Desolation

“Understand that I’m a man that’s been through to much to give a fuck…..”

 

Bang!

Bang!

Melted the cotton on his t-shirt…

Hole so big you could grow a small tree out of his Chest…

A messs…

 

The retaliation was to loud!

That the police didn’t even come till the next day…

Everyone was out side like…

It didn’t happen…

Children playing and laughing…

 

While body’s and half shells lay in the street…

Patty cake…

Patty cake…

Double dutch ropes…

Tag!

 

Your it…

little girls wearing make up and mini skirts…

Little boys trying to play with them…

Parents are God knows where…

Braided hair and condoms filled with hard heroin…

 

Diaper bags filled with pure cocain…

Hand gun violations…

Shoving shells in your pasta…

Spaghetti sause leaks down into the gutters…

I wanna go home!

 

Singing the insane insomnia games…

Turning brains unfunctional…

Muder murder murder…

Kill kill kill…

The voices are so fucking real!

 

Stepped on shoes by mistake…

His apologies got him killed…

I’ll just try to forget by…

Drinking and popping pills…

Ecstasy or pain killers…

 

On the way to the dealers…

Shipped……..

 

 

 

ONE AND A HALF

Naive…

Peeking through…

shallow streams…

 

Bolt action mouth peace…

You must choose your first words…

Or die by your impression…

 

My ears only here your untitled…

Trying so hard…

Dieing so soft…

 

Quiet…

Think…

Listen to me…

 

Our views are so different…

That it differs with how I think…

It cracks the tank…

 

Clouds black of memories…

Only when you speak…

My day to day is painfull…

 

So it’s easy for you to delete…

My blues and lows…

Saying you understand…

 

Trust me…

You dont…

You never will…

 

Your never sick…

I’m always ill…

My ailments come from…

 

Slum living…

Handgun privileged…

Racism…

 

Crooked cops…

That plant drugz on victim’s…

Breaking a never mended…

 

Never ending…

fuel to a family that…

Was never there…

 

My only  family is…

Cell block living…

Welfare and Automatic weapons…

 

This country is the only terrorist…

That I See…

Things I can tell you…

 

Even if I did…

Tell you how we living …

You wouldn’t even believe me…

 

So if you want to see…

Feel the heat…

So close to you…

 

That it left 2nd degree…

Burns through concrete…

Robberys…

 

Drama that can escalate…

Into something you can’t run from…

So your left to wonder…

 

when will I die…

waiting for some kind of rapture…

What’s worst better?

 

living…

Or living to suffer…

 

You wouldn’t no…

Because your life has no true struggles…

 

 

you need to listen…

then you will understand that I’m not as evil as you think…

My money may have blood on it

 

 

 

 

Sweet Paralysis By You

Mercury poisoning…

Ill sex appeal..

I try not to make this all about you..

If they see what I see blind…

Using pure sences other then eyes…

To feel you…

Inside and out…

I’d rather inside then out…

Unique race to the spot…

I need…

Put it on me…

I want to here about your day…

“Get your mindz out the gutter…”

“I wanted her to drop off her conversation…”

“words run adjacent to what creates love…”

“True love…”

“listen more than you talk…”

“watch as a open mind can be praised…”

 

living for the day…

apart from you…

I can’t stay…

Randomly…

You just make my day…

You created my day…

As humans…

We can all lust for sins of the skin…

What is in the minds of your opposite…

Is a undisputed…

Speachless…

Special tag team…

Breast feeding…

To nurture a universal…

Goose bump given…

You feel him/her deeply…

like when a good song is played…

It’s a fact…

In no view is fictional love…

 

“ya!”

“I said love….”

 

Love!

Love!

Love!

“And guess what?”

 

 

 

 

Bottled water……………..

 

 

 

Naw…

unfiltered love!

No need for bottling!

Like collagen for better skin!

 

“Sombody teach the youth that love isn’t a sin….”

“Only when it’s not real…”

 

Sunny And Cold

Two things I love…

No prof of income for the pain in my eyes…

Or yours…

Your deeply offended by…

Every guy who says good bye after they’ve had you…

For one night…

Used like a topless doormat…

We crossed paths…

Sunny and cold…

Dreams that fortold our mixmatch…

Best friends on the same path…

To secretly not want to die alone…

We just want to die sometimes…

Eyes closed behind a closed casket…

The only show ups the dirt being poured over us…

By life and death…

No fresh breaths of air…

Polluted Skys grey…

Eye spy no shade…

Jumping into a pit of snakes…

Just to play with…

They remember our names…

More than the faces that say they love us…

Sunny and cold…

left us alone…

The world is a dog…

We are just the remains of bones…

Gang catastrophic war zones…

Understanding each other…

from spirits across the globe…

Till it kills us…

where already strong…

Sunny and cold…………

 

 

It’s Not You… It’s Really Just Me…..

Red cellophane wraps around the arrow…

Struck us going through the hug in view…

Billions of lessons learned from what the heart refuse…

Infused with thought of where and who…

Where are you like “Scooby-Doo…”

80s scrunchy stylish matching my memory…

It’s whats in your chest that counts…

Never what the mind thinks…

lime bittersweet…

Like violent crimes of revenge…

Copyright infringement on how you see me…

If no one else does…

You can see me…

You’ve pass through a crowd of wealth and handsome features…

Through the nice cars, homes and a college dagree…

Passing through those guys who can give you everything….

Way more then me…….

 

For….

Me…

 

 

“My eyes are starting to well…”

 

 

 

Even when I say your to good for me…

Knowing that sometimes the heart can tell a lie….

Just not this time…

Don’t get mad…

Just be understanding of those insecurities inside…

That I have…

Of this nowhere near perfect mind…

So sorry……

I’m not your Type…

My cup will continue to…..

Runith over with tears……

“I don’t even think I spelled that correctly….”

I’m just incorrect….

You deserve better than a man with a dark past…

A bleak present…

A future I can’t find in disguise…

No true path…

Only remaining above water…

Alive………….

 

 

 

 

 

like you did with every other guy to find me….

Just pass me by…

Just miss me…………..

 

Ashamed!

I Am L.N.G! Part 1Million! The Mausoleum Flow…….

I was…

Never like this…

One child…

Being beaten…

In front of the others…

Can only take enough shit…

 

Crazy…

How men…

Forced my hands…

To shoot quick…

 

Babylon, blood suckers…

Blue tip ticks…

 

Tricks of my…

Hand to hand…

Trades…

Ended by loose lips…

 

Tinted glass windows…

Down one ways…

“Pay attention!”

Or lose it…

 

You couldn’t get…

To the stash…

Quick enough…

 

So the remains…

Of you…

On the pavement…

Remains with your…

Stained try…

 

Not stingy…

So I…

Shared shells…

With the other side…

 

A lot of mothers, sister and etc…

Cried…

So I’ll always remember…

Those years…

 

Drugs didn’t do…

Them selves…

Like it was  fashionable…

 

The nervous system…

Steaming from…

The abuse of…

Street life…

The Facts Of Life

On the Farris wheel top screaming…

I’m high!

low life voices that tell me good bye…

 

Open the p to let me dock…

Cargo delivery was a open house…

 

 

Sometimes I get tired of…

Rhyming for this attention…

Fixes nothing…

Pulling my hair out kind of terror…

Look at my ashy knuckles…

Gun butt the diversity of lingeries…

That attempt to soffacate my wisdom…

Till I feel dumb…

Novacained my ring finger…

Dissappear Dimond…

Look at the shadow…

Didn’t even cry then…

I knew that raven would fly away…

 

 

I don’t know why you ever came.

Closed the casket on real dreams.

To be….

A stable…

Loving…

Repopulation of mother earth…

We just couldn’t…

I just couldn’t…

Be

A

Thing…..

 

Personal memories estranged…………

Just A Little Simplicity

Your accent is in my palms like lotion…

Rejuvenates my skin…

Face bright…

“Let your soul glow…”

written on faces…

The new skin tone…

Defacement of your old properties…

Probably…

I was fed up with the drama…

Okinawa’s cold own blessings…

The pink camilla is still resting…

Awakening…

Never forgetting…

Like your old home room numbers…

Clone your personalities…

Quadrupled my morality…

living good with…

A brain…

You can keep your beauty…

 

Tiger Fist

Names quiet…

Rained on the riot…

Toppless on windshields…

Land O Lakes in the pockets…

Shoes made out of ostrich…

Oh!

Take them off!

Don’t touch the mystery…

Unsolved…

If they catch you…

Don’t mention the mobb…

Creep down on plush…

Mink coats with 8ths of dust…

Let them get some…

Feel the corse…

A race trap in the voice…

Kidnapping and Extortion…

Ransom note bloody…

Pieces of mayflower sent…

Later on when it pours…

Cuffs on the wrist…

Toe tags found…

Body bags in the river…

fresh timber in the oven…

Back home with no discussion…

 

 

Drowning White Supremacists

They said…

Nevermind that…

I’ve never been a fan of doctor Martin Lucifer King Jr…

Turn the other cheek yet you lie and cheat on your wife as she sleeps…

Turn to another pair of butt cheeks is what he ment I guess….

“You mean to tell me if someone hit your mother in the face closed fist in front of you……”

You would say…

It’s OK…

He’s just hurting inside…

Whatever!

 

Played into the hands of the KKK…

“They won’t fight back!”

“So let’s kidnap and kill them!”

 

 

The past repeats itself till a race civil war starts…

Everyone is focused on the wrong shit…

 

 

“My country tis of thee…..”

“Sweat land of liberty…”

 

 

Never liberated from the true struggling…..

Invading other countries is patriotic in the heartless snakes of higher Archy…

Kill for your country and get rewarded …

That’s what I call a terrorist…

“Fine people on both sides….”

Fuck is he talking bout!

 

 

You are not my president!

Do you forget it………………