Thee Imperial Sequel

 

Till I die…

I am going to cross t’s…

Dot I’s with red beams…

 

Native style…

Sitting style…

On red brick…

Pow wowed…

 

for every step in my life…

Foot prints got far…

Then subtraction set the start…

I was faint from losing blood…

 

They say we some thugs…

They ain’t lieing…

To get the things we need…

Some times you got to risk dieing for it…

 

I Never Borrowed continents…

Became a squatter of someone elses nation…

Claiming it was mine…

I can be a savage sometime…

I was not ever a fan of genocide…

 

 

My Queen…

Don’t cry…

In time…

I’ll be on my way…

 

Skin dark like 11 o’clock pm…

I can teach the soul how I like to be truthfully…

Strange love…

No one can stop me…

Except you…

 

Cherokee walking through cherry blossoms…

My arms around the camp fire…

Smokeless fire…

Using a token to play my desires…

 

Off the record pink stretches…

Diligent…

Pure in long lessons…

 

I want life to be precious….

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This Isn’t Self Pitying…

Hello self…

Your an idiot…

Seriously…

Your only occupation is…

Violence…

Timing…

Now balanced…

 

Before the sand dropped…

They said you were…

A walking massacre…

Eposodes display….

I feel there isn’t…

Enough Atonement for…

Hell is waiting…

Till I punch out…

That time card…

 

“Name your achievements…”

Ummm…

Shit…

I can’t think of none…

Turned wine into water…

I dropped that habit…

Bad habits like…

I gots to have it…

If I don’t…

I’ll take it…

 

The old design of a mad man…

I’ll hand Stand a…

Home made knife…

Into the faces of my…

Betrayers…

I hope that’s a word…

If not then…

Sue me…

Punctuation police…

 

I’m really not a wrighter…

I’m perpetrating…

I’m more of a title…

“Boo Boo the fool part 2”

I brought knowledge…

To a gun fight…

I won…

I wasn’t excited…

More wrong…

More harm…

 

The older guys said…

“What type of shit you on!”

Drugz…

Mugz of pain….

Filled chasing mind eraser…

Pathetically I find myself…

Back were I’ve started…

From…

 

I just can’t be…

What people want me to be…

A wise sage of savages…

Carving 7’s in lost heads…

7 laws…

Or I’ll break your jaw…

Idiotic I be…

No degree of sorts…

 

Leaving gun powder resin…

On hoody sleeves…

Running water for a shower…

In 5 minutes it’s cold again…

 

Shoulder scared from…

Who gives a damn…

I never be better then…

So…

Pass me that gun…

I’m ready to die for nothing…

Nothingness has always been my…

Dumbness…

So I’ll stay dumb then….

 

Pour Your Own Troubles

Drums…

Rough rock fingers on saxophones…

Old gold in a paper bag…

Pianos…

Cap lock on wish we hads…

Gutar pics lack there of…

A man named…

 

“Bucky .O Bitchs”

 

His mistresses were…

Rythum of blues…

Cunningham content constructing visuals…

By notes of inked words…

Impenetrable…

Where there is no black or white…

Left or right…

What’s right is what’s wrong…

We all have our struggles…

Rich or poor…

I Am L.N.G! Part 1Million! The Mausoleum Flow…….

I was…

Never like this…

One child…

Being beaten…

In front of the others…

Can only take enough shit…

 

Crazy…

How men…

Forced my hands…

To shoot quick…

 

Babylon, blood suckers…

Blue tip ticks…

 

Tricks of my…

Hand to hand…

Trades…

Ended by loose lips…

 

Tinted glass windows…

Down one ways…

“Pay attention!”

Or lose it…

 

You couldn’t get…

To the stash…

Quick enough…

 

So the remains…

Of you…

On the pavement…

Remains with your…

Stained try…

 

Not stingy…

So I…

Shared shells…

With the other side…

 

A lot of mothers, sister and etc…

Cried…

So I’ll always remember…

Those years…

 

Drugs didn’t do…

Them selves…

Like it was  fashionable…

 

The nervous system…

Steaming from…

The abuse of…

Street life…