Eight, Six, Two

By Khali Raymond

I had to cook this one up for ya.' I've been thinking about how I could serve others with my gifts in the arts instead of always trying to outdo myself each time that I craft a new project. My hometown has been on my mind a lot as of late. I think it is time for me to do an homage to it. As a matter fact, that is exactly what I am doing here. Newark, New Jersey - stand up!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Khali Raymond
• Release date: Mar 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463019177

Khali Raymond

Khali Raymond is an exceptional individual who had published a lot of work at a very young age. His serious and realistic writing style is just the icing on the cake when you’re indulging into him. Not only he’s into writing, but he has a muse for music and a whole lot of other things as well. Khali Raymond was born on December 22, 1998 in Newark, New Jersey. Ever since then, Khali has been working at refining his craft in the writing field.Learning how to read at the age of two, there were bright things ahead for this wise man. After going through a lot of life-changing experiences throughout his years, it’s inevitable that he’s doing this. As Khali writes book after book at a rapid rate, you can’t help but wonder how he does it. His continuous efforts to put out riveting and mind capturing work arouses a lot of people’s interest. People are curious as to what goes on in the head of this reclusive genius.Khali’s love for his city and community is extremely strong. That alone is a primary influence for his work. His continued humbleness and strong work ethic will carry him into places that the average person can dream of reaching. A lot of mystery shrouds this genius author, but Khali is more than genius. As he makes a vow to write until he dies, the good work will keep coming your way.When you do happen to read Khali’s work, the themes and vocabulary he uses is extremely strong and provocative. You will feel drawn into the power of his sword, and that sword is his pen. Be sure to follow Khali on all social media platforms you can find him on so you can see what he does next.

Book preview

North Ward

Vignette One

On December 22, 1998, I met a woman named Beth

inside the hospital of Israelites, over by the

Crown where they fried the breasts hard.

Over by the school named

after a man who came up

with a variety of ways to use peanuts.

I still remember the bodega

which was across the street from there

It’d be crowded every morning.

No wonder you were constantly marked tardy

In line trying to get a baconeggandcheese sandwich

And yes, it’s all one word where I’m from.

Twenty-one years ago, a star became reincarnated.

To this reality I returned.

Made a truce with the creator to fulfill

my karma in this life I’ve been granted

Since my cord of wisdom was cut at birth

I lost all the intelligence that I came here with

Though it was flowing freely through my

DNA like blood cells in my veins which was

used to pump this vessel that I row today

I’m still on the journey

I’m still figuring myself out

It has been torture

Nails have been laid into my hands, arms,

and feet like they had me on the cross, story of Horus

That other character doesn’t exist,

sorry if you’re too religious to hear this

I ain’t have enough patience to sit

in church so I got up and left

Holy Trinity this dick, nigger

My ancestors were not impressed

by your mindless brainwashing

Falsities from friends who

were not my friends at all

Ideals from family which

were portaled by disguise

Made out to be a monster, a psychopath

Told I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about

Masonmen are seeing me

Veils have fell like clovers

I have been called crazy, yes

I have had my ideals tarnished, yes

I have wanted to walk away from the

awakening multiple times, yes

Set tripping, yes

Questioning my purpose, yes

Losing all momentum, yes

Quitting, no

Dropping out, almost

But no

Stopping the truth,