Comeback

It’s been some time since my last keystroke, I hope I don’t choke on the word-vomit that my thoughts provoke. So yoke the throat of my utensil and you’ll see how my heart spills out the tip of my pencil. It’s suspenseful and will drive you hysterical when my ideas spit onto your theory’s material, leaving a stain so deranged that you’ll rearrange how you feel about my take on the game.

Don’t be a fool and pick up these jewels that I’m putting down,

’cause fate deals the deck and you decide whether to fold or play for the ducats.

So pull up and come through and see how me and mine do.

Peace

Bold

It’s a new year n a new me and fear is no longer my enemy

I’m stronger and bolder, like Tyson vs Frazier, dropping the hate 1st Round

Then snatching your paper!

Best watch out n check how I’ll collect clout

‘Cause I’m coming out pointing both barrels,

Putting hate in it’s place, then kicking it down the stairwell

It’s the year to hold on to those dear,

For hope is in my scope, me and mine know

I’m the fella who shares his d(h)ope.

Best wishes you trifling b*tches!

Covered in Paint

You choke the shaft of the brush,

wet the tip with what looks like spit

and begin to stroke.

I blush and hush my screams,

from seeing the streaking paint cream,

leaking onto your fists.

Yet you maintain a firm grip and

giggle at how I’m stoked

from your every brushstroke.

You’re talented, creative and reckless

when you allow the paint to spray onto your canvas.

You finger paint with the clumped up droplets and

smile at the masterpiece you accomplished.

While ignoring the paint sprinkled around your eye sockets.

Protected

I stick with my fam,
those who got my back
better than any chiropract.
These are crazy fools that
keep it real and crude.
We cum like glue
and stick together
like gum to shoes.
We’re intense with flows
of dense molasses
to clog arteries
and murk the masses
Out to heist jewels
and ready to cause disaster,
blasting first
and asking questions after.
We hover over your rotting cadaver.
‘Cause our craft kills
with vibrating waves of thrills,
that flood the streets of every burrow.
piercing hearts
and hits the spine like an epidural.
Feel these endorphins
flooding your brain to
morph the pain
that’s keeping you awake.

Work

There’s a limit to how “close” friends from work should be.

They’re people who keep one sane during the dread of long working days.

Folks who share memes, joke in-between meetings

and complain about the superior bureaucracy.

I keep things professional, maintain my distance and act amicable.

I decline post work drinks and when the week ends, I’m extinct.

The only thing intimate I’ve shared

is my dislike for laid edges on blonde women’s hair.

Work comes first when your pocketbook thirsts.

So, I drop those in the way of getting my guap,

because I play for keeps and I’ll take what belongs to me.

Tony Montana said it best, “In this country, you gotta make the money first.

Then when you get the money, you get the power.

Then when you get the power, then you get the women.”