Dance,Family,Love

Dance
Everyday I wish to be a great dancer
people never thought that dance  free you from bondage
a grip loosen a little in a way most wont understand
I remember seeing James brown,Michael Jackson,Usher,etc.
I never thought I'll be a Dancer I couldn't be in front of people
I was so shy it kill me to even give speeches but all that
changed by the grace of god


Family
Is the most important word in a book
we are raise and taught tactics to survive these rough cities
My eyes saw the world as a usual place people never say Thank you
and shout words to discourage you for goals even teachers dont believe in the unbelievers at times
so family is everything when the world covers your whole reality to see the greener grass


Love
I love somebody who I could live a life with she is a drop of honey from the
tree of Bees but the emptiness of the word fills my hope to for a wife whom loved the potential to be
a "good thing," I believe I was too late when I ask God to find someone not because he is on my time
but I will always deeply care for her until the day we both realize it and nobody can break it

My Bio

I remember sitting in a corner at school
doing work but never answering the right dots so my progress report
said Failing crying all the way home on the Bus and in my room
out of sight and out of mind
Anxiety took me for a loop teachers telling me I couldn't make it
i wouldn't achieve they couldn't teach a deaf child with no hunger to succeed
what difference does it make if I was a A student or the worst
Ii deserve to have a trophy just like everybody else

Remembering back my mom help me through school
we moved so much I couldn't remember what my best friend name
was always making up people who wasint there angels who talk to me
all the time every city I lived in I never wanted to be behind
but every city I dropped the Ball  hated myself felt like
dropping out of school so many times and you know what hurt the most?
is always achieving but never reaching to finish I gave it my all God
its nothing left to give nothing more to see my Gpa is low my suspended sentence is my shadow
year after year this battle hearing people graduating its hard to smile
dej'vu if you ask me they leaving but im still here why not me
where do I go from here can't remember the last time I saw a trophy or applause  for me
all I ever wanted was somebody to see how bright of a star I could be but instead I got
call names the plot  worsen then anything children hurt in this pain still hunts me
over and over again I cant break its chain I smile when people say how nice
Ii am because that's the only memory that I cherish to claim

I remember one Halloween night we lived at the time in Tallahassee
Southside area my mom bought me a duck costume with a tail on the back
we got thet spray that ooz out when you spray it man it was a good time
my mom and dad never let us be bored or wanted anything shoot by the time
we got older we had bout everything making santa come less often
and gifts and trees go unlit this other time right I walk in this cornfield huge corn
I walk to this lake behind the field I always look at the water never stopping or flowing back up
I wondered if I could go with the stream well moving up to the place
there wasint a chance to fully enjoy life for myself  academics,childhood,adulthood
I turn every corner wishing to be honored by something I made by hard work a letter or a handshake something that built on my character but by the ending of my life when the book closese and im layed to rest i'll say to god was this what I was made for or am Ii just getting a another chance in heaven

Mixed

  God Do you hear me?
I can't hear no plea for this hatred
in tall grass hiding in the picture I can't see
moving bricks crossed the Mexican Border
living in a fantasy popping in a dark hole to
Christmas snow ooz out
oops this is PG 13 so keep lyrics straight no weighted
word by word God come in my way
cause the clap of this gun powder explode turn chestses into potatoes
God Do you hear me?

I let go god slip in the cracks
broken away the way I look back searching
for wolves in a yellow stone park
swimming till I drown in my own lust
I bust three windows to finish the initiated
group cell block one closed the door
getting pride taking away in my own light
who am I tonight....

                                  
    

Soul Food

Soul food

I look back on myself all the blood,tears,and adventurous journeys
gaping the gaps in-between & considerations of people feelings
never once forgetting my place knowing ill be check quick so my Ps & Qs came right
loving the food we referred to as Soul food

Crisco,chicken.rice,greens,and homemade lemonade,koolaide,sugar water yeah!!the good ole days how it will never be the exact same ...
time takes a letter at a time losing a sunt,uncle, until the phase is nomore
to diseases and poverty I see no reunions only clashing of greed
we no longer come unless a person pass
and the term soulfood is r.i.p.
to the generations pass yep good ole food...

I Met A lady by the Road

I Met A Lady By The Road she said son have you been to church? I said no.She said why Son? because the judgmental eyes are upon me .I go in jeans and timbos and a tank-top but a open heart to accept the heavens love. Lady look concern beyond despair grabbing MY LOST-HOPE AND WARMING MY EMPTY SOUL 

Criss-Crossed 
back and fourth again hugging a job only to walk out of church cause i have no Ends raising my excuse finger so no-more will I return hatred I felt and a blind lesson learn Ma'am
Yes! why do you stand alone?I'm not alone son this is my home
for the life I once live is long gone I pass away leaving two kids and a husband in my grandmothers home
then how can I see you now?Son cause you need a Angel to help you walk this road.Confused hesitating to answer but he said I am a good person Ma'am yes you are
yet you lost the very thing to give you hope i'm here to bring the love of God back into your heart

Birthday today im 23

23rd
Today is a better day
twenty three sure feels strange
body growing older mindset resetting
two decades and three years wow how fast
years goes by I remember 25 cents prices oppose
to record high! 90s baby the best of my life
as I look back on all the birthdays I had..
I believe I did alright
bday poem

Religious Struggle

I see the conflict
between the jews,christians,arabics,ganstas,thugs,and sinners
its war in the cracks
killing all the children who need the love most
growing up carrying a book preaching peace only to slip...
falling down from coast to coast we all need it the most


i cried tears of war tears kids running away
losing the thugs becuase they lost way
dont hate this post becuase you dont think this way
we so blind we wouldnt recognize god if we saw his face
callin on everybody to save ourselves from ourselves
stay strong>......

Complaints

Over the years I always believe. The distance

Between goals so far apart I couldn’t reach

Never once seeing past achievements

Or looking at the feet to see

How far I already gone

 

Over time and two decades to count for and some odd months

Comparison has turn happiness to pure hate

Hungry for knowledge

Yet three strikes at home plate this worth is disease

 Sickening

Corrupting my need to prevail

 School is jail, class a cell, and work a punishment

 Because my disability closes

 the exits of opportunity of my life

You see

OVER THE YEARS

I help plenty people

More less than myself handing out hands like an octopus

Secretly crying be that it may

Wanting a family so I ship flaws to build a false me acting as college

Is a university why can’t I pass o my god!! The agony

 

 

Ontop of it all I lost my job

Never miss a step treating people with respect and stab by the company

I sweated & mad but small underneath composure disguising truth I want

Everything life of bread offers yet scraps I receive…

Ahhh so much built up over the years where do I release at last broken leg

Help me help the soul my faith my life help me…

Colored Rain

Drip drop drip drop

Cometh a color slaved of poverty

Enslaved by riches or the mix society

Weather the rain cause the colored of black

Clouded the air nobody see the dream because MLK

is gone and Malcolm x said fight back so when the drips of drop hits the other track wait for the dismissive  eyes hit you back

Pastor May I Preach

Knocking on a empty soul
praying about a god who wont come with a blessing
god I'm sick and tired of these church politics
carving a word or two preaching yet walking with the streets
I seen corruption in a church where holy ground
is near people don't like to point fingers so I'll stand
and preach y'all had y'all chance now.. sit there!here thee
philosophy cometh to thee

. "All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23)

Pastor you say I'm unable to be save
do I lay my burdens down by the river in my white silk
drench by the river who you forsake me
gave a door out saying  unsaved Will always unbeliever
everybody say they need to be closer to god and say I haven't find the goodness on a gold platter
thinking he got all the answers and even if i go to church I'm into the v.i.p train to the golden gates
wont let me see him cause they are afraid of my view pastor
I see the truth there are more peopl in church judging the the streets i walk through
well church becoming a fast trend a fashion where timbos and jean wont fit-in
I live my life the way I know
don't erupt my nerve cause you wont follow the path
god made us unique so I am choosing the way I know

Pastor may I preach no son you cant

see the church don't follow.........



if y'all give me a chance to explain

I was at this bible study and umm..i told them my life story
and the only thing I felt was happening was basically a twist
saying we'll save you and pushing pushing first I'm imperfect


OK I'm not the person go every Sunday or the know the bible guy
i really just think there are people closer to him but are experiencing god
in there own way we need a leader why cant we be our leaders
we all sin we all make mistakes  idk... but thank you for reading

Dear Mama

Dear Mama
I know its hard I see the pain
I know you do the 24/7 jobs
to make hot plates on tables
evicted cause the landlord wont see the struggle
you are my gurdian over all
love how you cook my fav Mac and Cheese
fighting for my needs cause you know Ill grow
then the ghetto i see

I know the blessings come and go but ill repay you
with the love you always shown
dreaming about fame to show my mom I get that big house
to give a inch to the mile you walk for five kids
no worries now sleep tight I hold it down tonight
love you
Dear Mama

Ghettoe

I took one way ticket to escape
a mark of death hairy trigger paranoid of
niggers ghetto bastards I hate this life
on welfare only time cops help
 cell silence on hell blocks

cant sleep feared of graveyard shift
time ticking a sentence I couldn't repent
preachers ain't save they sticking hands in cookie jars
offering paradise when they judge lies of decent living
hustle time two cents Africa wont save my life motherland
too far to see a original gangsta
I shell tears homies go blind from the other side
god choose favorites when devil kill lives
careful steps
as I took a bag of chains reaping the sour fruits
from adam and eve forbbin trees better yet weeed

Mother/Freak

I see you behind that Mirror
posting in lingerie yet fixing eggs on a hot plate
showing all yall goods to groups who divide...
open your wet lips talking bout Smash or pass
dont care for background cause background has trash
or three kids looking at there Mom say Bad Bitch,Bad Bitch,and then say dont post
on my real page
Mother/freak

I dont care
I got Moms on dot.com or .orgs
mostly Faceboook private groups
sneaking round in darkrooms
some of yall are over 40 ok its do you time
but what bout moms who ages are nexts door
neighbors lets pretend and see a disguise nobody will see our truth
Mothers?
do you think thirsties wont find you
when you lock away in a box who do you
look at UMM...I know..... you

Spouse

why you do this
I lend a hand decline where I stand
turn away backstabbe by the person I gave help too
why do you say this and intervene when the rolling comes through
say this,hold that, don't be smart,and forget
me.
Damn...
the woman I love had two kids by another brother
she wore a silky shirt tainted by the deodorant he wore
calling his name when the Bump & grind
saying give me a sexy name ........damn well she lying
by another so here rock hard and sizzling to a degree
asking,wondering,could it be truth or playing a game of cards
and i fold cause i lost the woman i came to arouse
why you doing this to me??

Anxiety Test

I been Avoiding the truth
afraid to look into the mirror
instead I rolled in my car pasting the truth
thinking it would somehow fly away or skip town
all the lies and truth cant bring me to the one thing I foresee
unloosen grip felt anxiety skin deep moving under the surface underneath watching locals basketball looking for a answer
its do or die tomorrow test and cant find a cheap way to pass
i honesty needed it hope for it but only looking at myself
seeing the failing truth but only hoping to pass
somehow someway some idolize feature I  pray

Wordz

I swore I was born this way
down to the color i am to the hazel eyes
bit of hot headed and a humorous side
I was the source of all the jokes
trying to marry women before we made eighteen
broken hearts and smashing roses
I swear i was born this way
darker then the most i wore howdies
and look broken educated yet demean by the father figures
so i turnout to the alcohol drinking full bottles
... now look for the turn exit doors burn
poetry is my emotion by the pain
i am not your expectations......

NewBorn

Unborn Child

I never got Chance to see your face
kissing your small Haitian Cheeks
decades past and years closing in
keeping a solid gip on life its harder to comprehend
Foodstamps shortages,no joke finning for a meal.
Ticket say nomo ill be outti

Unborn Child

Remember the good not overal past dues
Create steps to follow and not sand dunes
if i wake tomorrow in a upper room
tell mama let lights shin in a negro
spritiul to harmonies the mood
i wish i had another moment to capitalize
for you  so out of all the angels i met
god sent mine to replace to a unborn caption
came in my emptyspace so i love
you and this is truth

Unborn Child

this is for you....

Black Scripture

see im fretful tonight
feet is hurting body shiver
holding signs yes im Black but
i am not a N***** Dont say it people
this land is our just as little yours
sweat picking cotton gotten sick lay dormit
body roteing i am sick as I can beat
people breAK the darker corners cause the black
they couldnt see yes i am Trayvon martin
skittles and a ice tee yes i am black NOW WHAT DO YOU SEE??

MotherLand

Africa I am
Born to be a heritage four fathers
beating a Bingo Drum be awaken Africa
String a bee Honey blood to paint this world
Walk with the surface of ashes beneath my swift feet
when the world is a cruel masterpiece!
I look unto a cloud only to hell cometh down
awaken African Soul

I am greedy tho she seem to love
... me stubborn to be hug yet her arms
wrap my attire motherland so far
when tears come onto the plains
isn't that sunset I see when Africa
peaks over the darkest rest
and dust of Africa raises again

FruitVale

That's what I heard
after the last light of sanity left
my line of sight
 celebrating
New Yeas Eve

Rough city
cant learn in elementary
made graffiti onside building
why the fuck should I care
society crude world
etc etc etc
Another Warm Winter
Shai Town land where cops
turn dirtier then a High-top shoe lace

But Yall
aint hearing me Though.....

Voice familiar face
saying hello long time no escape
grieving inside cause I knew my identity broke
chest heavy fainting  yet a crowd
another guy recognize a hoodlum
three guys fist and bubblegum under shoes
repeating the kicks to my head its a ...Bruise
Copes Pull me and leave the accuse

hands behind heads as he pulls
the last sanity away hot iron
burning the chest holding on
cant see a thing only a tunnel
naaaw yep... its heaven
game over mayne in Fruitvale

 

Last Moment

"God"



This is it, close the door, darkness begin

Befriend elders get wisdom from within

Heart weak chest pain gets worst

... I think they call me home...Still alone

Drinking away my fears

Grip lessen bottle drops

Ricochet from the ground

To my ears blood red isn't that I'm dead

Pray God my soul to take last breath awaits

Then I hear a voice and it says:

"Everything is everything, you'll be okay"

God is here now, tomorrow is a better day

Here I thought I succumb to my sins

But I just needed God

Love, trust, faith from within

When you don't see

Other footprintsin sand

That mean he carrying you...Yh Yh Yh

Morning

Awoke awaiting a sweaty kiss
lipstick on my polo kicks warm breath.. neck hair
raising cocking  like a pistol

 eating her dishes no spoon
sweet...... no diabetes every time she ride
talking early in morning loving
forcing cuffs bed boards knocking
back and fourth
this a porn video vixens  supahead
no competition then I woke.... bed soak
guess a dream never know?
early in the morning.......

violence

Wordz to the mind to exact the crime I committed
young black dude tooking a chip on my shoulders
just a aonther hustle flipping birds to stack cheese jacking
rims to roll eazy no emotion so the hood has no effect
running away from ghettoes and dark places tried church
once flow cease continued hatred

Happy Mothers Day

Mothers gather around
daughters and sons rejoice the sound
being born into a quiet space being comfort by
a familiar face weeping cause you hungry
only to stop to see her arms wrap around me
hymning a sweet melody
la la la de de de moms here little prince or lil queen

happy mothers day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Distance Talk

Here we go One word to strike like a viper
empty shells like a all nighter
born half & half black and white
ready or not
here we go like a smooth beat flowing like a wind
approaching from the far east
gimme space while I ask for a second mike
express deepen sadness only to silent crowds
yet I X yall well yal imitating Ill be duplicating 0s
my flow is sick somebody pass a Doctor Seuss
two for a week five for a Decade well I unwine playing Aces of spades
Here we go trying to catch up with you
Overwhelmed by the far distance
Telling someone's story of existence
I am a lost soul in wonderland
Carrying a huge burden over my shoulders
Struggling to define who I am
Here I go to take you through
Help you see from my zone
After feeling what it is like to be you
I realize we share a same
We seek respectable worldwide fame
We live … we dream … we aim

Sounds

Knock onto my ego
let the rain pour in my glass
for emptiness sorrows may drink
a cup  away

I been here before
million decades decay
the harden stone of my heart
cracks deepen by grief
I am sadden then a homeless penniless
fool or a garden tool that's referred as a hoe
knock
knock on my doors

People

people are gonna be people rather the black white or Filipino
people gone be people rather holding a gun or owners of a convenience store
I grew in different areas places you wouldn't want names running in groups choirs & gangbangs hearing hard shots passing in a distant blue
seeing a 9 to 5 for pennies on food stamps revenue
I heard a bruh got snitch on 5th Ave life in the D'block
brothers got the snitch some snitches standing rite by crickete cops...
but yall aint picturing it tho
cause im a black man im a label in a group see outsiders see the history
watching slaves movies really?Roots! but I aint triping shoot... do you
cause people gone be people black white or Filipino.......word...

Lier

I had a story to tell but..it fall apart... didn't want to be too rational let it flow from my heart where to I begin oh! I got it..picture me living lies as a wannabe couldn't believe i was so full of me women love the image i bestowed i was as if a superstar no stage no mic but rhymes were tight no skinny jeans or fitted caps i wore simple cloths besides the Polo's i told so many lies i started to believe it myself shoot i got women to pull there pants down with no haste grinding on a stiff pole between my waist she gasp... I laugh cause now you'll see i got this B**** wanting more all i needed was a lie to tell and a couple of dollars she scream thinking its love naaaw its lust feeding my hunger for another butt don't matter tall or short or skinny or fat imma knock a nut into a another season i got cons for important women just cause they feel its there world and once i got into it i own it and oh she just beeeeeeee moaning

Weather

 I was call rain constanty judge by the word Pain
coulldnt fix others view looking telescope pointed at my reaveiw
crying over and over again
tears turnt a lil lady to a womanly icon being strong for other weird nerdy groups

I wasint afraid to stick out never run away its just....somtimes my kneess buckle and i go astray
but i know my worth i promise i forseen my truth i couldnt sink my teeth in others pointaview
god knows prays but mine wasing arriving in port
i  know ou can hear my attribute come change my weathering rain........

Fantasy land

This is a speechless
place only dreadful
philandered
trend
 every  step
higher to intimate lie
 every breath I took
is now hers to taste

Fantasy island
dawn  be fretful come near me
lights are dim
you wont find another
exotic  woman
seduction
with her word flow
 tasting her temple lips
every thrust makes her sweat through her pores
dehydration on this
oasis have me stuck


 she absorb my
brush painting her angles
 I taste her succulent
quenching drips of ecstasy  

tired of working our motion of sound
echoed off walls to the next room
for moments of doubt were erase
I succumb over silk sheets
hugging her from behind me

lovers trend, cheaters tried, spouses need,

the ultimate ride...

Her

I Seen her with some one else were grown now time isn't our friend as I stare at the past I remember our puppy love writing notes saying yes or no losing grasp into it isn't! maybe so? naaw its call hope shaking by this... I faint maybe losing my head driving wild by her never to huge her warmth this pain is worst then death she lost my last breath...

War By Emotions

if I express myself to her what would she say/would she grasp & diss me or hug & kiss
dilema I am/ answers I seek if feelings I have buried deep/would you feel the same bout me
If I express myself to him what would he think/What if nothing clicks??/If I let everything go/Would that make me miserable??/Im so confused/I just don't want the love that I have for him to be abused
maybe she is right im wrong/if i start complaints what would change/vivid portraits of us/ fussing at the simple stuff/ acting like kids when we are grown/ if i pack up/get up /and speed way/words she said had my heart heavy everyday
So b4 I make my move/I come to you/I'm caught in a trance/Not even close to focusing on having just another chance/Jus totally furious for not taking control of the feelings that wasn't meant for tomorrow/Sigh...I'll rather move on than to sit here in sorrow...

Mysteries

Could we work from plantations or civilizations or medieval times to now abolishing all feeling making me cold what's happening to me I mean us I mean our soul I never had chance to breath through you gasping for knowledgeable greed confessionstands admitted ways into published riots as leaders turn dictators or democracy leading villagers to fates...

Word....

gime a beat so I can see who I beat I confess im less but bless with poetic poetry I wrote way too many but I still ink up papers ask anybody my poems are generaters i aint bragging its just a skill nobody can ask if they werent real I love poetry so fam just chill i write weddings. partys, I even did a book heres the hook gime a beat so I can see who I can beat I confess I'm less but bless with poetic poetry........

Happy Birthday to me

I admit im twenty two and older then a few
they say wisdom comes with age well mine
collected much without a sound or soft touch
I said goodbye to my childhood long ago
people say childrens never grow up then again it was two years and two decades ago
back when 90S rock and 25 cent soda pops
I been around the world and walk by much I
seen kids turn to pimps others thug some educaters
but most of all I live to tell a story and told others as well
I would have run from this but 360s have a way of coming round again
so happy bday to us heres a red cup with lemonade drink up

Holiness

God I havent been complete I took all the 100 percent
falling deeper then a storm drain passin-by the tide and walking
out I been stressed hair coming out God I repent I need yoour aura
your spirit your holiness transform me jehovah
grandma tho I long for you I felt I lost you
way too fast and I slip into mug and i got scratches
you wasint there to comfort me and bandage my sores
so who am I realyl I pray to foresee
sins I commitedand rights i wrong thats why i write you everyday hold me hold me again
hoilness
drunk driver hit me having one to many and didnt stay awake
walking the same routine only stop for ice-cream I was only 11
when a bright light came and a tunnel I walk human yet spirit
if only I could say I forgive you I want your heavans holiness
again
I write this before you rise so all will know to pray

Word.....

gime a beat so I can see who I beat I confess im less but bless with poetic poetry I wrote way too many but I still ink up papers ask anybody my poems are generaters i aint bragging its just a skill nobody can ask if they werent real I love poetry so fam just chill i write weddings. partys, I even did a book heres the hook gime a beat so I can see who I can beat I confess I'm less but bless with poetic poetry........

Happy Halloween

Copy me imtate free
word speaks volumes when they jerking
off style
seat free stay a while
walk toe to toe
sandal or flops
lay-ups and free shots (alcohol)
you havent read? I want it my way

and I need Mints and candy canes
its halloweeenn so imma scare out brains
imma bully gimme your chicken chain
aaahh ahhh ahhh king kong
red bottoms high heels she hads a mofo sex appeal

dont wanna but gotta say
doop wooop dooop woop
men watch your daaughters
women wtch your boys
its a full mooon and criminals are deployed

Eyrie Days

If I may... could I love you
not doing the good times but sad,hurtful, bad days
even family disputes
I seen your best and its ok
but I would rather fix your mechanics
then have a working one anyday

noo im not saying be incomplete
im bestowing what worth i have for you
indeed its confusing but often truth some ladies
dont want the insprations i overshadow you with
i may see you at your highest but i would rather
see bottom first then slowly raise to the occasion
like the turtle did the rabbit nomatter
our race or opponets we face our
time will surly become a finishline.... first place!

Once

she spoken once as it seem to bestow
a woman who became silver and gold
yet down to the earth more ways then one
love to be love and I only seen her
Once
I couldnt believe my words were empty frozen
couldnt accept not giving my all to her
I wasint a man only half I stand close to thee
dreaming of her fragance her sweet
bitter taste only I saw her once
but never erase a thingyfeeling
of her grace
you see woman are plenty and half are only
a chance i take but one will only fill the place
she was her but never I saw so
till this day her portrait is on my wall

Life

Don't flee my love
Only sit on passenger seat
cutless supreme
kiss my lips for closure
rather your ex wasint enough I promise
i'll suppress that thought
wrap legs and relax your behind
define sex into letters dwell into your spine
bend into limbo pose let me wither into
giant masturlility
speaken to be spoken too I want you in my favorite
football t-shirt nothing under to wear
after weary days I whisper carring cares
rumors spread of us noises volume you know I laugh at poverty
and neagtivity people were ready for departing ways
waiting to break I couldnt be more happy
to slap them into faces of pain and tortutre of years deprime
mmy life with you isnt a journey but a forthcoming ride
take me for a message on facebook
I sent months ago
I saw you in a sex group showing goods
for a smaller thirsty ego
I was afraid to admit my feelings for you believing you'll picture me into a bowl
a bowl of the same negros who saw photos
but i am different so love me for
me dont demean your attitude to
unbelieveth...my ole lady
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Ghetto stories

You know some folks say
words are only heard by screams
see living in suburban neighborhods is only fiction
everyday I hear shots bullets with unkown names
dirty cops thristy for green
trying low blows for american lifestyles
Youu know I use to believe I could make a generation change
like doing a difference would make a change instead a 12 gauge shotty exit spaghetti
brains 32 shots 1 for each block miss with a 38 special or automatic glock reload magazine for two area codes
spots I fear for myself not because who area but scared of the ghetto monster consuming me into what I am not
I remember once...you know back in ole days
moom used to cook sunday dinner & for moments life seem
endless until my step dad came to our apt drunk and carrying a knife
stabbing mother twice once up in the head other down in the chest
I tried the hardest to overcome him but i fell short into his fist
so once you ask how im a living i'll say life a bitch instead of me fucking her shes the one whos pole
ram into my hole now tell me!!! this ish isnt truth imma real O.G THRU END THRU

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Woman

I walk into a yard full of unhappiness
knocks twice to a unanswer door
its cracks so loud i push slowly
as I stride pass the outside in
I see nothing but a see through
dress driping wet
telling me to enter
her strong tear away the innocence
nomore will little ldy i'll make
the woman yet dont sweat yet give me that s.e.x

Deceit

I realise struggle can be harder then rock weighing on my anger disputes chosen my personal reviews they chose this lost dude
see women take and take until its over now I felt negative rebound I saw the taste of green in her eyes thirsty like a ghetto chick always acting perfect when reality rubs the make up off her fuckery kit so ask is its more tears and sorrow heartache and pain just f it the clouds gone its over now no judge I have no complaints..............

Success

I try to succeed but yet struggle is on the horizon I climb the mountain peak yet i have success in a dried field homies down liquor screens makes pouring real women temp me and i buckle my knees tempatations is a criminal which steals my educational needs god knows my direction why couldnt he send it to my mailbox or email my yahoo at anytime yet i try to beat oppressions but im exhausted i learn lessons 23 and im still getting blessings just trying to find the one who share my spoils of war truth be told.....poetry

Man

I am a Man without a Name glancing through Open flames sprouting through dakness view searching souls doubtful minds asking questions reading between them lines she were my other half yet left without sound black hole smile upside down it easier to find nickles on streets harder to feel a womean to love with out her deciet so I am with out my name that's only so you'll see ..... 

Awoke

I awoke witin misery,broken yet
strong headed,pacinng mysef asking
handouts only smart remarks
50 cent turn into pennies
penny into dust pray yet echoes
Born in crude world,chosing
tp be poor,window shop till
lights pitch black,jealous with malice
in thee heart,do you see?you who
read this?I face abyss to unknown.
just a black man,frozen within time
cause nobody cares for me
,I look through the streets of berlin germany
ladies laugh,and say disrespect
,I hope for grace,yet churches are close,so I ask amin
do you see what i am,naaaww couldn't be,cause I
am a myth within Germany.

I'm Heading to the arm Forces

I'm heading to the arm forces
grab my gun and fight for my country
there isn't a place that i won't go

I heard the crieds of my fellow children
with there mothers cover with blood
i dive in the muddy waters

brave the dark nights
eat rats and mice
i'm living in hell on god green earth


people ask me but the war i would say they don't undestand
even if i tell them they just look lost again
so i retire to my wife and three kids
but living in this normal life only make me wanna go to the arm
forces again

i'm haeding to the arm forces

Holiness

God I havent been complete I took all the 100 percent
falling deeper then a storm drain passin-by the tide and walking

out I been stressed hair coming out God I repent I need yoour aura
your spirit your holiness transform me jehovah
grandma tho I long for you I felt I lost you
way too fast and I slip into mug and i got scratches
you wasint there to comfort me and bandage my sores
so who am I realyl I pray to foresee
sins I commitedand rights i wrong thats why i write you everyday hold me hold me again
hoilness

drunk driver hit me having one to many and didnt stay awake
walking the same routine only stop for ice-cream I was only 11
when a bright light came and a tunnel I walk human yet spirit
if only I could say I forgive you I want your heavans holiness
again
I write this before you rise so all will know to pray
and thank god for being there all the while long please leave what you think in a comment

Homie

Lil Homie wanted to be a Leader
kept up on the squar got hit but a hollow unknown
when the other homies heard they laugh now?..who the dummy
when the generation getting played ...now im confessing
no teachers in the lessons only a busties spreading drugs and disease
lil homie  being another Kid in the Crude streets just lost his way now his mother
watch the news with horror

temika wasint educated or so she thought
temptation pulled the wool over her thoughts
being consume of the fast life met a boy she call him hubby
posting blogs and instragam pictures
so one night wasint a fairytale just a misunderstood
temika got shoot mutile times just being herself
being seen with a friend and he lost the temp
being buried by anger and a hairy trigger finger
now she layed tto rest may she R.I.P but the story continues
follow the leader I see you when you get there Lil Homie

Three lil homies was friends up until the time they were
robbing a confience store over on 5th ave in harlem
knowing one patrol at night so it should be a ease
striding cross the street creeping into the front door
yelling donw MOFO  gime the cash lil homie had the door the other
in the middle one at the counter and the scen was lockdown
until a bright light blind the last sight 12 shots nobody crawl out
little homies got a lesson hard learn we live by the lesson we choose to see
only the difne reality strings its pain into our everyday life

"We either Stand for Somthing or fall for everything"