Dead Man Walking
The last
will be last
Ask for action
You’ll get my laughs
I’ll get pass
Adjustments
From the past
Judgements
They say
The first shall be last
Or some shit like that
Cutting mirrors in half
With a sharp punch
Field slice or a battle axe
Let the race begin
This time
With me in it
Still sinning
Still equivalent to
A start
That has already finished
I ran in circles around the
So called competition
You can now see my ass
Twice
I’ve had a nice flight
Peace✌
Bakery fresh
First sight love
Stuck to me like lacquer
Never lack there of
passion
Crescent roll
I made homemade
Dough
Flat before naked
Relations
Tight like two best friends
Sense 1989
Robbed blind by
Not making sense to why
How high can one taste get
Pollution starting in the sky
By smoke stacks
High enough to
Listen to the dwarf planet
Of Pluto’s accent
Accidental connection
Reflections
Of slow reactions
I Couldn’t act quick enough
To say how I felt
I choked up like
I was being strangled by Orions Belt
You can not move a
Non-rolling Stonehenge
Earth tone spirit
Gimme gimme gimme
I kept my mouth shut
Like
One of my murder investigations
I hated that I was the center of attention
Yet
I had a attentive vision
On what had sparked brain cells
To wear breeches
Waved horse ride
Cold chilling
More ribbons
In the sky
The next bridezilla
Thinking to far
Her eyes were like
Badazzling stars
Smelling like
The look of a rainbow
Gaurding my feelings like Nato
Trying to untangle
The head phones cords
On my tongue
To talk
Tongue tied
Twisted
Then
She said the first word
Shy ass me
I was stone stiffend
“First and foremost..”
“Free El Chapo!”
When I was younger. I sold my soul for a can of beans. I was given something different.
Edible…
Yet, filling…
Is winning equal to a good feelings… I’m still healing… The shark tank cracked open… Exposing my true fealings…
“First and foremost..”
“Free El Chapo!”
Brain scrambled… In this everyday battle… I want what you got… I must be patient to have it… Lost marbles! Camouflaged in smiles!
Then pow!
Right in the kisser!
“First and foremost…”
“Free El Chapo!”
I’ve created my own lane… Burning hands on hot stoves… Lit cigarettes put out on my legs… When a ten year old…
Me…
Getting older…
Loading Ivory in to weak soldiers… I let them all have it… I’m still dead from… Thee somethings so tragic…
Poof…
No prof…
I learned magic… Banned from heaven… Kain in leather…
“First and foremost..”
“Free El Chapo!”
Six in the morning… Your oil refinery is mine indeed… If you want it back… Go get some heat… Then take it back from me… Flames scorching those rats…
Pack sun screen…
If you send someone back…
“First and foremost..”
“Free El Chapo!”
Far from a saint… Far from patriotism… Blood is my brother… Don’t fuck with my sistas… You would rather catch syphilis… Then to pull up on this death penalty system… Snakes that don’t hiss…
I bite…
I don’t break…
This ain’t my country… This was a bad mistake… Creative speach… Is to listen then speak… Egg shells I will never creep… Shell casing I will leave…
“First and foremost..”
“Free El Chapo!”
American secret……….
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 