That Day

Boom

Boom

Boom

 

Fi

Fi

Fi

 

Truck crashed

It wasn’t no drive by

No hide by

Walk downs including

Outer space

Blown out of the space

The thoughts were in

Trials and tribulations

Force hands to bury

A non matching gang sign

Imagine

If it never happend

The shooters

Small family would have

Died

Mercedes Benz property

Raw sex with fate unpredictable

Call your local psychic

She wouldn’t have never

Well

Nevertheless

Chest pieces went missing

Off the board

Simon says

Whoever pulled that trigger

Is alive till this day

Fate

Over

Everything

 

 

Sized Up The Sugar

Face palmation…

On your knees…

Critical…

She for shadows…

I need more…

Action…

More satisfaction…

I have a overdriven attraction…

Maybe it’s the accent…

Or…

The passing of…

Minds…

This is a authentic…

The two…

Just…

And only you…

Plus me…

Let’s…

Spice things…

No GMO’s here…

Ordinary odd attachments…

I love odd…

Brains and books…

You smell like…

A bake sale…

Translation…

I wanted some sticky buns…

Coffee cakes home made…

A sweet love…

Fragrance of dove…

Lotion on her skin…

Came from the…

Inside of a coral reefs…

blood…

Aphrodisiac…

Neck of a nectarine…

Naked…

She gave in…

Mating…

On a inscription…

That says…

My real last name…

love…

 

Hand Out The Dirt

Over the hill…

I through the black cat…

Picking flames…

Off four leaf clovers…

I don’t believe in…

What the majority sees…

I reject clues…

I already seen sketches…

I see things that most look through…

 

Strychnine sipping…

Tilting over…

It’s not strong enough…

To make visions Dissappear…

 

I’m soo dead…

I’m soo fed up…

I don’t give up…

I never give in…

Segregated my thoughts…

From my actions…

 

I talk through plastic…

My eyes…

Bodies of blood…

Cold ice froze the plasma…

He died from a homicide…

The blood on his coat stuck to his face…

 

Rigamortis…

Tought me…

That…

It will never go away…

Waiting for me…

Waiting for my day…

 

When the dawn…

Closes and seals…

My horror…

In face…

 

Calenders

The agitated poet…

Non educated…

Non poet…

Raw introverted…

Dont talk to me…

A kid kidnapped…

Ransomed….

No one paid for me…

The mark of the beast…

Marking these corners…

The streets…

All over in repeat…

Same fractured faces…

Occasional buck fiftys…

My little scared angels…

Strung out on sex addiction…

Reminiscing the day…

That she was innocent…

Till one night…

Truamatic experience…

The loss of better words…

To say like…

Hi or hey…

Transitions in to…

I hope you choke…

Then die today…

All I hear are…

 

“I have facts!”

Or…

“These are the facts!”

 

When facts do not mean shit…

If you have not experienced it…

 

 

Big deal…

I do not trust them…

They try to….

Water down what…

We are accustomed…

No miss conceptions…

Breast fed black kids…

The outside the house lessons…

 

 

“1# Never look a cop in the eyes…”

“He or she will automatically think your up to something…”

This is one of the top 10…

Growing up commandments…

Damn shame…

 

 

For money…

We will do enything…

When your have less…

You will do enything…

Living life on heavens escalator stairs…

Planning death…

To escape what’s left…

Apon breath or breathing…