Meditations of a Felon
(Frauds & Snitches)
By Blue Azul Corral
Today I will talk a bit about the unknown reality of America's criminal legal system, but I will mostly talk about frauds.
What exactly is a fraud? A fraud is a snitch or a sell out who tell you they love you, but whom at the first sign of trouble give you up and abandon you.
A fraud is an unloyal person, someone who will smile in your face one minute, then stab you in the back the next.
. A fraud is a selfish, unreasonable person. A rat who only thinks in terms of “me, myself and I"
A fraud is a person without honor. They only honor their own asshole.
Frauds put up an act and can care less about anyone else, which is a sad and pathetic thing. See, there’s a difference between being human and being a fraud. As humans we all make mistakes, some bigger than others, (its called human nature) But once you betray a loved one you become a fraud aka rat, snitch, hoe, punk, or sell out. Then that’s when things can never be the same ever again.
I hold no regard for frauds, especially snitches who are too damn weak and cowardly to withstand any type of pressure, and who will sell you out for an extra pillow. Take for example mobsters doing their dirt on the streets, those who are into organized crime. Those who enjoy the thrill of making easy money and controling the drug trade. You are living life on the edge, you know it’s one way or the other, death or prison, and if the Alphabets bust you, you do realize you shouldn't squeal since you knew what you were involved in the moment you chose to take that step forward.
You do not incriminate others just because you got caught slipping in mud while you were doing your dirt.
Please allow me to enlighten you about the legal system. People who have never experienced criminal prosecution, or have never had a loved one sitting on the hot seat, really believe the judicial system is flawless institution. That all changes once you see your sister, brother, mother or father put away for eternity because the prosecutor sold the jury some shit about your pops being a "serial killer" .
I for one have come to hate court rooms because witnessessing hungry prosecutors fabricate stories in order to score another conviction makes want to kill the S.O.B.
Juries are sometimes
tricked by the deceptive lies and brutal exaggerations of an eager prosecutor. Then an innocent human being is sent to prison for a crime he did not commit, or for a crime he did not do intentionally.
I will now speak on some women. Prior to incarceration it seemed as long as I had the money, the drugs, and the flesh, I always had a woman by my side. A good woman is a tough find and clearly impossible for a current convict.
I do not stand alone in my unfortunate predicament because hundreds have gone through the same “I love You’s” we heard from lying lips. They rung hollow and the words were not followed by deeds.
Totally selfishness, total frauds!
It’s a self centered love that some women possess, that if you are not there in the flesh to satisfy their carnal cravings, or their materialistic sence of finacial stability, they run elsewhere to get it. For hundreds of years, bimbos have been running and hunting for more victims to slay with the potent “I love you”. Yesterday someone was fooled; today someone else is the fool. Someone is listening to someone’s phony “I love you”.
Genuine realism is not emotional, counterfeit that unstable people call love. To all the frauds out there “we do not need you” your cowardly actions speak louder than your disposable words”. Do not tell the imprisoned boyfriend or those sick in the hospital bed that you love them. Why didn’t you demonstrate that love with a visit, a phone call? A letter? A moment of your time? True love does not stop at the prison gate or 6 feet under.
True love penetrates through iron bars and concrete walls. A real person will not strive on focusing their love on being loved by another person, but on having the love and realism within for others. The realism within should bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things. A real person walks in love and realism no matter what. No matter if their husband is involved in organized crime.
Every time I hear the classic song “Aint No Sunshine” by Bill Withers I can’t help but think of this and much much more. Frauds say many things, promise many blessings, but when it really comes down to it they can’t uphold their poetry or promises. So with that said I will close out with hope that this message gives you something to think about.
My most respected regards to all my brothers behind bars and their loyal loved ones standing true by their side.
Stay solid and believe that the Great Spirit does not bestow upon any man that which he can not handle.
And to everyone on the outside who’s sold us out F@#k You!
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