Venomace: the book of Poetry

Knucklehead

Why I always forget things like a flooded pip, I’ll tell you

Always having deaf ears like a rock blanked my head

Forgetting anything and everything…just me being me, a Knucklehead

Being scattered brained like cooked scramble eggs do not help

My car keys are jammed to the door

Having problems like this are worst when you are in a Norwood neighborhood…just me being me, a knucklehead

Forgetting what today date is was

Speaking of being a buckle of bad news

I forgot to wear my gloves walking in the cold of Montgomery road

Feeling like a knucklehead calling my insurance company

Having my car towed near Surrey Square of all places

This is much better than having my car stolen

Having to find someone on the street that has a cell phone

Or better than passengers by a passing bus shout, you dumb knucklehead, Lost

You potato wedge

Given a wedge…just me being me, a knucklehead

Running of the ledge of the bench

What’s wrong with that man...I’m just a knucklehead!

My Girlfriend and I runaway to Boston

A town with an eerie reputation

Stuck with tar full of rejection and exile

I can’t wait to see my lady

I don’t want to leave the people I love behind

As much as her, but talking to her from a creepy situation

For the people of my skin, I can’t begin to rewind the bad blood stories in bean town; at least I’m being caught in a dim spring day in Boston

I know she had interested in me, I feel the same

She did worn me what would happen when I come to Boston

Her family would be empathetic to me as a person, but not be a member of the family anytime soon

I felt like Willie O’Ree on that weekend

For the people of my skin, I can’t begin to rewind the bad blood stories in bean town; at least I’m being caught in a dim spring day in Boston

I paid a ticket back to Cincinnati

When I stopped by my mother’s house, gave me a scorn

Wondered to myself what I was doing back here

For the people of my skin, I can’t begin to rewind the bad blood stories in bean town; at least I’m being caught in a dim spring day in Boston

I rather stay here and have my girlfriend here in the city with me

The relationship is too far gone to repair an axle

I want to make time with her

I don’t want to run away to Boston to keep her close to me

Traveling to Boston for love is more complex than dealing with the Red Sox curse

I want to be with you, but I’m still waiting for the promotion that brings me closer to you

I hope you understand the problem isn’t the love, it’s the distance

I hope there is an impasse that can keep us within range

I know I’m perfect for you

But separation of our world is starting from Cincinnati to Bean town is too hard to imagine

Garlique

Of all days it had to happen upon a date of an interview

Brushed my teeth twice and still have garlic on my breath

I take Garlique to stay regular……as my mouth smells like Pepe le Pew, don’t kiss this you fool

Regular bad breath from the anchovy pizza eaten the previous night

Tried the Listerine strip to disguise my stinky mess

But it’ rips and my tong felt a dip…as my mouth smells like Pepe le Pew, don’t kiss this you fool

Tried the Listerine once more two hours before the interview

I hoped him or her wouldn’t ask me too many question that will open the junkyard of my mouth

Garlique has given me fears of tears you see in a chef’s face chopping onions

Oh how it reeks…as my mouth smells like Pepe le Pew, don’t kiss this you fool!

Garlique has given me fears of tears you see in a chef’s face chopping onions

Oh how it reeks…as my mouth smells like Pepe le Pew, don’t kiss this you fool

I was panicking as I saw the interviewer

He sat down like he was strapped in the electric chair, in a calm way

So did I, keeping as much eye contact even on the tough questions

Like how can I contribute to the company…as my mouth smells like Pepe le Pew, don’t kiss this you fool

He liked most of my answers until the interview was over

Shook his hand and to my surprise

He asked what cologne was that I was wearing smelling like Pepe le Pew

Told him it was Garlique with Listerine…as my mouth smells like Pepe le pew, don’t kiss this you fool!

He didn’t believe me, my rancid breath made his eyes vomit smelling like parmesan

On the Run

On the run with no bun…always chasing the loose ball of life

By Pun can use me like a lyrical chess

On the run…Pawn strung like a yarn with the barn in smoke

On the run…Choking on a pretzel that should have been a bullet, with my name on it and still finding out life is full of the same rhymes, lies and vulgarity has me on the run again catching my breath…always chasing the loose ball of life

That would make fish dripped with vinegar a simple taste of failure

Why didn’t I retired sooner because the solar eclipse is closing on me as the skies light has me fighting for my life has me on the run again catching my breath… chasing the loose ball of life

On the run…Living in a dye of a tide dyed t-shirt

Not being mixed in rye bread…I’m sick of running from who I am

On the run…as everybody was in the 2008 Home Run Derby as Josh Hamilton hit every ball in sight, hitting all of those balls on our heads…always chasing the loose ball of life

On the run…when Vince Carter spellbound everyone with his wizardry in the 2000 Slam Dunk Contest

How long do I have to keep running from the unknown…always on the run from losing another lost ball which I seem to lose every time

Rebound the haunted bus

One day in a blistery spring day/ I wait for the bus/ the Metro bus sounded like it had strep throat roaring through the street of my chest/ I arrive on the bus and the coach is 2129/ fog suddenly flooded the clouds/ my hand started to fade as the bus driver looked like Wesley Snipes on “Brooklyn Vampire”/ my hair was so scared of the bus itself, my hair ran away from my head out of the steps / the bus was roaring through like lions fighting in the zoo/as my legs were starting to limp like Michael Jackson’s dancers on thriller/ all the other passengers on the bus went from normal people like me became zombies just like me looking to suck blood from the living as soon as I get out of rebound the haunted bus…you want to get on, anyone who wants to be a zombie can get in

My face turning blue like Freak-A-Zoid/as the bus sounded like the engine was not only will over heat, but would explode/ eyes turning purple like you would see if you received black eyes/ears and tears running down my neck like Mr. Crocker on the Fairly Odd Parents as a guy is asking me for directions having eel like tail sucking my plasma and a woman staring at me reading my mind with her werewolf face looking to see if I’m the prey she would want to eat/ walls of the bus ready to slide off as the ceiling hits our foreheads…you want to get on,

I got out of the bus and feeling human once again as I went to my doctor, two hours later like a Dennis Rodman rebound, the same bus and the same driver stands between me and from getting home in the fog Zombies like Dennis Rodman catching every rebound anyone who wants to be a zombie can get in Representing my fine tools of fools in the swimming pool of slime and blood has me in fear

Can’t move backwards before falling backwards like an illegal pass by the quarterback as the bus sucked me in

How far back the field I have to be before people stop saying I’m lazy and play my share

Failure comes in glaciers like the Clippers…you want to get on, anyone who wants to be a zombie can get in, but I want out of here!

Success brings me greed like the Yankees you want to get on, anyone who wants to be a zombie can get in, but I want out of here!

How long I’m holding the key to be free to do whatever the society wants me to having no prosperity on rebound the haunted bus of futility like the horror of the movie “Terror Train”

Joker’s wild

Sliders can save the picture or put the picture

In a pitcher watching an Albert Pujols home run ball

Fly a long way out like a Polaroid picture…has my stomach wild as the joker in a poker game

Can’t win the battle, but prolongs the misery we were hearing it like it was the first time for everything…as a joker of an  umpire trying to squeeze my zone

Without a sublime amount of time to throw the perfect pitch as the pitcher has his cold stare in his cap like Andy Pettitte…has my stomach wild as the joker in a poker game

Was hit like a hockey puck on the railroad tracks…as a joker of an umpire trying to squeeze my zone…has my stomach wild as the joker in a poker game

How low do I have to be mentally to take the load of my shoulders?

Relax with a saxophone in hand and become the joker of my dreams…has my stomach wild as the joker in a poker game

Gazing the stars on the ground seeing flashes of cameras after a fastball hitting me square in the head after the joker of a pitcher hit my head as I fell at home plate like humpty dumpty…has my stomach wild as the joker in a poker game

I might not make it very far again the joker thought I might tat my bat like George Brett leaving him in the dark night out of his gores as the dangerous lumber disease infected my bat like mosquitoes taking pit stops of blood in our skin in the summer heat…has my stomach wild as the joker in a poker game

The joker of the pitcher won’t see me at home plate, I’ll be relaxing eating Captain D’s with vinegar not seeing the evil eyes of the joker

Carnage

Whose ghosts are left to come for me as a rattle?

When I’m sent to hell after the life of the rattle

The Rattle sees everything in the room, from the television showing cartoons to sporting events

The Rattle sees family members and friends coming over to meet in a party but not knowing for whom

The Rattle feels drool like a speeding bus on a highway and drenches a woman in the rain wearing an expensive blouse

The rattle sees being handled by a new baby that entered the world in the house which the rattle is placed

The rattle was given to the baby after the older baby became a toddler addicted to Thomas the tank engine

The rattle sees happy and somewhat shy faces on any given day

But the rattle never seen anger from a couple escalate seeing a woman slapping the man, broken vases, screaming, fighting which lead to a graphic rape involving a knife as the baby and the other children are upstairs and have no awareness of what is going on

The rattle sees the man pulling out a pen for whatever reason, then realizes that the pen was a pistol shooting her multiple times

The rattle knew the brake up was coming, but never sensed any carnage of violence, the woman was pregnant carrying a baby from a would be better man I thought

The rattle now will be in a house of sorrow as the children are now without a mother to nurture, and when the courts are done with the man, the children will always see their father in handcuffs and bars due to the carnage sees in now a broken home

Who killed the M.C.?

Cleanse your feelings

I tried, but now their dried up like a bad pilot on CBS and tried to stop the trap that have African American men in trouble by our women slaying us down like sell outs to Pack-rat’ strain, “leave her for a white girl”…has all emcee’s like mine DN9ed running from the radio always take the tab in the blame game list

I’m black, but still doesn’t change the sting I felt

Black woman being rained over like opossums resurrecting Bosko like we didn’t do anything wrong after years they cares for our children…has rappers like me always take the tab in the blame game list

As we run from girls outside our race to find satisfaction

Pack-rat & Quickie are in heaven, but their lives as hell razors are worst than mine

Feeling like a felon every time I hear rock stars like Chew Bonkers talking about how stupid we look

Descendants in a music genre that people make money in four years and having enemies like knew you can Rhyme, Fleece Roberts and others using me as a target to boost sales and kill me like the feds wanted to do for years…as carnage is on the floor

I can never make peace of illusions give me no reason to search for others

Why the rap game and I have been weaning of the bottle, and lose the battle…as carnage is on the floor as the room shutters of screaming and panicking

I’m nowhere like that

Sadly as much I love black women

I have feelings toward women of a different kind

I’m sorry for another African American man left in the confusion of who’s who…has rappers like me always take the tab in the blame game list

I’m a sell out who fell into a webbed trap in the world’s divides of sexual origin, race, and shade of color, class, disabilities, weight and age in the death of the real emcees

It’s a women’s world

Rock and rap isn’t fair especially for women. Dice, Hershey Kiss, Margarita, Tremor and Dizzy Plain are the front runners of rap shoving it down on the males as rock has Infidel, and Fevrier Mist

I grew up listening to WeanClean and the orange Tide because my mother heard G.R.O.U.P.I.N.G on and horrid Friday is a fried day away…in a women’s world

Think about it no big rap groups since C-Rock knock and MSG heaves were the first as rock started with Vinegar Rotten, No crumb left unturned and Ursula Pearl who was entrenched in the Rock n’ Roll hall of fame not too long ago with the Z’ Blue keys and Sue Me7…in a women’s world

Not King Royal buy Lieutenant Sprinkle can care less using the best song

Sorry Ms. Hare dare, you’re forgotten

Near puberty listening to Zecharina ratline had a kick to that better than Q p24 but Ms. Jocelyn “breadcrumb” Malloy will have her say as the men keep dominating the crop

It’s a women’s world

Is men are just con artist covering up the absence of women in these two music genres…in a women’s world

Porcupine

You can take away the anxiety from the people

I can’t take away the anxiety that tries to cure mental illness…my spikes are as high as my insecurities

We can be converted to normal functioning zombies with little feelings and emotion

I feel like I’m one of the Robotech Masters feeling emptiness when all of the people are being influenced by humans emotionally wanting to know what the feeling of human emotion feels like…my spikes are as high as my insecurities as all porcupines feel

The scientist will throw in false or half truths about victims of Bipolar disorder, AD (H) D

Basically throwing Autistic adults in a vegetative state that relic’s garbage with lies involving Rhianolyn and Seroquel to blow down depression with weight gain…my spikes are as high as my insecurities

Becoming more depressed and lonely as the spikes become higher feeling like I’m on a 65 game losing streak of insecurities as a hedgehog curling up into a ball as danger comes

  I can’t take away the anxiety that tries to cure mental illness…my spikes are as high as my insecurities as all porcupines feel

Scientist should come to realize whatever research and funding

There are some illnesses scientist may have little or no control over…my spikes are as high as my insecurities

Like a porcupine with spiked thorns for a fur coat wishing I were brave as a panther roaring in the jungle, instead of rolling my life away in the woods waiting for the coldness of tepidness is always seen from other porcupines seeing a shy misunderstood thorns in the heart

Parity

Competition is a repetition that is tempted by temptations that steals a person’s heart of satisfying the self…Parity leaves me in neutral

Being younger was not the case especially in the past of not long ago

I lust over white girls from one corner to another meanwhile this Asian girl had things going on beyond my view …Parity leaves me in neutral

Who knew she had talent, intelligence, beauty, calmness and has something that lights up a room of excitement...I wish I saw the beauty she had a long time ago?

A white girl I met from my past I thought I had things on the move

Used me up like a pile of grits and went with someone who was just like her

I may never find someone like me sincerely, even though there is somebody for someone. Seeing the Asian girl after years went by at the ice cream shop at the time

She looked like a dark girl white girl with blond highlights

I wasn’t envious about and her boyfriend

Wondering how life would have been if I acted correctly

Haven’t to lust for the white girl that tore my sides like Yao Ming dunking on Swat

That’s pain for a lame quackery and buffoonery; this is why Parity leaves me in neutral

Pickled

I think teenagers should develop more self awareness for two years if they respond like this, “can I drive the car to work nothing will happen to the car…being pickled in a pickle jar”

The results of this is, the occurrence becomes a factor and lives would be lost or ruined

If they had a bad day before work then if it is okay to drive in bad circumstances…pickled in the pickle jar of being scared stiff like the police catching them being Peyton Manning verses Tom Brady in a drag race, instead of throwing a football pass, turn up the accelerator

It’s time for mentors, and family to step forward

Teaching them how to drive no matter that’s behind them

Not speeding off in a panic when they see a cop

Until then, they should not be able to drive…There caught in a pickle jar of lies and in denial hoping the cops are not going to be like Peyton Manning or Tom Brady using the cars as bullets passes through the streets over 100 miles per hour like Jeff Gordon as the first driver hits the wall and dies on contact as the other driver comes home with thousands of words of being scared not only all over the car, but in the house hoping someone in the family or someone else knew another track race took place…stuck in a pickle jar of being scared stiff like the police catching them being Peyton Manning verses Tom Brady in a drag race, instead of throwing a football pass, turn up the accelerator

Adrenaline to live the life in the high time speed of space which makes their skin peel off not only have the driver who made it alive in deadly trouble, but the sadness and consequences in the pickle jar of lies and denial of who started the race and why was death needed to provide the lesson learned jar of being scared stiff like the police catching them being Peyton Manning verses Tom Brady in a drag race, instead of throwing a football pass, turn up the accelerator

Despicable

Why do we blame the white man when they say must be the money...Despicable?

Low intelligence of primates that’s Jewish scientist thought about us and let them people nearly the same shade to the evils of “White America” during the Civil Rights era...Despicable is the word for the censors?

Why the NAACP, we didn’t create the group, Jews did without them, jobs would be hosed down with bloody shirts and my people constantly complain about not being the majority minority in the New America...Despicable is the word for the censors?

This is what we get when we kill our fellow men for the same petty cash that made Michael Jordan famous as Latinos and Asians only get paid buy 7 cents an hour like Mr. Krabs does to Squidward and SpongeBob...Despicable is the word for the censors?

We still wear black t-shirts like Tupac and Biggie with the red and blue bandanas…both been gone almost 35 years and we’re still wondering why do we condone the cartoon like violence in our ghettos...Despicable?

Did all of us in this hip hop life I lived caused the Spike Lee and Bill Cosby fans of the past to hate Cincinnati, which is my home? ...Despicable is the word for the censors?

Friends I have live in beautiful neighborhoods which were lived by Jews in the mid 1960’s as Middle Eastern people and Asians owned every pony keg earlier in the century in stores we owned...Despicable for 2016

Album 2

Crash

Early ages in crimes begin as the children receive unwanted attention saying things like this, “oh he’s a good kid, and he’ll never hurt anybody”…mind is like a crashing and burning house of pain

Does it occur to people close to them that becoming curious about how bad actually looks to their eyes?

To explain certain consequences for their actions

Can they control their actions or react if the parents think it’s wrong to do something

Having little or no regret as the children can be abused for a small petty thing

If the environment in the neighborhood tells you to pull out a gun and killing someone because you lost in a taunting fight and become overwhelmed and cry out

Does this give the right to kill that person or yourself?

No…Dying should come when you’re about ninety, not dying at age 17.

If you pulled that gun or knife you denying memories that person would have had with a mate, friends and the family…”…mind is like a crashing and burning house of pain

The teenagers are crying for love, food, money, and a better place to call home and stop the mind from crashing and burning in the house of pain in their minds…”…mind is like a crashing and burning house of pain just won’t end until the killings to get open ceiling has to stop

Uneducated

Click group, what’s wrong with me?

I’ve only been hit on in one group and it was painful in the evil mind of Ursula Pearl thinking you’re Sarah Silverman…child please, you’re Jim McMahon with hair

I screwed it up I was their puppet for a while until stuffing my mouth on a breadstick that was half eaten with chili and punch on top of it… leaves me to seek my education of understanding women

The worst part of it was, one of my buddies is still lovesick for one of the girls to this day

It’s been some time now, might as well asked all three of them to prom hoping he wouldn’t be humiliated as I did…leaves me to seek my education of understanding evil pearl of a women like you, Ursula Pearl

You can have all the smarts that parents, teachers and authority figures can give you, but even the little things like humiliation by someone could blackball you when trying you make new friends…don’t shelter yourself like a clam, you’ll clam up pearls of nerves and shame in the spell of seeking education of understanding evil pearl of a women like you, Ursula Pearl

Don’t accept the abuse and don’t punish yourself…life being educated or not is too short to stress you to give you wrinkles on the forehead…look ahead for the next opportunity from being uneducated of understanding women evil pearl of a women like you, Ursula Pearl

No degree can help me understand women, especially you Pearl from getting struck by a puck on a slap shot like Brett Hull after the humiliation of licking my wounds of shame in front of your crew feeling smacked 1,000 times over making my face swell of failure not kissing your feet, and you’re no pearl yourself

You evil pearl Ursula, you will get what is coming to you one of these days with the next man trying to take you on

Wild Card Playoff

All comes down to this six teams fighting for one spot in the playoffs with one week left

Home runs are hit to the parking lot but feeling like a bull’s eye target would hit us

We still keep resisting the worries of falling out of the golden glove race

Throwing the ball that skipped to the dugout as the cheers became louder by the opponents home field and obvious by the chants by the fans…has me wild on ecstasy

Becoming louder and louder in the altitude in my throat

Time is weaning away and the clock struck midnight the team will be in the playoffs

I don’t want another team to determine the fate we created by ourselves

I want to slide head first like Matt Holliday and seeing nothing but feet with my heart pounding as the crowd is excited as the ball is coming at home plate…has me wild on ecstasy

The umpire said I was safe…But the replays showed throughout Fox showed that not only I was out. I was out by a whole mile…wild card playoff is only fun if you win

Throwing the ball that skipped to the dugout as the cheers became louder by the opponents home field and obvious by the chants by the fans…has me wild on ecstasy

Now having …had me wild on ecstasy to play against an elite opponent is the least of our problems

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The Little Mermaid

Please swim your fins to me…little mermaid of my reef

I can’t catch you like a hail marry pass beyond my reach from the treasure chest with gold in the ocean

Hearing the ocean waves draws me closer to you as you stole my heart

Your hazel eyes as I watch you with hesitation waiting for my chance to meet you and your entourage

You remind me of a girl who loves to swim like a mermaid

Hopefully you won’t take this the wrong way you are my little mermaid

Hopefully I’ll someday catch you at the right time

I’m hooked by your beauty little mermaid

Little mermaid I would like to know your name to find out who I’m chasing

Leaving my puzzle unsolved as you walk down the ravine as I daydream

Having a conversation in a beach on a beautiful sunset waiting for a little mermaid of my own

The little mermaid I hoped to be mine has a boyfriend, but she told me her name was Lisa Wang

She wanted to be friends with me

I wanted the same thing

Hopefully another little mermaid beautiful as you can catch my heart this time and start the puzzle over again

Address

I just moved to a new address few weeks ago I went to the post office and changed my address but the mail I received still haven’t arrived to my mailbox at my new address

My address was changed few weeks ago hopefully no one stole my mail from my pervious address

I’m going to lose my mind at my new address waiting for the Playboy magazine with Kim Khardashian on the cover

I wait for a valuable package from the Phoenix Mercury to reach my new address but no Ups trick in sight so I travel to town and asked if they received any notice of a new address, “yes but the package failed inspection

I wait for another week, it arrived but not before receiving someone else’s mail in my new address

Meanwhile an old neighbor across the street from my old address saw someone digging through the old mailbox as the landlord lifted the sale sign asked the person what’s going on and watch the landlord call the police and will send the old mail to my new address

I’m going to lose my mind at my new address waiting for the Playboy magazine with Kim Khardashian on the cover

When the mail arrived, I sighed with anxious relief, or so I thought as the Playboy magazine was stolen buy somebody who wanted a good look at Kim Khardashian too.

Who is stealing my mail? Maybe sent to my old address…again, probably not. I’m not going to tie myself in knots trying to find who did it

Can’t amplify a broken heart

I can’t amplify a broken heart…I have for Abril Calderon, who I wanted to meet you eccentric friends

Abril Calderon who…I’ll show you how I interact with you outside class

Abril Calderon who…But you Abril give me the chills and your group will never notice how shell shocked I am when I see you, I  feel like an old phonograph, I can’t amplify a broken heart

Abril Calderon who…I’m close friends with one of your girlfriends

I might be the oldest in the public eyes as enemies wonder what you might say when I try to ask you on a date, I  feel like an old phonograph, I can’t amplify a broken heart

I can’t amplify a broken heart …Too bad most of your male friends are envious of me when I’m around Abril Calderon

Abril Calderon …Looking at us together from a distance and you say no

I can’t amplify a broken heart  that I feel for Abril Calderon …Not only you say no, you told me you were dating one of the boys behind another guy in the classroom

Abril Calderon who…I wanted to beat the guy up as a crowd was gathering expecting a fight after class, I can’t amplify a broken heart when I see you looking at him

Abril Calderon who…But wisely walked away and wondered what did I do for you as I  feel like an old phonograph,  I can’t amplify your broken heart

Abril Calderon who…To not only go on a date but with a guy who looks like me but darker

Abril Calderon, I still want to be your friend but you say no and flipped the middle finger

Abril Calderon who…I thought you were the young curvy version of Selena and Jennifer Lopez

But I can say why I deal with women like you all the time with big egos after you broke up with me you acorn shaped lady, the first lady that opened her peach yogurt and let me feel her big cinnamon rolls made love to me as I can’t amplify a broken heart of an old phonograph at the Alamo

The Butterfinger Syndrome

Oh. I’m shaking in my shoes trying to throw the baseball to the first basemen; the ball skips the glove and ends up in the stands as the runner is awarded second base like Chuck Knoblach did when he was a New York Yankee…the butter finger syndrome got me smashed inside a mouth eating a Butterfinger

 Later on in my shaking shoes trying to catch a long ball which sounded like a home run was hit, seeing the ball in my site crashing the wall the ball met the glove but bounced off for a game winning walk-off home run as I look back at centerfield always pondering about the ball leaving my hands and waiting for another chance…the butter finger syndrome got me smashed inside a mouth eating a Butterfinger

Oh. I’m shaking in my shoes trying to be like Jason Williams playing point guard throwing a lob pass for the power forward sprinting all out for a slam dunk, but the pass was too hard and lost the ball of the lands like slippery bar soap…the butter finger syndrome got me smashed inside a mouth eating a Butterfinger

Oh. I’m shaking in my shoes trying to keep my shutout streak alive like Martin Brodeur; I ended up giving up 5 goals in two minutes as I was pulled from the hockey game. The goalie who replaced me gave up no goals as the team rallied to win the game…the butter finger syndrome got me smashed inside a mouth eating a Butterfinger

Oh. I’m shaking in my shoes trying get thins inbounds pass kicked in midfield like Juan Pablo Angel, no matter what I did, defenders were all over me like Homer Simpson on Ned Flanders as my teammates are wondering is there a bad spell I gave the team which cost the country to lose the soccer championship…the butter finger syndrome got me smashed inside a mouth eating a Butterfinger

Oh. I’m shaking in my shoes trying to steer myself from all these Carl Edwards around me trying to win checkered flag, but one bad turn led me to wreck the car going up airborne…the butter finger syndrome got me smashed inside a mouth eating a Butterfinger

I tried to hide the shakes on this day; I’m having a really bad day as I eat my Butterfinger

Responsible for whom…

(Interlude) Who can guess those kids listen or read what I say and automatically think they’re witnessing an American Idol embarrassment.

How can I be responsible for children idolize a cold man with no remorse to the cause of these kids active destructive from school, to work and in the streets?

Talking back to the parents and Swearing

Am I responsible for peers getting killed like a video game saddens me and wonder what’s wrong with the youth nowadays as Sue Me 7 is warping minds on BET as evil she always is

I’m not responsible for these minds as she is.

Children are now more vulnerable because the role models have behavior problems

Almost no work ethic to build on character…I can’t take the credit for this

Trying to live the BET, MTV life, jewelry, dropping pants like the droopy dimples of Droopy…I can’t take the responsibility for this

Gold teeth and money for cars and mansions just happen to land in their lap even though there talking about “I, me, they and girls I can have as groupies”

These kids buying records that don’t pertain to them like strip clubs and excessive drinking…I can’t take the responsibility for this

I’m not the king of controversy as the media has made me out to be, but a clipped wing has me categorized with other writers and singers in the media keeping a chapped lip

Kids have lost individuality because our value of life has changed for the worse.

I can’t be responsible for all of this chaos like a warlord or something

Can’t go for those shoes

I love you honey buns…no matter what sole you wear

You know I do

Please honey I would love for you to buy these long heal red dress shoes for me.”

Are you Sarah Jessica Parker character Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the City Crazy?

“Yes I am.”

I love you to pieces, but I can’t buy those shoes, look at the price and see my wallet runaway with legs out of my pocket”...I can’t go for those shoes, darling…no way

Besides, with a price like that will take up half of my life to earn maybe two lives out of nine

“Look at this honey, they fit my feet, and look, they’re so shiny they match my lipstick, do you love them on me?”

Yes but this will rock my budget down, I can thousands of things to buy and won’t cost up to $500. “Fine I’ll buy the shoes then since your acting all serious about your needs”..I can’t go for those shoes, darling…no way

I have to think this as she bought those shoes, I love her, but I here is something wrong with her if she gets me the puppy pout look when she can have pairs of shoes like those shoes…Good Grief!

I can’t go for those shoes, darling…no way

My soles are feeling the pit of my wallet, scrambling for money to buy shoes of my own, she won’t let me because I don’t want to make the sole of a girlfriend mad at me throwing the high heels Sex and the City shoes , she already has a shoe department in her closet

No Need to Ask

When you need a favor…I’m here

When you want advice, I won’t roll dice over you avoiding the questions…Don’t hesitate to ask me anything

When you have problems that I can help with…You can ask me

Don’t have to ask about dirty dishes…I cleaned them

Don’t have to ask about the laundry, it is clean like Tom Landry’s coat

Don’t have to ask about picking up the kids from school girlfriend …I did it looking cool so the kids wouldn’t be embarrassed to see me

Don’t have to cook dinner, little brother…I did it because I love you

When you’re frustrated with me, you can tell me.

You don’t have to ask…I already know

As a friend…I’m always here when you want to call

You don’t want to hold my attention by kicking and screaming…just ask me

You want to know what I’m talking to on the phone, if it were a doctor or someone else of course I won’t tell you, but if I were talking to a friend or a girlfriend about Hollywood or melodrama…ask for the details and stop being nosey like a police dog sniffing any dugs I have and tell them of course I have none

Being passive and humming like a humming bird doesn’t make me wonder what you need to ask me something, you’re stalling on borrowed time

Don’t be afraid to ask me anything

Sirens

Sirens, a sound that puts us in fear as another ambulance comes down the road

Making us run from the law or somebody was shot a few blocks away by a drive-by as the police pull up as the siren stops and starts leaving a crime scene

As destruction of glass and blood is left in the crime seen as the guys on the corner not going to tell the police what happened…as I hear a siren every night to no end for my eardrums snarling like Chris Webber with every point I score as I’m trying to score points like counting sheep begging like all beggars do and hope the sirens won’t stop me from falling asleep

On the scene every day in a city of haze and hostility of silence when some are arrested and taken down to downtown to the courthouse as the others hid behind bushes and alleyways and watch the police cars sirens shut off and headed out…as I hear a siren every night to no end for my eardrums snarling like Chris Webber with every point I score as I’m trying to score points like counting sheep begging like all beggars do and hope the sirens won’t stop me from falling asleep

Sirens when it rings in my head paralyzing my waves like dizziness

It spells trouble approaching on the double as there is far more silence then sirens…as I hear a siren every night to no end for my eardrums as the violence goes on as the violin keeps my mind from the sirens as I snarling like Chris Webber with every point I score as I’m trying to score points like counting sheep begging like all beggars do and hope the sirens won’t stop me from falling asleep

But another night of happenings and mishaps as the sirens blare as loud as a car booming stereo player as a driver is listening to the ever dying eardrums of Coolio

Sorry I couldn’t help you

You needed me to help you on a project

I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you and I learned from another friend you failed the project

And there should be something I can do to make myself not look like Damien who says he’ll help DMX in every way and becomes his favorite demon as I still battling my demons

I want you to succeed

A real friend would have help you when you have a problem not worrying about being the only two colored people in the classroom

A real friend would help you correct any errors

A real friend would not be annoyed and frustrated when you have questions of how to use a computer and all the language on the screen

A real friend feels sad an weird when you’re not here doing the computer artwork, I seldom did as I was happy you were gone

A real friend would have obviously understood that you are a bit older a need some teaching from people my age, having chances to ask someone else for help, but you turned to me and ask, “what do I do?”

A real friend would sense you thought I was more than a friend when we always talked about The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air in the cafeteria just like if we were watching the shows on your couch as you blush, I thought about giving you my phone number, but I was afraid of getting too close

A real friend would talk about your kids as much as I talk about my nephews without thinking about the past, seeing the present is you

A real friend would help you like professors do and give you my phone number incase if you needed additional help

A real friend would have express his feelings of infatuation with you as you may have felt for me, as a few friends knew they’re something that could be going on with us

inspire I’m a young black man and you were an older but pretty chubby Latino woman who always wore your sweat pants to class which was a staple for you as a bald guy who always wore a cap

You were a real friend as you smiled and waved at me as you still think of me even though one year past

I let my demons from my past come to play in the streets of my minds as I wasn’t a real friend you can rely on for help

Sorry I couldn’t help you

 “Important enough to not help me walk down the street, to keep those creeps from hitting me, man.”

I don’t know what to say…Sorry I couldn’t help you is now just seen as excuses

Another Victory

Want low, low prices

Number of Meijer, Bigg’s, Kroger stores

Thriftway is no more, at least in this city anyway

What’s a person to do in these times of recession?

Having to buy groceries without selling away my life’s saving just to buy gas to get to any grocery store at this point…no way to settle a score with another victory

The cash plus reward cards aren’t helping too much either

But still have to get to the sore, grab the shopping car and write out a list so “I don’t spend extra and have nothing inside the refrigerator just five days after” …no way to settle a score with another victory

Oh no there’s the last box of Lucky Charms and there’s a lady with so much vegetables and meat in her cart staring me down like she had an Idea what I was seeking to get…no way to settle a score with another victory

Oh to my disheartened ego, she was thinking it to

So her and I rushed for the cereal and I beaten her to get another victory

“It’s mine, ha” as she slapped me with her purse

Another victory for me in this place for lower prices, sorry Meijer…for at least this week anyway

Another trip to the grocery store, another day of survival

At any cost

Any cost to steal money as black clouds of depression are thickening up

Any cost to steal a car in neutral trying to support my family

Any cost to provide my family the right to survive has me in trouble feeling used up like Earl Campbell delivering TV’s, chopping wood with drips of blood and warts through my hands being the only black face in this place

Turmoil with the police has family members wondering what’s wrong with me killing an ice cream man because he overcharged me buy a quarter, a quarter that felt to me like a $100 bill

As the chocolate éclair good humor ice cream stick melts out of my hands to my gym shoes in the sweating night costing nearly $200

Where the mist of the light entices me to steal at any cost

Die by any cost for this fight on impulse as anger has slowed me down as the police were waiting at the front door having a warrant for my arrest

Without a struggle, I gave my life on murder at any cost as the job is a rotating door for people who come from different worlds with little money to make their family whole

Now I’m on the streets finding crumbs from garbage cans of homelessness after my prison sentence ends and all because I was cheated by a quarter costing me everything living my life like a game of sudden death as my wallet cries to eat some money to spend money, I shouldn’t have been so quick to kill a man for the ice cream cone

Temple vs. Harvard

A black man needs knowledge...of the expression of mind, drinking frappicino of knowledge

But Temple teaches the perspective form the past

And keep things in mind when history is distorted to now live the school likes a clown, time to get your life in order to raise my bright mind and stop hiding my greatness from the books

The knowledge to survive beyond high school and beyond the drinking booze era of the college life

Watered down the brains for the brawn of the here and now in the books in the mind is where I reside

But Harvard has a rich feel as students consorted to liability of you can’t succeed in that institution

A black man needs knowledge...of the expression of mind, drinking frappicino of knowledge

The knowledge to survive with shrinking resources in this world outside the bars, but increase of hands of the races in prison bars like crows begging for crows, instead of lusting for education

The knowledge of inequality is fact being born when being born…but the books give the hope for the mind to grow like a fortress of excellence in both schools

The knowledge of the shrinking population with an increase of resentment in achieving excellence of self and the shoulders of all problems of the community as one

The knowledge to survive on the smarts like Myron Rolle, not the brawns of Spencer Haywood

As Cosby has already said blacks are being diluted like bad coffee of unequaled education

What a black man has to do to have an education without being brainwashed with Eurocentric thinking

Has me sinking from rags to riches with no brain amounting to strands of grain chopped down in its prime

How boring…to now live the school likes a clown, time to get your life in order to raise my bright mind and stop hiding my greatness from the books…whatever choice to choose, chose your own Temple or Harvard

Sunflower in the Wheelchair

I love you…in spite the chair of wheels that take you places when your legs can’t guide you to Starbucks with me

You love me…in spite using my legs for granted, never wondering how my life would be without my legs travelling by airplane

Seeing you laugh happily in the wheelchair like a sunflower on a summer day wearing your timeless yellow Seattle SuperSonics t-shirt, brings me comfort that you are happy sitting there having one of my friends assist you in the swimming pool in the summer time…proving you don’t need your legs can’t guide you

But seeing you in the wheelchair won’t deter me from having a long relationship with a sunflower as you

You remind me of a sunflower what I had growing in a friend’s backyard in Corryville a few years back, and it’s beautiful to see you in the wheelchair

If you can walk we could hug and kiss down the meadow and you putting your hand on my face like peek-a-boo as your face turn red and I get the same reaction when I have my hand on your face…proving you don’t need your legs can’t guide you

There have been clouds in our friendship, untrue

Some by us, as our true friend support us by actions and body language, not cheapened word that some people are always stuck in that ethos of thing when seeing someone who sometimes uses crutches when you want to be the sunflower off of you wheelchair…proving you don’t need your legs can’t guide you

Some from your parents who don’t understand what kind of sunflower you are even though your words are hard to understand, but body language helps me to understand what you like and what you pride for

I don’t want to treat you like a maid; you have showed me that you are beyond helpless…in spite the chair of wheels that take you places when your legs can’t guide you

But if I have to help you walk to your wheelchair I’ll do it

Without thought, no matter what the weather is you’re the sunflower in the wheelchair

I still think of as such if you are able to walk someday when we’ll see each other again

Album 3

J’attends (I’m Waiting)

 Hey there (I said as I see a girl playing basketball at the gym, I seen her play before, she typically had her friends play 3 on 3 version of 21 when she’s not playing for her college team. But at this instants she was by herself)

“Are you talking to me?”

Yes, you

“You look like a basketball”

I don’t play basketball for my college

“I want to see how you play against me, I won’t’ bite but you might not have a crush on a girl like me when I’m done scoring on you.”

We’ll see whose laughing at this game of H.O.R.S.E

Why you want to score on me

Why you want to score on me…I’m going to send the ball back

“Your good but you can’t score on me”

Your right but can’t score on me

“We’ll see honey”

Honey why did you call me that?!

“Yes, I told you I can score on you”

I’ won’t let the ball dribble of my hand and have you steal the ball and getting a lay-up, especially with you using your off-hand and I can’t get to you

“I can score off him, but not as much as I thought…I think he like me”

She likes getting to my head

I have to make my move before she plays like former WNBA star Kara Lawson playing beyond the laws of the court

I’m sick of waiting for her to take me seriously and I’m definitely not going to like the storm coming ahead…later as she won the game Horse

I can tell you had enough of me

“Yes I am…your defense is as smooth as Ron Artest I like your play”

I like you despite making me pour in sweat may I have your phone number

“Yes you can but not I give you mine, do you want to play against me again sometime tomorrow”

Sure, but I still wonder why did you call me honey on the R

“I like you…I wanted to see if you crack against mw but you waited for your chance and you kept playing your hardest but you’re like Ben Wallace…you can rebound, steal ,but you can’t score to save your life I can. Would you like to relax and go to a movie?”

Sure I would, you’re not just a good player, and you’re very smart

“I’ll be waiting for you, Mr. Sweaty.”

The Caged Bluebird Blues

Hello Ms. How are you

She didn’t say anything

Asked how she’s been sitting by waiting for the bus

I see a tear dripping on her face

Then she told me this, “I’m afraid to go back home after work. There was a break-in in my boyfriend’s house two guys hit me and raped after I didn’t tell the men what their looking for.”

I replied what was it and you don’t believe your boyfriend did this to you or knew anyone behind this?

“I didn’t know?”

Who do you think would’ve done something like this?

“Earlier in the night, I receive a phone call from a woman”

What woman?

“A woman was looking for my boyfriend around the time the guys broke in.”

What are you going to do; you’re a beautiful smart lady trying to make a living.

Why take the abuse?

“You like me don’t you, I see you all the time buying Sushi & Groceries”

I’m worried about you,

Just can’t bear to see you hurt, there’s nothing in the world he did or you did gives him the right to hurt you, your so called close friends

If you’re scarred to come home, your real friends will met you

Here’s my phone number when you need to call me

“Sure”

May I have your phone number?

“Yes, but not tonight”

Don’t take this route, there are plenty of nice men who’ll date and protect a nice woman as yourself like a Robin and let your unhappiness fly away

Don’t wonder around like a Robin waiting for the next relationship, take care of yourself and your friends will take care of you…Bless you, sometime, another time

Fog before the darkness

Stop acting like a stiff or you’ll slip and fall on Cliff Avenue

The fog before the darkness will haunt you and have to steal your way out of trouble like Riff Raff on Heathcliff to prove that you’re not a wimp, but a slick pimp drinking slice while playing dice in the rain in the late fall turning to icy rain

The fog before the darkness will haunt you if you see the only way to get sexual healing is to yielding values using your tilting éclair with your umbrella protecting it from a marvelous prostitute looking for l’argent and dinero to feed more men into her peach yogurt and your just a member for her, “who do I fuck like a loose headed duck today behind the McMicken Street alley

If you were on a raft you’ll be washed away

The fog before the darkness will haunt you, It feels like Jif peanut butter trying to leave your teeth without the milk and have tar building up and your throat becomes a choking hazard…wash it down now as you eat her peach yogurt and lick her hamburger buns as your sex drive is at an all-time high as your éclair is rising with floods of sperm like a worm trying to escape an eagle!

Don’t lift freight you can’t handle in the fog of fear

The fog before the darkness will haunt you everywhere

Share a little of yourself to others

They’re not otters the world will listen to what you have to say and your contributions are useful in the sex trade…before warriors like Sailor Saturn comes from the darkness of the fog comes to challenge me in places that no one can hear the screaming  having your éclair eaten

When you have the devastating doctor informed you before heading back to your dorm room that you contracted AIDS, the fog of the darkness has you life in the fog

Picture This

Look at my picture as you burn in on the chimney fire

I was trying to show you that I’m not an ass trying to impress you

That would be difficult to do…picturing me life inside my window of an instant photo

You should have said no

But instead you told everybody what you did to me

Maybe, I should have taken a picture of you humiliating me…picturing me life inside my window of an instant photo

But why you went so far to burn my picture

Spitting at my face would’ve served you better

I was trying to be nice? …picturing me life inside my window of an instant photo

Looking forward as time went by, hopefully your marriage is going well, not saying you’ll burn down his family members pictures because the said something you didn’t want to hear, your husband will be looking at you and say, “ you’re crazy, girl”

As for me, I have to show my ugly face for the United Way photo shoot with our business rivals that you also humiliated years earlier

Celebrity

Should I hide or show how stupid I am like Prince Harry did some time ago for wearing a Nazi suit

How painful the choice we have to make to keep our lives private…as a celebrity, nothing is private like a private eye

Having my relationships on cover of US weekly and The National Enquirer like I was Tony Romo always with a starlet as a Dallas Cowboys quarterback and sharing photos with guys like T.O…oh no the celebrity life I’m in now saying as always my private is nothing like the private eye with Me Cam subscribers are eating popcorn in the late hours chomping down on a juicy news update like Oh 31

Stars, money, fame from magazines to TV talk shows around the glamour

Active like a space case when Courtney love flashed her cinnamon rolls in front of Letterman long before I was born, was shocked and  terrified…if this is the celebrity life, I don’t want it

Or being Brad Pitt only allowing the Japanese press to ask him questions referring to the divorce of Jennifer Aniston…If getting married to a celebrity in the business like Ursula Pearl did attract this much attention from her friends and enemies alive…I want that as a celebrity, nothing is private like a private eye

We’re not absolutely clear about how much being a celebrity is over our heads like a flying puck until you have paparazzi waiting on your every move and everything I say or don’t say will have you an instant celebrity even if I’m not ready to take the world shoulders with me as a celebrity, nothing is private like a private eye

I hope I’m not giving any weird people being fans of my star status, not having any thoughts about being a celebrity

I really don’t like this side of being a celebrity, don’t feel pity for me

Tire Shredding

A loud stupid song on the stereo has me shredding up my tires like the Fast and the Furious…as I shred my tires through the Los Angeles streets

No one knows I can use this car as a weapon like Laurence Phillips, driving drunk, or being on road rage in a NASCAR race alongside Dale Earnhardt, Sr and Jeff Gordon…as I shred my tires through the Los Angeles streets

I can’t resist the temptation when I’m on the wheel

As cocky I am thinking about how elevated my adrenaline is and can reach sky high levels…as I shred my tires through the Los Angeles streets

So if you’re the next person to compete with me, don’t pass me up

I’ll catch you until my tires burn down in smoke…as I shred my tires through the Los Angeles streets

The rush is never enough as I shred doughnuts in victory…hope the losers won’t try to fight my crew

Now time to play my getaway like Vin Diesel…before the red, white and blue men of the Southside tails shoot my tires out again…as I shred my tires through the Los Angeles streets

Johnson vs. Mourning

You and I were best of friends like Larry Johnson and Alonzo Mourning were when they played together in the beehive in Charlotte before V was born

You and I have differences where our lives were heading as graphic designers as Johnson and Mourning have differences how charlotte were going to win a championship

The chance never came as the hatred for those two started to simmer ugly anger like a pot of Chunky soup, so our friendship died just like there’s did

We fought for two goals…better job pay and win a championship

But we never chipped away our differences

One trash talked to the other and every time we see each other now, jealousy reigns it fist as our faces tightens along with our fist and our lungs and you want to hit me

Well, I welcome the challenge to hit you back

But I don’t want to get flipped over like Charlie Ward hitting a camera man as hell breaks loose between the Heat and the Knicks.

What would you do if you were in my situation?

Anger always wants to take shots at you

We’ll be fighting like old men

When did this feud between you and I ever started as we wear sweaters of shame on our sweaters as old men?

The End

Why is it so easy for kids to create a Meth lab?

They’re afraid of problems during adolescence, and sniff it like cocaine attached to a dirty filter

Feeling depressed seeing their world come to an end before they learn how to live into the Maslow’s laws…seeing the end

Why is it so easy for kids to stab one another? Except for children with bi-polar disorder, adolescence love to draw attention one day, then a person gets the attention and act withdrawn to be drowned in a black hole of depression…seeing the end

Before learning the end of life just met its commencement exercise

The end of acting like a child comes at thirteen…seeing the end

But these kids grow up too soon wearing short skirts, drooping pants with poop stains and showing far too much cleavage …seeing the end

What’s wrong with us as individuals growing up like this before the end comes down to us as it did for everybody else…seeing the end

What is the end, how do you know it has arrived

And you haven’t lived to the end

(So) Neither have I

The end always has a new beginning

Paper Chase

Cash disappearing in a flash like in a shopping bash…always chasing the love of money, cash and 9 figures…playing like a suicide squeeze to first base hope by chance by speed is like Roberto Alomar to beat the third basemen’s throw on me chasing the green papers

Damon Dash might as well tape my mouth shut with Mrs. Dash spices stuck between my lips to burn

No ash will be from my lips will fall like Blue Ash…always chasing the love of money, cash and 9 figures lusting for the dream of green…like playing for a  suicide squeeze to first base hope by chance by speed is like Roberto Alomar to beat the third basemen’s throw on me chasing the green papers

Because, I lashed out because the higher gas prices makes me want to smash and crash into the evaporating savings account…always chasing the love of money, cash and 9 figures

I’m not a can of hash being mauled like mashed potatoes and have the system knocking me down to the ground like Sam Gash used to…always chasing the love of money, cash and 9 figures

I can’t win the clash being a paper chaser when you’re being hunted…like playing a suicide squeeze to first base as the ball gets through the first basemen’s glove, but still chasing down the green papers trying to advance on to home base

I’m always chasing the paper, chasing Lima beans is much easier to buy hoping not be caught peaking the pitcher’s eyes and picked off trying to steal second base rhyming with the first basemen like Mace

Saturday School

Locked away…or close to be anyway because the sports report I did was good, the sporting gods of a school staff thought the article had someone else’s words

The staff thought I plagiarized the Fiesta Bowl of 2021 by going to the web and find information of the game...trying to book me like a half eaten cookie left rotting in a jar

The staff then had to go to the internet trying to match my stories with other writers word for word

I kept telling them the story I wrote was original, I had proof that I taped the game and took notes on ever play throughout the game…still trying to book me...trying to book me like a half eaten cookie left rotting in a jar

After further review the call for Saturday school was overturned...trying to book me like a half eaten cookie left rotting in a jar, why me

I proved my case after the head of the student staff threatened me to tell the truth

How cool that would’ve been if I was someone else who wrote the story

I wouldn’t worry about that the staff thought except what I thought...trying to book me like a half eaten cookie left rotting in a jar

I should have been a sports journalist instead of being a rapper in propaganda wishing the rap gods booked me

Wrong Metaphors

Courage is always overused in sports until the death of Pat Tillman

Vocabulary was already screwed up until proper text was needed after pat at the time was reportedly was killed by enemy fire in Afghanistan

But does anyone remember he made the choice to enlist in the military after the 911 tragedy at 2001

Do any of us remember football is a means of recreational opportunities but now means for living like Ricky Williams of the Dolphins leave for retirement and still lost pay when he returned to the NFL two years later forgetting the struggles of our soldiers dying while years earlier you have Eminem made his hit song Soldier in reference to the lifestyle that chose him and Kellen Winslow II thought he’s a true soldier after Miami was humiliated on National TV

Wrong men, you’re just a rapper and a football player, not a true soldier…why can’t we spit the two worlds

A war full of bloodshed as battles of courage, heart and power is met with adversity from the broadcasters like Chris Berman and Joe Buck makes me sick…why can’t we spit the two worlds

And watching CNN for another roadside bombing, now that are sports at itself avoiding defeat and death is something that everyone can’t avoid for long…why can’t we spit the two worlds

Before it happens to you

When you catch the wrong metaphors bite hard

When reality sets in seeing people dying protecting freedom everyday

I’ll still pray for the safe return home…why can’t we spit the two worlds

Sports and war only mix if you served and played in the field seeing friend and comrades die by gun shots and landmines, hoping for the real soldiers to come home

Taco Jargon

“Hello sir may I take your order”

I like to have a taco

“Would you like a Pickatcu toy?”

No, I would like a taco thinking to myself this is no banco

“I still can’t hear you sir

I want a taco not Rocko the Wallaby from Rocko’s Modern life was around as the Taco Bell Chihuahua

“What…you sound white and you look like you’re from this country”

Don’t give me lip service I wanted a taco

“You have to leave, we have a big line and we still can’t understand your accent”

Why can’t I order food like a normal person wondering what’s wrong with my voice as some of my people and other groups I’ve dealt with think I talk white or some other groups because I use proper English?

Who or what makes people think its okay to speak with broken down English sounds cool

But it makes us look stupid even in a taco restaurant maybe I should have spoken louder

Still doesn’t rid of the stigma of urban culture living

My voice is what it is no doubt about it

Most of my acquaintances can’t understand half of the words I’m saying

But still having premonitions of using sing language would be my only means to communicate

Not speaking at all

Buttercups

I really like your speed looking at your soft hands with your black hair  and slanted eyes of a competitive young prodigy playing a piano just as if you were slamming a tennis ball to the ground with your finger tips

From the racket to your competitors racket and made her miss match point is a strike of what key and note to play the perfect song in tour of your finger tips of the hinge reminds me of Jennifer Capriati and Serena Williams painting the sidelines in their primes

As I dreamed to be the tennis ball being hit by your racket, I look at the grace of your concentration peddling your legs chasing an attack and your finger tips fight back to getting championship point

And I want to be your friendly match from key to key

But I can tell you’re busy being a musician who plays in a hollowed room of solitude as athletes don’t have the time for socializing outside the locker room

I see peanut buttercups when I see the anxiety on your face

And wish I could kiss you, but even how long the 12 notes on the piano can only go as far as our finger tips

Buttercups sprout out like Buttercup flying fighting bad guys in the sky holding your hand while playing the piano in super speed like Keiko Matsui serving aces through every note, you can be the high c and I can be the middle c in your strings in the midnight crescent peanut buttercup of the moon wanting to love a peanut buttercup like you

Meeting each other on the black keys on a piano is like meeting each other in a tennis net how love can be achieved by people that are willing to support one another

Why do we have to hide the buttercups under cheesecloth that we like each other?

You and I don’t agree on how to show people we care about what others are serving up talking about us

Until I heard in a press conference you’re going to become a professional pianist like Keiko is like Maria Sharapova turning pro in a young age as the music world hopes you’re the prodigy

Slow down eating peanut buttercup, I can’t keep up with every chew of change choking on the chocolate layer to wonder when your finger tips on the piano will find me listening to you play the piano in the living room again like a tennis ball rotting in the mud

Buttercups sprout out like Buttercup flying fighting bad guys in the sky holding your hand while playing the piano in super speed like Keiko Matsui serving aces through every note, you can be the high c and I can be the middle c in your strings in the midnight crescent peanut buttercup of the moon wanting to love a peanut buttercup like you

I was prepared for the to the keys of commitment

But you wanted me to have my education and contact you overseas by email that looks like sheet music

But I’ll miss you until you return with your duffel bag and meet up with me when you have the chance

I’ll eat peanut butter cups when I think of you, seeing my peanut buttercup again playing the piano playing the piano in super speed like Keiko Matsui serving aces through every note, you can be the high c and I can be the middle c in your strings in the midnight crescent peanut buttercup of the moon holing it on my heart dreaming about your finger tips

Dunking Over Zero

Why…Why Did I lose my temper

And you hate me now…seeing nothing but a number 0 when you see my face

But did we have something developing for us like the sky needs clouds to keep the temperature tolerable rate

Doesn’t excuse the fact that I failed to be the boyfriend you wanted

But Anti-Semitism and jealousy helped me to look stupid to our friends and still haven’t learned to control myself……but you see nothing but a number 0 when you see my face

Seeing nothing but a number 0 when you see my face

That’s why I feel like I’m being dunked over zero when I see you cross the street

And wonder what would have been if you were my girlfriend

From blooming flowers to devastating lightning strikes a tree down

We were friends for a long time

Had the same feelings but dunking over zero hangs on me

By not acting rational, you expected me to be and you have the right to be angry

You always found the time to say “hi,” anytime

When and wherever you invited me to the movies with your friends and mine

Annoyed each other in our jobs…but you see nothing but a number 0 when you see my face

Knew each other’s tendencies for almost ten years

But countless of outburst were not meant to been seen, especially the one that ended everything for us

You wished I was mature enough to love you as you’ve loved me

But I’m still dunking over zero and sinking in the Atlantic Ocean and see the sadness in your face makes me sad and wonder what life would’ve been if you and I took the next step…but you see nothing but a number 0 when you see my face

We’re both disabled people and if I could turn time, I’ll never show my anger and show you how wrong I was every time I see you or see my friends that had developing relationships

If I was mentally fit, I would try to make you understand who I am

But I understand why you wouldn’t love to re-build a friendship that was almost more dunking over zero to say I still love you…but you see nothing but a number 0 when you see my face

I wanted to make things up to you and start being a man…I’m deeply sorry

Hopefully you enjoy your life without me as I hope to have the same.

I didn’t love you because what you were on the outside, I love you!

 For whom you were as a genuine, nice, and sincere about everyone’s feelings, especially mine…Maybe we’ll meet again someday in another life time

I know you remember the bad things I’ve done, but think about the happy times…but you see nothing but a number 0 when you see my face

But I’m still looking for responsibilities but you probably wouldn’t believe me

T rather have you dunk on me and make love to me as I show and tell you how much of a jerk I was to you…dunking over zero is not fun never seeing tour face again

Album 4

Decay Corruption

Why did I try to get involved with you?

You thought I was a fly looking for a home in your hair showing discuss when you see me

When you want me to help you do favors with the mischievous smile thinking I’m attracted to you…but the decay Cale gave you, caught you

But I was until I realized why you didn’t need me anymore after giving you answers on numerous test

You also told me you don’t date black guys

But when I was walking to my nieces, I saw you dating a crack-head that resembles one of my nephews…but the decay Cale gave you, corrupted you

He helps show your character in decay corruption

Smoking your life away and have a smile on your face thinking I like that

The only reason I talked to you now, because I was hoping to be intimately involved with your cousin

Not see wrinkles under your eyes from nicotine…but the decay Cale gave you, caught you

Looking at you years ago when you took advantage of me with your overbearing attitude it was attractive…but the decay Cale gave you, caught you

But looking at you the way you are now, no wonder why my sister and acquaintances told me to stay away from girls like you molding decay to an ideal woman…but the decay Cale gave you, caught you

But I’m not going to corrupt you how you want to waste your life

That’s sad to me having a nice life, and not wishing for better, not everything has a pleasant end…but the decay Cale gave you, caught you, sad

Cherry Blossom

On an anxious late winter day a red headed woman catches my eyes resembling Debra Messing with her brown eyes wearing glasses from the 1970’s

Her first words to me when I said “hi” as the bus was going to pass her up running with her tiny self with mound of books in her bags

She almost hit herself on the sidewalk wit those bags and with nano seconds to spare, she made it in

I was willing to help her with the bags and she said, “Shut Up,” like I ruined her day

I thought I was mad then the bus passes me up looking at her, T was upset for a while

But she was becoming the second red head I became infatuated with reminds of Cherry Blossoms flying down softly in the wind

Few weeks later on the same bus ride, she came on with a better attitude and sat at the mid-section and I’d introduced myself as she was reading a novel

She thought it was weird when I told her I read Harry Potter

But she read all Harry Potter books as our friendship struck gold to a short lived relationship with my Cherry Blossom tree as my heart starting to heat up

We hugged, kisses, and did everything together and she told me about the experiences as a girl scout as that experience made her a shy child. She was a wild thing before learning the tricks of the trade

But the good times came to an end age and race issues didn’t matter to my cherry blossom

But her father warned me about her age and mine as the relationship slowly broke up like a burned marshmallow

But one year later I was introduced to her again, but this time working as a mentor for the Challenge Camp for the Boy Scouts

As hopes of loving a cherry blossom like her wouldn’t be too far away

My Stoop

Police rolling down the street

Pulling no parking signs of the sidewalks saw by saw

Telling my neighbors they have five days to vacate our property

The property was going to be used to gouge us with a big mall…no one stoop around my stoop

As I sit on the stoop of my porch for the last tie

I sat shock, hopeless and helpless as I watch some of my neighbors already packed up their property and left their houses for sale…no one stoop around my stoop

It felt like when the Montreal Expos were forced to move to low attendance

As some neighbors were still willing to fight the demolition of the homes they have held dear from generations to generations…no one stoops around my stoop

You can crush my heart, but you can’t crush my home I thought to myself as the bulldozer roars were ever closer…no one stoops around my stoop

Nobody comes and touches my stoop…today

Nobody comes and touches my stoop…tomorrow

Nobody comes and touches my stoop…or the next day

Nobody comes and touches my stoop

Unfortunately, I can’t stay for long because I definitely going have to find somewhere to go, maybe things will be looking up in the next apartment…my stoop is gone by a bulldozer

H2o

Water…water

What do I do to stop the dehydration?

My body is made with 71% of h2o

But it is not enough to survive the sweating pores in this desert…is this thirst of water has me dying in a mirage

It is so hard to keep my eyes open in this skin crippling heat…is this thirst of water has me dying in a mirage

Water…water

Where is a cactus when I need one?

So the desert won’t melt me down like garlic does to a vampire and a camel will find me sand blasted. …is this thirst of water has me dying in a mirage

How can I get any water in this dry hollow land thinking about myself as millions are dying in the hands of thirst in Dartfur…?

Water…water

I should be ashamed of myself and the government that allows the genocide to continue over there…is this thirst of water has me dying in a mirage

I hope some crisp water from Aqua Maria can save me how…I’m baking like a toast in this mirage

G.E.M

Tied up in the hip hop mess as the Flake Flam Famine once again

To the point Tupac’s ghost is knocking on my door

Every time his mix tapes are released long before he was shot for the buzzards in Sin City

The rumors of attacks on me have me gripped with fear to being the greatest since Notorious B.I.G and fans won’t see my potential

Dying too young

Too soon just like Indians in Sooner country

The greed leads me to dwell in envy without money from my record sales

Greed, Envy, Money has me lonely

Greed, Envy, Money has me on a kayak rowing on a levee of no return

Greed, Envy, Money on a reed of a beaten up tuba in a can of dead tuna

Greed, Envy, Money has me Looney and smock as Shirley the Loon pushing goons like Plucky away losing his luck every time

Greed has me creeping up on the bad end of the ladder of becoming a bad seed full of bad feeding waiting to be freed as envy has me falling for the levy and no one can see the trouble

It’s like watching Jake Peavy throwing a slider those changes to a curve ball as Shawn green Strikes out falling from his knees

How long can this dream lives before it ends with doctors coming to the bend find my body dead several miles from my house

I blame the money that lead to my demise as envy is not the best Friend in the world to admire as greed had me stuck in this business too long, feeling like a donkey

Misfit or Else

Remember Heavy D’s song “Now that we found love, what we are going to do with it?”

I’m in another peculiar situation once again…being a misfit in Red River Gorge

I hang on to women for company is like looking for an alibi saying to me I’m attracted to this man

Now I finally found the athletic dream girl of my life, she love me unconditionally trying to support me as much as I try to do the same for her…the fit is just too good to be true having a wedding ring on my finger like a Super Bowl Ring

But how soon can I finally found love, I want to talk bad about myself and run away like Jennifer Wilbanks…being a misfit in Red River Gorge

Not only I’m going to lie about the kidnapping at New Mexico, I scream rape and robbery heading to Las Vegas and spend all my earnings…the fit is just too good to be true having a wedding ring on my finger like a Super Bowl Ring

The police will have an easy time finding as my fiancé slapped me across my face after I said, I don’t have a gambling problem!”

I’m just hiding the fact that I have cold feet prior to wedding day, all I can do is wrap up the glossy black bow-tie like Tim Tebow did as a college star and getting ready for the next life as a married man I hope to be someday, but the only bow I feel in my throat is nervousness as the wedding pictures of my parents are old news as they each told me like telephones being flown around by boomerangs worth of separate calls announcing their divorcing

But how soon can I finally found love, with the separating of my parents looking like Kim Basinger and Alec Baldwin, bitterness will swell within every turnstile of he said, she says

Beep

Hello…there

Beep, beep…there’s no beeping on the pager have better turn them off or something beeping will be beeping your phone as it rings and good bye beeping technology…we hardly knew you, “but I have to take this call.” Are you beeping me, turn it off we’re watching the show and everyone else turned off their beeping phones,

Why don’t you have the courtesy and stop it before someone comes with ushers and kick you out of the theatre with your beeping phone

As somebody else is going to deliver explicative stuff at you and right then I have to move two seats down so I won’t be seen next to you

I wouldn’t be affiliated with that rude person with the beeping phone and here comes security as everyone in the theater pointed you out but not before throwing you out

Unfortunately for us the show was horrible, maybe there should have beeping noise throughout the show after all

I need to make a phone call brother

Why do you still love to talk on the phone?

The longer you keep talking, you’re going to ring up my mother’s phone bill and don’t get me started on your cousins

They give you phone numbers to keep you up on feuds in the family starting to heat up

As the others pretend to help you in your job crisis, but still can’t clean their mess up like Trent what’s his name when he said he was just as good as the Beatles

Like you can’t say no every chance the phone rings, I have an important phone call

But you dropped the important phone call and now the chance to get the job faded with every five minutes with the phone ringing none stop…beep

Lured Again

The jury is out feeling jarred around the heart like a pickle feeling in love again

This is not a campaign deal drinking my champagne feeling like I’ve gained weight, yet again

Feeling the pain as rain falls from the sky and gives me a tear on my lower right eye

No lying, when I see her, It’s like seeing her every day for the first time everyday…just like the smell of white cheddar macaroni and cheese, I’m lured again

For the first time, I feel lured into love like a soaring dove

Once again, feelings of being a real man who has a plan

I’m buried in the sand of knowing when to ask question of how much love I gained from her and how much she has from me…just like the smell of white cheddar macaroni and cheese, I’m lured again

Being lured again has me drained off my feelings of healing in my conflict dealing with love and learning how to keep it

But not too deep to take the next leap forward on a jeep waiting to see where she takes me tonight

I can’t wait to see her as the margin between lips closes down like a headband being thrown in the stands like Rasheed Wallace and Katie Douglas…just like the smell of white cheddar macaroni and cheese, I’m lured again

Severe Weather

What do you get when you have a warm air mass and dew points as low pressure sets in like a hangover or a migraine?

You have warm air and cold air mass of clouds fighting for the right to be heated from the ground and electrons and neutrons make out like Thomas Edison with the kite and the key…lightning

Heavy rain follows the clouds like Chicago Cubs fans in road ballparks

Wind and hail begin the turbulence of severe weather

Alarms and controversy of having more money to supply for the people that suffered from two tsunamis came to grip the Pacific Ocean and the Indian Ocean as thousands of people are still missing today

Thinking they’re in high of sight, but not out of mind

As we’re not helping to build a warning system congested with satellites years earlier as the unions budget is now in a trillion dollar deficit

Media profile the darker people predicting looting after an earthquake seeing hopelessness and poverty as an excuse to act poorly in a pressure cooker of a situation at the Caribbean Sea…but never did in the severe weather for weeks

Media left the lighter people predicting hospitality and patience waiting for supplies to keep the government at bay of the earthquake at the Atlantic Ocean…they looted and became aggressive and violent within days of the severe weather

What is left to provide for people like me?

I don’t need your money; your apology to us is loud and clear…nobody want to help the darker impoverished people and just help the lighter people to make people of the skin shade feel wanted and desirable

Umbrella

The quiet mist of rain dropping on to the leaves

On the sidewalk cooling down the steamy humidity creating steam

Seeing drivers slip and slide on the road as sprinkles land on my glass as I pull out the umbrella as a beautiful woman jogging across the street from me reminded me of holding my umbrella for you

Seeing you wet with your beautiful long hair

As wet as grass with your glistening eyes

You dimples and your faces started to glow looking at you

After you asked me can I get under your umbrella?

I said yes…where are we going?

Up to the campus you told me

It was interesting to see how beautiful walking in the rain could be

Especially with you…seeing so many people were in conversation

This felt like I was walking on a storm cloud

I took a good look at you, and it seemed that you felt the same way

Until it hit me like a golf ball, your destination at the campus was in front of us

You were elated to get out of the rain that day

I hurried to ask “what’s your name?”

You said Danielle Chu, as I’d introduced myself to you

Then I noticed the FC Dallas logo and a US soccer logo on your shirt and your bag

When I’ve asked do you like soccer?

You said yes ecstatically…as I paused like Diana Taurasi complaining on every foul call with my mouth open wide

You were invited to play soccer, telling at the time you thought you weren’t very good

You were wrong about that as I shocked you by telling you I watch DC United play regularly

You do?!

You and I exchanged phone numbers like we were going to call or blog each other’s every move per minute

That’s why walking around in the rain will always remind me of walking, traveling, and the love I have for you

Why Can’t I cry?

Drips of tears

I don’t intend to hide, wondering where in heaven my grandmother is

But hiding the tears, but not the emotions…I cannot cry, she would want me to be strong as the Berlin wall

When a loved one passes on, but never knowing

Why everyone release the tears as most of us did when my grandmother died

I can feel the sadness and despair around all my family members…I cannot cry, she would want me to be strong as the Berlin wall

I stood in stoic silence with my lips pocked out with simmering stews of emotions and flashbacks

But it was hard to keep my focus on her and what she did for us, not how she did and why I’m like the Berlin Wall, I cannot cry

I remember in a sleep over I had with her, she let me cook some banana pudding

That didn’t turn out too well, but then she taught me how to play spades and always have some Cincinnati Reds reference when she made moves to beat me or talk about life in its genuine form

I still go to the gravesite when her birthday arrives…I cannot cry, she would want me to be strong as the Berlin wall

How her soul would be looking down on me and all the self-inflicted mistakes that haunt me from the present to the end of time…I cannot cry

I deeply miss her…I wished that I cried

Placism

Look at this…I’ll pick one person out (too) big,

Placism by other people makes you want to think I’ll pick one person out (too) small,

Placism by other people makes you want to think I’ll pick one person (too) light for blacks who say she’s so close, she’s white

Placism by other people makes you want to think I’ll pick one person too blonde the media will drool for stupid jokes

Placism by other people makes you want to think I’ll pick one person out (too) too slender

Placism by other people makes you want to think I’ll pick one person out (too) much hair

Placism by other people makes you want to think I’ll pick one person out without hair

Placism by other people makes you want to think I’ll pick one person out (too) much make-up

Placism by other people makes you want to think how is too much (too) little?

Placism by other people makes you want to think how is too much (too) tall?

Placism by other people makes you want to think I’ll pick one person out (too) much arguing I can stand

Placism by other people makes you want to think why these people don’t look like and act like models

Placism by other people makes you want to think this isn’t a model this is a job rehearsal

Placism by other people makes you want to think why do these people think as a blandness crowd like Robert Jorge?

Placism by other people makes you want to think “You’re out” but I gave you what I know…you’re still too tall to be the next model

I’m sick off some people look at me and place me in a labeled place in society, how come so many other people like me like the Placism in our social construction is just a fancy way of saying racism, ageism and other words that rhymes with illusionism

Old Enemy

Just strolling through town, a demon from my past haunts me once again

The enemy looks at my forehead and Asked where I’ve been like return to sender

I been gone to New York near Brooklyn to take care of finances

Then went down to Washington, D.C. to look at the Holocaust museum and looked at the M.L.K. memorial and looped around Pittsburgh to get blitzed by the Steelers and crawled my way home

“I thought you sold out?” with the face of yours looking like I’ve been brainwashed by everyone in the world holding a pot of gold except for you

Oh please, how did you get an idea like that?

“You know how stuff gets spread like a bun and you find a small amount of hair”

Is it me, or he would be the only one who will be honest with me

I wonder if my true friends would tell me the truth that’s needed to be said, not the truth I want to hear

At least no one saw me bleached outside of my skin, as the FBI has a probe on you for grand larceny and laundering…always accusing me of being the mint toothpaste to wipe away the thoughts of all the lies you tell and everyone is eating the same old things that were said about me and you want to be a friend than an enemy, I’m not gum you can lie on the sidewalk and pick it up trying to be friends with me, I forgotten about you, forget about me

Let me enjoy my trip in D.C., please

Album 5

Secrecy and shame the game you have

Game…what game, a game of dirty secrets and white lies on Me Cam, yes

Rappers lost their edge to keep me on my seat

Blowing up my stereo on vine

No wine to pour on my trip at home…having no shame swear after spitting at the camera lens

Hip-hop contenders are falling like twigs

Rappers I know saying they can’t sing what they want to

As all rappers like us are just singings about the same thing every year…lusting for all the suckers to buy the same old crap but is expressed differently like in a graphic design department of P.G.

Is this what we’ve become…evil manipulators stealing hard earn dollars

I thought the Mickey Mouse and Oswald the lucky rabbit copy-cat contest was bad

Showing and presenting the secrecy and the shame we have is no substitute and substance for using the same beats emulating rappers that are in front of us now, not the rappers of our past…would beat us down in 8 mile with all the garbage we call music today

What’s a rapper like me, the Flake Flam Famine left to do?

Drinking 40 ounce beers, smoking weed with our tongues hanging out like Michael Jordan just makes rappers like me look dirty

To not only blacks now living in middle class why are we disgracing stars like Smokey, Steven, Marvin, Prince, even Bobby before his career sailed off the ocean

Maybe the fabrications of the black man living this life has deteriorated our thoughts

Showing the secrecy and shame we have for ourselves when the spotlight shines on us not for another 15 minutes having these rappers mock our names...shame is recording our tongues of secret spit flipping middle fingers

Cold Shoulders

A man like me can be a lump of coal with a bad nasty attitude and not release it at times when my friends or girlfriends are around

Into my own world and freeze up like Flavor-Ice in a daze

This is what happens when someone tries to talk to the man who has cold shoulders

I’m trying to shake off the cold shoulder blues and try hard not to be myself

I just wonder somewhere out of my mind out of things where my friends will meet up

I have to put the pressure on myself looking at guys that have a lot more to offer to my girlfriend

The cold shoulders are weighing down my judgment like Carlos Beltran taking the last strike in the 2006 NLCS

I worry too much

Though having cold shoulders can be a blessing…if I were thawed from the cold when I said that, I would be lying to myself

My friends try to keep me in the loop of gossip no matter what I do

I won’t put my friends and my girlfriend in the freezer because I don’t have the cold shoulder anymore

The Harvest of the Future

In an early age, crimes begin

In as the children receive unwanted attention, saying things like this “oh, he’s a good kid, he wouldn’t hurt anybody”

Does it occur to some of us that this is becoming very similar behavior we hear and say all the time?

Curiosity just doesn’t run through us until we see later how bad things look through the children’s eyes

To explain certain consequences for their actions of the crime

How would we react if we were parents that think this is wrong?

To something and have no regret as the children can be abused for small petty things

And what do you have…the harvest for the future

If the environment in the neighborhood tells the children to pull up a gun and kill at will because you lost in a taunting fight and become overwhelmed and hold back your rage

Does that give them the right to kill the person or yourself…no!!

Dying should come when your ninety if you can help it, not dying at age 17 for the hope to live for the future

Children don’t pull the guns or knives; you’re denying memories that people had for them

The teenagers are crying for our love, food, money, and a better place to call home for the future

Let’s help the children fight with fist and legs if needed and live for another day in this turbulent world we live in and rebuild hopes and dreams for the future for a better harvest when the future we are leaving behind as human beings

Roll Polly

What’s up…what’s up all you men trying to date out here

Hello…why do you men always get love sick for a twelve year old girl on the internet?

How do you men get access to sell of your private parts for porn and no blocks on the dell to stop you?

Man, did you men here about this trucker guy from Indiana

He had a mutual friendship with a family down in Kentucky and kept some of his eyes on a girl who was about six feet, chubby and she’s twelve

Who not only weights like a seventeen year old at 195lbs. and looks like a mature seventeen with a beauty no one can teach

He took her beauty for an excuse to do the “humpty dumpy” hump like you’re a lion stocking for prey trying to pull a Wilmer Valderamma on the girl

She’s a third of his age as he was a pig at thirty years old

The girls name was Polly

I wonder to myself telling you guys this you’re probably thinking how did this happen

He was stocking around her school and went up to the principal’s office acting like her dad, dragged her out and gave her the plans to run into his place at a hotel

She sat on the passenger side as he starred at her brown hair that’s down to her collarbone

Looking from the corner of his eyes he wants to blush seeing her breasts nipples pierces through her shirt.

She looked at him wondering what he was going to do to her.

He groped her in a family function not too long ago and didn’t tell anybody as he dreamed of putting his penis at Polly’s vagina

She was thinking about the great sex she would have with you, unattached her bra through her shirt like she was twenty two years old stripping in a poker game

He thought long and hard, but instead of driving off without her in that expensive SUV

Stopped at the rest stop as she waited for your move

But how can a twelve year old like I.Carly felt so passionate for a really older man

As the truck crept out of Louisville…the Amber alert as posted

Frantically, the pedophile didn’t think about that

Child molesting love sick fool

If it was my daughter I’d cut your wiener off years ago like the woman did to her husband in 1993

You men make young girls, especially blacks, Jewish and Asian girls look mature or easy for you at their age and have another “Brenda got a Baby,” situation

This starts in beauty contest in early age with make-up, revealing cleavage and short skirts urges you pigs on to take advantage sexually

Especially after they have bigger hips, butts, and cheeks as Polly had a mature vagina and firm breasts

Thankfully the twelve year old he was trying to make love to was found safely by her parents with the police in hand as Polly was giving up herself naked

You men can love a girl in any age

But how old are you and the girl has to be older than sixteen speaking of which, your lives are screwed up now…isn’t it?

The Prophecy

Want to suck away my energy, go ahead, we’re not going to fall into the trap with our team, but we did like the movie “Glitter.”

Being greedy, and needy as fate has you living beyond the means trampled by Natrone Means

Stop talking like you’re going to flatten us down on Reedy Street like a giant, couldn’t avoid the trap

Your hatred of the world on this won’t kill me or the rest of us…still couldn’t avoid the trap

More than not you’ll get what you’re asking for hoping the prophecy of contempt have not zoned us out yet

You won’t like the results of your plague of evil

I’ll eat vanilla pudding and ignore it all as the prophecy is so as a player, not a warrior of justice

Winning 15 games in a row 4 times this season, to tie an NBA record still could not avoid the trap

Winning 36 games at home just falling short of the Boston Celtics 40 wins at home in 1986 as they won championship 16, still could not avoid the trap of expectations

Winning 31 games away from home slaying gladiators in Roman coliseums and still could not avoid the trap as Timothy Ramon, the Jim Rome of his day predicted our demise landing in the trap of expectations

Having two MVP candidates on the offense and defense like Static Shock and Gear locking us in the mode to push through the evils that tries to warp our minds of lies, “you can’t beat them, you can’t get along, you can’t win without fighting amongst yourselves” our minds from our mission, still could not avoid the trap

There’s no one to stop you except yourself…determine the choices you take in the battle of wills

Looking like Talpa’s minions crushing us like papayas…only Godzilla can take us on as the regular season ended by clinching the division title 2 months earlier than expected had us coasting on a surf board on the lightest waves imaginable

Winning games like the 1996 Chicago Bulls closing on 70, still could not avoid the trap finishing soft as play-doh just like the 2007 Dallas Mavericks getting snapped on a mouse trap, having the chance to squash the evil minions like the Golden State Warriors did all of those years ago ,

Our record said we are the best in the league, but couldn’t beat the clippers three times in the season and then to the horror of clinching the last playoff spot as we could not avoid the trap of expectations

Our leader scored like Dirk Nowitski, but always ran from contact and the rest of us are too young to understand how good we can be getting blasted by 25 in Game 6 in the first round to the losing minions of the Clippers falling into the trap of expectations

The Ronin Warriors never had to fight this hard to fight the dynasty, we have to rebuild as the prophecy of finishing too early has doomed ourselves once again

History we have will always have a mouse trap in the record books as the prophecy of being a champion is left unfulfilled

Paying my Debt

My debt is as bad as Launch pad

Flying is as bad as Launchpad McQuack beak

How sad to see the bills pile up like so many hanging chads in 2000 in Florida

It’s now harder to clear my debt due to the new bankruptcy laws that would make my consultants mad at me because I fled to Sacramento like an armadillo looking for shelter from the blaze of debt

I’ll be glad to do as much I can to limit most of my credit problem like Drew Brees being left hung to dry tearing his labrum…I feel like this every day with every increase late payment

Bress is breezing as a super bowl champion quarterback…Hoping I win the Ohio lottery

My credit is getting worst by the hour as the new credit ruled are in place as my card fell like a full stomach loaded on soda has inflation has me working to earn more money…but by the time I make up the money my will would have been written and still being taxed after the worms six feet come to eat my skin

Paying my debt will only become easier if I stopped using plastic for credit…but the government wants us to spend more cash than we have but not making real industry here

Having a nemesis pay for my debt and everyone else’s debt is the new way to go…buy and don’t save a dime that used to be enough of a White Castle burger.

I feel like this every day with every increase late payment

Bress is breezing as a super bowl champion quarterback…Hoping I win the Ohio lottery is like getting hands dirty trying to make pottery art with sweltering hands of a dreamer

Eyes of Wonder

“Are you blind to the world?”

What do you mean about being blind?

Seeing the world differently as a black man

Not in this case…how do I see the world as an autistic man

Yes he does…I see confusion and some of the easiest things aren’t understood sometimes

But that question is harsh to ask a person assuming there’s nothing wrong with views that others see with their own eyes

I have a friend named Alfredo who as pregnant girlfriend who is blind herself can’t tell the courts how she sees the world without Braille…telling him your nothing special, tell that to those two

Falling in love with an autistic man and were prepared to have a family and take care of the baby girl that they’re welcoming to the world

“Don’t try to take her away,” so the state can hold her, she won’t have the proper chance to meet her parents with these new laws that were passed by Congress…will crush our hearts on the courts

They planned to fall in love and make love and see how long the relationship would last…wishing them well

Now I’m not too sure…they’re unexpectedly they’re going to be parents

The Government is just breaking our hearts

Is it wrong to fall in love as an autistic man?

Is it wrong for a blind woman to fall in love with him?

I hope not…I won’t accept the truth of society’s ills for Alfredo and his wife

Transition

Sorry, kid it’s time to grow up

Time to shape up son…From the horrid ride of ripped banana now

Time to stop complaining and shape up son…too many acquaintances are lost in your dribbleing of the clock before you get to mid-court full of excuses, for not executing your duties as a human being has you lost in transition of a Piccaso painting of change and grow up to lend a helping hand of change like Picalo

Time to stop complaining and shape up son

Stop acting like SpongeBob Square Pants, love to laugh at him but it’s time to grow up being almost forty years old and having bunch of kids… time to shape up son

You’re the definition of being the scrub TLC is talking about

It’s time to grow up and become a man Time to shape up son

You’re contributing to stereotypes that men love to be “sperm donor,” relishing on dating sights like your sixteen on My Space, stop infecting yourself lice full of lies…time to shape up son

Sorry kid, it’s time to make a transition, be a man to your children, get a job, stop living around everyone else and having good friends with quality job and education…time to shape up son

Making the transition to fatherhood and being a man…it’s time to grow up, time to shape up son!!

My Executive Decision

Look at the executive wearing his sharp suit like he’s LeBron James

His demeanor is mild like rice, needs so seasoning

Look at the female business person dressed with sophistication like Swin Cash

She’s wild like hot like cheddar cheese shredded with hot sauce ticking it

Looking mad at a fellow employee screaming obstinacies after a contract fell to pieces like the Phil Nevin deal for Ken Griffey, Jr to give the owners the cut to pay the big league salaries

I wonder what words to the agreement made her explode

As the rest of the block of us are mild as a dill pickle

Standing still as she looks liked she had bad intentions from the start

Meanwhile, the already coming down with the cold

Probably for us, we might have to follow him to Walgreen’s and by Nyquil

Trading for a young wide receiver for less cash to pay for the over 33 and over crowd

Signing players who are no older than Miley Cyrus or Freddy Adu overseas as the high school age players will have to be seasoned like rice to wait for the chance to live the dream to wear the suit that I have on making all the decisions upstairs as the boss

Hopefully he won’t have to hear from about the deadline from home as some 30 something people here are just waiting for me to slip this gig up

He would be fired by then like she did without the quarantine sign, now see why 30 year olds are always steamed like rice when kids like me step over them and take the money like robin hood, stealing the youth with our arrows as the real bosses upstairs could make the decision to give one of us the pink slip

Like an upstart athlete on an upstart franchise, all of us are expendable, you wonder why Prince really don’t want listeners under 35 to listen to his records, he’s right about that, but I’m still sharply dressed

Candy Eyes

Looking for the right girl for me

I thought I found her in an office filing papers

A nice woman about two years older than me with dark brown and a fabulous smile like Ashley Judd

A sapphire nose ring and surprisingly on that day, she was respectful and wanted to help others with her blue M&M candy eyes

But there was patterns starting to form try to make it to the office to talk to her

But every time I see her I stale like she’s Sue Bird waiting to start a conversation

But looking at her candy eyes makes me nervous thinking of erotic sexual activities as my heart was beating like a drum that found love

Until a chorus started to beat as the tension started to fade

It’s just like candy, wanting to your beautiful self in my mouth

But the next thing is to show you how much I’m fond of you like candy

I’m a very shy person…your shy too in a certain extent

Her father is a pastor so is my sister’s father

She already told me you don’t have time for love

I understand that, but looking at her I couldn’t resist those candy eyes she has

Wondering what I’m doing asking you about your personal business?

You started remembering me after being away for a while trying to be nosey and see her

It’s very hard to have a conversation with a woman you like and she notices the change in my speech

When I see her Ashley Judd like face doesn’t help too much as I feel like I have to be close to open to impressing her

If I haven’t done it so far, I might not be able to date her, but maybe an opportunity to party with your friends and meet a girl that reminds me of her candy eyes

But she was still the candy eyes I desire to love

But I dare to tell you how much I admire and feel about her

Your candy eyes and hoping there is a chocolate dream on my tongue

I’ll have my day in the candy shop of love

It’s just like candy, wanting to your beautiful self in my mouth

But the next thing is to show you how much I’m fond of you like candy

It’s just like candy, wanting to your beautiful self in my mouth

But the next thing is to show you how much I’m fond of you like candy

I’ll do everything to win her heart

Maybe some M&M’s would be good for starters

Milk and Cookies

I just saw a girl with pacific blue dyed hair resembling Kelly Osborne

Watching her passing through seeing her going through CCM reminded me of the biggest crushes I had in rock-n-roll…two Canadians and one punk rapper and a trio of grunge knock-off club beaters to the hard metal wishing I had a rocker girl to rock my world

Amplifying my love for rock an women that rock the cords and head banging base

Showing that women are not all milk and cookies like most men think most of these ladies are

They’ll shut guys up loud

The tattoos, dyed hair, extensions, drooping pants

Lavish personalities especially with black hair makes me lunge myself to the mash pit to get closer to her

Milk and Cookies are as sweet as sugar

But punk woman are sour as lemons

Maybe if I was a stud rocker being covered with brown sugar, I’ll pour honey for a lucky rocker girl without calling her a bitch, slut, ho, whore,

I don’t care about ethnicity so I won’t say cracker, oriental, kike or anything else

I want to do is treat her the way she’s treated and make some lovely music together

By writing songs amplifying ourselves to new heights makes Milk and Cookies don’t seem bad as long we get similar guitars, tattoos and love her grudgingly

Let’s rock to something special tonight

 Strawberry Shortcake

The first time I’ve eaten a strawberry shortcake ice cream

It was cold happy bliss until a red headed girl looking like Lauren Preplan two years older than I had interest in teaching me how to be just be myself and stop closing in all the time

She sometimes looked at me with a curious smile with her freckled cheeks, green eyes like an emerald wondered why I just look at her instead of a conversation she’s seeking from me

She wanted me to be her strawberry shortcake

Strawberry Shortcake kept pursuing me telling me about her family history and events like I wasn’t a big deal losing her mother due to cancer

But I was still confident and suddenly seeing she made my heart flutter faster and faster

And as I approached her, I told her three lovely weird words in the same sentence…I like you

But she wasn’t very surprised but was the opportunity she seeks from me

It was strawberry shortcake was impressed, but wanted me to be like a flower spurring to become more social

One incident in school lead to another and poor grades lead the strawberry shortcake would drop out of school

Most of her friends she knew would tell me where she would be, one guy who was her best friend give me her number

But I was so anxious I let the time she would express what happened to her go to waste and I wouldn’t see my strawberry shortcake again

After all that, I still haven’t learned my lesson she tried to teach me in dealing with older girls I like and guys that will be envious of me being with an older girl…too bad

I didn’t receive her education, as she didn’t receive hers…my strawberry shortcake

I wonder if she thinks about me as I have some flashbacks of her and me.

The Fly Swatter

Look…looks whose coming to play or I shall shut you up

You don’t want my fist shattering your mouth to shut you up

Shut up…Shut up!!

The buzzing sound is getting on my nerves

Here I come for you…ha, ha, ha, ha!!!

I asked what she is starring at.

Looking at you, you ugly thing with wings referring to my ears

What do you think you’re doing?

As she wondered why would I stare lovingly at her hazel eyes?

She looked like Coco miller, but built curvy with glass had some nerve to squeeze my cheeks

She loves to hate me as she blushes lovingly at me; I can sense she loved me annoying her all the time

But I still wondered why her first words to me weren’t pleasant?

Flying with little notice, I sent a letter and dropped it in the cookie jar showing her my hospitality

She was buzzing all over me as she asked, “Are you 27?”

No, but I’m 22

“Oh, your ugly, but I sort of like you,” she took pity on me secretly and told the other flies

I felt like being eaten by a toad in the middle as it seemed that love come in long last

During the ordeal, she said shut up with her glowing bright lights of her face with her spineless cheer as I watched her athletic breasts were bounce when she was on the teeter-totter.

As I couldn’t take my eyes of her as her glasses fell off her face

Temptation rowed up to the beach as the other flies watching my every move

How could I fall in love with her as she begin to smile once more with her gorgeous slanted eyes as she told me, “don’t take me calling you ugly seriously. I like you, but I’m not sure I love you or hate you?”

The end was apparently coming, she felt so many emotions for me was as worst as Jay Leno’s stand up with Arsenio Hall stuck in fly paper of love that change to misery one day later

All the sudden new feelings for me had changed from hate, weird, love changed to vengeance overnight

Oh girl, of all the worst days to talk to her, I gently touched her thighs I thought this was the time to make my buzz bigger than my bite

She almost punched me in the face, but still manage to say “you ugly freak, and you’re not worth having organs!”

As I felt her fly swatter of those words she said smacked me in the face

I hid behind a trash can of misery kept trying to win back her heart was slashed by not what I should have acted that way

But if she was a nice decent caring, loving person instead of being abusive with her beautiful  curvy f beauty entering the hallow darkness and my heart wouldn’t have been smashed by her fly swatter and the fly swatter as big as a bottle of shampoo is waiting to smash me to bug heaven, I shouldn’t have tried to lay my heart to you.

The Tunnel

Friends forever…forever seem to be yesterday

What light I’ll see how long I want to hear your cheerful joyful person as you were inside the tunnel

Clock has been ticking for years now

As you talk to me in the café remembering the good times and bad times

As if being involved in a long friendship wasn’t enough in the tunnel

Is a place I find peace with my friends including speeding time with you

Is a place I find peace with my friends including speeding time with you

Introducing myself to the class stated with laughter from wall to wall with evil grins

Even you wanted to be my friend, so much so you annoyed me to no end and you picked on me so much…we had a big ugly fight

You still wanted to be baseball buddies in the tunnel

Is a place I find peace with my friends including speeding time with you

Is a place I find peace with my friends including speeding time with you

Looking back, I should have tried harder and treated you better like best friends should

Not a creep and should have been open to you about what you and I can do in the tunnel

We had our fights and couldn’t stop talking to each other calling each other about Outkast.

I didn’t take advantage of what you were trying to give me…a true friend

Album 6

Follow the Leader

Follow the leader

Follow the receiver on the lever like Tom Seaver’s sinker, don’t follow my shadow for long or your shadow will evaporate into me

Like you don’t want to be your own leader by following yourself

Don’t sell yourself short or you’ll be left on a shelve of stubbornness and hopelessness

Don’t catch up on to the nest of your chest seeing front-runners

Follow the leader…yourself

Follow the superhero, not the zero that wants to be a villain

Stealing cereal in aisle seven in a seven eleven

Following a freelancer will have you soliciting your way to jail

Feeling like a snail in the ugly cell biting your nails trying to hold your composure to no veal

Lost railings on a sail couldn’t help you now

Don’t follow a leader like that swinging at any pitch and the bat flies of his hands to the stands

Follow the leader…yourself

Follow the leader and don’t envy other

Or the followers will leave you on the levee, believe me…Peace!

I can’t tell

What do you want from me?

I’ve already apologized to you for my image

I can’t even be the man in the mirror…I can’t tell you how this feels

It’s not like I’m a witness to a crime and refused to tell the police

My black peers label me as a misguided soul heading toward the wrong path

I’ve reached out to the community but I’m still getting disrespected like Rod Brind’Amor!

I tried to change my evil ways…I can’t tell you how it feels

I can’t tell you what I’ve been trying to do win my fans back

Instead the fans buy my records to burn them down boycotting me from a far smoky smell fumes the streets like a bonfire…I can’t tell you how it feels

What do you want from me?

Tell me

Tell me what you want from me

My apologies weren’t good enough

Every race of people hates me more now

Every time I tried to get back on my feet, but the beats of doubts and uncertainty comes into play when you’re in the public eye…I can’t tell you how it feels

I can’t tell you why I had myself in trouble

But now, I have the feeling that more people still point the finger at me

Because, I’m still in the rap game of bad feelings and grudges from fans…I can’t tell you how it feels

I’ve already paid the price for my actions

What do you want from me?

Militarizing the Nation

Bush…where is he now?

Can you see your manipulated ways of the American streets?

Looking at the hummer commercials remind me how far the administration has fallen

I bet bush haven’t seen those, if he has, why are the civilians like me can be a soldier by wearing pants from designer stores without saying “bomb” on the phone…we are militarizing the nation

As the FBI can arrest me after hours of saying on me through the phone lines and the internet

Have we forgotten the ban on the fire arms unless the person is a soldier by Amendment2?

People aren’t taking this to heart as times are now becoming more fearful; as some kill others without a license for the AK-47…we are militarizing the nation

Seeing teens playing “Call of Duty” and “Halo 3”

I bet Bush authorized the companies of the games to lower the ratings so someone whose under age seventeen can buy them without little question…we are militarizing the nation

As the draft papers for the civil war in the Ukraine and Syria because the man you wanted in the White House was slugged out like Marty McSorley

What is Bush going do to us now? …we are militarizing the nation

What happen to the days that I can say, anything without people looking at me becoming Howard Stern?

Years have passes, but the nation is clutter with camouflage hat and shirts even though twenty years has passed, Tweety  the Canary  saying “I thought I saw a tuddy dat,”  sixty years ago  now would be running away from our tanks of tyranny and formalities instead of Sylvester the Cat have ruined the nation

Diaspora Confusion

I’m light as Daddy Yankee

As some people point out I’m Latino…no

I know some Spanish but can’t speak it fluently, but reading in Spanish is easy

I could be dark as Sammy Sosa, don’t assume I’m black of African American decent

I’m Latino for real based on my country…If I told you where I’m from. Would that make a difference?

Even as a black man of African American decent, I was labeled Latino for some of my guys and Latino guys too

Then again, I shouldn’t be all to surprised that people are still surprised to know that I’m from Cincinnati

This is not a salami sad song waiting to be eaten with pastrami I’m completely confused

As the next person would is African dealing with questions I wasn’t comfortable answering involving this country

Having masses of people hate each other beyond the racial and color likes

As a group, African Americans opened doors for just about everyone from Jews to Latinos now earning more recognition and respect as a religious group and ethnic group

African Americans will hate me for saying this, but we kill senselessly and have our businesses dry up for other groups controlling the prices and the lands that we try to get ourselves dealing with Middle Eastern people and Asians

Those group barely deal with us at all as Latinos aren’t as friendly as they once were fifteen years ago not only to us but anyone in general.

All those groups we tried to deal with, especially Latinos have passed us by like John Elway did against the old Browns so many times in his career

As alliance with Jews fades everyday like the Edmonton Oilers dynasty…it’s quite nasty now

Only thing I can do for all of us are to pray for your well being

Before we become the endangered species that scientist projected us to be when we were referred as apes: 1/5^th human

Elimination

Do I have to play ball?

Or do I want to be a rapper…either one gives me the cash to love on but can’t act lie Terrell Owens or the bosses will be asking me to give them my hard earnings and tape my mouth shut for the public.

But if I were Adam Sandler, I can say as much I want and act out dressing like Andre 3000

Without the big teeth I have as the presses are still trying to find another story to make me an example that David Stern NBA commissioner made of Ron Artest after he charged through the stands in Auburn Hills, Michigan.

He was mugged by a redneck that threw a cup of beer and swung at his face after he avoided having his face flattened by Ben Wallace.

He received the backlash from people that were slaughtered in the Holocaust paying the ball players and rappers and not only has cash.

 in what we earn more becoming slaves in the open market for rude-fans and be traded like Shaquille O’Neal and not find value in us so why should the business world be scarred to see a lot of us in the business of saturated talent, beats, and shoe deals and c then ask us to clean up our drug habits to risk losing more fans and money to be enslavement of ourselves.

 Producing records for our label wondering if the lawyers and I know the math of how we can get out of this business

I’m still struggling with myself as a black man as the letter E is on the score sheet

Unrest of 2016

Drooping pants…wearing head bands is all the same out here

As I’m running away from a misdemeanor charge as a cop shot me down

Had me thinking about Timothy Thomas in 2001 getting shot down like a roach being squashed by a shoe like a cop like Stephen Roach had no coach to authorize the chase to finding me and accusing me of having a gun in my lower left pocket of my black Silvertab jeans

I was just reaching for my pants to get them up after my belt snapped in half

Did that give him the right to hurt me like Rodney King and called me nigger twelve times behind my back talking to Trenton Stewart.

What would you do if your race is on the run from the guns every day, being afraid of getting shot by the powerful kinetic energy in the back of a bullet?

Drooping pants…wearing head bands is all the same out here

Maybe this is why the Bullets became the Wizards.

Feeling afraid of cops as whites refer to Latinos as the new niggers on the block as we get shafted in the media as the riots are exploding here

Drooping pants…wearing head bands is all the same out here

I regret saying I hate white people since age even regardless of my size and color, I’ll always be haunted by that night forever…this is just like 2001, but this is 2016…nothing ever changes

Ban the “N” Word

What’s so fowl and potent as a shot of steroids of sadness, inferiority of anger...Nigger?

Why that word does stains like Boysenberry yogurt? It takes a while we are wearing white T -shirts and loads the shirt in the washing machine and didn’t get it out. We people African Americans we’re defamed when whites use the slur to keep us in a jar of broken pocket

Now we use it as a parade nigga, praising, and now we wonder why Jewish whites, Latinos and Asians neighbors we know are using that word that is used casually will set up fiery explosions

I need to stop acting like a thug because I want a hug, not get involved in this Tug-of-War

Dealing with d war of the words that the hip-hop community doesn’t like the word, but still uses the word to boost sales mainly young females are buying our stuff

How hypocritical are we today.

Our people have to alleviate our mentality and perception that other people see us

Living the Scrooge life and still act repulsive and demeaning to our friends and cousins

But it may be too late for our elders to feel this way about us

I’m not living in the past, but the cleaning up of the vulgarity has to start somewhere. Might as well be now in our hip-hop community is far overdue

Color Blindness

I love Japanese anime and Asian woman

But why do they continually draw their character with their pointed noses, big bug eyes, pointed skulls with dyed hair and gnome like ears as the characters on the shows struggle to develop masculine and feminine muscles…blinded into the white color to make the heart feel like I am  a citizen of the next White America

Is it a marketing ploy or is it the praise after being sent to concentration camps during World War II

This country continues to hide as this give Koreans more reasons to bomb Unites States up and blow this planet out of orbit…blinded into the white color to make the heart feel like I am a citizen of the next White America

This has me color blind as a dog

Watching color blindness of “Yu-Gi Oh!” every weekend.

Another side of this spectacle, look at Puffy Ami had to do to reach J-Pop and super stardom

The beautiful rock stars that have Japan swamped with fans, so much so, they had a cartoon out not to long ago…blinded into the white color to make the heart feel like I am  a citizen of the next White America

Maybe this is a source of the ladies using Green Day’s style

On the other hand, is it just American fabrication that we’ve spread in some parts of the world?

Don’t get me wrong, I have a soft spot for Asian woman like Jeanette “Black Widow” Lee and Michelle Wie…blinded into the white color to make the heart feel like I am a citizen of the next White America

I hope a sword doesn’t hit me in the foot like “Kill Bill.”

Stocks on Air Jordan’s

Kill you for the Jordan’s?

Kill him for the Jordan’s

Killing me for the Jordan’s?

Killing my energy to make money for the Jordan’s

Killing time and money to a man who I love to watch don’t care about the consumers buying his Jordan’s for $2000

By doing the spending, there’s no money to save for college

When I was in high school, almost half of the boys at the school either showed up late after lunch or didn’t show up at all after buying the Air Jordan’s

As the rest of the school and all major cities, guys are picking up quarters from the ground and parents wonder why kids end up getting jumped in a gym, a party or a movie theater or get killed because he has his Jordan’s on.

Don’t look at the factories, you won’t like what you’ll find, Asian women are killing themselves away from families and free time to make shoes that cost $200 as their only paid under $2 dollars an hour

Their big check can never get close to Michael Jordan or anyone else that matter

So guys, check yourselves before you buy your Jordan’s

Is a pair of Jordan’s worth dying for?

I don’t want to be another homicide on the streets…you don’t have to go this route to look good on devil’s street killing you for your shoes thinking you can fly like Jordan…Montell Jordan

Special Education

Hello parents and close friends to a gifted child and a special child who is not as wild as mild taco sauce.

The journey for you and your child can be difficult if you weren’t taught how to take precaution for your child. …in this special education classroom

The child should have some say if they can show how they want to do as citizens in our society that still doesn’t recognize children and adults that are dealing with special needs to work try out college

Failing won’t be as bad due to circumstances that happen to each of these children will deal with

Life is a tough tissue to support and have it clean one minute and then use it up and have to throw it in the garbage…in this special education classroom

I’m not living on whey and saying these things about Special Education for my health

All I want to tell you parents is tell you how people around these children can help them emotionally and hope to find some normalcy…in this special education classroom

But not militarily uniformity and heathery

As a person that was in part of the Special Education system, I dealt with low expectations

I hope you don’t do that to your children…don’t have low expectations and hopefully maturation might take place…in this special education classroom

But make sure they don’t grow too fast…and don’t make them compete with others that aren’t like them

Don’t worry about that, being parents is hard enough

It may take longer for the children to process information to get a degree while dealing with a disability…in this special education classroom

Don’t let the school systems take advantage of your children’s special needs and not learn to live independently if they want to…in this special education classroom

Innocent or Guilty

I love food, Italian, Mexican, Cuban, Thai, Indian, Chinese, and Japanese and pardon the French for inventing Grilled Cheese

Aside from that sandwich, food is too hard to ignore even with America having “freedom Fries” instead of French fries

Where’s the French dressing?

I like to travel, and still collect bus schedules in my free time

I listen to all music genres with stars like Toby Keith, Hector LeVoe, Keith Sweat and Green Day

I’ll take a pass from the Green Eggs and Ham if you please

I love to swim but not as well as Amanda Beard or Michael Phelps

I can put myself in a black hole in science-fiction television and books and love to watch vintage basketball and football game films

I read magazines, even my sister buys, and I find ideas how to illustrate dresses by drawing the female anatomy.

I love symphonies and opera as long as it’s not Othello or Romeo & Juliet

I’m guilty of having multicultural thought, loving all women regardless of race; ethnicity, religion, background and skin as Asian woman are my fishing lures.

If Malcolm X as still around with Marcus Garvey, I’ll be chastised by making liaisons that I know I should stay away.

From food to hobbies and love, there aren’t any innocents I don’t have anymore

Pizza Dough

Pizza dough is soft and inflated like a hot-air balloon in an oven

But your raw an chewy, how can she be quarterback, missy?

I met this nice and slender young college girl was like Hope Solo except with chestnut hair in Algebra class and show me how well she does in math

I asked her if she would be interested to be my tutor to make me better

She said yes” in a daze, and then I’ve asked her what she does after school or in her free time

“I’m going to school to be a lawyer; I’m also on the swimming, and the soccer team. Also play basketball and was even scouted to work out with the football team and be a third quarterback and be a place holder.”

She told me she always wanted to play soccer and football as a child watching with admiration how her older brother played.

I asked her what you do when you’re not busy.

“I try to study and hang out with my buddies, do you want to be one of my buddies”

I looked like, what’s there to lose if I said, yes

“Do you want to go out for a slice of Pizza; I’m free to spend some time with you.”

No!!, math is killing me like scoring only three points in a basketball game, a game winning three at the buzzer mind you

“Why not,” she wondered, “I’ll help you do your math there. Hopefully there are plenty of napkins and a comfortable spot to eat

That sauce, that cheese, bubbly pepperoni and the crushed red peppers punching my nose really good on those slices of pizza

It was fun eating with you

“Oh no, you know I’m not flaky to the dough and talk about this equation before the sun goes down

Grounded

No snail in this jail cell

Wondering who would like to know that being trapped like a stolen laptop with my pale hands

I couldn’t find the empty pail waiting for someone to post bail

No sail can save me now from the finale…grounded like a Chihuahua

The anxiety of not knowing is like misery following you during adolescents, being influent by peers to smoke in a middle school playground or having sex underage

Trapped in these bars isn’t like a 100 Grand candy bar as I started to release my rage

No sprinkle of sage on chicken can spare me the grief of making trouble for feeling like a grounded a Chihuahua

I’m finished dealing with this foolishness

But the trouble with the courts have just begun as I wonder how severe the punishment is for beating up my rivals’ producers and running a pedestrian in a hit and run

I wish I was chewing a lime right now trying to take the sting off of my mouth…grounded like a Chihuahua

The Brown Eyed Crossroads

You see a happy go about rapper having the time of my life, but you don’t see what I see when I’m away from the Hollywood stage as I’m in a brown eyed crossroads

If you see what I see, I see girls of the Caucasian race scared spineless when you try to get close to her

If you see what I see, I used to have Jewish friends before I became a rapper, now I dated a Jewish girl now I would have to find some way to pay to get all my tattoos to be dating material, I’m not a white guy who has blue eyes so why should I care

If your brown eyes see what I see, I see fear in Caucasian neighborhoods as neighbors have dogs on a leash until a person of color comes by and release the dogs to use my leg like fetching a stick after numerous angry barking as I try to walk to school

If you see what I see, beaten up in Norwood like Latino men do because I’m seen holding a white woman hand being accused of stealing their trophy wife

If you see what I see, I see Caucasian girlfriend’s family having Ku Klaus Klan outfits under their Tommy Hilfiger clothing waiting for the right moment to hang me and turn my head to dog food like Emmitt Till

If your eyes see what I see, MS13 gangs throwing bricks at me leaving me bleeding the pain of loneliness inside my skin because I had a love relationship with a girl at Carthage being accused of stealing their women again

If brown eyes see what I see, pain of wishing I was off a different color so the world would not be afraid to be seen

If you see what I see, I see people of my race live amongst people of their shade no matter how dark or how light they can be, I’m in between the light and dark as not too many people dark will like me except my siblings as the rest think I’m too close to being someone other than a black man

If your brown eyes see what I see, I see a gum being smashed by a dress shoe when a white man has the same skills and dress as I do, but Asian woman see the knight of shiny armor as I’m an ogre and a roach and hurt myself by holding back tears of pain

If you see what I see, Caucasian men accused me of being the fool who inserted his éclair and impregnated an oriental woman proving I can be as white as they are without dating their blond bimbos

If your brown eyes see what I see, I see tension in the racial wars of jobs and social classes daily as murders inside the races don’t seem to end

If your brown eyes see what I see, genders of children fills their minds as identification of race starts at puberty as they wonder to their parents why isn’t this kid talking to me, knowing very well my children will have the same problems as I did

If your brown eyes see what I see, being in a war of child custody as the family of the woman think I’m a do nothing nigger because they always have negativity of a black man

If your brown eyes see what I see, department stores look at me accusing me of being suspicious, as a white boy who dresses like me ended up stealing the merchandise as I’m always look down as a black man who looks too young like SpongeBob to have any money or a credit card in his name

If your brown eyes see what I see, I don’t have the impressionism to help show that I’m not the black man who help steal Native American land trying to date an Indian, gamble my money in a casino after she turns me down after throwing a glass beer at me after a domestic dispute with the family

If your brown eyes brown eyes see what I see, the world I live is a brown eyed crossroads which white people who never had black friends won’t ever understand the struggles for equality as I don’t see the world as who does this person belong to in a racial group by last name

If your eyes see what I see, there are so many people who are brown eyed like me, but don’t see the world I hope to see the world change long after I’m gone

Album 7

Something to Say

Close the hole on your face when you mess with the flake flam famine

Or you’ll be asking for a beating like Mike Tyson biting off Evander Holyfield’s ear

No one wants to remember that seen again

Or when Jesse Jackson’s speech went awry in the 1984 elections

Fast forward, George Bush’s easily stutters to the biggest of words that worst than saying something profane to bring out the insane amount of groupies and enemies pretending they liked me

Remember Bill Romanowski, and how he ripped off Marcus Washington’s eye socket because he said something rude to him in Raiders practice

Rappers don’t like me anymore than Trent Lott and Bill O’ Reilly do every day.

Cover your ears and burn your books that has anything of mine on them when you hers slurs from those two as ghost remains in all citizens who are their zombies of Zionism and skepticism

This country is a melting pot of rioting, stealing; only in a courtroom you’re spared before you say the F-word to the judge with cold bars haunts the shadows of the black box

I’ll start more havoc, and be involved in this tragic tale of misery and mistresses…I have nothing more to say, stop ignoring me

Lost in a Zip lock bag

Who’s the person is the Dre' of this era...me

The black Rain Man…me

Wrote and dilated lyrics to the colossal show all and tell all

Walking around with the bright chains as fns give accolades like I’m walking on the red carpet inflating my ego…lost in a zip lock bag thinking V.E.N.O.M.A.C.E is a piece of frozen meat

Influx in the South building up rivals’ record labels in New York City

So many producers and rappers are jealous that I’ve done this as long as Dre’ as and still can go my communities as everyone remembers my name…lost in a zip lock bag thinking V.E.N.O.M.A.C.E is a piece of frozen meat

Instead of being a suburban to everyone compare to most rappers who use synthesizers via computers to hide the flashy lyrics and having young people by into our garbage.…lost in a zip lock bag thinking V.E.N.O.M.A.C.E is a piece of frozen meat

I have 60 year old listeners that buy my records and point out how insane I am

Now’s the time has come to show who I am once again being lost in a zip lock bag across the world… thinking V.E.N.O.M.A.C.E is a piece of frozen meat

The Lullaby

Fairy tales and fables are told to children that need something to put them to sleep

When they’re not able to sleep, they start to cry in distress as the sandman has his eyes on the eyes

But a cool, breezy toned lullaby and short stories are fun to sing and read

Making fun of comedians growing up from their childhood episodes poking fun of them because of making parodies of a hit song boring the children to death…the sandman is happy with the hopes of sending you to the land of dreams

Close your small brown eyes in the hands of the sandman, was the lullaby that puts me to sleep

Small as a pea, I held a Roger Rabbit doll to help me to sleep closing my small brown eyes away the frights of the outside in the hands of the sandman as my mother singed a lullaby to me

Small as a cub, I sometimes walked around the house dragging a Y&M. magazine with Shannon Doherty on the cover to protect me from storms and monsters that frightened me to the point of doing the number 2 in the living room in my underwear and crying, sleep closing my small brown eyes away the frights of the outside in the hands of the sandman as my father singed a lullaby to me to give my bags under my eyes

The diapers are off as I’m in my boxer briefs, I sing the lullaby in my mind sometimes to calm me down from having John Cena rage wrestling in the mat sleep closing my small brown eyes away the frights of the outside in the hands of the sandman as I sing a lullaby to myself

But parents like me pass those things on to the children like the hare chasing the tortoise

This would have some problems when our children get older and learn how to read for pleasure and knowledge…as the sandman sends you to your small dreams closing your brown eyes

Work and boredom arrives when a lullaby is singed and snooze button is taking hold, close your eyes…my darling as another night of small dreams start again closing your brown eyes

Stranded

Oh…my car broke down in the middle of the rush hour at 5 P.M. with no help in sight

The lighting poles are dimming as the red sky turns to violet

It feels like Ricky Manning intercepting the football untouched…stranded

This reminded me of being stuck stranded some years ago along with my classmates from high school

We were an old 325 Metro Bus as it huffed ever so slowly like an overheated vacuum cleaner.

Near the end of the incline on Montana Avenue, the bus overheated, the bus driver was trying to restart the bus, but the engine died…stranded

Most of my classmates were from the Westwood neighborhood walked on home

As for the rest of us, were from Covedale and Price Hill were left watching Rt. 39 & 40 pass through five times and another bus going to garage…stranded counting the clock

After talking to some classmates that waited for the bus left 20 minutes later after the others did risking being later to work…stranded

The bus finally showed up almost two hours later as some of my classmates lost hours to work and shop, I lost two hours of homework

I felt like a stork stocking quantity amount of bad luck…hope I don’t become stranded like the show “Lost” again

Timely Chaos

What life would be like if the Stem Cell research was finalized?

I know many ordinary people and celebrities that deal with prereleases, organ failure and physical illnesses…media looking for any sex tape and prescription drugs I have like I’m hiding them on a rug crossing the Canadian border for cheap treatment

If 25% of embryos enter the womb, what effect to the world be cloned version of my body when I need a new liver

Living without a liver leaves me on the donator list, and succumb like NFL great Walter Payton did

The government planned to spend nearly $250 million for something that might benefit many people in the long run…media looking for any sex tape and prescription drugs I have like I’m hiding them on a rug as we have real concerts which are always turned off like a person surfing through the radio for something that reignites with the crowds

The problem lies in how long does my friend has to live before he’s tested for treatment

Bush’s son failed us, even if the research goes well, were aren’t mortal…media looking for any sex tape and prescription drugs I have like I’m hiding them on a rug to give myself the cloned life

I hope Superman is smiling down on us…probably not

Midnight Temptations

There’s a time in midnight I become hungry

I stager on down the stairs in my girlfriends house

Open up the refrigerator door and find chocolates in three door shelves…temptations have a hold on me

But I think she know some of it was bitten off of

Taking a glance near the right side of the table and looked up the ceiling and smelled something like a rat that was killed by a cat outside the window by the driveway rotting like apples…temptations have a hold  on me

Maybe the smell of Oranges and Starfruit would be vastly different

I tried then to find the best food of them all in this kitchen like Cinderella as she lost her glass slipper

But the results are just that, an awful mess going back to the refrigerator like a nasty patch of pumpkin seeds…temptations have a hold on me

I was so stubborn, I close the refrigerator door only to go back in and make myself a warm cup of chocolate milk…and no I didn’t use her chocolates to make it either, then headed to the bedroom and see that my sleeping beauty didn’t wake up

I wonder if she’s dreaming about those chocolate…temptations have a hold on me

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Germ Infestation

Vomiting…watching television like I was rammed over by a train as my body is shocked after the brunch last night

Little stuffed up nose, runny eyes and coughing wasn’t a big deal

Until but closing time at the restaurant, I threw up at the bathroom after getting my pay check driving home…germ infestation is what it gave me

Five minutes after sitting down, I vomited again at the bathroom home as germs had made their inflation having me sick to my stomach like someone was skiing in like Picabo Street

Things couldn’t get worse as my fever was running high and barely slept

Until, I drove myself to the emergency room with a spare bucket on the passenger side…germ infestation is what it gave me

Doctors told me it wasn’t a big deal since the germs are near their peak

But the Doctor still gave me antibiotics for my fever and nausea

Thank to the germ infestation, I have to miss a week of school and working out…germ infestation is what it gave me

I thought about doing sit-ups…bad idea!

No Sweat

Clouds…thickening on a gloomy trail of work

Sweating for money and gratification

Satisfaction, not for luxury

Trying to support my family as bills rise up…don’t sweat it

Even though they don’t want me to work for the wrong reasons…don’t sweat it

Working in a place that don’t have black face…don’t sweat it

Felling used up like Earl Campbell delivering television, DVD’s, chopping down wood like a carpenter with drips of blood showering my fingers…don’t sweat it

Asking professors is this the correct equipment and doing the work that other workers wouldn’t do

I didn’t want to do the work either…don’t sweat it

But I took the fall because no one wanted to do because the stressful labor that entailed

The job was a revolving door of people taking advantage of other students that come after me…don’t sweat it

Work ethic, mood swings don’t work in this place… you have to be cold as a robot to make it here

I need a fan about now…my pits stink from sweating like moldy cheese

Lost Souls

El Nino & Oh 31 are good rappers bringing in money as I’m counting mine

They can’t rap to save their butts, but know how to make a display

Shining through the press by the Mel contrition by the media and the community

They have new video games out with their likeness condoning violence…as lost souls come from the woodwork looking to take me down like collusion did to Barry Bonds when he was the most feared and polarizing baseball player since the Babe

Fast access of money attached to drug deals becoming millionaires

As normal citizens we are, this is rare occurrence to have money come from thin air…as lost souls come from the woodwork like Alex Rodriguez on the baseball naughty list

Sex defines who they truly are…nasty and bad when the paparazzi being nosey worrying about Nancy Pelosi’s bust meeting a so call enemy and gives the evidence to the paper chasing fools As people don’t really want to see them for the negative attention grabbing women they are

As kids all around the world want to by jewelry, having fast sex, fast cars and millions of dollars handed to them partying like their rock stars…as lost souls come from the woodwork

Oh please, well I’m caught red handed…there goes the neighborhood

lost souls come from the woodwork looking to take me down like collusion did to Barry Bonds when he was the most feared and polarizing baseball player since the Babe always foaming in the mouth no matter what I say to those 2

Shopper’s wanted

The cold dark atmosphere that leaves fans of Yolanda Mears who tries to entertain like Britney Spears leaving her fans in tears as cash registers jeers overflow the city crying for the rings of the credit money train in the Queen City as temperatures are in the red like a bad stadium tax bill

Snow melting through the streets like Blueberry pie left overflowing the sink again every Sunday morning as business lock up the doors as

This is the clog we know as the construction of Government Square

Police monitoring Main Street as Christmas lights shine to Sawyer Point

With little activity for shoppers to spend some money

This is the city I know…the brisket on a skillet waiting for a stick for the right person to eat and heat up the sales as shopper’s wanted signs are in every Queen City restaurant and department stores waiting for the quivering season of winter to end

Pan-handlers can’t find a shopper to take advantage off

As most of the garages are closed due to the lack of people dinning through downtown, or watching a play at the Aronoff Center as all the businesses have shopper’s wanted signs to bring in the money

This is the city I know…the brisket on a skillet waiting for a stick for the right person to eat and heat up the sales as shopper’s wanted signs are in every Queen City restaurant and department stores waiting for the quivering season of winter to end

This isn’t just on holidays like Christmas; it’s like this all the time anytime after 5 P.M.

The city is sucked into a black hole of bad business deals…in the cold of winter weather blues, come on Queen City!

Broken Leg

I would like some French toast to give me a boost of energy

Maybe make some roast on the side…hoping not to break a leg

My aunt bought me one few hours ago

She likes on Yoast Avenue…hoping not to break a leg

You’re the nicest person to do this for me

Having brunch in bed…hoping not to break a leg

Thank you for a whole bunch

Sorry I can be a headache to you…with the broken leg

Since I have a broken leg performing at a concert

I feel like Tapioca pudding stuck in this bed…with the broken leg

When you travel to get the roast for me

Please don’t break a leg, literately like I did…break a leg

One more complain about your broken leg, I’m chopping it off with an ax, stop bellyaching like a saxophone and go on mute my aunt told me

Now I know how Carson Palmer felt as he snapped his knee in first playoff game of his career verses Kiko Von Olhoffen as his leg was rolled like a truck…I wish I didn’t have a broken leg eating this fried chicken leg

Making Due

Chewing on slices of honey dew as dew from the raindrops makes the grass shiny on a brisk summer morning on the football field

Not drinking the fowl mountain dew throwing the bottle 80 yards through a garbage can

I can see so many people thinking I’m Drew Bledsoe

I can throw a few football passes, but linebackers like Ray Lewis would plant you down in the ground having grass stains to keep me down and out for the count

There would be nothing left to do just to leave the field limping in pain

But to be a quarterback lyrically and physically, I’ll have to be an optimist like Huey Lewis before he was stuck in that island in “Stuck with you” video

I should have never played ball at Roe Street, long ago after my car got towed listening to Poe “Hello” as a cornerback like Champ Bailey robbed me of a game winning touchdown by scoring a game winning touchdown of his own

I can make barbecue out of turkey beast, barbecue sauce, Cholula and honey, but you can’t make a flavorful dish of success without the complementary parts to help make great meat and a great team…Making due in an island of one on the football field, at least I’m not eating slices of honey dews in a real deserted

Lions and Dandelions

Weird science throwing spitballs and have a player hit like Steve Lyons

I’m no lion, but I like the yellow dandelions growing…that firmly grown weed

I’m no lion, but I like the yellow dandelions growing…The brake up of creed creeps into my mind when kids play with a ball on the vacant lot

I’m no lion, but I like the yellow dandelions growing…Thinking about the work ethics that is taught in Baseball can be cruel like Pressley and Brown

I’m no lion, but I like the yellow dandelions growing…In Bellevue Park seeing the views from town as the trees are eaten alive for the fall

Leaves me waiting for an early start to the long winter months

I’m no lion, but I like the yellow dandelions growing…lying on the grass as lines of rain drops like Sue Bird’s hair are about to fall on me like dandelions fly through the sky hoping to hand on a street where the grass will welcome me to be, not in the pavement where the lions are when we’re together.

The day at the Bellevue park was grand as termites are making hold in old home, you are the dandelion I want to fly through the sky with, but your barely 18 years old with your young slim body wishing there were dozens of dandelions like you in my life as you look like Sue Bird too, but you more like iCarly back when she was younger than a turnip, even your legal and so am I and you’re in college now I don’t want to be a lion in a den, I want to be free

 As grass grow to be stepped on in Bellevue Park I want to be the lion of your dreams wishing to be your again to be with you as you want to be free from the grass of guilt as you show your small, but beautiful body in front of me, no commitment and no strings stranded in the windy sky

So you and I agree to be friend and only that, but when we want to show hopes of being in love, we make love without attachments as myself as the lion and you are the dandelion that can catch me in the grass

Selective Hearing

Hearing the hogs are singing hail to the Washington Redskins makes me want to hum the Philadelphia Eagles fight song to offset the racket of having my ears being slapped around like  the former Kansas City Chief running back Larry Johnson twirling Troy Pomolalu’s hair after chasing down an interception..I feel like winning the Stanley Cup trophies of earplugs, I can’t hear you

Sonic the Hedgehog’s speed is fun to see on TV, but hearing speeds like that up close not only sounds like a flat line, but hurts my ears so much my body has small seizures of numbness in my limbs..I feel like winning the Stanley Cup trophies of earplugs, I can’t hear you

I’ll be like a log and not listen to people like Whitey Herzog beating me up mentally because I do some things slower than anyone else and miss a word or too like mother dangling down my ears when I was a young smartass..I feel like winning the Stanley Cup trophies of earplugs, I can’t hear you

I only hear what I want to hear…I end up missing everything

Oink…oink. I have a pink nose, so adorable in the mud, I can’t hear you

Hearing words is like hearing a pear being chomped down like a freshly cooked pizza from the oven, but can only hear people from a length of a track & field course which is troubling especially if something bad happens in the day have the rest of my drawn in..I feel like winning the Stanley Cup trophies of earplugs, I can’t hear you

I feel like winning the Stanley Cup trophies of earplugs, I can’t hear you in the dark night as a no disturbing sign on my door, knock louder in case of emergency

Contradictory

See everyone in El Paso trying to pass the time by snoring like Rip Van Winkle

I’ll use my lasso and give you a bottle of Tabasco sauce…no I won’t let the itsy bitsy spider get to me

I want to be in a relationship…no itsy bitsy spiders rubbing fingers on by back

I want to lead, then act like I don’t know what leading is until I see the itsy bitsy spider, is you

Going for a walk…what is the time to sit in?

See the first bus to get home…or wait later for the next bus to fill up

I want to talk about my feelings…then someone asks about them and chokes away opportunities like a chicken wing, thinking about you itsy bitsy spider lead me to wet my pants as I couldn’t open the door as I forgot to use the bathroom of not wanting to think about you…my heart burns of webs of desire to have you, the itsy bitsy spider fell my heart beat, but my remote control of a brain says no

Until you give me the truth that comes out of your mouth you villain you

The police will come to get you tomorrow

They won’t feel as much sorrow for you as I do now

I would have sacked you like Michael Strahan; instead you tripped me like Flozell Adams as I try to escape your webs of seduction as your villainous body yearns for love that I can’t compare to other spiders you seek to mate…my heart burns of webs of desire to have you, the itsy bitsy spider fell my heart beat, but my remote control of a brain says no

And doesn’t act like your straining money from the innocent people then you claim to borrow it and then you steal like the Robin Hood you are…no, you’re just an itsy bitsy spider that tries to get an itch of me hoping to touch your cinnamon rolls, you have to understand, you heart of villainy cannot pears the doom of evil trying to trick me into the hands of buffoonery of a fake Dr. Drakken, get it to you thick head of webs, you think I’m Roger Klotz and you are Connie, I don’t like you, as soon as I say that I see you holding me down with your cinnamon rolls and your peach yogurt is so inviting to get cozy…my heart burns of webs of desire to have you, the itsy bitsy spider fell my heart beat, but my remote control of a brain says no

I want to talk about my feelings…then someone asks about them and chokes away opportunities like a chicken wing like an itch form an itsy bitsy spider that won’t ever leave me

There’s no way you thought this plan through, your worst that Dr.Drakken trying to make me caress your peach yogurt, I’m going to get real yogurt with a spoon instead of eating yours

Sucked up in Joy

I’m going bonkers because one of my compadres from Yonkers earned a recording deal…sucked in joy as my smile looks like I cheated on a test being accused of being a cheater, I can’t help smiling like Derek Jeter

I feel like Bill Grammatica celebrating for joy kicking field goals before he blew out his ACL

I want to jump for joy like Koy Detmer sawing himself at Lambeau Field verse the Green Bay Packers…sucked in joy as my smile looks like I cheated on a test being accused of being a cheater, I can’t help smiling like Derek Jeter

I want to act wacky as the Animaniacs Wakko spinning my head up and down like a yo-yo…sucked in joy as my smile looks like I cheated on a test being accused of being a cheater, I can’t help smiling like Derek Jeter

As the next door neighbor screams like a rocket not to long after taking a peak at me screaming …sucked in joy as my smile looks like I cheated on a test being accused of being a cheater, I can’t help smiling like Derek Jeter

This guy the next morning shouted through the roof, “We’re trying to sleep now, creep, shut up and beat it as a new rapper is in town to eventually take my place felling like Jay-Z when signing a client who was my friend and client could my rival

I’m sucked in joy as my smile looks like I cheated on a test being accused of being a cheater, I can’t help smiling like Derek Jeter on a peer in tears of joy

Album 8

Sculpture

Trimble Street is where I discovered a pimple on my dimples

My face is developing acne…pure and simple

The changes is wearing on my face like watching a rare triple play in baseball

When I’m old, I have to worry about wrinkles like everyone else and sing “Twinkle…Twinkle, Little Star,”

An athlete is a sculpture of physique and beauty

From pudgy to the evolution of a built body is the Cynthia Barboza of a sculpture of working hard to be a complete athlete

The power and the potential canvas of Jason Kidd is reminiscing of Van Gogh

Texas A&M women’s college player of the 2010’sDanielle Adams has a sculpture of women with real curves can play sports is very unfamiliar to many of us in the media depicting real women are thin as a greasy strip of bacon, a body is sculpted differently, believe it

A chiseled body which marvels Leonardo da Vinci is pictured when you see Dwight Howard, LeBron James and Tamika Catchings

Becoming humble at the many changes of the ageing face like a Jim Brown hall of fame plaque, or a legendary sculpture from Michelangelo

My body is not even close to being sculpture material like Michael Clarke Duncan…but my arms are just as big as his

Tatiana

I’ll need some Mylanta because every time I do any activities in Atlanta leaves me being nauseated and have hangovers afterward when we meet a Starbucks a long time ago

Maybe an old friend, Tatiana Ortega who looked like the Samantha Fields of our time had something to do with the feelings of loneliness, and frustrations inside my mind when I’m here with you Tatiana

You broke up with me because I was immature back then, I saw you nothing more than a Vicky the evil babysitter verses Timmy Turner, helpless child getting mutilated in every ‘Fairly Odd Parents” episode…you still kike me even though you were a big time executive in middle class, fell in love with a friend of Fleece Roberts and had a baby boy

I thought this was best since you’re so old…ten years older, you would be my babysitter, I couldn’t handle that due to the lifestyle of the rap game has me up every night and rappers making fun of me eing in a relationship with an older woman

I’m very surprised your divorced and still want to give me a second chance to love you for the first time

But not as much politics that were involved between her and I was like a Syria-Lebanon relationship…or lack thereof in the past with her

Is like a certain note comes up every time an Anita Baker song comes up on the radio

I remember when I rubbed luscious raven black hair, fondling and licking your doubled f cup cinnamon buns, your warm apple pie belly like a teddy bear, your firm slightly rounded hamburger buns and your peach yogurt of love, you rubbed and ate my éclair as close friends, later on made love for hours…how did our friendship turned into love so fast Tatiana

All the fondling games of potato skins with crumbs and crumbs of bacon and cheddar cheese lead to finding the woman of my life…I always spend my life of dreaming of this moment...Tatiana.

The news that change my life came when you told me you are pregnant with our first child Tatiana

I never want children with anyone who loves me the way you groove me in the new stage of our lives

I cried 9 months when Amada was born, holding her arms as she cried...Oh Tatiana,

I hope this life last

Cake for Eating

Where’s my cake

Who threw my piece of cake next to the Drake Hospital Lake…for goodness sake?

I knew the baker that took hours of her time to make this cake and I didn’t get any

Someone had to make the necessary measurement for customers lie me to get at least one slice of that cake

Am I eating the cake of depression to indulge my fantasies, or is the icing is eating me, as I eat myself away in ecstasy of sadness in this cake  

I’ve ached to eat at least one piece is only good for the birds the way everyone is acting like…you pigeons…where’s my cake

Adoring fame when I don’t get it makes me want to engorged myself of the icing to the flavor of my cake

Selling my soul of depression and jealousy have me trapped eating the cake

Am I eating the cake of depression to indulge my fantasies, or is the icing is eating me, as I eat myself away in ecstasy of sadness in this cake 

Meanwhile this nasty piece you’re trying to give me is only worthy for the frogs, they’ll eat this like they’re eating flies. And they say “I found my cake!”

But the cake I found is now eating my fat baking in another cake’s oven

Adoring fame when I don’t get it makes me want to engorged myself of the icing to the flavor of my cake of fears and resentment

Swimming with Neptune’s Orbit

Ocean’s blue wave on a hot summer day from the sun in the salted water makes me think of the wondrous seen in the cold lake in “Racing with the Moon.”

I have a major fascination with the sunlight that gives the water its pacific blue reflection like Sailor Neptune’s hair as she powers up for another battle with the heart snatchers.

I hope no one catches me in a hostile tide

Unless there’s a beautiful woman running on the beach like “10.”

I might look at the ocean to reflection of peace

Until my girlfriend who looks like Deanna Nolan except with extensions and less tattoos than Allen Iverson finds me and she wants me to come closer

I lay my head on her chest as we watch the sunset as the night breeze was setting in with the tides washing us over as we kisses

Our passion was so heated, we drove home and not much time later we still have the lust for one another in the water inside

We made love while the soundscape music channel was on to help us to relax, swimming in love making to someone you live is great in a relationship like this.

Neptune’s orbit has us in peace in the salty waters of our naked bodies

But this is the reflection I see and she sees might last until the next tide rolls in and washes shells away in the wet sand

Rage of Inferno

Put down the remote control…like an angry tennis racket getting smashed by John McEnroe

If you think it’s a pistol for the television when NASCAR tours through Bristol.

You’ll think twice, walking under mistletoe branched tree…feeling like a tennis racket getting smashed in the rage of the inferno

And leave the room like you’re going to hurt me and implode like Ryan Leaf in his days

Don’t let the maple syrup hit you on the way out eating your waffles acting you’re like Ryo from the Ronin Warriors…feeling like a tennis racket getting smashed in the rage of the inferno

But I’m a rhino mentally tough to take this being next to

You act like a spear flying out of someone’s hands to the shore at Rio de Janeiro

Make me mad…my swords will thwart your plans to rule the world feeling like a tennis racket getting smashed in the rage of the inferno, I won’t fail

I’m not a soft and gentle like Buster Bunny…I can be as evil as a piranha as the fire of the inferno is all you can see that my eyes are the fuse to push the weight away… feeling like a tennis racket getting smashed in the rage of the inferno

All evil will be toast like Ryo becoming Hariel…you want to see the fire, feel the fire, you do not want to see what I would do with the power of the Phoenix on my side

Roselawn

Roselawn is a good community to mow a lawn before dawn

A fawn started to have so much fun loitering in my back yard as I yawn watching through the kitchen window…in the Roselawn community I mow my lawn

Why is the fawn acting like a cow living off of me like my house is a barn

I’m not going to lose my yard like the cats losing a yarned ball…in the Roselawn community I mow my lawn

I’m no one’s lawnmower like Porky Pig was when Bugs & Daffy left him behind and became nothing but a pork rind to everybody today as I mow my lawn in Roselawn

The fawn finally leaves

Now I have to buy a new fence

I won’t even dare to think about moving near I-71 again

But the fawn might come back with a buck as the whole family will be running amuck like some families due in getting lit near the Ronald Reagan Cross County highway…in the Roselawn community I mow my lawn

Punching the pain away

It’s a must or bust of lost focus

Punching a boxing back so hard is not working to get stress like floss off of me

Punching the bag, now I feel the sweating pores soaking like rain on the windshield in a flood…punching the pain away, I wish I had a time machine

Anger swirling like a Canadian hockey player Rebecca Johnstone, who was a banger of a goalie just as pretty as Playmate bunny Jayde Nicole was the hottest thing since Laverneus Coles in the mid 2000’s, we banged around with punches, elbows and pucks between our legs and made love to several times when I was a young rapper when I got started in as thoughts of my opponents has me rattled to knock them all out…punching the pain away, I wish I had a time machine

Strategy involving my jabs and upper cuts are taking shape like Mike Tyson getting slaughtered by Buster Douglas…punching the pain away, I wish I had a time machine

I tell myself everyday a year can pass, but old wounds persist especially with the friends leaving the record spinning and brake-ups are just like shattered platinum plaques which made punching the pain away that much harder in this life I chosen…punching the pain away, I wish I had a time machine

I would love to punch and strangle anyone who stands in my way, I’ll have to tan these so called friends stealing every ounce of cash I made sitting on sofas and being free loaders in my house and leaving blouses on the floor, drinking and smoking hard after I told these so call friends to stop abusing my house

I love to punch the pain away…welcome to my so called life

Disgusto the Clown

Red nose/ white skin/ red lips/red hair… you think your Bosko, you’re nothing more than Ronald McDonald with the funny red squeaky boots and no wonder why I didn’t watch your show as I’m still dramatized and haven’t eaten McDonalds sine I was a child

Your stomach is a crusted like a bun who has unshaved hair narcissistic jerk as Krusty the Clown digesting your burgers of hell, at least Ronald saves me money, and you give me nothing but sponges’ worth of flat soda

I’ll never go to the Barney and Bailey’s brothers circus no offense to Gene Simmons and his KISS crew of the tongue ogre lords, I’m still vomiting from all the nightmares of Child’s Play scary ass puppet looking like former Tampa Bay Buccaneers head coach Jon Gruden trying to cut my head off like Edwards Scissorhands of the plank to the sharks of evil clowns like you, Disgusto

I hope to get on a trampoline to get away from Disgusto not feeling afraid like Chuckie from the “Rugrats” belly was always yellow, fearing Disgusto the Clown

Hooked

To all Florida Marlins fans like me

You’re going to be taken for to a fire sale ride

Watching a team die before your very eyes is like being hooked on a fishing hook waiting for the line to end

Why lie about what seeing hooks luring the crowds far from here as attendance shrink in a rusted up ballpark at the orange bowl…you’re hooked

The first time was an aberration of a young fish like me watching a ballgame on a shell-o-vision bullied by a shark looking like Ripster trying to hook me down like a hockey player

Reducing the team to plankton organisms eaten off of

Until years later we became dolphins of the Major Leagues slaying a whale for a second title

But the hook came and went once again as referrers call a 2 minute hooking penalty in a hockey game looking at him and saying, “What did I do?”

The more games the team wins, the fans are like fish swimming through a pond always hooked to a bigger draw and then complain as local media report that nobody bares the brunt of who cares…admit you’re hooked on something else on a fishing line instead of the Marlins slugging pearls out of the ballpark

I thought hammerheads chops had bad taste in their mouths when they swim away like Dr. Paradime looking for a cup of custard used on the hook to hook him turning to Dr. Piranha

The fire sale of the team began anew with the most recent top fish

All around baseball are accusing us of being crooks that are booked on a crime we didn’t do as fans

The team has more Sean Rooks on the team hooked on the reserves; than Derrick Brooks on the team hooked on the frontlines of the infield being coached by Ron Zook…we’re hooked and railed in

Waiting to be eaten like popcorn shrimp…here we go again, always hooked by a new fish in town as our memory banks only last 3 minutes tops on the dying life on the hook

Sunlight

The sunlight is giving the rays to survive the day…If you want to hang with me, don’t be a downer like Mrs. Downer on SNL ruining my mood in my neighborhood, stop raining your apple seeds of sorrow because Brendan Morrow hit your head sending you to tomorrow complaining like an electrocuted toaster in a bath tub is your way of crying for attention. The sunlight is what I feel and I don’t want to see or hear your rain on a salty grainy road of “oh whoa as me I’m a man wearing diapers routine…don’t want to hear it”

The sunlight is giving the rays to survive the day with you

When you see the sun, your inner fun is suppose to wear on your face like a bun being toasted firm and crispy waiting to be eaten on a hamburger as a smiling customer feed the fun while seeing the daily sunlight. Get of the canvas in the raining indoors of sadness in your mind as your artwork isn’t getting any better as more days without sunlight is passing you by…If you want to hang with me, don’t be a downer like Mrs. Downer on SNL ruining my mood in my neighborhood, stop raining your apple seeds of sorrow because Brendan Morrow hit your head sending you to tomorrow complaining like an electrocuted toaster in a bath tub is your way of crying for attention. The sunlight is what I feel and I don’t want to see or hear your rain on a salty grainy road of “oh whoa as me I’m a man wearing diapers routine…don’t want to hear it

The sunlight is giving the rays to survive the day with you

Keep your inner complains in the closet of your mind and have fun with me, the sunlight may raise your confidence seeing a girl you like to chat with, you never know if you’re not out here in the sunlight as I am

 Maybe, you want to buy a  coffee beverage you like to drink, a nice book you never thought would warm your soul in the sunlight, you just don’t know what you can find unless you’re out here no matter where you want to go anywhere with me…If you want to hang with me, don’t be a downer like Mrs. Downer on SNL ruining my mood in my neighborhood, stop raining your apple seeds of sorrow because Brendan Morrow hit your head sending you to tomorrow complaining like an electrocuted toaster in a bath tub is your way of crying for attention. The sunlight is what I feel and I don’t want to see or hear your rain on a salty grainy road of “oh whoa as me I’m a man wearing diapers routine…don’t want to hear it

The sunlight is giving the rays to survive the day with you

You know the canvas only help tell me and all of your true friends, you need to leave the paints harden for a while and stop spending time using your brush using it like a sexual release when you paint out of frustration because the sunlight has not warmed you real heart of fun is what you need, leaving the rain of “oh whoa as me” leave your canvas, get of the chair and jump into the canvas of the sunlight

The sunlight is giving the rays to survive the day with you

It is time to feel the fun in the sunlight, not knowing how much fun and tons of home runs you fell like Adam Dunn, you never know unless you’re out here enjoying the sunlight…If you want to hang with me, don’t be a downer like Mrs. Downer on SNL ruining my mood in my neighborhood, stop raining your apple seeds of sorrow because Brendan Morrow hit your head sending you to tomorrow complaining like an electrocuted toaster in a bath tub is your way of crying for attention. The sunlight is what I feel and I don’t want to see or hear your rain on a salty grainy road of “oh whoa as me I’m a man wearing diapers routine…don’t want to hear it

Your unfortunately didn’t heave my warnings, I’m leaving out here where the rain can give you all the sorrow and whoa as me as you need I’m a man wearing diapers routine, I’m enjoying the sunlight of life without you

Where’s my trophy

Am I being put on the back burner because some rappers in the Grammies this year aren’t rappers at all, but becoming Electronica club mix like T-Pain, Moby and Peaches where’s the artistic ways that rap used to be when Will Smith won numerous Grammies that made my head spin on a record table…where’s my trophy

Then Eminem and Outkast were unknowns and outlaws’ to princes before jigga not only meet his potential, be ran away with every turntable around the world……where’s my trophy

The business here seems to be more distant from the R&B cousins meeting our rockabilly neighbors like Lil’ Wayne did in 2009 like Chew Bonker did this year…where’s my trophy

I’ve been in this game a very long time and not screaming for attention in the Grammies as Adversarial, Fleece Roberts and Oh 31 always seem to dance the same lingo to win…when I will ever win the respect in the music business

Hope that evil witch of a comedian Ursula Pearl doesn’t pull a Kanye West on stage taking Taylor Swift’s glory, as she’s trying to say Latinos don’t care about the white person on stage because Latinos and blacks like me are always near the top of the record charts like high tide

I guess my addiction to win the trophy leaves to me feeling low and weird people out staging the real performers on the special night at the Grammies, not worth having my record skipping like this I rather not be here as I lost again

Just Like Me

I won’t be the groom swept by a broom

Throw me away in the janitor’s room to meet Dr. Simoneaux and others who follow him again in this rap game…want to be just like me

Waiting to kill me because of their insecurities and hatred of this autistic idiot trying to make a living of my rhymes

Not trying to spit on anyone unless they’re in my way

Rappers won’t turn into Dennis Rodman and John Salley when they had a target out for Michael Jordan in the Bad Boy Days…want to be bad, bet you don’t want to be just like me

Sat Michael up and down the floor literately like slices of provolone melted down for cheese steaks...This is what it is like to be just like me

Those two let time pass by and played with Michael, I wish I were so lucky.

These rappers are worried about the wrong thing…not being on top

The new rappers give into guys like Rodman and Salley all the time

Don’t be just like me, if you do you won’t be seen in this line of work for too much longer

Wicked Seeds

I have never taken steroids to help me write; help me rap behind the microphone, period

Steroids would have me rapping on altoids waiting for the needle shots to destroy my vocal cords

Hoping to escape the guilt watching children idolize a crack-head steroid using bigot like me

No Polaroid pictures for the tabloids catching me…sorry

Steroids can’t make me a powerful rapper having a power chest of a writer like Gabe Kapler

Test me for any narcotic or stimulant, still cannot find proof I cheated to make myself a better writer shooting threes striating my shoulders like Isiah Ryder riding trains of 3 point shots

No one wants to consult and hug a bad guy convincing people I’m not the thug I used to be

I’ll be fighting with this tug of war with everybody trying to make a point to get rid of rappers that just talk about booty calls, quick sex, money and jewelry for every bloody dollar I earn

Like many good baseball players want steroids ban in all sports, as some players are accuses of being Brady Anderson hitting 50 hrs once in his career as a one trick pony which I’m far from that

Albert Pujols is five times better than him as a slugger in his prime as I’m a rapper hitting my prime years swinging for every platinum there is, not swinging a baseball wrapped in aluminum foil taking drugs to make me bigger and stronger using the mic for my bat

But being in the profession as I am were always accused of doing something stupid always go back to taking drugs to make a junkie as everybody laughs at me like a donkey who forgot to get his crack sniffed on his nose

But the evil seed I’ve laid down on the ground is not taken shape spreading from one record label to another as Claudia Jimenez did snatching up Adversarial, that two bitten steroid  filled America Ferrera phony 

I still stand by what I’ve said grow evil seeds of peas through the world that people in the music world just can’t comprehend how hard we have things in front of our plates, I’m done., period

Album 9

America

Patriotism should be shot in the eyes for some of the American public

Rumsfeld, thanks to him for giving us a chimp for a president not once but twice

It’s just like white America shows more arrogance on trading high cost software

For an economy running dry and soldiers are fighting for freedom that is not thoroughly understood by the public as they aren’t enough hugs from my people to comfort me in the arm race of America

Patriotism is alive and well with flags on display in the suburbs like Deer Park

You don’t see displays like that at Greater Cincinnati

The national anthem wasn’t to important for our consciousness until September 11, 2001

I had an old friend from high school told me he’s cursed for the rest of his life because his birthday is on 911

Patriotism is alive and well seeing bumper stickers of the confederate flags on display in the suburbs like Bridgetown on the edge of the west side of town

You don’t see displays like that at Greater Cincinnati, or be prepare for the flag to burn up in smoldering controversies of who is real America

As countries around the relish the opportunity to burn anything American to the ground

Six years have passed by as the only good Patriotism is the New England Patriots and the dynasty they have

It’s just like white America shows more arrogance on trading high cost software

For an economy running dry and soldiers are fighting for freedom that is not thoroughly understood by the public as our people are always seemed as black cats hanging around in a white cat neighborhood as they aren’t enough hugs from my people to comfort me in the arm race of America

Is this what Americans want to spread the Red, White, and Blue

We’re having a hard time doing that here in this city anyway

Running on Empty

I’ve met some friends along the way who are open to conversations about subjects I want to talk about feeling like a bus running on empty

But some people are like Lucy Van Pelt sliding the ball away from Charlie Brown as he’s set to kick it away and falls on his back

I still feel like that to from time to time when some people in this society has ill feeling toward you and after a while it isn’t fun anymore…I’m a bus running on empty

It feels like you’re traveling to a beloved pony keg like Braun’s buying a piece of gum on a dime for the last time

I’m going into a profession like Graphic Design when the rap game is done with me with some regret

But life there will go on without me…I’m a bus running on empty

I had my fun in the sunlight, but my car is losing gas and I’m starving like Marvin Harrison looking with his eyes of catching a football, but his arms are too tired to get his arms up and legs falling

I have to hope on having enough gas to get home…I’m a bus running on empty

I’m feeling like Adam Sandler in Happy Gilmore, being tired of being an angry bus running on empty

Always feeling like Charlie Brown with a frown on my face on the back of misery, I’m a bus that is dog gone tired of running on empty

Boogie Anvil

Every time I travel near the Western Roller-Rama, I’m reminded of how poor I skated

I started to practice in the basement every week before meeting Preston, an old childhood friend at the time to the Roller-Rama

Not too long after that, the elementary school had a field trip to Golden Skates in Sharonville which was demolished sometime ago…wishing I had my last skate before the cranes came

I practiced as hard as I could since this was involved with Special Olympics

Then the race started, I felt slow to start like Ray Allen does sometimes when trying to shoot three pointers, but then I started to heat up and get myself in contention to win

The last hour was relatively easy as I controlled my arms to glide with my lower body like Michelle Kwan…as the boogie anvil hits me on contact

I fell short of gold as George won Gold, as I won silver

I had no idea I was that competitive in skating like Rollerball

It felt like a boogie anvil hit me in the face at the disco…I can’t hide my feelings skating with the boogie

Gyro is nothing but a Sandwich

Rib bit…rib it, it’s a frog croaking on a log waiting for flies to lie in its mouth

Cricket…cricket, sing with a rip it…rip it through the night in the low line grass making music with their legs  Clip it with its hind healed legs having swinging…swinging bugs like Hopetty

Dancing…dancing as others are left standing in a ditch eating a gyro like a superhero, proving that a gyro is nothing but a sandwich

An owl hoots through the midnight sky waiting for mice to run from it

Standing on the wall…trying to steal the spotlight having to be tripped by their egos and slip on the floor as Byron Leftwich is better than those bugs before him eating a gyro like a superhero, proving that a gyro is nothing but a sandwich

Sandwiches like that are eaten by witches who are vicious tearing down your confidence

Nobody wants to be treated like that a sandwich or those bugs that made fun of the cricket

Mold yourself and wash away the residue of dirt full of bugs for the last time just eating a gyro like a superhero, proving that a gyro is nothing but a sandwich

Everyone is a hero like Robin hood for the animals in the forest in the midnight sky, but I’m only a slug waiting for a friend to give me stitches after a snail tried to hit me in the eye after stealing the same gyro sandwich I was eating hitching a ride from another slug trying to get away from a Carabidae fighting with the owl earlier

 I’m stuck wondering which one am I

Pop the question

If my girlfriend Tatiana would ask me to marry her…I would accept it

Would I be able to give up my last name…yes, thinking about the future?

Relying that, life bring it’s barriers and wondering if the wild card flipped as the temptation of trying the knot like a pretzel seems to state the obvious

Will I marry you Tatiana and what’s is the reason to marry you

Does my personality coordinate with you?

Or am I just being Ludacris and Manson to find new meaning of chicken and thighs!

Tatiana’s luscious raven black hair, cinnamon buns,  your warm apple pie belly like a teddy bear, your slightly rounded hamburger buns and her peach yogurt doesn’t attract me to her…of course I’m lying because I’m so nervous

My heart says who I’m attracted to…I want to give her the ring now

As the telephone rings has lies of me written on all over it

I wonder to myself, did I give her equal share of me or did I have other motives to stop a blooming relationship Tatiana

I don’t want to break it off…before she begins to worry about how much I love her

I hope she won’t throw a vase at me because I’m ready to give her the answer as she’s going to pop the question to you Tatiana…as you’re pregnant with child number 2

I cried as a sour patch kid as you said yes!

Rites of Passage

I’m not a fan of golf, unless it’s women’s golf when Asian golfers and Happy Hernandez who is the Lorena Ochoa of today making competition tougher on the typical golfers that dominate the sport early this century

But commentators just comment how beautiful and smart they are and seldom mention of how they played during a tournament and win…looking for an American golfer to hit eagle on the fare way off the back 9, where are the American’s at?

If you’re a fan of golf, the change is underway but not just by one woman, but several have different styles of approach to making par and staying away from double or triple bogey

In the past the best golfer I saw was Nancy Lopez, and then it was Judy Inskter, onto Annika Sorrenstam winning seemingly on every weekend almost 45 to 60 years ago… looking for an American golfer to hit eagle on the fare way off the back 9, where are the American’s at?

The passage way to the fairways may come faster now with Michelle Wie, Angela Park, and other Asian golfers want to see and feel what winning tournaments mean here in America and throughout the world and still trying not to have feelings of holding the world’s burden on to themselves

But all of those golfers are trying to show us there are more beautiful than a bunker…their ladies of sophistication and class… looking for an American golfer to hit eagle on the fare way off the back 9, where are the American’s at?

But in a sense, they already feel like they belong with Danielle “Huckleberry Hound” Owens now being the Paula “Pink Panther” Creamer as Beatrice Ordonez is the Lorena Ochoa of today

With thoughts of winning with grace like Laurie Davis and not make all other competitors jealous

There’s a double bogey and a triple bogey in this ripple effect as the ball glides through the wind to the 9^th fairway… looking for an American golfer to hit eagle on the fare way off the back 9, where are the American’s at?

Wishful Thinking

If I could Change the world I would dispose the need use of trees to produce the letterpress

I love reading like business people do, but reading loads of nothing isn’t fun when you have ink running onto your hands…no hope to ink as the shrinking of news media is as dead as celluloid, trees to be cut to make reading fun on the newspapers

Why are environmentalist like my brother-in-law care for trees and pollution more than the government does?

By limiting distribution of new technology as times have changed, not fast enough to control global warming as the pollution air grows out of control for children today

Having ink smears all over my hands dealing with the smog is the last thing I need during the morning heat…no hope to ink as the shrinking of news media is as dead as celluloid, trees to be cut to make reading fun on the newspapers

I have a computer at home to read articles from the internet, but things would be lovely if the newspapers weren’t thrown at my front door to the point it came close to shattering the front door

Maybe newspapers like Cincinnati Enquirer are fighting the computer corporations to salvage tree supply for themselves

In the middle of high cost for keeping the corporation and jobs on steady ground

And reading about lay-offs doesn’t change what I think what’s wrong with the Eco-Systems we live in today…no hope to ink as the shrinking of news media is as dead as celluloid, trees to be cut to make reading fun on the newspapers

Speaking of computers, the palm organizer is great for scheduling plans with my I-Pod in hand

A chip that’s delivered on my front door has membership fees, or MP3 so I can have unlimited access to the newspapers site, so I don’t have to wait for information and work I have to do like some people did for their iPhone…no hope to ink as the shrinking of news media is as dead as celluloid, trees to be cut to make reading fun on the newspapers

Then the Enquirer would be forced to keep up with customers’ demands and stop culling down our tress and start geeing with the program…the newspaper is recycled

Bloody Teeth

I’m going…going…gone back to a flashback as I’m watching Antonio Tarver knock out Roy Jones, Jr

It started in the ninth grade, I was laughed at how I talked and handled myself

There was a bully in Gym; he was as big as my second oldest brother

During a practice dribble, I fantasized being Penny Hardaway but looking like Matthew Perry as Chandler on “Friends,” and fell on my feet as peers questioned my toughness

The net day I threw a ball directly at him after he used my shoulder for a resting post of a coat

Anger made me an idiot fighting him as three off my teeth ere chipped and almost had my left cheek busted on the spot of blood was filing out of me in the changing area mats of the gym left me in shame to know what’s going to happen to me

Not only I had to get my teeth repaired, I was suspended for a while,

The worst would soon follow, so of his boys set me up to sit in a specific table in the lunchroom as someone thinking someone was Kevin Brown in his circle threw a green apple at my left knee. I was feeling sore like Craig Biggio getting hit by a fastball had my knee swollen for three weeks trying to keep the swelling don was just as bad as having my teeth ripped out

Almost every fight I had in the past was either started by me, or simmering anger from previous actions has you overwhelm with anger as retaliation sets in

I found myself remembering watching a fight at downtown is I almost ran into a pole

But at the very last minute now, I have to take extensive care of my teeth with every new filing for the next every two years for the rest of my life

Still to this day I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson and try to walk away without feeling pain

Kids out here like me that went to school, think before you re-act to the action and you won’t have drills waiting to drill up your mouth like sinkholes waiting for tar to fill it up

The Passenger

You’re my passenger

Time to ride out to the sunset like Robin Yount

You have to attack your fright tonight

Forgive the slick terrain on this road trip

This could be a perfect night if you’re flying like a bat…you’re my passenger

Gliding to seize the night and prey down your strongest adversities

Like when daylight breaks melting the vampire

There’s nowhere for this controversial vigilante like me keeps a record of everyone with my Atlas until it’s time to show the world that I’m not the cause of all the problems in this town literally and figuratively like Batman…you’re my passenger

Along with you as my passenger, you have no idea about the sadness & misery that makes me who I am

But there’s no help for bad people and real villains spreading black ice throughout the city

This city is loaded with bullies and villains like Joker, Poison Ivy and Two Face asking to be mace and shoved in a poker table on their back because they behave like no one slapped them with common sense

I bet you seen enough for one night being my passenger…enjoy the dark ride of your life

Will you keep my identity secret so the police and the media won’t identify me?

Thanksgiving for a Rebel

Why should I stuff my face after the Indians tried to make peace with the Pilgrims as million died later during the Oklahoma Trail of Tears…Gobble, Gooble time as a rebel celebrating in Thanksgiving

They were killed to colorized reservations as the settlers traded for gold to bring in more slaves after the British forbid it…Gobble, Gooble time as a rebel celebrating in Thanksgiving

If I weren’t for this build-up to kill a turkey I would have been a vegetation and do nothing for the next four days on this holiday bloating myself on Macaroni and Cheese, sweet potatoes and stuffing to gain ten pounds…Gobble, Gooble time as a rebel celebrating Thanksgiving

As it becomes harder to fit my pants with these hips so wide

This was how thanksgiving is for us today

I won’t pass the turkey and see all of you in Arlington, Texas and Detroit every thanksgiving

Gobble…Gobble…Gobble…rub my big belly of delight killing another bird this year, yummy!

If I weren’t for this build-up to kill a turkey I would have been a vegetation and do nothing for the next four days on this holiday bloating myself on Macaroni and Cheese, sweet potatoes and stuffing to gain ten pounds…always having nightmares of being the family turkey, wishing I was beef jerky on this day Gobble…Gobble…Gobble

Rap-o-holic

I’m on a run like Dunn hitting sliders to Nunn Drive as the other Dunn runs through open holes to the end zone…can’t stop chopping through the mouth

I’m not hot as a freshly baked bun, but I still have fun in the humid sun

People put down your guns so we can learn how to live within our means so we won’t lean on hopes of revenge every time anyone defames us

For me lyrically, literally and politically to receiving melancholy returns

I don’t want that for everyone to experience, we don’t need to feel like a woodpecker smashing its beak the wrong way because we’re drinking Rap-alcohol in excess is everyone’s lifestyle

Yuppies in America wants to live as cultures around the world idolized us and despise us as corruption begins denouncing all other cultures social fabrication

Mediating rap-alcoholics warrants a SSI check in the State of Ohio, how low the government of the state’s going to go to catch a DUI, DWI leads up to vehicular homicide and domestic violence

The Castrol of rap-alcoholics is fueling up like real alcohol does as some people look at us heading to town wondering when the obsession is over before we stop searching for the next bottle

Space

Why every time I’ll interview for a job, employers looking at me are skeptical of the reasons I’m looking for a job…seems I’m lost in space within

My beard is groomed, but the employers asking me would I want to be shaved completely because they don’t want anyone looking like they’re leaders of a motorcycle gangs or a thug

They’re should be some space to breath when your meeting the employers, it felt like all the breath I had was sucked to dry like pennies trying to grab the bottom of a sofa gasping for air

I’m feeling lost in space when I see fellow employees to be told, “No Piercing, no band-aids, no caprice and no long hair.”

I’m feeling like Rickey Henderson, leaving one place that was good to work for, then going to an unsatisfactory place, then end up in a job that means little or nothing to me except the money that comes in and boredom runs through my face as fellow employees are looking at me and se the word boredom on my right cheek as on the left cheek says desperate for money for some free space.

Space is limited in the work force as it is, how can something like a beard or hair will not only affect my status for the job, but which department I would end up working for…seems I’m lost in space within

I feel like a rain cloud trying to free myself from the sunny clouds that are trying to talk to me

What’s left, time to find another classified ads for another job in the space

What if I were the mayor of Cincinnati…

If I were mayor…the SORTA bus system changes have been a success to many rich people in the Cincinnati area; especially the people that don’t depend on the bus system to help the city pay with these guys.

If I were mayor…the bus system in our area also goes by the name of SORTA and claims to be a “non-profit” organization that asked the city council for over two million dollars for their upkeep.    Now costing 4 dollars for fare on weekdays and weekends everywhere I go, and a quarter or two for a transfer within city limits has me being sucked dry by SORTA’s venom.  For a non-profit business, someone is making some big league profits; a wannabe Donald Trump!!

If I were mayor…We would model after bigger cities like Baltimore, Chicago, New York, Washington D. C., Los Angeles, and Atlanta; just to name a few that are strapped for cash like our city, have found ways to support more than one transportation system.  

Everything in the Cincinnati area is to be disapproved by the citizens by throwing away our votes, as the proposal for keeping the old system.  This is not Sonic X; we can’t be any age we want as the city stands still, no wonder why Mark Twain wanted to find and poke fun of the Queen City because the unchanged life here kept him young in the fountain of youth.   Why the Queen City is is so afraid of change, or kids that dye their hair purple, or have rings in their noses?  The proposal for light rail always seemed to be a 35 foot prayer shot to win a basketball game; because our citizens love to conserve, not convert on problems that block the poor to ride on SORTA and having a new social class, middle class park & ride, please!!

If I were mayor…The cost of the changes would have been and inexpensive for Hamilton County, but a benefit for other nearby Counties which is why it failed and basically are Mr. Krab’s want to be people behind the corporate clothes they wear going to work.   This would have been the best thing for all people that used SORTA, and for the ones that needed the service for special occasions.  Now that the price of gas is hovering around three dollars a gallon like it is 2008 all over again, a dollar for a bullet train sounds good.  Not to mention the cost of parking downtown and at a meter in the city, and the wear and tear of the automobile!! The poor citizens of Cincinnati can rejoice in the fact that Travis Johnson will no longer be the mayor of this city...as I’m the candidate would take his place.

I won’t leave the Queen City paralyzed like venom; at least I’m not providing them with my fangs and sucking on mice leaving the city dry

The cost of gas that people must pay in order to get around in the city or suburbia is close to the cost of a Latte, or Frappucino!!  The money that is being used is for almost nothing but scenery, I love scenery as much as the next person, but the time spent on the bus can amount to about ten –fifteens hours a week.  I can use that time doing my homework, or going to the gym…being the mayor without much care in the world, not leaving the Queen City paralyzed like venom, at least I’m not providing them with my fangs and sucking on mice leaving the city dry

Call it SORTA, act like the poor aren’t affected by the bus route changes that leaves them stranded and are very lazy. With the laziness, people don’t need to travel to place to place and thinking we wouldn’t notice what’s happening with our services. Maybe it would be cheaper to keep the higher change in a bank so you can have the poor rob the system for the wealthy.  If the wealthy did the stealing of tax dollars, SORTA rather prefer to have their close friends to keep their routes as the poor look for scraps…If I were the mayor , not leaving the Queen City paralyzed like venom, at least I’m not providing them with my fangs and sucking on mice leaving the city dry

An English philosopher Jonathan Swift who was swift like a crane lift in “A Modest Proposal” written in 1729 was based on the escalation of poor Irish children being born to mothers that were not being supported by their fathers near the country grounds. The situation and the tone was almost the same in the SORTA proposal, “After all, I am not so violently bent upon my own opinion as to reject any offer proposed by wise men, which shall be found equally innocent, cheap, easy and effectual.” Unlike Swift, whose proposal would have affected the number of children that lived in poverty by eliminating by death, SORTA basically wrote a proposal that would have crippled the poor, the helpless, and the gluttony.  Swift sounds like a crazed individual, unlike the current citizens in our city that ad the old and invisible rich people by way of privatizing school programs, and the recreation centers...leaving the Queen City paralyzed like venom, at least I’m not providing them with my fangs and sucking on mice leaving the city dry

If I were mayor…this will be a relief for everyone that was re-routed with the new and improved bus routes that decreased the number of busses by combining routes.  Busses from the Westside now go to the Eastside and from North to South, but for the scenery is all the same a dark sunny day in the travel of Cincinnati…A mayor to be like myself will have far more work to do bringing the Queen City from the ashes of bad decisions like Mark Twain always doing making jokes about Cincinnati, what a joke

The Taurasi Show

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you beat guys like Ben Gordon in H.O.R.S.E

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you can score 30 points a game, but scoring 50 is easy in your sleep on a Nike spaceship in Uranus

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you stick your tongue out like Jordan in the 2007 WNBA finals, as the Shock fans bow down to your name

You have a little Taurasi in you…stealing the basketball out of my nose

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you block like a brute and glide to the basket making your friends jealous

You have a little Taurasi in you… when shooting 3-point shots are just a breeze in the wind of your hair

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you think the Sparks head coach should be fired if there team lost one game, with a honest half-hearted laugh

You have a little Taurasi in you…stick your leg out on the 3-point like Oscar winner Reggie Miller used to do drawing fouls back in the day

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you go to the baseline for the basket falling to the floor begging for a foul like Manu Ginobili…ouch

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you make fade away shots like Kobe Bryant does in regular bases making opposing coaches sea sick on the box

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you show your joy and excitement in winning and keep a level head in defeat

You have a little Taurasi in you…think you can dance like Lil’ Wayne, but can only dance like Kanye West after the 2009 finals like she did

You have a little Taurasi in you…when you like to get the spotlight off for a teammate

You have a little Taurasi in you…when your personality lights all of us as a team

Someday I hope my daughters Amanda and Penelope are talented as Taurasi was in the decades to come…I enjoy watching them dribbling a basketball with their small selves

Not in our rink

Raising the Stanley Cup shows determination and the joy of another season coming to a close

But teams like the Calgary Flames and the Colorado Avalanche with their high powered offense and checking near the box always come and go trying to sip their dreams onto the cup thinking they’re the best team in the league since USSR,…you’re not winning game on our rink like the Pittsburgh Penguins did in 2009 no matter how many players like Sidney Crosby you got to infect slap shot disease to the other players on your team on the ice, our defense is the perfect antidote to stomp you guys in the sink

You guys have no idea how tough and intimidating we look outside the rink, the best hockey on the ice isn’t played in our rink, it doesn’t how many cross checking penalties and fighting majors they draw on us, they’re always smother like brie on roast beef melt fast by our heat and desire to beat teams like them all the time…you’re not winning game on our rink like the Pittsburgh Penguins did in 2009 no matter how many players like Sidney Crosby you got to infect slap shot disease  to the other players on your team on the ice, our defense is the perfect antidote to stomp you guys in the sink

Teams think our rink is a deathtrap like Madison Square Garden, they’re correct, when we’re not on top of our game, our fans will let us know about it and fuel up like Paul Kariya and Chris Pronger and start scoring and hitting left and right no matter how many times they’re centers and defensemen start to grab us onto our jersey and slash us at the legs…you’re not winning game on our rink like the Pittsburgh Penguins did in 2009 no matter how many players like Sidney Crosby you got to infect slap shot disease  to the other players on your team on the ice, our defense is the perfect antidote to stomp you guys in the sink

When the whistle blows with the red lights going off showed those teams that no matter what you guys wanted to do, no one can beat us in our rink, stop thinking you can as the clock struck zero in the sink

Our rink is where all great offenses and dreams die like the Edmonton Oilers dynasty as all of us are the nastiest hockey players scrapping like the Broad Street bullies in 1974

Fusion

Florida…Florida…is ripped like an orange, and bites like an alligator

The trees, the weather, and seeing all the people out with roller-skates and shoes walking about at Daytona Beach on my mind

The air and humidly gives me a cleaner state of mind compare being back home at Cincinnati

No allergic reaction to this traction as potatoes can stain my thoughts like a fraction of moisture grazing on a ripened tomato by the humid sunlight

Ohio where I’m from is hot for eating Mexican food from Don Pablo’s, as Florida is like Sushi from Behnihana

Ohio is hostile as Florida makes even the anxious of people calm

The clubs down here are rich in culture, languages and class here in this nightlife compare to Cincinnati new clubs open the close six months later leaving everyone trying to find something constructive to do during the weekend is almost pointless to work during the week since there’s nothing else to look forward to

I feel like the Miami Fusion in the old days when leeches start scratching up my skin like Brian Leetch when I swim in these salty waters.

The only thing to worry about is finding love and feeling the sunburn when the tide comes through the feelings of fusion from this heat I can’t hide…until I come back to Cincinnati and fin a city trying to find itself

Instant Death

It’s a cold end of life that takes a toll on this old body that makes me moldy like wheat bread

My mother’s been dead for a while, along with my brothers, seeing my nieces and nephews becoming parents themselves is a beautiful thing to see

I’m trying not to reflect on parenthood, I had chances years ago before my name “Venomace” would die with the rap business

Now seeing the shy coal wrinkled face maybe for the final time as hell awaits me on the other side

I can finally relax and have some good and bad flashbacks

Life was worth it, even though knowing there are many regrets and blemishes on my life

Reality bites hard, but having one more day to live is a blessing and I won’t let this day go by when I was a young man who had some promise to live a good life and let it slip away from me

I’ll be sitting at Mt. Echo Park on the new bench seeing the skyline of Cincinnati for the last time if anyone cares to see me for the last time as I’m eating a 100 Grand candy bar in the autumn sun waving good bye to the Flake Flam Famine

Miracles

On a dreary afternoon as flurries turn onto a small time blizzard not like from Dairy Queen either

The true test for my team was how to stop Marshall Faulk in this cold

The game started in a finesse fashion of tug-of –war felt like the Berlin Wall affair hoping a miracle of events would stop the thickening clouds from coming ahead

With that said, hanging on to the ball was difficult as it is with so many players hurting their ankles like I did to start the 2^nd quarter

I felt so disheartened watching the game from the bench

Faulk’s team were flying over the field with their quarterback throwing like Marc Bulger as it look like snow didn’t really hampered his grip giving them the 14-0

The score stood the same until one of our db’s intercepted a pass for a 68yd touchdown as the 3^rd quarter expired

But bad news hit us in the face, the interceptor left the game coming up lame on a cart with a torn hamstring

Both teams were dealing with frostbite through our hands as cold sweat began to dry cracking our faces

In spite this, our quarterback was playing like Warren Moon and Peyton Manning, seeing wide receivers open and made good screen passes for the running back as the comeback began as the score was 35-30 with three minutes left to go

The other team still had some tricks left on their sleeves, with 40 seconds left as the play clock went down to 10 seconds, the quarterback handed the ball to the running back trying to get the first down at the 13^th yard line on third down, our defense held them to negative yardage

4^th down was critical since they were planning a “Hail Mary” all the safeties and the corners would have to cover those wide receivers at the end-zone except me. I was the left cornerback and I really wanted to get on the field, I can only hope a miracle can stop them from stealing this game away from us…it did

The quarterback threw a “Hail Mary” like Jim Harbaugh, unlike that day, the db’s saw it coming and batted the ball on the ground so the receivers wouldn’t have the chance to try to get it out of this frostbitten air as the crowd roared on to victory

I wish my miracle came to play the rest of the game…it didn’t

But I’m happy that my teammates found their miracles in this snow.

Album 10

Hip-H’Opera

Hip-Hop is an art form

Not a dart being thrown out by competitors in the Great Western Forum

A Sweetart candy is sour to the mouth, sucking to reach sweetness is not as good as hip-hop was in an opera to my lungs drinking Dr. Pepper by a straw to reach emptiness never getting the last drop from the bottom of my cup

If it were true, I’ll fart with pleasure of my armpits like in Bart Simpson making fun of Mr. Skinner from behind as the opera of my life continues on

So many parts of me love the new hip-hop beats A Sweetart candy is sour to the mouth, sucking to reach sweetness is not as good as hip-hop was in an opera to my lungs drinking Dr. Pepper by a straw to reach emptiness never getting the last drop from the bottom of my cup

By my heart still can’t believe the vulgarity that men like me say on records about women referring them only by name based on attractive body parts

I’m not to smart, especially with issues like this

But I rather be a super shopper in a cart winning money for the grocery like a show I grew up with was then let all bad things surrounding hip-hop rain on me like a storm changing my posture, my demeanor and my wardrobe to just fit in

A Sweetart candy is sour to the mouth, sucking to reach sweetness is not as good as hip-hop was in an opera to my lungs drinking from the bottom of my cup as the record of the opera over played and burned out as I want to sing my art form so loud I want to break the glass of Dr. Pepper by a straw falling of my hands to reach emptiness never getting the last drop of too much day time television

The playground

I remember when I was younger going to the playground at Reading Road

There was a picture of me trying to be like Michael Jackson when I was three years old with my oldest brother holding my hand

There was a big slide, a teeter-totter and monkey bars

On the hill below to the left was a basketball court you would find in the heart of New York, but with an elevated pool attached on to the inside basketball courts and the recreational center

Kids like me used to play on it all the time, not much violence around as parents build an understanding with others around the neighborhood

But where’s the activity of the children gone today

The older I am, more likely children don’t make it outside after school and band practice playing video games, toys, television as some work

The playground is calling the children, but they neglect the calls like they broke something valuable avoid a but whooping that comes after the denials losing the communication that is attached to fitness

I remember the playground was the place to relax: parents now don’t really restrict personal activity as I walk or ride passed them as the playground is nothing more then sand and a spinning top

The playground I knew and love is no more

Waste of Holidays

Kwanzaa…Kwanzaa

A beautiful holiday for blacks in America, but why does the candles look like a manure for Chanukah

The candle should be an open pyramid with a circle in the middle with a black rim on the outside as the inside would have all the country flags painted in to light up the holiday…what a waste of a holiday

The plans for this celebration was rushed since Kwanzaa became an official holiday in 1967

Sixty years later, why isn’t the Nation of Islam telling our people to fix our principles so Americans aren’t copying our former allies the Jews, and we don’t want to cause more tension that’s already there because of Professor Cliff non sense among other reason to modify the concept of this holiday… what a waste of a holiday!

But I still take advantage of this Christmas vacation since I don’t celebrate the holiday anymore either

Professor Cliff non ruffled up the people of the manure as I did in my early years and still paying for it with lumps of coal by Santa Claus as our candle should show how united we are as people, but with Cliff and I bringing attention to the manure instead of our business still is a dividing line for all people who are the same, but have different religions has some of us still clutching the bible on the hips as an NFL playbook to live our lives based on the non recording past what a waste of a holiday

Understanding the holiday is not the point, but always living off of rules can’t influence me to hibernate and forget all of the holiday of the candles all together… not a waste of a holiday as I always thought having a holiday to ourselves

Better keep your eyes ready

It’s a must win or I’ll bust the bubble of my lust because I lost my focus

Punching an Everlast punching bag as hard John Henderson likes to get slapped up on his face before the games start

I feel the sweating pores soaking my face like acid rain landing on the windshield on flooded waters

Angers swirls in my head as thoughts of my opponent had me rattled to knock him out like Floyd Mayweather

My strategy to knock him out involved my left jab and the upper cut

It was simple, until he found my weakness…blocking from my right hand

“Better keep your eyes ready” I told myself so the opponent won’t take advantage and not see ketchup cuts up open wounds of blood running down my face with this broken nose

Now I know what a broken nose is like seeing Steve Nash had the nose that would stop leaking, as Sue Bird’s nose always run into elbows…three times like she did. If I were so lucky, this would be the third time breaking my nose…but the second time in this ring was the last thing on my mind

I felt that everyone was against me on this night for some reason

I wanted to strangle someone…anyone or myself to get the adrenaline out of me

But the strategy was finally working; I kept punching as I was fantasizing the end of this battle Chubb Rock was all over my head

His song was all the motivation I needed to calm down, don’t worry about the punch, worry about the punches near the abdomen you can land with high velocity

I won the battle, swollen lip like Jose Luis Castillo, on this night; I can raise my gloves up high remembering a good fight the opponent gave me

But I’ll regret this broken right cheekbone for a while…I probably can’t smile for a week and keep my eyes ready for the next fight to come

Checkmate

The chess match a life time took place for me several years ago

A girl who liked me and at the same time is cocky enough to hate me like I was Terrell Owens in her eyes

I felt the same about her; she’s like Diana Taurasi except she wouldn’t even dare stick her tongue at my expense with her laughing at me how rich, beautiful and smarter than I

Of course, I had a very good Idea she was planning ways of kicking of the throne on this board after you threw my pawns in the dungeon of your mind…oh you!!

I moved by bishop up so it would take her longer to get to my rooks if I could help it

But at the same time, you knew I was a fool lured into playing your game as my bishop was waiting to kill your Queen…I though I found my way out of her maze, but she moved her left knight and moved her bishops over as I moved the right knight over and left my right rook open to be taken

I had the chills looking at her as she was pretty as Lindsay Lohan of her era, with glass was beginning to be a masterminded distraction for me

She knew I was going to cave into that smile with those green eyes like lime as the words “checkmate was written all over her forehead.

But then hopes for me to get checkmate were alive when her bishop was left to die, but the knight of hers took a valuable pawn away

This was becoming a bloody was as I fought to get my queen back on the chessboard

We lost pawns, knights and everything in between

I finally was going to end the match by having her king cornered, but the bishop was left stranded gasping for air and was kicked away

The queen of hers was put in line to check the king by blowing my rook away as the king had to move slowly out of harm’s way

On the next move for her was a grave error coming, she sporadically moved her knight out to my king after I managed to get a bishop and rook back in play two moves earlier after the Queen returned.

The knight was so close to the bishops firing range, she begged to herself hoping I wouldn’t see it, but I did and her knight wouldn’t rise anymore after the right bishop was done with it

This forced her queen to retreat

She knew she won after that, but not before her queen was killed by the rook after she managed to kill my knight and bishops for good this time

The only thing was left was our beating hears of empathy, sadness, anguish and harsh feelings as the match was a stalemate

I was okay with it, but she wasn’t at all as she shook my hand with glee that she thought she made the match easier for her…she couldn’t have been so wrong this time

There was something in her eyes that day remembering how much younger we were competing for your father’s affection for gratification around the classroom, the local library or anywhere I saw her

There were some feelings for one another

I wanted to kiss you to show you how badly I want to be with a girl that will always challenge me regardless what it is

At the same time…I couldn’t stand you acting like she was the queen being so cocky

But she left the table of the match feeling the same way too; I could tell how badly she wanted to beat me

It was hard to see the match end as I never had the chance to beat cornered her in the check box

The Enigma Comeback

Look who’s back changing your channel on the television…where is the enigma of V comeback, jack

The enigma rhymes with Nygna…remember him; he couldn’t shove me in the magma

My riddles of confusion wiped the floor with him like a peanut butter bridle being smashed into Rob Dibbles mouth

Prepare for dimples to rise up with evil delight as the enigma has returned for ultimate revenge on all of you who soaked up all my air to dry after I quit, you should have fired me right here to the agony stop me Mr. Fowl…where is the enigma comeback, jack

…where is the enigma V comeback, jack waiting for you to slay the bats inside rappers minds

He was demented and insane losing his belly to his true love in life, beer

Can someone throw a wrench in these hallways to shut him up?

But he insisted on giving me my own medicine, another riddle

I rather have the odds stack against me in solving the riddle to stick myself in riddle road on the middle of nowhere at the park is on this dead end street giving no outlets to plug up this riddle until on a needle and found the riddle “no matter what wrench you work with, it will squeak as a wheel on a dolly cart. Speaking of that, why weren’t you at work for the big open house last weekend…?”

Then I saw an exclamation point on the back of the riddle and it said this, “You have to be a moron to not see your enigmatic self be able to see this riddle coming …where the enigma comeback is, jack

Have your bats swirled all over me like Kraft Macaroni and Cheese spirals on a webcam dial; the enigma is making a comeback with the big V on my chest,

Sit Down

May I have all attention on me?

This is the real Venomace…you V want to be’s sit down and watch the real Flake Flam Famine at work with the canvas in a microphone for a gun in my hand

I’m the teacher her and the time to learn from V or you’ll be dinking and dunking my venom

You’re the students waiting for me to scream at you like Dennis Green and Bill Parcells

Please sit yourselves down

“No!!”

I’m ordering all of you to sit down or face your punishment

“No! Sylvester we have a problem here…of course V, it’s you

You never heard of a black man writing so eloquently under direst trying to get these children to behave is a stressful job like keeping my rap career stable like a 85 page report getting stabled for the fifth time

Explicates hang over my head like Brian Marchant trying to show you how to behave, but there’s another spitball being thrown at and more groping I would see in a porn film

It’s so hard to get these kids to sit down before their sat down to ISS or OSS if they’re lucky so I won’t have to see what they have planned for each other

Why do the good kids trying to take up on my lead have to suffer the lost of education because so of their peers love to show how stupid they are…but they’re not

If this was a song, I would be sued form the FCC, parents and fans everywhere telling children to do one thing like zombies, and then they become vampires looking to take down any control I have over them and bite my neck off with the V in your heads

Speaking of parents, I’m giving all of you a writing assignment on why are your children are so bad when I’m the teacher in the classroom?

This is the real Venomace reporting as the V night is here and all rappers like Oh 31 can’t stop the V disease

It’s a man’s world

Women… I treat women like their princesses or Queens

Not mistresses that are waiting for me for currency

Hold the door…It’s a man’s world

Have them first in line on the bus…It’s a man’s world

Pay for most of the food, movies and groceries when I have the money……It’s a man’s world

Even when their some women that spread the truth of how men have treated them badly and assume the worst of men… I can live with that

I don’t mind if females are the majority in a corporation

But be objective instead of being subjective like the men I’ve worked with have been

I still wonder why men regard their loved one as a bitch looking for the man to become into deep

Doesn’t get his way, slaps her in the face like she was a witch inching for lust of love making being tamed by a leash so she can’t run away from potential components of domestic violence& realizes being called bitch doesn’t reflect love…It’s a man’s world

It reflects on mental, and emotional violence, looking half naked in a work place opens the questions…Are there more reasons for women to hate us men collectively

I treat women like a treasure chess loaded with pastry

I want to caress her stomach, understand her background, try to find a mental bond before the intertwine of love begins to infest us two as one solid entity and try not to rush the love we may share and make…It’s a man’s world

I don’t want other men to look at me funny

Because I would want the love of my life to have as much control of the relationship

At lease I won’t feel bad being a man in a man’s world

Because their aren’t men like me around anymore

I let my manners speak for myself before anything else…It’s a man’s world

Women are a treasure that won’t wait to love a better man like a pastry waiting to be eaten quickly

The women don’t have to accept bitch as a last resort to find a man who doesn’t deserve to have a lady, they’re not girls either

Women lash out how they have been oppressed by men…It’s a man’s world

How would I deal if I was on the bottom? Women are trying to find the perfect partner

But why we men look scared to be eloquent and show women how much we revere and respect them

This is why women are confused trying to empower themselves wrongly saying bitch to their girlfriends…It’s a man’s world

And men like ourselves are slammed down like Denny when we have the itch to say bitch to them

The dictionary describes bitch as a female dog…or have we forgot about that

Women and girls don’t look like bitches barking at you

It’s a cold time of confusion for the sexes in the hypocrisy of society in a man’s world

The Rain Man

Son of a Bitch…Son of a bitch!!

If you know someone like J-Mac or seen Dustin Hoffman’s character in Rain Man, you’ll have an understanding where I’m going with this one…well; here he’ll try to explain himself

His mother was told by my doctors he would amount to nothing

Always limited socializing with freaky rituals

He’ll admit he still has a problem with things of that nature as my hearing is sometimes abysmal to say the lease

Throwing fits and nearly have been kicked out in ever school I went including a profound letter that almost lead to a restraining order

Yes he’s done that, trying to change my evil ways is harder than it looks making everyone’s problem his own

The Rain Man won’t give up on anything that he wants to do while still giving his time to children that need him in Stepping Stones

Someday in some places he acts so well he can walk and talk with the rest of the world as if the world was with him watching him, talking to him and listening to what he has to say

The head in this story is me, not Venomace the rapper, but the real parson

The person you revere to hate is Autistic. So I hope there are more Rain Men to talk to about our pain and struggles with the ordeals of life as we know it to be like the real Rain Man did…R.I.P

Dr. Simoneaux

Oh no…please don’t call the doctor

Especially, Dr. Simoneaux, his treatments are like Child’s Play with these antibiotics going crazy out of my skull like he was the host of Tales of the Crypt as I was becoming his Frankenstein…that awful monster for a doctor

He keeps giving these needles to flame out of a nuclear power with this uncontrollable force hanging on my head giving migraines up to no end having strapped like Doogie Houser

His feels like the new electric chair of Halloween as I’m prepare to wake with fear scaring the ghouls and goblins silly…you awful monster of a doctor

Looking at everyone run as far as they can with all the candies being dropped on the cold sidewalk, with a full moon up in the sky

I thought the horrible night would end, but Dr. Simoneaux sent his bionic Werewolves to come after me…you awful monster of a doctor

I’m cornered and I feel like Knuckles, I pray to make it out of this fight with the wolves alive kick all of their butts like Slick Rick and big Daddy Kane with my ghostly rhymes; you swell with fear when you see the Frankenstein electrifying your plans jarring your watts like a Duracell battery

You can touch his prowess…don’t ever have Dr. Simoneaux as a doctor

No Complaints

Closing time has struck “curtains.”

Closing down the memories of the V everyone thought they knew and hated

Closing down an impossible dream of turning my rhymes to ice cream of winning

Look and see through my pain as the clock struck midnight in this show of I done it

I’ve been through this before in this business, hope people will forget my name circulating the newsrooms on bulletin board material…probably not

I left the rap game far worst when I found it

At least I can walk upright with dignity and style like LL Cool J and Jay-Z

Instead of being shot like Tupac, I feared that proposition for a long time

I remember watching LL Cool J videos before speaking my first words at 4 years old, I felt like I was part of the video acting as “Bad” as he did

I want to fade out like Phil Collins and come back swinging like Twista, but the run I had using the microphone seems to be over as I retire swiftly like Hakeem Olajuwon

I’m saying to all of the fans who still love rap and poetry as I do, I’ll pay all of you a must needed adieu…adieu

I’ll rock on solo before I see all of you watching me bow out for the next person to come and rock your music world and hope no V’s come to wipe me out in the Queen City

The price was wrong

Funny how strange things happen as fast as a fast-break…don’t blink

For example, my father and his new girlfriend at the time 10 years ago won tickets for not the Women’s’ National title game, but the practice that proceeded it paying $200 dollars for sporting event that used to be $45…I’m not paying the cost of sports of sorts ad nobody cares about sports in porkopolis

All Queen City sports fans know nothing to watch and embrace in the winter time when the Bengals season ends usually before New Year’s Eve. Why? There aren’t enough basketballs to go around, especially involving the growth of women’s basketball in the Queen City. Cincinnati natives like Connecticut Huskies star Mel Thomas and star to be in the WNBA K.C. Sharp learned how to play against the best in a little C compare to Columbus, and Cleveland. …I’m not paying the cost of sports of sorts’ ad nobody cares about sports in porkopolis

Why do I bring this up, Ohio State has become a recruiting ground for talent like the all-time scorer in American Basketball League and WNBA Katie Smith, and future star center in the making Jantel Lavender when buckeye hoops was blazing through the nets back in the day. …I’m not paying the cost of sports of sorts ad nobody cares about sports in porkopolis

  You don’t hear too much about the stars playing in U.C. and the Muskies of X because there not the big cash gaining in sports compare to worrying about the Reds. The last time I checked, they have not been to the playoffs since the mid 1990’s, nonetheless were competitive to end the 2006 season and have opportunities to be competitive since 2000, and were cheated from the playoffs one year earlier when the team was managed by “Traitor” Jack McKeon. The Bengals on the other hand might be false gold if all we know after all these years of failure and the only report about basketball was when Debbie Merrill transferred to Ohio State after have issues with the UC woman’s coach in my father’s day…I’m not paying the cost of sports of sorts ad nobody cares about sports in porkopolis

I was so excited to see Somnorie Owens who was the Ticha Pentacheiro of her day at Nebraska and Heather Zeppelin who was the Chamique Holdsclaw of her day at UCLA practice for the final four

I was so wrong and heartbroken at the same time, not only I didn’t see them practice; I ended up seeing Stanford and Connecticut practice instead…oh the humanity!

I wanted to get an autograph by one of them…poof, wrong again

The final four started, Somnorie Owens and Heather Zeppelin played well respectively and won as their school faced off for the title

Owens and Tennessee would be victorious once again; their streak was so good, that year marked the second of three consecutive championships won when my father was tiny like Gumby

I don’t feel at the least bitter for the price of watching Somnorrie lose and Heather winning on that night

Will anyone talk about why there aren’t as many fans for the woman’s game compare to the men compare to Xavier and their strong support for both games equally? UC fans are trapped in Football and basketball (men’s) business to gain more money, but eliminating the rowing team, and only 600 or so fans showing up to games makes the Florida Marlins look good right now even with a new ballpark. Xavier has shown they can market all sports women and men play equally in billboards at Norwood and throughout the county. I watch the marketing in UC women’s be reduced to a one page spread in the yellow pages…how sad is that? 

How can a basketball team, especially a women’s team survive in the place that is still reeling on past history losing Oscar Robertson and the Cincinnati Royals. The crowds were as dismal as the Montreal Expos had to deal with before moving to Washington, D.C. forty years ago. I remember five years ago, the Cincinnati Enquirer had the former royals now Sacramento Kings on the front page news of the team going to the Western Conference Finals in the NBA. Why didn’t the media and the fans cared for the Kings then like the team was undersold and were force to move, any Owner would have to move the team to low attendance…I’m not paying the cost of sports of sorts ad nobody cares about sports in porkopolis

Isn’t basketball a grand game to travel and watch in a mad hostile arena chanting their name out loud and high...I really miss my father now

Album 11

Arrogance of the Old School

Some rappers are leaving the game in shambles

Is this the way rapping came and went with all the jewelry on our hands and teeth!

I wonder what the future looks for everyone, especially me when I’m casually called a “Sell-Out, con artist. ….arrogance of the old school

My concepts and ideas are in between the old school and the new school

The older you are, the wiser you are

But the younger you are, the stupider you look….arrogance of the old school

Even though you in your own heart you are ready to open up your ears and use the few brain cells you have

As a poet, I try to capture emotions for readers to various demographics and ways of life

I’m somewhat lacking material for the new school

But I still have so many tricks left to write like Halloween candy

I define creativity is an expressway waiting to be re-paved with knowledge….arrogance of the old school

I’m trying to obtain emphases of anything to force attention to anything and everything

Watch out everyone in the old school brass….arrogance of the old school

Well, here I come

Robin

A robin files from danger

Robin flies into danger with Batman

The bird and the man have so much in common when hunting is concerned

When you feel as small like a robin it’s easy for people to hurt your felling and step all over you

This is how I felt when it comes to trying to find a father figure and a best friend I never had

When I was a baby, my father left my mother for another, and had two children in his new life

When my Grand-Father died, I didn’t remember his face, but mother still has a photo of him

Since then, I look up to my oldest brothers for structure and comfort from my sister’s father who happens to be a Pastor

But it doesn’t feel as good as having a father to call my own

The childhood years wasn’t too good for this robin either

I had a best friend who was a girl; we talked endlessly on the telephone just about every week

At one point, I bought the whole class cupcakes for her birthday, as she did the same for me

Until a dark cloud among so many hangs with me today; I had an outburst with several boys and girls that were abusing me

The friendship was beginning to dissolve around me

But I made one more apology to her before the class ship trip

She accepted it; we ate countless amounts of Cheddar wings from Hooter’s and poked fun at everybody

But the end was just getting started, she didn’t move up a grade as we did in the 4^th grade, by the time she did, her parents moved her to another school

I saw my brides-maid, my best friend ripped away from my heart and my life forever like seven years of bad luck breaking a mirror

My mother knew the girl’s mother, she worked at Mc’Alpins

I never felt so upset seeing her mother, and I asked my mother why when we made it home

She told me, because I was black, her father was comfortable with me as her sister was hitting on me the whole time

As if you already know, I never saw her again

I had no luck in trying to find a best friend like her

I’m afraid of hurting so many people the same way this robin has been hurt throughout his life

But I ended up hurting people the same way feeling hurt

I dare you…

I dare you to talk back to me hoping to blackmail me for something idiotic I’m sure

I dare you to say I haven’t done anything good for the kids

I dare you to tell me that I’m not black enough to make it here

I dare you accusing me of being a sellout to my race…I sold my soul on a Shute to get here

I dare you to slander my name with photoshop sexually charged photos of me…you know nothing about me

I dare you to say I’m retarded with a straight face…I’ll tell you to shut the f up if you want something from me

I dare you to say something nice to me without you kissing my butt in the studio because you lost a bet

I dare you to look back through my records before I earned my way through this profession

I dare you to say I have no creditability of what I’m talking about, come to my environment and see the details on the streets of Cincinnati

I dare you to lie about it through the press release like what happened to Professor Cliff in 1989

I dare you to label me as the Black Vanilla Ice…Ice, Ice baby to that and the slice of bacon you dropped on the floor

I dare you to tell the fans that I’m not worth their money and two hours of listening to me

I dare you critics to say with a slam dunk like face like Shaq “I’m not this good.”

Independence Day

Is a day of perseverance and pride?

Is a day to remember how the British had control of the country as the Four Fathers preserved slaves as the country declared freedom on July 2, 1776?

Then the country divided on slavery after the British abolished it on the heels of the Andrew Jackson administration to spread the Confederacy through Oklahoma making Missouri a slave state as more cotton was easy to cultivate in South Carolina after the plow system was invented by Eli Whitney

So many of us have forgotten or still living in the Confederacy when it fell on Cinco de Mayo at the Alamo in 1836…Watching the 7 red stripes and the 6 white stripes commemorating the first 13 colonies and the blue square wrapped with 50 stars of today rising high on the blue blood streets with the bursting tinkles of fireworks cracking, hearing crackles of fire as the barbecue is burned in the charcoal

I’m still thinking what America was and how thing look for us today, the forgotten freedoms, limitation of freedom and the rights to be law abiding citizens

I rather tell everyone who wants to know what Independence Day means to our soldiers

The families grieving for their return knowing the truth behind our government’s Four Fathers

The movie Independence Day isn’t the real meaning of the day

…Watching the 7 red stripes and the 6 white stripes commemorating the first 13 colonies and the blue square wrapped with 50 stars of today rising high on the blue blood streets with the bursting tinkles of fireworks cracking, hearing crackles of fire as the barbecue is burned in the charcoal eating watermelon and ears of grilled corn on the cob

From the rural countryside, to the urban dwellings of downtown, welcome to the real Independence Day experience.

Athlete’s foot

Ouch…Ouch

It feels like a hot oven like a burned turkey on my feet

Crackling my feet on the bottom like bad mufflers on fumes

No matter how long I try to cool of my feet, they still feel like a Jacuzzi

Finding an earthquake is erupting inside my shoes

Finally, the pain was becoming too much to bare for my toes, I had to stop for a minute and put on Lotrium lotion to stop the growing fungi

Speaking of fungi, my niece hates mushrooms

My shoes had to be extinguished from all this running from me carrying a bottle of water that turned into vapor as fast as my feet did

It was painful yanking out my shoes again as another runner came to my aid with a cup of water as another one came up with the fire extinguisher and sprayed down my shoes as I felt like U.S. Olympic sprinter Maurice Green

With my bare feet in all, the runner that gave me the water had to give me a pair of his shoe

Anyway, walking back home is going to be rather difficult now than ever

It never snows in San Antonio

Snow can make a snow man

Snow can make a mess on the roadway

Snow can bring joy for the young at heart, but not here in the land of the Alamo where the rodeos and the Spurs reign here

Snow fan freeze the neighborhood kids to a snowball fight

Snowflake is a mineral of thousands of crystal just like sand… It never snows in San Antonio

Snow brings the cold blizzards up too feet’s of walking slow like a squirrel trying to store nuts before the real days of winter arrives like sheep’s wool… It never snows in San Antonio

Snow brings the family for hot chocolate and biscuits to keep warm

Snow can make even the new to order buses become dirty as oils and salts pile up as most vehicles are stick in a peanut butter and strawberry highway of frostbite and sniffling noses… It never snows in San Antonio

Snow can erode even the best limestone and porches when the inches turn into feet

Snow can mix with freezing rain to make icicles sing on telephone wires and take down the city’s power grid like Mr. Freeze… It never snows in San Antonio

Snow fogs up the mirrors and dresses the driveway like women wearing new blouses to the clubs

Snow makes the journey to work, school and unfortunate emergencies that much harder as your pants only get so much wetter than walking in the rain. Then trying to thaw out like a flounder by eating something hot and scrumptious but then get sick anyway… It never snows in San Antonio

But this is not the city of the snow; this is the city of thunderstorms and possible tornadoes

It never snows in San Antonio…seems like 1985 all over again as a foot of the white stuff on the ground

MVP

What does winning the MVP means to me?

It means you have the power to improve your teams play and credentials to become a superstar like Dirk Nowitski and Lauren Jackson throughout the years, I seeing the greatness that come to mind seeing all the dribbles and the bounces, through the years seeing all the faces of time came throughout the years in the sports life…who is the MVP of my life

But the cost would be too high for other green eye envy stars like me becoming a role model that Charles Barkley didn’t want to be…throughout the years idolizing guys like him, seeing the greatness that come to mind seeing all the dribbles and the bounces, through the years seeing all the faces of time came throughout the years in the sports life…who is the MVP of my life

I wouldn’t want to be that either to tell you the truth

But winning the MVP doesn’t win over fans in particular cities that no one wants you throughout the years, I seeing the greatness that come to mind seeing all the dribbles and the bounces, through the years seeing all the faces of time came throughout the years in the sports life…who is the MVP of my life

…Alex Rodriguez knows that more than anyone about this throughout the years, I seeing the greatness that come to mind seeing all the dribbles and the bounces, through the years seeing all the faces of time came throughout the years in the sports life…who is the MVP of my life

Maybe the scrutiny I have with the media is similar to his because the money I make and people I deal with, or don’t deal with is set for the press If I win the award without winning a championship holding my life for random like Steve Bartman…makes the Most Disappointing Play of a fan thinking he was an infielder in the stands

Unrealistic expectation clouds even the most sensible people publishing magazines, tabloids and anything that has my likeness in any shape or form who is the MVP of my life

Winning the MVP guarantees sweat and tears and anguish of another season drawing to a close

But doesn’t guarantee the team will win a championship regardless of how far we go to the playoffs

I wish I was old enough to understand the greatest athletes came long before I did…history should make me the MVP in the rap game instead of being a basketball player, fat chance

Throughout the years, I seeing the greatness that come to mind seeing all the dribbles and the bounces, through the years seeing all the faces of time came throughout the years in the sports life…who is the MVP of my life

I’m ready to Blast

I’m ready for my last gasp of air

I’m ready to explore the world to make sure my ego isn’t sore

I’m ready to let myself glow in a capacity crowd and grow up right in front

I’m ready to speed up my wealth around a stealth jet

I’m ready to blast my head off

How long can I last acting like a broken volleyball net on fire?

I’m having feelings of being slashed in a fiery explosion like a badly burned hash brown waiting to burn in someone’s mouth on contact like a bomb going off Reggie Miller’s hand shooting the New York Knicks into nightmares in 1995 as the fans have dreams of choking me

I’m ready to blast these entire opponents like a Duracell battery jolts a flashlight

I’m ready to become the fastest worker than a teaser trying to stop me from running like LaDaninan Tomlision on the microphone in the end zone

I’m ready to lash out my frustrations and bash someone’s head in

But if so many people feel like this all the time, would have we thrown away the highlife suck your life drain sink in yet?

I gave it up all rights to speed through bumps and bruises as Perdition Street is coming clear to my vision now

Don’t get ready to blast like me, people

Don’t give up your life to anger and hate

Take a deep breath and relax after all the blasting I did in amplified hell

Ace

I’m the ace of third base sliding to home base

No basis about this ace can help the detectives on the case can tell people the expression of determination on my face…mark it up ace

I could be the next Mace not lost in the hip-hop maze in School Daze

Let me rap in my own pace

I’ll give you a taste of my lyrical masterpiece that will leave everyone speechless in this haze of violence and sex…mark it up ace

I’m an ace of trouble like Dennis the Menace breaking vases because I didn’t tie my shoe laces falling down and breaking my braces

Give me a chance with my Ace; I’ll embrace the opportunity to race through the finish line like Michael Johnson without missing a step or a beat…mark it up ace

No Larry Nance about it, no mace can lace me down in this rodeo

I’m the ace you need to bring into the game as a trump card to erase the tension rise…mark it up ace

Why…Venomace won’t allow the menacing in the industry to continue as I have more aces on my sleeves to clean up house here…I aced it, mark it up

Repairs

Life is an airplane you can fly through the clouds as the sun beams on a summer day making bald heads shine like a mirror but can only be repaired on the ground after landing

But sometimes I feel the bald and bewildered Charlie brown in a motocross fiend when I don’t have my friends around…my life is like a motorcycle in need of repairs

Running my motorcycle with a flat tire and the gas always seen to run out on me

Friends told me everything I need to know in the fast life in the motorcycle, from paying the bills, to buying gas, buying a good helmet and be aware of repairs, I know how Charlie Brown felt when he won a motocross race on a flat tire, muffler creating streaks of fire on the road and still won the race, but always seem to lose in the race of life…like a motorcycle in need of repairs

I know like a broken arrow in archery, I’m in deep need of repairs to offset all the people I’ve hurt in my career in the motocross track of life

The walk on Glenway Avenue

The walk on Glenway Avenue, I see houses waiting for the spring

The walk Glenway Avenue, I see the crosswalk flashing from walk to don’t walk as pedestrians like me trying to beat the light and making sure a car or too doesn’t hit them

The walk Glenway Avenue, I see tiny ants on the sidewalk and a worm aching to live as another pedestrian walked through my left ended crushing the worm as I look back…dead on contact as a bird is ready to eat like some other people are doing at the Rally’s across the street

The walk Glenway Avenue, I see the long John Silver’s replaced with a carwash, Carson Elementary expanded to the old Chevrolet dealership with the new Walgreen’s across Sunset Avenue

The walk on Glenway Avenue, I see an old route 33 Western Hills-Glenway as the metro bus itself being white waiting for the final painting mark up as I’m waiting for the crosswalk light at Rapid Run Pike to change

The light change, on the walk on Glenway Avenue, I see cars being driven so fast the wind could peel the paint as the Covedale Kroger store are now a CVS Pharmacy where Gurley is on my right of Glenway as Cleves Warsaw is to my left as the roadways merge

The walk on Glenway Avenue, I see the old Price Hill Chili still standing as the old Covedale cinemas is not a playhouse theatre is next door to the library which was built sometime later

The walk on Glenway Avenue, the Blockbuster Video is now a pawn shop as an 18 wheeled trick blazing through the road northward sounding like three garbage trucks at once, as a garbage truck was going southward

The walk on Glenway Avenue, I see Circuit City closed for sometime know as the target across the street still stands, but the store itself moved to Western Hills Plaza as I was surprised the best Buy is still standing here since Service Merchandise close thirty years ago just a block down on Glencrossing was as the 64 is coming now from a layover there to my left

The walk on Glenway Avenue, I see the old Midway Elementary school from the distance of my right eye at the intersection of midway, to my left, I see the proud rooster restaurant and the Mike Kaesar body and towing shop still filthy with old cars as usual

The walk on Glenway Avenue, I see the dirt left being of the demolished Laz-Y-Boy furniture store where Muddy Creek breaks off to Glenmore Avenue is now the lad of all sorts as a United Dairy Farmers gas station

The walk on Glenway Avenue, I see the Western Hills Plaza still holding on for consumers by a thread with the Target Store which took over for Media Play and Elder-Beerman a long time ago before to my right, but to my left I remember the Great clips shop at Western Village when my mother went there to get her hair done which was just a short walk to the Kroger store where my mother was rudely treated in the early 2010’s now

The Sibcy Cline is now a Cricket wireless store as the Breuggers’s Bagels the place to tan your bagels is now a is a tanning shop in its place, is I remember meeting her from another walk I had to meet her for dinner at Red Lobster

AS the Walk on Glenway Avenue took my legs, body, eyes and all to the Dillard’s store that I thought was open, but now closed door business

Boo Birds

I can’t imagine being jeered everywhere I go

But being Barry Bonds is like having a cancer of speculation of me that aren’t founded

Shows how vague people are in looking for flaws in personas and characteristics of a man

But not in historical context as records of mince are look to be tainted word form word based on what other rappers have done

Instead of some reporters seeking me out for questions, they dig up information to slander my name through out the airways spreading like the spores that lead to the Invid Invasion of derogatory signs, bottles and needles thrown at me where ever I go

If I had the make-up personality like Barry Bonds, I wouldn’t have acted like Axel rose and jump to kick the guys’ behinds who threw glass beer bottle at my face

Now see who’s looking stupid now with you’re boo birds

Obsessed

Fans are to cheer you on no matter your falsehoods

Support you when you’re down like a Pittsburgh Steelers terrible towel being stumped by Tennessee Titans’ players

Fans write letters to me begging for autographs for the next concert I have in their town…I love that

Fans turn into groupies….but I’m not into that type of stuff on the road; I go to movies to keep me from being bored

Fans buying posters of me, especially females to show how much they adore me…I love that

Fans sending videos of me of their worship, some have to be censored…I love that

Fans imitate me by wearing my chain like wearing Michael Jackson’s glove…I love that

But Eminem was right back in the day in his hit song “Stan”…fans worship can go too far

An obsessed fan of Selena not only created a fan page…I love that

The fan went on to lose her mind…losing your mind losing my sight

She pretended to be best friends with Selena…losing your mind losing my sight

Selena finally knew how creepy she was…and was killed by this obsessed fan

You wonder why some of us travel from place to place with an entourage with guns, as some of us stay home so we don’t attract weird fans…losing your mind losing my sight

I can’t live in fear of fans…but I can’t be too sure of what fans are capable of after 45 years has passed since Selena’s death

Evolution

One 4^th a man, now we’re all 4^th humans even though our hair resembles cotton balls…you wish

So many years have gone by questioning where we came from, an Ape or a higher being like the aliens you find in Robotech

Or microchips from Transformers to keep anthropologist and everyone in the scientific community to talk about the Egyptian lifestyle when they preserved mummies and build pyramids after their kings

As the Greeks built the Roman Empire then cities are above ruins to the unforeseen underworld

As African Americans were revered as apes in spite inventions of traffic lights, refrigeration system and a washer machine

They’re so many that can’ see the achievements of my people because the fascination of finding fossils that points out every race that inhabited from Africa at one time of this planet and colonization didn’t help those scientist making theories of man versus Ape

Evolution always provides more questions to find than answers that can be understood

Album 12

Superestrella (Superstar)

Do you have to dress like Kanye west to be a superstar…no

Do you have to drive a big car to be a superstar…no

Do you have to marry a model to be a superstar…no

Do you have to marry a person who has big cash to become a superstar…no

The real superstar is in you

Do you have to be an athlete to become a superstar…no

Do you have to rap like me to be a superstar…no

Do you have to be an actor to be a superstar…no

The real superstar is in you

Do you have to dye your hair to get a stand up gig to become a superstar…no

Do you have to be a fashionista to be a superstar…no

Do you have to lose weight to be a superstar…no

Do you have to live urban to be a superstar…no

The real superstar is in you

Does living in the country automatically eliminate you from being a superstar…no

Does interracial dating kills your chances to be a superstar…no

Does suffering cancer hurts you from becoming a superstar…no, makes you a survivor

The real superstar is in you

If you remember this…you are a superstar every day, only you can tell yourself this, peace

Monster of the Midway

Look who made his way back to mediocrity…Me

Without pity from all the listeners who want me out of this game for my illegal low blow tactics like whey…who are the monsters of the midway like the 1985 Chicago Bears, we are

It’s the Monster of the Midway, scream if you fear me, and come near me and I’ll show you how nice your day won’t be…sacking our enemies to the ground

Is it nice to see all of you run like mice that are being chased down by cats with no one in site to hear you scream from my evil raff? …who are the monsters of the midway like the 1985 Chicago Bears, we are

Nobody want wants to see that will happen the next time you test my anger, a big time of explosion of velocity is going to erupt like Joker’s laughing gas and make all of you insane as you mistaken me for Two-Face…who are the monsters of the midway like the 1985 Chicago Bears, we are

Temper is a temple that puts opponents like you out of your edge and keeps my focus like Brian Urlacher and gets ready to lay all of you in the cold…smelling salts anyone? …who are the monsters of the midway like the 1985 Chicago Bears, we are

And don’t forget who the Kings of Cincinnati are now

Fallen Girl’s Flashback of Tears

Don’t fall for his lies again…in the flashback of fallen tears of a woman who had legs that talked like Katie Couric when she was confident until the Ojaj Dynasty warlord had her fall into the Hunchback of Notre Dame sorrow sucking his éclair like a chained dog

The emperor has molested you/kidnapped you/hurt you/and hurt your people as he can lust around your power and your peach yogurt/ culture and beauty/as he’s the beast of the crazy, crazy east

Being physically developed female/doesn’t mean that your childhood…live to the future as an adult

Your power is everlasting with your sword like Sailor Saturn while the world of evil is taken over by you living in the wonders of confusion

You say “the pay is good,” how can you pay to hurt people and you don’t seem to enjoy the misery of the world you used to/stealing D.S. 69ers armors to let all the demons live the supreme life

When you take off your armor, tears fall from your eyes because you’re still at war with the emperor and yourself

You chose to fight again/because you think the emperor will return your parents to where they belong

You can’t live with the abuse of being rapped every time you disobey him by punishing yourself by slashing your arm for pleasure

Your golden amulet is a drug filled of lies so you won’t remember your vulnerable heartbreaks from being a teenager to young adulthood

The emperor brough bad business to brainwash you and the Ojaj Dynasy crew which left you as you gained all the power to destroy everyone

I had to beat her senseless like Anubis to convince her that this fighting to alleviate her flashback of tears was wrong not before the emperor was defeated like goliath

Now the fallen girl can rise and live her own life

Sock-hop Velocity

Look at this cool Puma

Playing the smooth swing on that Tuba

I want to scuba dive to this new hip beat like Luna is doing now

How can I stop dancing?

It feels like the Bermuda Triangle of melody when I hear this swing music in the days of George Gershwin to Chuck Berry

So many of the elderly community remember where the music became a leading genre as Latin artist used bits and pieces like Recess’s to create Salsa, Mangarade and Jazz from Puerto Rico to Japan

Everywhere in the world, America has influenced so many allies and enemies to music stardom

From stars as Michael Jackson in Europe as Eminem did the same for the Middle East

As most segments of the world know who Carlos Santana’s guitar has been as some of us know so many people that have a Tupac albums and shirts somewhere in their closets

As I’m reinforcing these beats to open up the Sock*hop Velocity box we know from one signature note telling you to nod you head up and calms you down

Shall we dance?

Tyshawn

Cleaning up the lawn just isn’t the same without you, my man Tyshawn

I could not keep in touch with you for the last few years as you developed a family of your own as I did, I wanted to see you, but I had too much time on the road and bad time management catches up with me like a travelling call in basketball as I can only see your tombstone as cancer took you out of this life…wished I had the chance to say good-bye

The last time I saw you, you looked like you were off of steroids, but no one close into your circle told me you were dying like Walter Payton, it was just four years ago you made me the best man in your wedding

I heard from friends that you were upbeat like a drum beating in your heart being graceful even though in your hear you knew the road of your life in your body was winding down like old batteries…I’ve expected that from you, Tyshawn

As dawn arrives without the taunts you given me

You were a spawn to me in this rivalry we had since I can remember

I felt like a fawn looking for a place to run as far away from you as I could

A pawn on a chessboard can’t feel this bad to see their nemesis disappear

As you hurt my liquid confidence like molasses having my fist drawn to the grass was how we met like beef metts a long time ago, Tyshawn…wishing that I had the chance to say good-bye

I would be withdrawn for hitting you due to your charm and charisma

Instead of having your buddies catching me and beat me down lyrically like a Smooth Operator

As I wedge my way uptown on a Crenshaw wondering how can I feed my need to have enemies now a real friend left friends and family behind so young…that’s what I’ve always saw you as the calm in the storm being so cool, as I was a blazing wildfire burning in dried up tries of anger, so soon that you’re gone since cancer took you to the next life, Tyshawn

I feel the cancer in my soul, but I can’t understand why did cancer silenced your voice as death took you from this earth as I remember the memories you gave me as I touch your tombstone formerly saying, good-bye Tyshawn

Flipping the Script

When I was in the 9^th grade, I felt like a lonely grape, I wanted to drop out of school because I was battling depression

I wasn’t happy with who I was, hearing awful demons telling me to something demonic to myself

I feared my life or what’s left would have been tarred and feathered like a mean old nasty rooster having ulcers

A doctor prescribe me pills as I though my problems were solved

But little did I know, one day getting ready to go to school I couldn’t see my privates as stretch marks were coming from the neck down like the Incredible Hulk

I never felt so sad to see my weight and dependency on my former best friend food that ate my heart alive

A close friend of mine was wondering why was I given these pills, I told him, I’m trying to keep sane

Little did I know, the situation served me well three years later

That same close friend who was wondering about my mental state was dealing with family issues and turmoil beyond his control

One day he showed up in the school hallway close to the home room after being tardy for several hours

He screamed obstinacies and started to cry right in front of the teacher and the classroom as he screamed “I’m going to leave school and this world!”

The teacher called everyone close to him to talk calmly to him, but he was so angry at everyone he didn’t hear a thing

One of my classmates tried to slap some sense into him, but it was just a slap of words he was sensitive to and didn’t pay much attention to it

Other classmates and teachers on the floor try to consult him and ask about the problem…it didn’t work

Meanwhile, I was terrified sitting in the classroom.

The teacher with little hesitation gave me the signal to come and talk to him

He told me he saw nothing in his future

I told him the best way I could; I was told I wasn’t going to be a nothing you and I have been in this road together in seven years

We came from the same school, we travel together as much as we could and we almost have the same disability, I can’t understand why would you make it so far close to graduation and just walk away from a major accomplishment

He saw sincerity in my eyes compare to the others that were trying to tell him don’t give up as he shook my hand and hugged me

He changed his demeanor and calmed down long enough to make him stay

Then I told him, stay in school for you, not me. Is this what you want?

He said yes with some tears still on his face

Not too much later after the script was flipped around, we graduated in high school

I haven’t seen him too much since then, I wish him well

Life is not…

Life is not given

Like is taken…but not taken for granted

Life is not for granted

Life is an opening for victims, abusers, thugs and drug dealers

Life is an institution in the animal kingdom

Race is not a scientific evidence of life really is

Life is a systematic process of success and failure

Life can be lost too soon or lives to long to tell a white lie

Be like the next Mr. Brown across the street and turn those frowns into smiles

Trust me, you’ll live much longer

Life is not a clock*wad rewind on television

Take sometime to take chances, risk and gratification on some level

Without risk, there’s no reward base on how much or how little people have experience through out their lives in the way of life

Life isn’t cheap, but life can be as free of you want to see the sunshine

Life is not full of images or what you can get; life is what you imagine for yourself and people around you no matter the successes and failures

Life is a learned experience.

Side Show Boating

Showing of my jewelry

How much money I plan to spend before the IRS calls and bust down my funds and have me looking like a M.C. Hammer spin-offs

I rather be that than hit a home run like Alfonso Soriano hitting a home run in my life, grin up-wide with my teeth and spin around three time after being far out from home plate

Starring at the home run, dancing and gloating with my bat in hand, the pitcher wished I was the ball screaming out flying across the street closing my eyes as my life fades to black as the glass breaks all over my skin like a showboat

Maybe I should have though about that instead of having my whole entourage getting into a brawl like Floyd Mayweather and Zab Judah with these rivals because I acted like a Jackass of how I spent my money on these dancers, and all these rivals waiting for me at the Grammy’s like a showboat…you screwball!

Strutting like a rapper want to be got me jewelry and the press

Before the press was not of the best kind flipping birds like M and mooning the police has me lost in you tube forms of Saturn’s moons

One mans embarrassment is another person’s laugh…but I’m not

Eggnog

Christmas…Christmas is the time to receive your gifts and bite off the Gingerbread man’s head of with a cold cup of eggnog in hand as you sit next to the Christmas tree

Christmas…Christmas, on my Christmas, my mother wakes up and tells me to cook as their was an inch of snow to be found outside

It seemed very odd how warm it was as Noelle, a girl that I had admiral dislike knocked in the door and had board games on her right arm on her hip for the whole family to play

And the first thing she wanted to do was drink up my eggnog

Christmas…Christmas, remembering my pet hedgehog’s death six days before Christmas

As the family and I with Noelle were watching football when commercial came on, everyone was caroling so loud, I couldn’t hear the timer of the roast as it started to burn

The roast was saved; nut Noelle took another cup of the eggnog, to make it worst, the gallon jug was completely empty

As I didn’t see this coming, everyone burped across the living room at the same moment right before the food I was to serve everyone was ready

The whole family shouted “we’ll never drink eggnog on this day again” as few of them were looking intoxicated

Good thing I didn’t drink any less than the others since I didn’t get any

I took a look at Noelle and everyone in the room, “look at this house, it’s a mess like a tornado of paper and pencils hit it!”

Yellow Brick Road

When your door to strike at rich ends, how would you deal with it?

Head to institutional care or ride on a motorcycle like a man on a space mission for the next phase of life without the fan base that you called to make peace

Can’t take life for granted, life is a day by day scenario of what you learn, what you see & how much you have to learn to understand yourself in the yellow brick road of mine

Life can give you joy like cherries, as life can upset you like lemons without the sugar to ease the pain

You can’t hang on to the bed ends of life of self destruction and live with regret and resentment to keep yourself close off like a house hidden on a no outlet street

As so many of my fans can look at me and think your demeanor is as vast as a Berlin Wall

You’ll have to make your own Yellow Brick Road; no one else can build you up like Ben Ucker on the broadcast microphone

Don’t make 6 crazy loops and laterals through this Yellow Brick Road like the New Orleans Saints did years ago to come 1 point away from tying the game against the Jacksonville Jaguars, but missed the P.A.T to end their playoff dreams

The road of progress is to find what you like to do what type of woman or man that makes you happy and want to spend your life with, the jobs and the social life

It is a process of finding yourself in this Yellow Brick Road which has my wondering which road is right…Madison or Reading Road when I get over losing?

Decisions, Decisions.

The escape of throwing a football like a gun with an arm just as Brett Favre did or throwing a football like Ryan Leaf’s beef puree for an arm and having a temper as a loose cannon

Having a receiver like Jerry Rice to catch every crooked pass or having a nag who grabs everything like Michael Irvin…who’s starring at me as a Hollywood star...decisions, decisions

Running with power to run over flowers like Emmitt Smith, or flow gracefully through clouds like Shaun Alexander and land safely…decisions, decisions

To scream when I don’t get my way in situations like Bill Parcells, or be calm as falling snowflakes like Bill Cowher and say I’ll get it next time…decisions, decisions

To hit running backs and show my emotion like Ray Lewis, or hit running backs like it was nothing at all like London Fletcher…decisions, decisions

To run from obscurity on the field when celebrity status took me so far, or takes the blame for how lame I was on the field like Peyton Manning…decisions, decisions

Managing time or is time managing me to get squeezed like cake frosting as the play clock trickles down to zero…decisions, decisions

To catch the interception and dance for the money like Deion Sanders, or strut like Dre’ Bly doing the butterfly strut and get strip from the football like a bus trying to push me off the road to the sidelines

To get into the trenches with enemies who are like Rhinos and Hippos or stay on the wings going to battle waiting for chickens like  Champ Bailey waiting for prey…decisions, decisions

To hand the football to the official like all great running back Barry Sanders who always seemed to wear a suit, or dance with the football like I was in a discotheque as the officials look and wonder, how long are you going to do this every time you score a touchdown…decisions, decisions

To shake hands in win, or pout and walk away with head down like all sore losers always do and try to cover up lies through the press…hello, your nose is getting bigger and your ears are just redder by the seconds, hmm

Decisions decisions, no matter what your sport or any professions, one miscalculation can only open up clouds if you close your eyes and forget to catch the football.

My Bat, My Glove

To get hooked on Steroids and hit home runs of pitchers like David cone, or not take the juice and strike out on flame throwing pitchers like “King” Felix Hernandez

Giving up my body to catch a baseball like Ken Griffey, Junior and risk millions, or hurt all of my teammates by being aloof and temperamental as Rafael Palmeiro

To traie like Albert Pujols everyday and swing the baseball anywhere I want, or hope eye coordination and talent to keep me hitting the bat as Mo Vaughn did when he was league MVP

Gary Matthews caught a long fly ball in 2006 and ended up making millions, but lost his ability to hit like the Monstars in Space Jam stealing NBA players’ bodies…what happened to him

Home runs used to go as far as the sky, but now are line drives to the parking lot in Los Angeles.

When did all of these younger pitchers became so much stronger than yester year to the point hitting 100 mph is nothing more than a 126 mph tennis serve by Serena Williams and Andy Roddick

My bat can hit a fluky home run ball like Aaron Boone did in 2003 to send Yankees to the World Series verses the Red Sox as their fans still to this day say…what the F!

I love to say my glove and my bat made me who I am as a baseball player, or did some wizard inserted “Angels from the outfield” into all of my equipments…My Bat, My Glove…

Price Hill’s Most Wanted

Going home, feeling like a gnome as the RCA dome coming down

For every church on a corner makes me holy…for every pub to be merry and thankful I don’t drink

One chicken restaurant opens, another one closes as I remember when I was Price Hill’s most wanted

From being one of many few black families in the neighborhood, to having your neighborhood mixed with us, Latinos, Asians and Bi-racial children through Price Hill

A Walgreen’s pharmacy seen better days now as a Family Dollar

I can’t remember many of my friends who drooped pants and wore with T-Shirts throughout Price Hill, now everyone knows someone who wears the stuff none stop as Tupac’s “America’s Most Wanted “blares throughout the street feeling like Price Hill’s most wanted

Circuit City, Service Merchandise Fazoli’s and Long John Silver’s are long gone from the road I used to call home...I bought a walkman, a talking duck and Megatron, ate Ziti’s and ate fish every Tuesday night when I had the chance

All metro buses travelled to the plaza, new ownership kicked them out because the buses look unsightly.

I remember taking the 32X to get home from downtown by mistake and having to walk through enright where one of the worst Kroger stores I ever shopped in, now you wouldn’t know it as the store was demolished for a new store with a gas station

I said good-bye and hope to never go back to when my enemies from the neighborhood had me Price Hill’s most wanted

Rally’s, Taco bell and Sam’s Chili still there, but Price Hill was definitely not how I remember it today…

I’m not Price Hill’s most wanted anymore as the west side is not the best side after all

The Kite

A kite like me flies on a windy day finding peace

Glides with the birds and the leaves as spring is just getting started

Charlie Brown always has trouble flying a kite due to bad luck, crashing through trees and a picket fence as Snoopy flies a kite with no problems sending Charlie into misery

Sometimes I want to fly anywhere in the city or anywhere in the world no matter who is holding me

Seeing people in cars, buses and trains traveling to work and shop

Seeing the grass grow greener which’s warms hearts for people who walk through Eden Park in the heat

Running into birds and squirrels trying to bring me down, knowing only rain and lightning can bring me don

Falling through the shy landing in a creek to never fly again like an chicken who wants to fly

Another kite like me will be made to fly like I once did.

Maybe someday, Charlie can fly a kite which likes him

Travelling V’s

I don’t know where I’m coming from the V’s are travelling with me

Imagine saying good bye to the microphone without being shot before turning 25 years old, not only I made my travel in the journey of my life as saying good bye to the V’s as the fans on the streets asked me where I’m going… I don’t know where I’m coming from the V’s are travelling with me

Not hearing the V’s cheer or jeer my name makes me sad to say good-bye, but the run I had made me felling like a 3,000 RBI man in baseball in my career as a rapper

I don’t know where I’m coming from saying good-bye to the V fans wondering where I am hanging my age rusted up microphone with the sweat of v piercing it

Not hearing the V’s cheer or jeer my name makes me sad to say good-bye, but the run I had made me felling like a NBA player scoring 24,000 points in a career like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar in my career as a rapper

I don’t know where I’m coming from saying good-bye to the V fans wondering where I am hanging my age rusted up microphone with the sweat of v piercing it

Not hearing the V’s cheer or jeer my name makes me sad to say good-bye, but the run I had made me felling like a wide receiver catching 30,000 reception yards in my career as a rapper

I don’t know where I’m coming from saying good-bye to the V fans wondering where I am hanging my age rusted up microphone with the sweat of v piercing it

Not hearing the V’s cheer or jeer my name makes me sad to say good-bye, but the run I had made me felling like Candace Parker hitting numerous buzzer beater verses the Indiana Fever

I don’t know where I’m coming from saying good-bye to the V fans wondering where I am hanging my age rusted up microphone with the sweat of v piercing it

Not hearing the V’s cheer or jeer my name makes me sad to say good-bye, but the run I had made me felling like a boxer recording 40 knockouts in my career as a rapper

I don’t know where I’m coming from saying good-bye to the V fans wondering where I am hanging my age rusted up microphone with the sweat of v piercing it

Not hearing the V’s cheer or jeer my name felling like makes me sad to say good-bye, but the run I had made me felling like a hockey player scoring 27,000 goal in my career as a rapper

I don’t know where I’m coming from saying good-bye to the V fans wondering where I am hanging my age rusted up microphone with the sweat of v piercing it

Don’t know where all the new V’s are coming form or who they would be hearing only silence living the dream

I don’t know where I’m coming from the V’s are travelling with me nothing seam so clear to me except the waves of good-byes and fading to black wearing my v slacks

I lived my life as a starter on the field as a rapper, so long V’s who loved me from every city I’ve been through in the 18 years making people be infected with laughs, happiness, sadness, sorrows, and important facts of life that we take for granted as people of the world

I know where I’m going to, rest for the rest of life as the call to be a family man is on my mind to my kids now as a 37 year old...as the younger V’s scream don’t leave as older V’s understand the life of being a parent to V’s I hope to be better than I was no matter what they’re ambitions are as long as everyone remembers the real V.E.N.O.M.A.C.E, the Flake Flam Famine