Intonational Incantations

That line of coke snorted 

that pipe sparked 

I'm so addicted to being an addict 

just to add more diction..hopefully this is well crafted

I hope these lyrics recreate a reflection 

… 

As I let you in

Lyrical assailant

Verbal pilot

These words should steal your attention

a literate pirate..

As I use this to steal some of your time 

and moisten to most private, privates 

,,,,of your sanities 

As I begin: 

When you lay your head on me

I try and listen for your heartbeat 

If you are still, as nervous as the first time

….or if it has completely stopped as if it beat the last time.

Grim reaper screaming motherfucker take my hand

My sister were her brothers keeper, but could never play her hand 

I gave up on religion, until I started contraband

Hail Mary's strained my eardrums when the yellow cab crashed

the roof removed and replaced by the sky

The bruises and black eyes 

Covered by a mask of make-up 

And a smile as a disguise

The lies to the loved ones

The struggle for a daughter and a son

Dead at a early age 

From him

The virus that beat her life away

The eyes of a woman swollen 

At the end she tried to leave

But with broken legs she can't even creep 

Yet alone walk with. 

and here I should end this

But after another sniff this ink because to find the words themselves and 

I began to abandon all hope of ever dropping my pen..

My ink began to ejaculate.

with semen as words 

I began to create: 

To court her you'd need to hit a line, 

and still manage to have the asshole in you, 

to arrive, 

on time.

Pay for her past bullshit that travels... a land before your time

Crack, helps you deal with shit like this

Be careful, she is addictive.

You will be wanting to get up and leave, and stay to see her smile

It is Highly afflicting

Can not fuck her physically, so you commit it mentally

metaphorically eating her pussy until she claws at your brain and screams, 

to inject her, with the only elixir she knows that could fix her.

She does not understand why 

Why I'm quiet when she has desired conversation. 

I just need confirmation…

that I can shit without constipation

..here is where the death of millions, but one is waiting.

Have you ever laid in a corner and looked up at the ceiling?

Wonder what would you do, if you were boxed in?

Caged? 

Enraged?

All you can do is put on a play

Act well behaved so you can escape and inflict rage

upon a baby..that innocence 

Tracing back my steps to remember the first time we met

You touched my heart and made it stop...

Everything paces itself whether we like it or not

Trapped in dimensions where the created kill the creator and his images

My mentor is beginning to become what they consider demented 

Unreleased but, no relief from these streets

My mind is tremendously relentless

So I hit this last line..and hopefully you can keep pace this last time:

When brown became the new black,

Light skin became the right skin.

Skinny became the new fat,

These became the new facts.

Even the president is a percentage that

Don't let hate split your ribcage 

Behave and get your life straight

Something familiar to what our elders use to say.

It's said man does not live on bread alone

His hopes and dreams fuel him on the long road alone

He rode to the destinations 

Where he can lay and retire in restitution 

Moving from the birth when limbs allowed 

Forced to bowed to his beliefs 

As what he regarded as relief is released in his then queen

Just to succeed to the seed 

In her indigestion

Now digest the rest of his thought feeling unrested

Mind constantly tested its moral limits 

Believing only the Gods of men have a conscious small as any

That's the only way he can phantom why his God allow him to live the way life is

In the shower I shed a tear

Thinking about what is at hand

Knowing one day soon, 

I won't be able to wipe his or hold him near

I pictured the next time I see him

Me, telling him daddy loves only God above you

Then confirming he understands 

I imagine him saying I'm his hero

Something I know would never escape his mouth

...that sorrow 

because to him, heroes walk around in masks and tight clothes

Damn.

Just an empty space behind these eyes

I've already witnessed my demise

Living in third person

Viewing, what now I only realize

I guess that's why they say everyone has 20/20  vision in hindsight

…So I take one last whiff my nose completely in it..

Knowing, that tonight..

this addiction..

is just the beginning... 

Shoot the Messenger N Send a Clear Message

Hip hop poet

Provocative verbalism

Is my religion.

Anyway life dish it out 

I'm giving it

My words cut so deep

I can let my soul seep 

Literary activists

Have stories to tell

Most of us grew up bastards

Recognize struggle

From within the rumble

we still grew up well

Is the government creating the public hells?

or is it us relying on them to make us well?

The deeper my thoughts sink

The more you'll want me

To explain my frame of mind

The pictures are all sublime 

Your spine tingle with each rhyme

I guarantee after this you'll be mines

The head bang is insane when the flow keep flowing

The cypher of the poets stem from several empty bottles of Moet

The development of this eloquent conversation and the direction it's going

Subjected to cover mutilated morals then...

expand to the multicolor of defense, a nation goes from white to red in a matter of seconds 

when lyrical bombs become present from an influential presence

It's a fiasco when one say Barack is a terrorist

or when it became common to invite criminal advocacy in the home of the president

So I say Lupe for king 

Push Common for residence

Because its obvious some things are amidst when we free child killers 

Or what about lawlessness of the legal system commends

the execution of Afro-decent victims

I believe Michael Jackson doctor should of used Kasey Anthony jurors 

He would a gotten off and kept is business in order.

In order to beat me you have to be willing to die yourself

My thoughts are sick I'm in great health

Trying for sympathy in the streets,

is like reaching in the stomach of the belly of a beast

I can tell you a few stories being raised by the east

I've witnessed some things that'd make Fat Albert not want to eat

Bastards raised by the streets 

The coldest winters they carried the only source of heat

Cause the projects were a project by the Roth-childs that loved feasting on the weak

You can either live your life or live a lie

You can either challenge each question 

Contest every request or enjoy the ride

You can't do both and don't think twice 

cause either way there's dark and light

I can't even stop writing

Its like I found a new vice

My words crawl around my head as if it were lice 

I stay hungry for success like I only consume rice

I can't quit now matter how many times I fail,

I never fail to try.

The Smutty Prestige

The moats of Moscato

Life at full throttle

I realized it was going it to far, 

the day I was handed a half empty pill bottle. 

Laughing, they said it caused cotton mouth

What facade I built of me during the day

Organization and reverence;

was sure to crumble when night came to play.

I was lured by what lurked in the shadows

A place where everything but light held consul

The only judgment there was.... 

Was!

If her coochie or head was bested by her best friend 

and if so..Then, invite her in

Lesbians, who were as confused as ever still loved the insertion of a man 

But that's just the things that happened 

I didn't care to understand

This was what I thought was considered be the man 

Party all night, work all day

Long live the life of no future, 

But who really wants to dies today?

We see the effects of it resting in the doorways and the side streets presently. 

Begging God for change.

I barely escaped unscathed

The memories are enough to leave me dazed and amazed 

My memory fades fast these days

Probably from abusing it with the fumes of the stuff set ablaze 

Its interesting, the same things that kills you keeps you alive.

It did for me.