Certified On All Sides Bitch

Till I D.I.E WEST SIDE fuxk those opinions There’s been a opioid Epidemic In the city’s,

Were my people Resigned aside Gentrification But when our Bodies drop We never even got mentioned, T

hey didn’t give A fuck,

No news, No propaganda Ask yourself this,

What black person You know own a Port with ships,

why When a collage Kid comes to The ghetto with His friends to get a hit, They get let go When cought With contraband,

We go to jail Bail revoked, nine postponed Trial dates, Fuck America Y’all made us This way And fuck you Coons,

Dancing for master Racism and Lynching still, Exist, but to Most it don’t even matter,

the world Rather focus On pro nouns And space Travel, Iphones and Shit, I’m pissed, to be frank I’m tired I can wait, Till this world is Purificate,

Burns All of there Ancestors sins away A blood line condemned Did, Fuck you, Fuck you If America was Litteraly The last pussy On earth,

I still wouldn’t Fuck you, You fucking Fools, Listen, His a history Lesson, For you disrespectful, Bitchs,

My ancestors Came from Africa, So what does That make me, How can I be Anti-Semitic When The Semitic one is me, What number Never changes in Shape,

The number 8, Fuck Instagram, To Those private Prisons the provide my niggaz to live in, funded By you company leaders, Facts!

Mind Rash

I just want to be…

High…

 

“Brown sugar…”

“I heard you taste…”

“So good…”

 

Straws cut In half…

Residues on the counters…

Counter act the sorrow inside…

Let me barrow your time…

 

I just want to be…

High…

 

True…

Factual evidence of my…

New sabriety…

 

Murdered my kidneys…

Nuts and nasal passages…

I had to give you the boot…

The middle finger in loops…

 

It’s over between me.

You…

Us…

 

I just want to be…

High…

 

Layed in bed for days…

Burrito myself in thick covers…

24 days behind on rent…

Lost my mind over dollars…

cents…

 

I just can’t get over…

How you left…

I was so high in the car that…

I hugged your bloody chest…

I’ll never see you again…

 

I just want to be…

High…

 

125 thousand spent…

On legal advisors…

All my cases dismissed…

“Thanks Brother Shaheed!”

 

Picked flowers daring someone…

To say something…

I pick flowers simply because…

It reminds me of someone…

 

I just want to be…

High….

9:15 PM

Faceless relics throw in a pan with olive oil, chicken blood. lighting a match to burn the picture above. The enemy! Beads dances from the other side of the family. Born cursed she said! Thats why everyone eather leaves or dies in our presents!

Believing that’s not the issue. Until it was a never ending cycle… Broken bullets to extract black powder. Rubbed it on my fist wunds to be more violent. Hallucinations of the dead in my pastence. I seen it in a car glass window punching the daylights out of it!

Mad dog no good! With a wild attitude! The same time… Remaining humble to his loved ones and good people. Kindness to a general subsides mass murder… Forgetting that y’all talked behind my back when I was gone. They said I was crazy. As well as other hurtful brand names! I can recall… I Keep it moving to leave it to the stars. Forgetting when y’all all had trouble. I was the man to call…

Old occupations never die off. They always leave the deepest scars.

How I wish I wasn’t raised in a family not like ours…………………………………..

You Me Pills, Weed And Whiskey

Souls of mischief… Squabble over rough lands…

Something filling the system… Done enhanced the romance…

Roll up that sticky… While I crack this whisky… Risky! This can turn out good or bad…

Everything was right though… Two insanes high as a kite though… You sit right here…

Smoking the green with wet lips… Drying the tip off with your finger tips…

Rolling, rolling, rolling on these pills… Dreams come in sections…

Mind came in the end… Enhanced sexual pleasure… We passed around the fifth…

Sneaky hands that reach down my britches… Smiling hard! When she felt raw…

Talking so fast in my ear… Breath so close that it mysts… Sprits the love on baby bottle nipples…

Up all night… Long record of tricks performed over trades…. So steamy in the room that….

It loosen up braids…

Drugz you hear me…