Mentalities relapsed+
Bloody scars that painted my
Knuckle+
War paint
Cuddles my face
I’m black and I’m
Proud+
From the
Feet to the root canal+
A tramatic opposite+
I linger in blank expression+
Eyes wide open+
without
No type of emotions+
Poker face here+
Not bluffing+
No room for let downs or
believing in something+
my
Own mental distruction+
Nothing+
It’s nothing+
Living in hell I’m use to the most, beautiful, rotton+
Sweet sorrows+
I Embraced
The reason its not to be chased+
The heathen+
A
subtle
thought
Apart
from
who
You
see
I
don’t
rain
on
Parades
I
leave
A
chemical
of
Aromas
built
By
Chilled
atoms
To
A
Tantric
mental
Catching
Your
Mind
like
Fly
paper
It
never
goes
Away
Pheromones
Special
guest
Hitting
the
nasal
Inhaled
turning
Eyes
from
black
To
hazel
Now
you
are
trapped
In
my
rum
drunken
Legs
Drunk
Waking
you
up
Like
America
running
On
Duncan
Morning
Hot
Coffee
Donuts
I’m
like
shoes
that
fit
You
just
right
I’ll
wear
You
on
me
like
a
balaclava
eyes
hold
Fire
before
I
run
In
your
bank
To
Withdraw
From
Sticking
Up
Blushing
Comet
Orgasmic
Lips
To
Kiss
“Oh Catastrophic”
“Like us !”
Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.
This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…
War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said
Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…
I’m far beyond your reality…
Irritated response comes off as hatred…
Naw…
I just hate being me…
My mind comes off as vacancy…
It’s just a rundown trap house…
It’s just so full…
Of many things like raging pain in tall viles suffering, sins, stress and struggling…
To comprehend this life…
This fowl bitch ain’t for us…
It’s only designed for them…
You don’t think like me…
Move like me…
Get tired of trying to prove like me…
Stuck in quick sands open belly…
Up to the neck barely breathing…
Stop!
Don’t make a camp fire out of my…
Forest fire….
You ain’t me…
I’m not you…
My face looks like it’s stuck on violent… When it’s stuck on problems…
Ones that can’t be solved in…
A hard back dictionary…
Clinging to nonfictinary…
Why must I fight myself to end…
As a quotation after the exlimation…
Mark…
I struggle like no other…
Like a failed mission or a unfinished… Kitchen…
Black droors without utensils…
I’m tense all over…
In every sense…
Back tured counter clockwise from happiness…
Fuck it…
Exhaustion…
Stop breathing…
A nobody…
Will only be my legacy…
No one notices as human…
Us!
So they can’t miss who or what they never perceive…
Incurable…
“Like us !”
Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.
This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…
War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said
Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…
Through my teeth.
I exhaled my strong self-esteem…
Warm air On the back of
Your neck…
No resistance…
I’m what you were
Missing…
My experience…
Hard Like wood cabinets…
Maybe like brass knuckles…
Let your Lips glistening
Like some lacker… Spreading…
Acrylic strong, vibes,
Good vibrations on
Time…
I Rubbed my stomach…
Entertainment in
for the mouth… More
Play… List…
This ain’t for play…
Rained all day
Down drapes…
A reservoir…
Shows its showers
Before the forecast…
The flowers stimuli… Dipping
Into the vase…
Model Venus…
Breaking the modem…
I couldn’t control my router…
Your soft aggression…
Undeniably…
Spitting like a cobra.
Till… The throat is filled like…
A glass of water
Protein…
Outbursts like Tourette’s…
Syndrome… Fell over
The spot like a… Comb
Over…
Flipping dirty buns in boyshorts
By hand… Spreading….
Like butter…
I can’t believe it’s not…
New angles given…
Your feet a occupational
Position…
My human instincts became…
Well…
Questionable…
Letting the beast out…
Slipping into a cloud…
Show the pipe a slice…
No mainstream artwork…
We just nasty matching nasty…
Bite size creativity sleazy, but
It creates those fabrics
That wont break a bond of order…
The kingdom understanding
No ocward…. Ness….
Bare with me
Till I charge back up…
Beautiful…
Crude oil worth…
Nothing…
Like this on…
The outside…
Poisoning cover…
Slowly killing…
But!
She looks amazing…
I’ll pass…
Inhale…
Exhale…
Inhale…
Exhale…
Inhale…
Exhale…
Tears of joy…
To know that
mother’s second
born. Made it
another day
In the city of
Death…
Destruction…
Fire that
Had surrounded.
The smell of eggs,
toast and Turkey bacon
frying. Trying to
overcome the
loud music booming.
Out the cars…
As they pass by
the filled up apartments.
Nostalgic peaked in
hearing van doors slide
back. Opening fast back broken glass apps. The shell casings
Tapping the concrete.
Listen as my heart
beats faster like, a crack fiend taking his first blast.
Them crack pipe in trash..
I’m alive another day!
To open my eyes.. l made it!
This city of… lmmortal mayhem throughout my Raybands…
I slide on my slide on’s
Like slippers…
Brush my teeth…
It’s cold outside,
so much heat.
I open the front door.
Walk to the corner
store. Get my
morning brew plus
Cheap whiskey like
Drinking out of a
Boot. Dirty…..
I’m a word called bewildered..
By the slow police car
creeping past me trying
To make me a victims.
Drivers stone gaze
eyes watching me.
My every move!
I bop down the
dried bloody graffiti
on the side walk.
It made me think of..
The wild gun fight tragedy
That took place last
Last week. Claiming
yet another casualty..
These streets hold no
Punches..
By the way… his
casket was closed
his family.. close associates.. weeping! Crows above
Stalking…
I walked away from
The dark pit.
Down the block past
Traveling past the
drug spot.
The blind
open air sales and
Customers… Come
On down!
Made sweat cascades
down my cheek.
I don’t want to
catch a cold from a
“AK 47”
botched robberys
takes place in front
of me. I ain’t seen shit!
I said Wazup! up!
To the guys and ladies.
Everybody I dapped up.
Never knowing… Greedy
politicians… Police
brutality is a trending
topic… I hear the old
Heads on the block…
Constantly gossiping…
The lead in our drinking
water… The schools
where our sons and
daughters go…
Closing…
They aren’t giving
Good supporting jobs..
One with decent wages
So how do we survive?
Teenage pregnancy weekly..
Welfare… food stamps
used frequently..
As the day comes to a
end… As well…
I leave my home boy’s
In the alley with a
half a pint of Jack…
I’m taking my ass
Home! I say my peace, dueces and goodbyes. I know
seven out of ten of them
Might not make it past
10 o’clock. I went up the
Stairs to the house.
Took my keys out..
Opened up the front door.
No ones home.
The door locks broken nothing
Stolen.. maybe they broken
Into the wrong house..
Tired I laying on the floor,
I didn’t even get
Upset.
I’m good.
I know that whoever will be.
God is good. The
Lives of other are.
So misunderstood.. Crime in order to survive. I blink my eyes then go I’m asleep drooling!
Inhale…
Exhale…
Inhale…
Exhale…
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 