part of the larger harvest, not one for the world like the Isley Brothers,  soon it led to a prideful ruin.

Apparently those plants are evil; they'll need to be pulled from the roots!

Back at the scene of the crime? after First 48 type of investigations they're found to be weapons used to settle disputes.

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Back At The Scene Of The Crime (Part Four)

 We're trying to get over the hump per this HumpDay Extravaganza, catch me dipping down I-20 in Atlanta...

..my gateway to the universe; traffic made me pray and curse but I kept it moving passing the scene of the crime where plumes of smoke escaped from Biolab In Conyers it was no joke; somebody will understand a brotha!

Back at the scene of the crime analyzing the raw data like a detective from First 48 in Gwinnett County or Tulsa; meanwhile I sank slowly into it; oh yes, the driver's seat of the vessel / mothership?

It's very comfortable as I dip through local / national / international and intergalactic settings avoiding Kash Patel / Tulsi Gabbard / Todd Blanche types trying to jam me up like James Comey but my zone is perfect homie up in the mothership! perfect for a nightshift wordsmith..

..or grim oracle accompanied by the O-Dog Day Partyer dropping this breakbeat science on the scene of the crime but called imperfect per the naysayers.

The sport goes sideways at these crime scenes, populated by streetside memorials due to previous episodes but check these modes they can't stop these players!

The sport goes sideways at these crime scenes but we're back on these scenes, I mean where else are we supposed to go?

Back in the day the old school Baptist preacher up in Louisville told us to govern ourselves accordingly so we're supposed to know..

..how to act when we're back at the scene of the crime; the drama is compelling it doesn't quit / stop! time moves on, slipping / slipping mentioned by the Steve Miller Band but some might understand as I revisit some episodes.

Soon? caught out there playing it like a shadetree mechanic when adjusting mood meters into different modes?

Plus while back at the scene of the crime we know jokers aren't playing fair! different codes will be needed to adjust reality.

Even tarot cards say I'm ready to love again ; I don't know we'll see!