“700th Post!”

I think it’s crazy how.

I’ve lasted so long.

No face in the mud.

No bullets in my back.

No more selling crack.

I cracked my knuckles

Before I’ll ever fumble my

Life.

I’ll get pushed

Down by some badges.

Searched up.

beaten down!

Naw!

never me!

I made it clear

That I’d shoot first

Before they ever bury

Me!

I’ll sleep awake!

So no one can take

My dreams.

I’ve grown here.

A month before I

Started typing on

WordPress. I was

Fresh up out the

Can. Throwing away

My I’d badge.

Damn!

House raided again!

Two

Days after. I was back

In jail. then questioned.

Almost violated parol

Into probation. Came home

Again to see my younger

Brother.

He gave me the

Referral to refurbish

My life. Then he said to

Me.

“Tell your story!”

“Well don’t tell them everything?!”

“Man wtf!?”

“Just type in!?”

“You don’t know how to!?”

“Damn it!”

“Just write and I’ll type it!”

I’ve been on here ever since.

700th BABEEEEEE!!

A negro still here!

Thanks for all the support, loves and encouraging words!

Peace and blessings to you all!

Mind Gymnastics

Water on glass…

Five fingers left…

Sundial time shade…

Slow music from the 50s…

It was jazz…

Mid nap I kidnapped…

You sighted me…

You signed your rights over I…

Written on my heart…

Your declaration breaks the boulders of temptation…

Racing up and down lolly pop candy

Brandy or Wine?

 

 

 

Glamorous shine opens detection…

Super soaker pumped 9 times 1997…

Young money is what they called me…

You called me daddy as a pet name…

Your the older teacher…

I’m the teachers pet name…

Code named Mr Good…

Sentences with no traffic lights…

An even if…

I’ll run them all for someone valuable…

Never something…

Vodka or Gin?

 

 

 

You gave me the canyons greatest view…

I moon walked across Yosemite…

You called me sam…

I am the night shookin up from that dance…

I never danced…

Well…

Until you gave me your hand…

Skin soft like melted warm butter…

I don’t gamble but…

I bet you I can make you heat ovens…

Heat the pilot with your burning eyes for me…

Like lazers from where I’m standing…

Or me standing beside…

No enter sign…

Even if there was one spotted over you…

I’d still brand you with what you want and need…

Between fireworks in the sky that hurt…

Open your heavens…

No sex to sexest…

Meditations high channels…

Making you feel like Im right behind…

Never there…

Only through texts I will prevail…

Scotch or Whiskey?

 

 

 

I wish it was me there….