Can I have some kisses…. Sweet like Dragon fruit dripping juices from your summers retreat….. I’m so high off your love…. I’ve injected your romantic while eye stare into my eyes….. I’m weak for you and I know you want round two….. With your knees trimbling when you hear my timberlands moving closer to your intergalactic space that I would like to travel light years to….. Invite me through you solar system and milky way and I will make your meteors show all over me….. Please! My only desire is to treat you with a queens respect……. I’ll lay you down in the gardens of Eden, planting my seed on furtal grounds and watch as you bare our beautiful fruits wile we properly nourish them ripe and intuned with life…… Together forever and one day….. Lets lock lips when winter comes our way……. Let your sweet and rich valley be the place for me to taste…… Dig your nails in my back when I pull closer and just embrace…… In your heart I will be caged like a bengal tiger that swallowed the only key to his escape…… I’m trapped in your thoughts and youre the chains that bound me to your love bug that I caught……. Hold me tight wrong or right…… And no this ain’t for one night. I am your loves slave, and you and only you posses the key to my release….. KEEP EM, BECAUSE IM GLAD TO BE YOUR SLAVE LOVE!
The blues…. Down and out… Poor and more… Some how life keeps showing me the door. So I leave out but I can’t get away from shame. Fingers get pointed and my index is double jointed and somehow my pointer and trigger puller get pointed back at the so called anointed and mirrors dance all around me laughing and ridiculing my discomfort. Disgruntled facial expressions close captioning my thoughts in discretion. Nothing but lent and space in my pockets apartment space. Angry, downing whiskey with no chase. Holes in my jeans, stains on my sleeves, aim and release, begging for change, please! While my hands out, proud not, jail rot, pail tops while the dogs just chase their tails in the same spot. Dead locked on New graveyard space because that’s where I’m headed soon. The very moment I breach my mother’s womb I was doomed and nothing but facts. So stop telling me these double barrel lies so you can feel better. Please open your eyes because what you’re doing to me is not a surprise AMERICA….. The white and the blue come first. The red is lost with all fifty stars. POE FOLK!
Poverty…. Need I say more. Look at my hands. Tough and callused with tendons torn. Drug wars and strong arm robbery mixed together like by racial babies. Hand guns are aborted after a life has been taken, and the bullets cover your skin like scabies. When the night falls corrupt police lurk. Bloody tee shirts found in the gutter and dirty money made late night while death stays close like a baby’s mother. Shoot outs… Hand guns and assault rifles being reloaded and discharged… Bullets breaking into car windshields and grazing apartment burglar bars. Breath taking! Living life on a blade… Every next step in life leaves sharp lacerations my feet and hopes bittersweet like fresh squeezed lemonade and my only concern is being under paid.
No room for starving so I’m mobbing taking everything I can get my hands on, and Lord knows it’s wrong but my family’s going to eat or my mind will lose its last good conscience by defeat and my mind will be gone. No justice no peace our lives mean nothing… Expendable, worthless to the 100th degree. Drugs are in me… Everyday I’m losing a brother or mother to these heartless streets. Die I will… Stand I will… Kill at will… Self defense…. No finger prints… My life is dense… The hearts color now is as dark as the night gets with no street lights there… Listen……. And observe while I lay on the curb with my hands in cuffs with no key it’s rough, but for me it’s life do you are my strife and these words I might just burn tonight. Nobody never loved us… So how can I have any conference to love myself or others.
Put a gun to my forehead and pull the trigger.. But no matter how I lived when I die in there eyes I will always be a n#####…