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

ON: Kanye’s Choice

Before i begin, lets make one thing clear, i wrote this because i was bored.
i in no way endorse Mr. West’s political/philosophical views however

i do enjoy the shit out of his music. Why? Cuz the nigga made Jesus walk.

Kanye is right, to a degree. The philosophy he speaks, this definition of “choice,” is based on a centuries old guerreros code. When the barrel of a loaded gun is aimed at one’s head, anyone can choose to rebel or comply. Those in bondage chose to comply.
(Those that choose to rebel met other fates).

It’s easy for us in a position of comfort to sit back and judge the hard choices of others.
Honestly most people, no matter what point in the timeline you jump into, are not about that bushido life. Most people, myself included (depending on the situation) would gladly bow down to an oppressor in order to preserve what little time we have left. Most of us do it every day when we clock in to work each and every morning. Another day another dollar another chance for my boss to slurp up my surplus value.

This is a testament to how sweet a flower life is. To be forced to choose the lowest quality of life as opposed to a swift death at the hands of an enemy. Because life in any form is worth living. Wouldn’t you agree?

An East Point Tale Too

Her attire
So tight so simple
Tank top and leggings
Hugged her like a second skin
Thick thighs, wide hips and
Two tits trapped within
Outfit was all black
As if her body was dipped in ink
Blonde hairs on her head
Pulled back into a tail
Sweat, initiated by the sun, trickled down her face
Moisturizing her entire body
Giving it a honey’d glaze
Pulling weeds planting seeds
She was a dirty girl doing the lords work
i was a nature boy sinning under sky fire
Mesmerized by the beauty of her nature, Boy!
i rolled home triumphant that day
Having witnessed a miracle on 2961 East Point Street


im kinda like a biggie album
ready to die
but im still here
for some reason
not sure why
this place was never home to me
when im gone i wont miss it
the dead dont reminisce
the living forget the dead
Earth keeps spinning