I got my Masters in Dutch and a Bachelor’s in Swisher
Graduate Hard Knocks by the Narrowest Slither
I’m Smart But Not the Flashiest Nigga and once I learn lessons
Class dismissed
A Homerun Hitter no asterisk; though you try dealing your fastest pitch
When Last I quit, I can’t recall proper
Scalded lungs pass the spliff poured Vodka I am neither man
Nor monster; won’t deny I have a sore spot for
classy chicks
I’m aloof like the shower sponge, crass emit a sour tongue
Amass my riches outta slums; jousting with guns is such a downer
One dollar does not a dream make; Gun Powder to prop extreme statesmen
But –
No bwoy nah guh test me yo
We posture ’cause it’s the best we know
I’m the poet-emcee’s wet dream though
’specially blowed off the best weed, cho!
slipped inside the vestry door
forget priests I got some questions
Dear father, does my ambition beget greed?
A balladeer
I asked him cavalierly
I’m strong in my heart
My feet are rather weary
What sign of the weak
that I splatter theories so loud
the people have to hear me
The youths are misguided
we split sides spit fire piss iron
the best of us tip tides amidst liars
but after our time
we git tired
I wanna
collect bitches like figurines
walk o’er floods to kick a breeze
smoke more buds with thicker leaves
Stalk tall funds like nigga please
Feel familiar like six degrees
The treasure is in the mysteries
Are these
Men or monsters
reading from teleprompters?
(per my advice
you better watch)
Mind parables that ignore your children
And demagogues who war for scores
Hording billions
I used to hate but now I sorta feel ‘im
I realize now that we was buildin’
That Gen. T-SO got me right mah nig…
The Genteel Oath To Life Unlived
I spell dawg with an A-W
The first and last letters of my name trouble you
I taint love the way lovers do
Plus got flow like rain puddles
We gain through struggle so who could say I ain’t true?
I feel u. I do.