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


Emerald Fire

Twas a typical Saturday night
The bar was overflowing with people
Alone she stood out
She was a shining gem
Everything around here a wash
Nothing was more accurate than her image
Couldn’t get her out of my mind
The whole night she reappeared
But who am i to her
But a long dead memory
Relic of  the past
There’s something remarkable about her
But i don’t think she knows it
She’s a million bucks but doesn’t realize her worth
People tell her but no one’s ever really shown her
Made her feel it

Fuck You

What possess a woman
Employed as an educator
To teach lies to
A father
Against a son
Based upon the laters
False desire to
View her naked body
Manipulaing the Father to
Strike the Son
Witnessed by an audience of
His peers
Truth be told
Shit is more attractive


Calling Faye 2

To Faye the first woman i ever loved. Before severance our bond was psychic.

.I know some grudges I should put to rest but for christianity i have eternal vitriol
That good bitch Jesus raped my mom while the preacher man held her
Down by the riverside serenaded by the choir
I tried to warn her but my vices is all she saw
The wisdom of my words unheard
The plight of a young god trapped inside the body of a child
Could only stand by and watch as Jesus raped my mom
Of her sanity, my father his integrity, the kid sis and i tryna get the fuck out
And i got out of mental slavery, all started the day i ran away
Came back one day to free them but in their eyes i was still a child
Communicating with them became futile
So i wondered the world again, waiting to even the score
That good bitch Jesus enslaved my people, a vitriol that won’t fade
Till we ignite the pew
Burning the memory of that good bitch Jesus and
The miseducation sunday school spews
To poor, black, families
Desperate for salvation