Shea Butter

My intro wore your body

out like the latest


Capsules in tattoos,

Brain washed by

Someone so called taboo…

Someone I
Spy, that’s brown
Skin through
My glasses…

Crowned by

Your influence,

To Shine gold sunz

over me…

Jewel of the

Smile only


My Integrity…

Lables of silk

Stampede all
Over your figure…

I figured out,

If I stay on your

Heels, then

You will make
One man…

The fool of all
That is real…

Untied, tounge

Out like unlaced


Funny that I,

Peep us, more

Then you could

I can write

A courious

My Visions on

Yet, visions can

Be very scary
When you can see
Beyond the future…

The truth…

On self, I pray that I
Don’t place a

With a Russian

Rulete mind


For I know, that at

At the end, I’d

Be the one shot
In the head…

With no chances

Of surviving…

When love at first

Write, is a pen
On paper.

Out of control.

The odds of me

Surviving Having

A hole in my


Is a metaphor

For trying to find

A soulmate

that will

Never end.

Without us…….

I’m Not A Poet… I’m A Retired Gangster…

“I will never be a slave to correct-ness”



The pharoh the phenomenon of my ancestors blood be aware that all the gold diamonds will return back to mud nothing but speech diseases spreading beheading my hope problems get swollowed like contraband down the throat kids bids baby bibs tears I swear I’m going crazy here just because I  was born here don’t make me from here light beer turned to wine for this light year age of the Aquarius how old is she or he then bend metal with the mind open in position for the positive mind to expand like big dick up in a uturus I do what I want with no pause button for my future to end with words from faces like he was a real man so there is no one more loyal than I am reciting the Torah in a Moorish clothing baited by feds but they never cought me fuck the world for breeding criticism in everything like you should do this and you should do that No Chris do what the hell Chris wants to do my murder will be standing up from the people who say you can’t you can and when I get into my comfy burgundy velvet casket drop me in it upside down so you can kiss my dead ass cheeks you bastards