with you or rahdahradahradahdadhah

I can be that
silly ass
alternative music listening
simpleton
shaking and gyrating
in hilarious fashion
can be the moody guy
at times.
all with you.
I guess that's cool even though
I'm the village idiot.....

When / or perhaps "The rest of me?"

I understand I'm a bit out there
and that as intelligent as I am
I tend to not only outrage and befuddle
people with my ideas
but also
they rub folk into a position
that details the fact
that they really have no interest in whats gonna come out of
my mouth.
I live with it.
I'll even go as far as to say
that it provides less responsibility for your thoughts.
( folk don't expect societies brand of wisdom ) - { ie: funny will do }
Again I can and do deal.
Hurts when you truly care about someone but
whatever
I'm sure I'm not a significant others idea of perfect either...
And I know I'm like a recipient of bad sex's
saviour or some such shit.
I'm aware.
Been hearing it for years.
I practiced.
Paid attention.
I'm this good on purpose.
I know I'm sexy to some
handsome to others
drop dead gorgeous to most.
There are other
wonderful things about me.
I'm a lover.
Attentive.
Again I practiced these things.
They would be this well rehearsed.
I can live with the desire for me.
Can live with it being more powerful than the desire to
say,
talk to me,
pick my brain as it were.
Although I'm sure as much as I've seen
in this life
I have a few things up there pertinent yet unseen by most,
I point out again
I can live with that.
I can be present
at attention
all learned attributes
and old and new attributes
and amusing quirks
and everything else that made this happen at all...

My problem?

I can't be pretty and shut up,
and have no intention of doing that,
or becoming comfortable with the idea that I'm only good enough to cuddle with
in the event a woman wants to screw...
Again for the umpteenth time
I can live with it
( can be non-English speaking pool boy coming to provide maintenance )
But the pool boy goes home after he finishes work.
What's more
he
as advertised
doesn't speak English
and would be in a different profession
still
If he sat around so his customers could gaze at him
as they ignored him
and went about they day until his physicality was actually summoned.

Now part of that problem?

Is alllllllllll
ME.

Though I try to hide my arrogance,
my ego says You should love me [the whole]
(for lack of being able to type the other term you love your friend
and he has great sex { not that he doesn't want to provide that } yet can't wrap yourself around the idea
that he's that guy)
Because for real he's the village idiot
who just happens to fuck like a porn star.
Never thought
Does that even makes sense?
In love and loving are two different things.
( so I'm not arrogant to claim the first, It would be nice....)
but then what?

What am I even saying in this jumble of thoughts?
of course there's more to say
stuff to irk bout
and at the same time
I find myself sitting here with but one question on my mind....

When I give that physical part to them
when do they still like the rest better....
Or is that even possible?
Steps further
like should I
lean on that being a compliment to my sexual prowess?
Or see it as an insult to my character follow...

idk...

A beautiful script.
Me, no. We writing the scene.
Paradise lyrics.

Our two hearts beating to match.
Just don't turn the page alone......

A STEP FURTHER.....

REACHING...

What a concept!

Before you even entertain
the thought of whether
they'll reach back
( cause it's always that possibility they wont )
You gotta think are they
Number 1
ready to be reached out to.
And Number 2
Ready to receive what your extending.

Most of us
( myself included )
Reach out
without regard for the aforementioned
and some
( not me this time )
Harbor resentment
when misunderstood
/or even ridiculed.
( me personally I understand that
either I'm warped in a fashion never seen before
Or I'm on some next level of evolution shit
and society outnumbers me
though they lag behind on the time line.....
So I'm not offended
when I reach out haphazardly.)

But just that fact that the majority/society
Would harbor resentment
Proves positive the
Infringement
of some of the very human rights
That I believe We are All
entitled to.

This time in particular being the person
Being resented for not reaching back's right
to not reach out / and the freedom to not be looked upon as
mean,
or unable to at least consider what they reached with
as a lucid statement.
And yes the person
angry has the right to be so as well
But that would make me delve into the
"Dividing the species" theory.
And ya'll not even there yet.
to be continued...

At least let me tell you why/how I'm this way...

What do you do
when the woman you love
loves you
yet also
thinks your too crazy
to walk the street
or to even go outside?

What if everything you believe in
she not only disagrees with
she goes as far as to dismiss it
as insane?

Like your views aren't worth the time
to have them even for just
a moment on your mind.

What if she took it a step further
and admitted your genius
exists
and in the same breath
stated you had squandered
that intellect?

A fear that heinous diseases could
have been cured
if I but focused my intellect
on something
"worthwhile".
Basically stating that my ideals are not...
I'll bet democracy sounded crazy too,
when it was an idea embraced by only a few,
and folk were ready to kill
over the constitution...
But because my ideals have that same
singular following
( for now anyway )
It's crazy?

one or two steps further I promise...

What if the person realizing these things
is both the most giving
and most supportive lover
in existence?

Even when I disagree
I'm supportive...
The laughs are irrelevant
I do that all the time.
But what's really on my mind?

Is keeping my friggin mouth shut......
Sigh.

Home

So like I got arrested released,
turned myself in,
got bailed,
and came home.

Now
I
wanna stay....

More to be said but just feeling my own house today...

wow!

SO LIKE WHAT IF I WAS SICK?

LMAO@ REALIZING THE ONLY THING REALLY KNOWN,
IS THAT YOU JUMP THE GUN FASTER THAN I DO.

AND THATS NO EASY FEAT!

Back to our regularly scheduled programming...

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of

St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.

He asked, "What are all those clocks?"

St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks.

Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock.

Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."

"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"

"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating
That she never told a lie."

"Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"

St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."

"Where's President Bush's clock?" asked the man.

"Bush's clock is in Jesus' office.

He's using it as a ceiling fan.

come over

If I said it aloud
for the first time
would it be possible
to cease
that search
and find
that unforgettable love in me...

See I want you
and as selfish as that sounds
I'm not a selfish lover
come over
and discover

Late.

Sitting and waiting
debating
the late and
negating
the relating
protocol
hoping you call
and it be more
than the usual....
Polishing the coffin
of the idea
of we
creating a sea
for myself to get lost in
cuz it's late
getting later
and
yeah I'm a debater
but this is torture.

personal masseur

Block etiquette.
The only thing in which
I'm certified,
but my hands glide...
Perhaps upon
your backside
Writing to my imagination
of you in ecstasy `
BRING IT TO ME!
Don't fall asleep
unless my hands feel that good.
It's understood
how you skipped my stolen songs
attached to words written to you
all along
these
erotic
quotes
lay dormant
at
most
and on my innocent massaging pass
kindly palming your ass
is a task
I plan on completing.
Unheeding
any warning
cause
see, I got this yearning to be your
personal masseuse.

A reward I seek
Though I may seem meek
you gotta speak
if you wanna find yourself
at the business end of my the house of my teeth!
But
then
yet again
committing the assuming sin
Cause truth be told
you ain't never had a problem with speech
like you got it in you to take another and teach
all the specific
ways to caress
your flesh.
Look at me
I'm a mess
sitting here
writing
slightly under duress.
See
just thinking of flesh
dressed
is amazing
considering that
the greatest sight of flesh
is how you are meshed.

I sigh
unless...
We open the door
to you wanting more
it's just
I tend to keep score
( been shot down before )
but go back and read
Wet.
Cause I wanna love you till you sore
and more
even willing to bet
that if all I got was a cracked door
I'd be your personal masseur
cause I'll take any touch I can get.....

Not done yet...

This feeling...
Like so stiff
my shorts are peeling
Trying to change positions
from my back
to kneeling
concealing
the other brains
instinct
to tell the truth.
ALOOF...
and yet lusting
trusting
time to bring me home,
to the
touching
and rubbing
squeezing
kneading
and needing...
Even
just
to hold you.
Like gold
you
fold men to
follow you
spilling
they're imbecilic
emotional
tendencies
to cry.
Why lie?
You don't try.
So my fingers fry
and in the blink of an eye
the masseuse
you requested appears....

Then what?
Speak.
I be at the peak
on the edge
on hind legs
hoping for a treat.
Of course
this could be ignored
the assumption itself horrid.
Act like
I stated nothing
and state nothing
and maybe next time
I'll record this...

G spot.

Pulling off your panties
even though you coulda just pulled them to the side
like the way
that even thought they waterproof
a nigga will take off his G shock
for the tide
or when it's time to play
G spot.


Finding it
over
and over again
making it my friend
so when
I approach
there an
anticipation
of things for which your waiting
Together now...
CLIMAX!
climb that
POLE.
Make it your goal
to find
my face
in place
eating like a savage
elbows on the table
no grace
trying to trace
my tongue
from
the sweet spot
to your
G
spot.

Mouthful of long hair
don't care
a glazed glare
in your eye telling me I'm there
at
the spot
and that you agree with what
I swear
that
I
get there
if only to be immersed in
your twat,
just to find your
G
spot....

Taboo?

Longing
to be given
at long last
opportunity
to last long.

Tripping over steps
toward it.
Trepidation
of mine
tantamount
to
a crime without passion,
passionately
yet
criminally
denying me the
crime
of knowing your passion.

Assuming your even interested
in
taboo...
If so
my tantalizing
tongue twists
teasing...
Totally
un-
tamed.
I'm told...
I also don't fit the mold.

Bold strokes
of my paintbrush
instead of pen
I wanna paint a picture of us
in which you can't see where I stop
and you begin,
and then,
take you to a place
good enough to be known as sin
again
and again.
As my pen
pretends
that this could even happen...

Taboo
a slight of hand
an extra
slide of a finger
just to let the imagination linger
on
the idea that you felt the spark too.
Taboo?

Wet.

Secretly
slip sliding
riding
my tongue
in my mind and
gliding
inside and
surprising
myself with you being
as wet as I was imagining.

The thought occurs to go
grabbing
and a soft
caress
it's just...
I know these moist
thoughts
need to die immediately...
Fought!
Smitten with the same
voracity
I imagine
licking your kitten.

Tasting
encasing
my face with the
amazing
amount of drip drip drop
that in my dreams
doesn't seem to ever stop
so I imagine
a daydream where I plot
and your enticed into
inviting me into that sweet wet spot.

Overpowering
the collective thought to abstain
with the way I've dreamed the stain
that your moisture has lain
from my tongue
to my chin
a grin
my "tell"
because I can't hide that I'm sprung...
sitting over here hung
still briefly
pausing to imagine just how sweet
you'll be on my tongue
hands wrung
head hung
I go back to dreaming
and there in my dream, then,
your wet
and I'm set
to get
what I long to get
wet...

sometimes?

DAMN SOMETIMES
AND TO HELL WITH THE DIFFERENCE MADE IN THE WORLD.
Try, you always make me smile
and you've made a difference in my life.
Any time
from
the slightest random thought
to the
largest
private joke caught.
Always....
even the ones I don't allow to grace
my face...
The sneak attacks,
squirrel forecasting clips,
trips
in and out my
consciousnessnessness
ducking and dodging
my out of control
train
of thoughts...
Riding
the ever present
green couch
from
thought
to
thought.
Caught,
between
my mind
and a hard place
am I
I am
placed hard
pressed
against
my mind's
constant
running
gunning
funning
but
on my face
in it's assured rightful place
is the
smile
that you place
also in my mind....
Way more than sometimes....

RE-GIFT.

Having a
emotional
aneurysm
as you have your
love
exorcism
my head
imprisoned
while my heart accepts this
fool's
mission.
I have
clear
vision...
So have
no
suspicion
that
I'm
wishing
for a different view of you.
I'm
not
missing
the real you...
Don't have
love
tinted
goggles, or view you through
crystal
like prisms
Just listen!
*Wanna be your guy*
With
your
permission...
I'm pitching
all slow balls,
no
curves
as I've conquered the
old
urge
to detach
and
swerve.
Some
nerve?
Yeah
cocky!
don't even
stop
me.
Just chill
rock
with
my
gab
gift,
words
are
swift
let their
meaning
stick
drift....
in and out of consciousness
so high
on
this
mental......
spliff.......
Open nostrils catch
a
whiff
take
that
sniff
internalize
and
re-gift...

Forget.

Say goodbye to love,
toodles to talkers of total
completeness,
cuz I'm done cooking...
and I'm pretty sure
I could stick a fork in you as well.

Wave it goodbye,
the dissatisfaction
of that other
95%,
plus the guys.

Sayonara
to covert ninjas
using their mysterious
movements to cause
misunderstandings,
that get misread
cause tear shed
and just plain get you
RED.
Say Bonjour to sad love songs,
since it means both, keep in mind
I mean the way that means so long...

Say goodbye to wondering if there's another
I'm right here
no where
really...
But waving hello to you
as I instruct you to
say bellybutton to
love
And say hello to
connection.

Don't

Your biting
I'm writing
inciting
this rioting
SOUND
I'll show you how I get down...
Philosophical prophecies,
prototype particular pontification
Prose or not to prose?
that's the question.

Exuberant eloquence!
Walk soft big stick.
Viable victories!
Vicious victims
sweating
for a lick
BITTEN
right?

Visual versions
hiding the
almost always abrasive
EMOTIONS
of
clowns
told you how I get down....

Allay your fears
fictitious foreigners
frolicking
froghopping
and bebopping
to my
talent at taming
tactician turned out
beats
Don't drip
or subliminally saturate
TECHNIQUES
with your
personal pretending
like that's not
perspiration.....

TODAY.

51 DAYS AGO
I STARTED WRITING TO YOUR MIND
TOOK TIME OUT MY DAILY GRIND
TO SEARCH FOR THE WORDS
TO TELL YOU THAT
US NOT BEING AT LEAST COOL
IS ABSURD
IN THE DAYS THAT HAVE FOLLOWED
I
LEARNED QUITE A BIT
IE: THE WEIRDNESS WE SHARE

SORRY I WAS STARING A BIT
WHERE WAS I?
YEAH I LEARNED SOME STUFF ABOUT YOU
AND AS WELL I REALIZED
THAT THE THINGS I IMAGINED ARE ALL TRUE
WE EVEN SHARED THE HICCUPS
LMAO
AND I CAN'T IMAGINE YOU REALLY THINKING YOU'LL HURT ME
YOU KNOW YOUR BLOWS WILL BE SOFT
THEN IN THE LAST FEW I FORGOT
WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEFORE I HAD YOU TO SHARE WITH
YOU KNOW EVERYTHING
EVEN MY THOUGHTS
SHIT
YOU MOVED FURNITURE IN
( I BOLTED IT TO THE FLOOR MYSELF
HOPE YOU DON'T MIND )
HAD TO MAKE SURE YOU DIDN'T
FALL VICTIM TO RAPIDITY OF MY MIND
AND HERE TODAY ON DAY 51
I SIT BACK AND THINK ON
WHAT IT IS WE'VE BECOME
AND AS MUCH AS I FEAR TRYING TO DEFINE
YOU AND ME
I COULDN'T RESIST CALLING TODAY
OUR 51 DAY ANNIVERSARY...

IF I HATED YOU

IF I HATED YOU
I'D HATE HOW WE
BE
ON THE PHONE
RELAXED
CLOSE TO PRONE
AND IF UNDIVIDED ISN'T GIVEN
THEN
YOU'LL KINDLY GET MISSING...

JUST FOR YOU ROX!

BUTTER

This is interesting. .

Margarine was originally manufactured to fatten turkeys. When it killed the turkeys, the people who had put all the money into the research wanted a payback so they put their heads together to figure out what to do with this product to get their money back. It was a white substance with no food appeal so they added the yellow coloring and sold it to people to use in place of butter.

How do you like it? They have come out with some clever new flavorings.

DO YOU KNOW.. the difference between margarine and butter?

Read on to the end...it gets very interesting!

Both have the same number of calories.

Butter is slightly higher in saturated fats at 8 grams, compared to

margarine at 5 grams.

Eating margarine can increase heart disease in women by 53% over eating the same amount of butter, according to a recent Harvard Medical Study.

Eating butter increases the absorption of many other nutrients in other foods.

Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine has a few,
only because they are added!

Butter tastes much better than margarine and it can enhance the flavors of other foods.

Butter has been around for centuries where margarine has been around for less than 100 years.

And now, for Margarine…

Very high in trans-fatty acids.

Triple risk of coronary heart disease.

Increases total cholesterol and LDL (this is the bad cholesterol) and lowers HDL cholesterol, (the good cholesterol).

Increases the risk of cancer up to five times.

Lowers the quality of breast milk.

Decreases immune response.

Decreases insulin response.

And here's the most disturbing fact.... HERE IS
THE PART THAT IS VERY INTERESTING!

Margarine is but ONE MOLECULE short of being PLASTIC…

This fact alone was enough to have me avoiding margarine for life,

and anything else that is hydrogenated (this means hydrogen is

added, changing the molecular structure of the substance).

You can try this yourself:

Purchase a tub of margarine and leave it in your garage or a shaded area. Within a couple of days you will note a couple of things:

* No flies, not even those pesky fruit flies will go near it (that should tell you something).

* It does not rot or smell differently because it has no nutritional value; nothing will grow on it. Even those teeny-weeny microorganisms will not find a home to grow. Why? Because it is nearly plastic. Would you melt your Tupperware and spread that on your toast?

Share This With Your Friends...(If you want to 'butter them up')!

Chinese Proverb:
'When someone shares something of value with you
and you benefit from it, you have a moral
obligation to share it with others.

DON'T FEEL LIKE TYPING...

ok last smile poem...

Your very smile is infectious!
And you call me precious?!
And I ain't trying to stress this...
But my smiles have become reckless,
more often than breakfast.
Cup of coffee?
Half a blunt?
You guessed it.

You!
The reason my frown was bested.
Hoping you can be the one my HEART rests with.
*smiling ear to ear as my thoughts are molested*


So smile for me.
Just if I have that effect,
cuz for now I want just your smiles,
take that juicy bottom one a stretch it miles.
Smile for me.
Just smile for me!
Nah, I got another idea to mess with.
Just smile for you,
and allow me to enjoy it...

All these new great smiles makes me wanna mention another smile...

Thinking
bout the days
I was drinking
falling over drunk
all cuz it was bad
when I thought what I most thunk...
That I was Pepe' Le peau
and you didn't like skunks
Thank god for friends
So now and then when I think of you
And all the bullshit you put me through
and all the wack shit you used to do
them times when you try to contact me
I smile
Cuz I can remember when I'd hit you back
just cuz I wasn't busy
Smiling cuz now you really think
I'm fucking chrissy
smiling cuz who wants another cup of
freeze dried schizy
Smiling cuz I met someone
that makes "with you" sound good again
and the thought that your pining
doesn't make me feel bad about your whining
it's just the thought when this devilish smile
begins...

on smiling for a minute

Wondering if my affection
will pass inspection
cuz when the time comes
I've succeeded in attraction
even tho that's just a fraction
of what it is you do
that brings this utter satisfaction
so as I preach selection
I'm over here quietly stressing
second guessing, this blessing,
just to have my smile prove it to me all over again.
and I so wanna be the reason
you smile shines like
I do
Let's just discuss it
take time with the issue
come co-star in my comicbook
"Adventures of weird boy!"
smile for me
I only wanna bring you joy.

I like

*dancing around the room*
*pokes you in your neck*
Things mentioned when that good feeling you give is on deck.
Bright smiles
A connection sought?
What's better than a seat in my mind,
a cuddle with my thoughts.
Blow kisses to my synapses
Imagine you the drug...
*constant relapses*
*quits the crassness*
Light the path
and let's walk it
any topic
spark it
stop play and park it
on your green couch.
*Rather Unique*
Yet it be you bring the smile to it's brightest peak.
Come away?
Let's stay away
with mental play
Not right away
but all day
Just stay away.
Cuz you do something special to me...
In case you forgot
*Interested and frightened*
But however you do what you do
I sure do like it...

written...

So I look over
and I
brush off my shoulder
and I
feel way less colder
as I
breath on your shoulder
as you
climb into my head...

Then I think a though
and my
smile is sought
and you come out
and wink
at the smile you brought...

So once you settle back in
and I
start to grin
and you
begin smiling again
so I
think a sin
just to see what you'd say while you were in...

So these footprints in my ear
while you
climb in and out here
makes me
wish they disappear
just to
happily reappear
on the
Front of my heart...

never do have titles.... dont wanna use a line from the song... idk.

SO FIRST OFF RIGHT? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SUNSHINE? ( Yes, that's what I decided on in terms of a pet name for you... [holds pillow tight] )

So anyway I wake up right? Not a wake up person anyway, ( I say that cuz the way I have no schedule I might wake in the evening so I can't call it not being a morning person... ) So I immediately notice the young frozen jumping bean, interested in breakfast. Not too bothered cuz if I go to hell it damn sure ain't gonna be cuz I forgot to wash out a uniform and he ain't go to school. He'll do some work out his workbook, read some books, and eventually sleep cuz i wont let him watch t.v. But w/e you know? Honestly if anyone is a detriment to him it's the fact that his school has him coloring and cutting out shapes, when he can friggin read! ( his homework even says I should write the answers he gives me, and he can write! ) The speed with which our minds move looks sumpin like an attention disorder. It's not tho, it's that u thinking so fast that you solved the problem but was onto the next before u put the solution into effect. See his daddy had a co-d, and BYRD-O is soooo not me. Depending on who you ask, for better or worse, ( my opinion? he was sooo better.. ) but we different. Fundementally in fact. Having a Co-d did sumpin to him, much like not having one, did sumpin equally lifeshaping yet different to me. See he grew up thinking that there was a particular alliance he could make, to change the adverse effects of starting out a dope boy. In the end he decided that the trust of that type of alliance, doesn't exist in this world. Whether because of the bad energy he put out or not, he never found it and decided it just plain doesn't exist. In the end he ended up being affiliated with people because when ur standard for alliance is that high u figure ur not gonna find it u associate with some unscrupulous folk. Me though? I decided early for no reason other than it was one of my very first opinions to distrust the world. My take or adaptation to the intelligence my sibling's and I share with our collective early experience's was " fuck you, you, you, you, you, you coulda been cool but since I said fuck you to errybody else I might as well be an equal oppertunity fuck you provider... The world didn't make friggin sense to me, and I don't mean that way that teenagers misunderstand the world cuz they high or in love or just depressed. I mean in the sense that I saw defeat before I saw success. Before I ever succeded or failed at anything, before I even tried to... Getting straight A's simply to keep teachers out my face. Gaming hoes cuz I could, slinging dope cuz I could do it better than the dope boys. So much the mobster. Less the gangster, but with so much disdain for life and the "Human problem" that you should really stay out my way. Now I've seen me grow from distrusting and waging war on the entire world, to having the notion that I could become a real kingpin, not just that guy in the hood throwing block parties... sho nuff Frank Lucas. Then on to thinking I could bring pimping back to the east coast all cuz since I distrusted
everyone and everything, thinking if I fuck you first w/e u do from here is getback. Nowadays I trust everyone. I'm also no where near who I could be. Not that I wanna be anything else, but, that's just my point. What happened to being mad I wasn't what I could be? Even if illegal kingpin was a lofty dream. So striking me from the pool of people he'll grow up to be sumpin like.
Insane thing is I know his daddy don't want him to be like him either... Didn't want me to hustle, but I looked at it thru them distrustful ass lenses and it looked like he called the police on my dopehole cuz we was doing better than him. When actually, he just wanted to scare me into the straight and narrow... The other very large point is that the way to get to where am who I am ain't the one he on, and yet I still fear it'll be my fault if he ends up like his father. I mean he's the one that had a Co-d, complained when left alone. He's not gonna be me from watching me, but I feel like there's sumpin else I could do to keep him from thinking that there's a friend out there that's gonna make shit better cuz it ain't. Love don't even heal all. The happiest married ppl in the world will tell you that...
Meanwhile,
all he wants is a snack.....
and I realize that his daddy was like brother, father, friend and mother to me... and I start to feel lonely and cold.

SMILE.

Smiling
at you seeking your smile
for me because you say you smile
just because you made me smile.


Laughing
at your smile
because your
smiling
at my laugh.


Laughing
smiling
simply because
when
we smile
there's
a reason to laugh
at our
simply funny
smiling
selves
We
are
so
WEIRD.
I
like
it....

dope boys stare at the ceiling...

Sitting and reminiscing
about memories I memorized
to go back and reminisce about
without a doubt
I am about
what I write about
and I remember a memory
that reminds me
of a reminiscent
time when the
DOPE BOYS
WAS DEFINITELY
IN THE BUILDING!
and I'm willing
to stop this chilling
writing
typing
and beat building
and spree on sum killing
or at least cop
and hole up in my room and get to pilling
hit anywhere i see a fiend hard
stack to the ceiling
mind reeling
from the five steps I took back
and yet in this daydream
I keep moving forward and copping crack
cooking crack
and slinging smack
and the chilling
gets back to willing
me to take my O.G. ass to bed
and stare at the ceiling...