You don't have to wear your hair in a bun
You can talk too much, like you often do
I can call you, when I'm under the gun
Because I know somehow...
Growing up, I wasn’t what most cats wanna be
I wasn’t cool with the girls
I couldn’t talk like B-E-T
I use to balance school and work
My mother never smiles
Her stone jawed expressions,
Lack luster demeanor
And coal darkened eyes
She is a spear
A spear of...
How you gone’ buy what you cant pronounce?
“Evi-gu jeans nigga!” cost a once
An eighth for the shoes, and a dime for lunch
Diesel in they’ veins...
I have a girl that puts on airs
She thinks that it’s a game when she takes me there
She spends her days much just like her hair,
Have you ever ridden a wave?
Experience the bluest of oceans
Sun beaming down on your back
As the waters break and swell
Sunsets that cover...
Five hundred and four hours
Thirty thousand, two hundred and forty minutes,
To equal no seconds
The most intense waiting game, known to mankind
Involves a kiss, a sultry touch, and a clashing at the rind
So slow, but its fine,
Cut her, fuck-ing throat,
Help her, feel com-plete
Angel of my heart,
She de-serves to sleep
Uneasy is my world,
Unbound like rebel sheets...
They say momma’s baby,
Mother was AB negative,
Yielded A type boy
The man that she trapped held on by a thread,
The sun and the moon,
The earth and the stars,
Nor metaphor does you justice
So I just have to be real
You bleed as I bleed,
The same life colored crimson
That puts the pigment in your lips
Flowing through my veins,
Is the life that fuels your...
Tell me what happened to smooth and cool,
Fusion and bebop
Hard bop and big band,
Well big band, was for white folks
I’m talking about the...
There is a bitter chill outside my window,
Outside my window looking in
Just a stones’ throw from my consciousness,
In provision for my end
Her last poem to eternity
Abortions fed intravenously
Through the likes of my distain,
Up above heartbreak, where ones hopes and dreams reside
Is the birthing place of angels
The domain of you and I
As I look into the darkness,...
Fuck being broke
I’ve played that game,
I want to cop dough and a rose gold chain,
I want a fly whip and a fine ass dame,
No I’m not insane...
all by my lonesome
I am alarmed
I am only happy when it rains
Out pours my frustrations like birds song on windowpanes
Down pours my heart
In this life, in this game
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