An East Point Tale Trios

Met a king once
Standing a top a castle
Only a boy but
His PWR soared above us all
We could only look up in awe
Two of heaven’s Maddest Angels
Reigning over Atmosphere and Ocean
Kneeling to the king of Neely Avenue
If i was a coach i would invest
If i was a teacher i would test
i am a God so i blessed
Guided correctly his reign could extend
Beyond avenues to mountain tops
Towering over us all
Neo Timbuktu


There Can Be Only UNO

i really wish i could take you with me
Its just still too early
Realistically we wouldn’t work
My style is too wild
Yours more conservative
And i get it
i used to live there too
A long time ago
But ever since
i’ve grown accustomed to the solo life
Nothing lasts forever right?


Tienanmen Square to Atlanta Capital
Monks and Soldiers
Veterans of this game we play
Pray i don’t become prey
To the bullet of an oppressor
i am not a cheetah
i cannot outrun them
But if i were to fall
Pray my soul shines ablaze
Burning indefinitely
Warmth for the isolated ones
Pocketing frozen hearts
Theirs and also
Maybe a wife maybe a mother
Father, sister, or brother
Burn for them those who
Carry the extra load
Till the job is done

Costco Combo Pizza

Got a hunger in my mind causing
A rumble in my tummy
There’s a certain flavor i want to taste
Costco combo pizza
When i recall the taste
i remember Your face
Soft brown lady
With a single bun
Swallowed by black dress
Wearing the frequency i like
(its all about energy with me)
Wish you would’ve talked more and
Had not been around your asshole friend
Her negativity spoiled the vibe
Next time have the courage to
Talk to me direct
With no posse by you side
A lone gunman always respects another


He stood there amidst a retail environment
Stocking merchandise a mental jolt caused him to halt
Stepping outside of himself
Psychely he
Saw to his left the choice others wanted him to make
(And he too as well, to a physical degree)
To his right, the tried and true path
Knew it like a wife
Temptation of a seductive destruction to the left
Tried and true success to the right
If he makes a left its all over
If he makes a right he’s still in the game
The left is buzzing a selective frequency
And i am bumble bee gravitating to honey pots
The right is easy money
Guaranteed success
Logic dictates he turn right
But when had fun ever needed logic?
Fun is on the left
Or was it
The Trinity to my matrix on the left
Road to ruin on my right
Infinite possibilities, all confusing
With no other cars behind me
Guess i can wait



You can tell a lot
About a persons character
Based on their rising upper
The execution of it i mean
Some are pinpoint, precise
Others, all over the place
Many styles all aiming for your face
The city was fighting
Where were you
The city is fighting
Where are you
Don’t blink
Guarantee you’ll miss it