Don’t lose yourself!
When You feel like you don’t have nothing to lose, you don’t give a fuck whose life is lost.
To The Max.
What’s wrong? More than I wanna admit.
What’s right? Things I don’t want to fit.
Every angle can bring danger. The turn of every corner makes a strange blow normal.
I push passed being stuck in comfort. A challenge in the only thing worth my disruption.
Something In The Water.
Is it something in the water?
Perspiration and promises shouldn't quench thirst for lies. It ruins what you make up, like a fool’s disguise. Your tears can't be joyous when they create a face despised- full of memories no one wants to own or recognize.
Happy Home
Back holding me up.
Holding me down so I can be at ease and let the happiness run wild.
Love strong as bone. Mending and healing and growing. Truely unbreakable.
When you were gone, I was empty as a fake hug. Now I’m full, even as tears gush.
Whole as the home blasting Franky Beverly, feeling so happy it’s heavenly.
The Other Side.
Is the grass greener on the other side?
That’s obvious!
The real question is, what do you have to do to maintain it?
CLEVER
Good man. Bad thinking.
Ill as the heartbreak he seeks to make him better.
The clever understand. How to hold pain over until you spill the goods.
Is he bad for taking what you give? Gifts that help the party live.
He’s unattached but you hold onto the note until you grimace from the deep hurt sharp as papercuts.
Stabbing like the moment he became your love.
DAMN
DAMN!
What happened to the daily smiles, kisses & hugs. Love you'd turned into depression and suicidal thoughts, deadly enough to turn pills into slugs, shooting up and shooting off.
The sparks that fly after you say goodbye don't provide oohs and ahhs. They demand hate and sobs, and generations that don't recover from the gasoline blanket you lit to reveal your unhappiness instead of opening up and letting help in.
DAMN!
Trauma Report
The Trauma Report.
Touches on why your life is out of order. You pay more for failures than success. Love for yourself &family should be excessive. If it’s not, see how it relates to the state of mind you live in.
Troubles and ignorance live on through your children. So spread truth rather than feelings. Falsehoods live longer than ghetto deaths of a loved-one and only change to lure you in.
Who’s Your Devil?
Who’s your God?
Who's your devil?
Putting you and keeping you in a personal hell?
Whatever god you trust, you better believe it’s yourself.
Mischievous Soul
Mister soul.
People think my moves are for enjoyment.
They are a strain to keep blood from dancing on the ceiling. Painting walls with a haunting canvas. Releasing a life of seeking selfish attention. Making hearts beat or skip to be remembered.
I Missed her soul. My shot left love vacant. It was misdirected. Dicks don't choose where they’re aimed. Or when emptied. I caused a mess not condoned or helped with. Leaking loves death wish. Bringing life to memories she will never forget.
Food For Thought
Memories feed the soul so make sure your legacy is full of goodness. It will make your lady say oh my every time your nearby.
Natures Gravy
I’m thankful for…
Being able to spread buttery buns.
My mack is cheesy but makes it creamy.
Caressing your nogs until my eggs leak.
Your stuffing and pie leaving sweet and savory lingering’s in my beard so remember the recipe.
What I’m Pondering
A secure person cannot have a lasting relationship with someone who isn’t.
A sturdy man will always stumble if he only has shaky ground to walk on.
Grown Man Talk
If you’re grown and you’re still wishing for things, it means you aint making the moves to get it.