It it it it

Niggas

black folk

monkeys

…………………….

disease plagues

dreams laid

bullets sprayed

it’s a cycle

…………..

cigarettes

blunts

alcohol

dog drool

live fun

life’s done

and y’all cool?

…………………………….

neighborhood

it ain’t a joke

it’s a cycle

………………….

athletes

drug deala

jail bird

you a man?

you a legend?

shit…

ima call u “it”

……………………………

 

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FAKES

Fakes and phonies

boy you funny

dancing in the spot

knowing you not

living right

hypocritical shit

boy, what ya made of?

Living like who?

what your prayer like?

questioning your authenticity

day and night…

fuck it

addictions

prescriptions

reminiscing…

this your life..

ain’t no….such thing

as one way, right…

you a phony boy

This Song

As I sit

in this chair

classical music playing

memories sway

across my mind

and through my soul

of all the times

I won’t let go

today I saw

a man in the street

discussing you, couldn’t miss

a beat

just like this song

so smooth and peaceful

gave me a peace of your soul

this melody

brings me joy

the tempo

brings me fun

boy am I in the mood

Leave me guessing

Niggas on the edge

nigga on his head

stretching in his bed

waiting on that noise

to reply to what she said

open it up

quickly respond

im waiting,

what’s going on

her words

ingredients to my smile

a plan for our future

a mixture of everything I’ve prayed for

four words

4 us

let’s do it together

 

SIR-REAL

it almost feels surreal

but oh so normal

losing you, made things

great and terrible

contradiction, right?

but who cares

I’d contradict myself all day,

just to give more stares

into your eyez…..into your heart

pops. always my start

 

Some say

some say I’m distant

some say it’s for attention

I say , I’m ┬ámissing

Wrote this in my head

spit it out with Shame

mixed with courage

couriousity and pain

for you dad, I need it stamped

some would say, in damned