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