Color Blinded

A book worm in tequila drowns the sequel…

Attached to match sticks burning my equals…

 

 

Xanax bars broken up in to petroleum…

Drug smuggling rules to make the big house whole again…

 

 

After the money bags the umpires red robbing hood…

Stick to home base or lace your fingers with Hollywood…

 

 

Freedom is a under statement under genocide forgotten…

United snakes of stolen space roamed kneeling to pick cotton…

 

 

Twisted knife into flesh you’ll never forget…

The same game he first met buying his own ticket…

 

 

That’s what you call news!?

Kids are starving outside breaking the rules…

 

 

He’s crazy, he’s violent, he’s the neighborhood tyrant…

Mocking his foot steps of the man before his silence…

 

 

Cyanide poison in toco meat fed to child molesters…

Watch how civilization looks the other way as she grows to be testers…

 

 

The butler of a racist women and man…

Stole all there jewelry and silver wear…

 

 

To you those may seem like fibs or fairytales…

Behind the dumpster is were you will find the riches of stale…

 

 

Goodman…

Good evening…

After getting even…

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Defience Is Our Night Lost

If you shall ever fall out of love with me…

I will still pick you up…

If I tell someone I love them…

My words can never crumble…

You no where your true home is…

Where my heart resigned from struggle…

When you grow to understand that…

life don’t revolve around selfish manors…

Then I think the more you will love me…

If you fall out of love with me…

I’ll pick you back up…

So keep standing…

Just keep standing…

 

 

I think about you everyday…

Some times I want to tell you…

I know you have other things to think about…

So I’ll just stand back and let you…

A beautiful little number just like her mother…

The mother is the one I’m in love with…

Wish I could have given you a little brother…

I got tired of asking her to come home…

I don’t really think she wanted to…

If you fall out of love with me…

I will still pick you up…

 

Skin yellow like rubber ducks…

I wish you could be my baby bottle pop…

A loose cannon like I was…

Your temper makes me hot…

I would call you a queen…

Even though you thought you were not…

I could show you this world of mind…

Then make it ours…

I think that cruse line left…

Left me behind…

It’s cool though…

All those days of your accent…

hhhhhhaaaa….

love love love….

Id smell your neck first…

Then my lips would make traffic…

Don’t!

get!

me!

started!

If you ever fall out of love for me…

hey!

I’ll still be here to pick you up…

I love you….😘

 

 

 

 

Away From The Goat

Wind chimes speak up!

No bad spirits…

Finnaly awaken up the iris on 12cc’s…

Nose candy crash corse…

1000 songs corsed through my bodies orchestra!

I’m in love with opera music…

 

Oddly cracking dutches…

Filling them with happy harp strings.

Strange!

Oh how strange I am…

lyrics are provided by vices…

Time shifts to clock in…

Over the day went…

 

I made it…

I made it…

My pulse maybe stubborn….

My mind can grow leap years…

Damn that man can hustle…

Seeing my grand kids…

From the highest heights…

 

Non living!

They told me good night grand pa…

I sang…

“twinkle twinkle little star…”

I really wish I could be where my kids are…

They couldn’t hear me in voice..

The ears to there souls did work…

Back to reality…

 

In the kitchen frying plantains…

The soft yellow ones…

Slipping on olive oil…

Sugar…

Breaking there fall is a non stick pan…

Now that’s living!

 

I hear when no one can see…

To live with common lugzerys.

Food!

Amen!

Let us thank him for our moves…

Strait to the temple…

A good day…

Pop Quiz

I prayed…

Basic plea bargain to only get 90 days of infections insanity…

Fuck it…

I’m no different…

Knowing we all have our super down double down moments…

Fatal Absolute even almost inches a way from being injected…

I’ve entered a old patter of self implosion…

They couldn’t hold me back so I exploded…

That old hopless young man was me screaming for someone to her…

I can only be pushed but for so long…

After that I’m pulling teath dotting eyes and crossing Tee.. Shirts…

Bloody…

I’ve never been a bully…

Never been a bitch nether….

So I had to make you hear me this season…

Your semester is closed like your eyes permanently…

This goes on my new permanent record…

Remember……..

I warned you not to test me…

You Could Never Feel My Pain

(R.I.P  Prodigy from mobb deep… This was the titles to one of my favorite songs from P….)

 

*These words are by me…*

 

You could never feel my pain….

Born from a cancerous killing machine called dad…

I lost over ten people I was close to at 14…

Unexplainable murder scenes…

No pity for me at all…

I was a big contributer to this type of violence speed…

I’ve seen more piss on dead body’s then classes in school…

I watch children become killers!

Teenagers make millions!

Brutal fatalities in buring piles of bodys!

Street official!

The old man told me I’m the last of a dieing breed…

Bald headed with scars on my headaches…

Body stiff an tence from every jail cell I sleep in…

Never caught but I always went away for never snitching…

Bail review snacted up!

No bail and preliminary hearings…

Calm I stayed…

Asking God ware where you when my sister was being molested…

When my brother almost died from a deep stabbing almost inches from hitting his juggler vein…

When my little man went insane and went on a killing spree…

When my best friend lost half of his head right next to me…

When the women I love had me set up for a robbery…

Drinking water from the reservoir with lead in it…

Feds raided my grandparents home!

Through a flash grenade in the hands of my incent 6 year old cousin…

She was never right sence…

No justice ever came to us…

Just the blue busses on the way to the state pen…

Living rough were you have no choice but to take a life…

If you don’t…

Then you will be murdered next…

You could never feel my pain…..

You could never feel my pain…

This isn’t even 10 percent…

 

 

 

Black Zeus

You no…

Sometimes I feel like I belong on a battle field. My Knuckles are already bruised, swollen, lacerated and often bloody…..

See…

I love nothing more than a good phsycal Fist Fight. Maybe I’m just old fashioned. I don’t know…

I use to deal with problems by fighting.. Sometimes as brutal as possible. Even when these young kids don’t play fair. Always wanting to end there problems with shooting…

If I can catch them quick enough… All I need is one punch. People even use to pay me to fight there battles…

Sometimes I didn’t even take the money. I just wanted to fight away all my emotional problems…

Not even caring if I live or die…

Trusting Is My Down Fall

(sorry bout all the cleavage)

 

I’m a shot down plane…

Abused mentally by user who prey on losers like me…

Pathetic!

People will never understand the Impact they leave on you bare sleeve no more at ease…

No more…

Pathological, Narcissistic, lieing and more!

Never knowing the hearts they tore…

Peaces of me like torn paper on the floor…

Knees shaking as I hit the ground sayimg why lord…

I don’t cry or scream out…

I bleed out from shooting myself in the foot…

Once more!

Proving that humans are like revolving doors…

It’s like they only want you around to study you!

Hustling you!

Out of your points of view…

your mind!

Your heart!

The things you’ve been through!

I tell myself everyday!

I won’t let people get close to me…

They don’t deserve my loyalty…

My day will end…

Buy punishment when I find out I put myself in a oven mit…

It guards your hand, but when you hold the heat for so long it burns through…

lt wasn’t real at all…

It didn’t cover you from the pain…

It only became the problem…

you know what…

Fuck The whole list of dicarded assholes…

They only talked shit to piss on you as a outcome….

Humans don’t mean shit to me…

humans don’t mean shit to meeee!!!

 

Let’s Talk About The Valentine’s-less

Not wanting…

Deeply wanting…

To be acknowledged…

As a great love…

A great man…

A great woman…

No light at the edge…

Sitting in silence instead…

 

No lover…

No loved ones…

No sweet or tenderness…

No heart shapes…

Can enyone relate…

Does enyone have a date…

Does enyone have a mate…

 

Let’s talk about the valentine’s-less…

 

Do you choose to be…

Or are you just saying it…

Faking the faces of a joyless joy…

Inside no love lingers…

Only held back tears never graduating…

Maybe lit middle finger…

Ring finger ringless…

As you…

Watch or listen to the other love birds…

While your without…

Acting like you don’t care…

On the real…

You do…

 

Let’s talk about the valentine’s-less…

 

Sad…

Not showing it…

When they laugh…

You blend in laughing to…

In your heart saying things…

Aginst valentines brutal…

It’s all cool though…

You can step in my shoes though…

Don’t even trip…

I’m just like you though…

I understand…

I know…

 

Let’s talk about the valentine’s-less…

 

I sincerely hope if your like me…

You will find real love…

I know it’s not even about valentines…

Or stupid cupid…

It’s all about how we feel…

Those on the opposite…

Will never know…

Hey…

Don’t ever feel bad though…

There’s always someone going through it to…

Just know that some people can say they dont…

Yet…

They want it even more than you…

 

I’m talking to the valentine’s-less…

Mind Gymnastics

Water on glass…

Five fingers left…

Sundial time shade…

Slow music from the 50s…

It was jazz…

Mid nap I kidnapped…

You sighted me…

You signed your rights over I…

Written on my heart…

Your declaration breaks the boulders of temptation…

Racing up and down lolly pop candy

Brandy or Wine?

 

 

 

Glamorous shine opens detection…

Super soaker pumped 9 times 1997…

Young money is what they called me…

You called me daddy as a pet name…

Your the older teacher…

I’m the teachers pet name…

Code named Mr Good…

Sentences with no traffic lights…

An even if…

I’ll run them all for someone valuable…

Never something…

Vodka or Gin?

 

 

 

You gave me the canyons greatest view…

I moon walked across Yosemite…

You called me sam…

I am the night shookin up from that dance…

I never danced…

Well…

Until you gave me your hand…

Skin soft like melted warm butter…

I don’t gamble but…

I bet you I can make you heat ovens…

Heat the pilot with your burning eyes for me…

Like lazers from where I’m standing…

Or me standing beside…

No enter sign…

Even if there was one spotted over you…

I’d still brand you with what you want and need…

Between fireworks in the sky that hurt…

Open your heavens…

No sex to sexest…

Meditations high channels…

Making you feel like Im right behind…

Never there…

Only through texts I will prevail…

Scotch or Whiskey?

 

 

 

I wish it was me there….

 

 

 

 

 

Take It… Control…

(explicit 18+)

 

 

Shaking a kind omega of stretching deep…

In…

Side…

Oral fixation pations to make us happen…

I can make you believe…

Examples will be made…

You love my control over destination…

Yet…

Tonight I am your slave…

Doing whatever you say…

She told me to tickle her inner thighs with a slithering toned rehabilitation…

You left the doors wide open…

The window of opportunity is what I came in…

No stage fright…

The grand performance left us tied tight…

It’s like I dream of genie…

Reversed…

You rubbed my lamp till wishes came out…