There's a calmness to the air of the trailer park
As the dumpster in the back slides to the right
Underneath is where our Super Hero has his lair
And where adventure starts out every night
For years now it's been the same old routine
Belches as he wobbles to his feet
Throws the remote down on the beer stained couch
Scratches his rear at the same time picking his teeth
Yes, the night belongs to Beer Belly Batman
Who spends his time fighting petty crime
From spitting on the sidewalkers to mouth full of food talkers
Putting them back in their place and back in line
Sure he used to be a top notch crime fighter
Evil forces he always did foil
But after years and years of beating crime up
The beating on him has taken its toll
If the neighbors music is to loud feel free to call him
Nothing he likes better than knocking heads of unruly kids
Hey Punk!Pull Your Pants Up! Is his favorite motto...
Giving Super Hero Wedges like nobody's biz
I don't know about you but this much is true
I always feel a little more safe and sound
And sleep that that much better at night
Knowing there's a White Trash Super Hero around
Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready?
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
And when there’s beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
(We were called the HUGI TWINS - pronounced hoogie - we still are :-))
We were joined at the mustaches
Of chocolate milk
Daring preschool to challenge us
On the virgin journey
I sat next to him
By his first words
"What's YOUR name?"
Like he had one he had to share
But knew it wasn't polite
To just blurt it out.
In those three words
He owned me
Whether he wanted to
We authored world conquering agendas
On short chairs
And nap mats
Giving away all our secrets
In shouting whispers of confidentiality
Of our teacher's Prophetic thwarts).
Batman and Robin plagarized us
For we were unity
Born to co-dependency
Birthed to this bond
Which we wore like an arrogant badge
All the other 5 year olds.
Inside the doors
Of lower education
We were royalty.
In the outer world
We were famous explorers
Almost too famous
Passing on the one adventure
That caved in
On three of our friend's lives.
The alley was the highway to everything -
And Russell's house.
Russell was older
And our friend.
He made us important
Until we "matured"
And became the new cool.
That's how we ride
But then it happened
My crime-fighting cohort
Was taken captive
By menacing parents
And forced to move
I would cry as he pulled away.
And single high schools
Demand one fact -
There will be a reunion.
In the same marble halls
Which echo with the footsteps
Of our fathers
The dynamic duo reignite.
Our chariot was legend
As the Hugimobile
In Starsky and Hutch red and white
Became our calling card.
Filled with flying manes
Obscure sports paraphenalia
And healthy egos
The Show was on the road.
The residue of living was co-owned
In the trenches
His closet was mine
My closet was his.
Everything was communal -
We got our nickname
And selling family bibles
Door to door
Stopping with each victory
To generate business for DQ
One cherry coke and cone
At a time.
But those are things -
But things nonetheless.
He is more
Than good things.
He is the anchor
He wields forgiveness
Like a shield.
When others cut and run
He picks me up
Not only from enemy hurts
But from hurts that I have caused
On my own.
He has eaten the burnt goods
Of my friendship
He introduced me to humility
For which I can never repay.
We are forever friends
Because he is forever benevolent.
And when I In these years
Find that tender boy
He looks at me and says
"What's YOUR name?"
Strengthening I in my spirit
I reply "Hugi Twin"
Then remember I am something
Because of that unmerited favor.
My hand broke this morning
I cannot choke chickens
Hillbilly hand fish
Or kill fucking lions
Lions, in the coliseum
Fed to the lions like the gladiators
Skinny gladiators without armor
Skinny fucking gladiators in skinny fucking jeans
Cutting lions with pens and paper
Cutting lions with…. Nooks?
I have lost weight
From feeding my keeper
Feeding my zoo keeper
The crowds at this coliseum
This keeper is a fucking lion
In a Hawaiian shirt
A fucking killer
A fucking Lion in a bare man’s feet
The bare feet of men
“Where are the gladiators!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Fuckin killin it man
I’m killin it man
I am a goddamn gladiator
A goddamn killer
A goddamn fool
A bare man
Dirt from bare men
From their feet
From between the toes of time
I have cancer
From my keeper
From my chest
From Paul maybe
Or that goddamn Hawaiian shirt
Or the crowds who are killing it,
And my Lions
I am a lion
I am teeth and flesh and noise
I am bone
I am in hiding
I am nothing
Until I am
I am sight
I am sick
and in your throat
I am Jesus
I am wood
I am steel
I am hanging
I am Batman
I am guns
And a show
I am dead
I am the third day
I am a stone
I am stoned
I was stoned
I am a woman
Before a man
Before the apple
I am the apple
I am touch
Between the sheets
Off the books
I am a fucking gladiator
Going, Going, Gone
I am History
I am a phantasm
I am dreaming
I am Jack
I am Jackin Off
Gettin it done
I am a mess
I am drunk
I am broken
I am a gladiator
A pool of blood
I am run out
I am strung out
I am fight
I am tight
I am unstrung
I am in
I am her
I am in her
I am in and out
I am outta here
I am a minute
I am a man
I am a minute, man
I am lost
I am ink
I am this poem
I am this poem
I am fighting
What if the sky wasn't blue?
The ocean woulnt be reflecting true
What if brand new cars could fly?
We would have stoplights in the sky
What if our dogs did not bark?
It'd be a lot quieter in the dark
What if water was light green?
It would not seem so very clean
What if little boys were girls?
Why they would have long pretty curls
What if little girls were boys?
They would have trucks, Batman ,and muscle toys
What if cash grew on a tree?
Then everything in the world would be free
What if flaming fire was cold?
Then a lit charcoal briquet you could hold
What if , I ask what if once more?
I will always have an answer in store
What's your what if?
Lived a long time coming,
Picked up yesterday my three year old boy,
Third of a third of a third of a third
Of a half of me,
Who I only see once a year,
And we fell in love once again,
all over as is our style,
We belly kiss,
High five, talk jive,
Tell each other grand stories
Of dragons in pizza parlors.
Each of us,
Trying the other out,
To ascertain just what
Stuff we are made off.
I love to put him to sleep,
My fingers, rhyme writing like Pradip,
To the turning tires of mom's Toyota van,
When the tired is a steady stream
Of word mumbles of which I understand
A word here and there, but an epic poem
He recites, a verbal dream, a slippage
To that place where three year old bones
And crying go when they pass the point of
Rub his cheek with circles of forefinger,
Stroke his head with full palm of my hand,
Close his eyelashes with gentle fingertip kisses,
Take the toys from his fists without any resistance,
Sure signal time for both of us to nap.
His surprises endless,
His cunning now legend,
Alternating disguises tween
I a big boy,
I a baby,
As the situation arises that will
Get him what he wants,
A masterful manipulator.
Which is funny cause I still do that too.
But when he stops me in my tracks,
It is when somehow the brain that has
Just crossed the thousand day alive marker
Says the profound, the uncanny, the
Philosophy of the world weary that is something
That I think just about every thirty seconds.
It is when after some particularly wild reverie
I compose, of seals that swim from his Frisco bay
Around the world to mine, on Long Island
Pacific to Atlantic, and after ten minutes of
Escapading with Batman and his mates,
He looks me and takes me down with this
Almost clears spoke sabered wisdom,
But in the juvenile voice soft sleepy, of a babe of three,
Half statement of fact, half a soulful-questioning,
How does this three year old comprehend
The essential difference between dreams
And reality, that is separated, wheat, chaff,
Milk curd, cheese, the spider silk line that differentiates
All of life essentially.
Yes kid, I am kidding,
I tell that to myself every thirty seconds,
To keep me sane, straight, true,
But I whisper it to myself grownup style,
Who ya kidding?
So it appears that when they say
Out of the mouths of babes
They were talking about adults
Who are hoping they can still be three,
When wisdom and silly are just the
Yes I am.
Just a kid,
Kidding you, kidding himself,
Pushing his very own stroller,
Writing crazy stories he calls
Poems, lovely little things,
As soft as your skin, stories of him,
That always end,
With belly kisses and a
Oct. 14th 1492
When I "discovered" the Americas.
HP this be, my three hundred bad and seventy third poem.
If they really knew,
It would be asterisked,
*who ya kidding?
You just might be Batman;
An orphan in a sense, estranged from one,
The other a blue body in a backseat.
You went spelunking into dark times
Caves of injustice that have drowned better men
and emerging as the greatest man I've ever known.
A witch once tried to eat your heart
in the heights of Gotham City and laughed as you
presented your soul as an olive branch.
The circle of gold that held promise was
just tin and nickel.
In the black I found you, shadows unable
to hide the way your eyes glimmer
with mischief and wonder.
A child's gaze
I encountered on a roundabout that left me between four corners.
We slayed our first monster that night,
the bottom of a wine bottle and a nightmare I'd had
of green eyes and white hands that wanted to
rip me apart.
I gave you a part of my heart to fix the witch's spell,
patchy and stuttering but alive.
I am unarmed and you are much too good,
but we shall slay monsters
You jogged your way out of the womb, as if you had already signed up for cross country,
and stopped traffic,
with a cigarette, already resting between your pointer and your middle finger,
and the only time you ever put it down,
was to show your worth to the government,
Where you would flick the bird toward DC,
no matter where in the world you were,
with a quiet "fuck you".
Though, eventually you did prove yourself,
and you dressed yourself in pixelated camo,
and you taught me how to hold a gun,
and when you were sent over seas,
and everyone was nervous for you,
I never was. Not once. Because you're my big brother after all,
and thats comparable to Superman, or Batman, but not Aqua man because he's dumb.
If our parents needed a manual for any of us, it was you,
and it would be called,
"Grumpy Older-Middle Children that Could Possibly be a Pyromaniac for Dummies"
But you didn't,
and after watching you scale the walls of our home for years,
Mom, finally got the hint, and through a belt, and a rope at you,
and dropped you off at the Brac center,
where you would scale your way to the top of the rock-climbing wall,
ring the cow-bell that hung from the ceiling,
Although you played so cool,
I could see in your eyes, you felt like you were lighting the torch to the Olympics.
I would watch you through the window of the Gymnastics gym,
and when I would get out early,
I would slip on a belt too,
and you would belay me up the wall,
then let me fall until I almost hit the ground,
then catch me,
and I never doubted your ability to catch me.
Because you were my big brother after all,
and that was comparable to the highest mountain,
the loudest roar of thunder in a storm,
or the brightest lightening strike.
and when you found out that I wear your navy blue "Staff"
shirt to bed, you replied with,
"its ok, you can keep it, because your my little sister after all, and it looks better on you anyway."
Into a place far away but too familiar,
I push open the rusty purple gates,
Inhale a lungful of the province air,
Kick away blue pebbles on the dusty ground,
Mano my lolo, my tito
Beso my lola, my tita
And give my cousins a nudge on the arm,
A pinch on the cheeks.
I squeeze between four people
In a rickety wooden bench and
Pass around plate after heavy plate.
I fill my banana leaf
With spaghetti too soft too sweet,
Almost like pudding,
With crispy chicken dripping with oil.
I wash it off with a cool glass of gulaman,
Chewy beads and gems in sugary water.
Fathers talk about basketball, boxing, billiards;
Mothers browse through photo albums and magazines;
While we children argue about Superman or Batman.
Our laughter fills the humid air
And goes up, up, up to the ears of the neighbors.
In celebration of the time we have together
And a nice sunny day
We devour our meals
And go ahead and
Climb trees and
Get our faces sticky with sweet fruits,
Lick chocolate ice popsicles,
Chase each other in the weedy playground,
Bike around town,
Pick colorful flowers,
Wrestle with each other,
Play badminton on a windy day,
Scare around chickens and guinea pigs,
And play patintero under the dull orange street lamps.
We nervously creep inside the back door,
All sweaty, bearing bruises and scratches
But still with wide smiles on our faces.
All is futile though.
An angry grandmother awaits,
Scolding us for
Coming home past sunset.
More and more stars glitter the sky
As the night gets deeper and deeper.
The gentle evening breeze whistles a note
As it enters through the window.
The karaoke blasts grating voices
Interrupted by hearty laughter.
Playing cards and corn chips litter the table.
We children exchange jokes and ghost stories.
We bid our goodbyes,
Sharing hugs and kisses
Stained with discontent and sadness.
Our hearts about to burst
In excitement for the next
"Mano" is a respectful gesture done mostly to elders wherein you hold a person's hand and make it touch your forehead. "Beso" is something usually done by ladies wherein you brush cheeks with each other. "Lolo" means grandfather. "Tito" means uncle. "Lola" means grandmother. "Tita" means aunt. "Gulaman" is a popular drink/desert. "Patintero" is a kind of outdoor game wherein a team must prevent the other team from crossing over to the other side of the court by tagging them, it's really fun!
What happen to the envy to all imagination
Nothing is worse fearing the person you once loved
I guess the reasons have become to worthless
And the sensitivity is real when you make a picture perfect
If you have the right to dream then you have the right to work it
That's that feeling that makes it worth it
I Try to repent on the true commitments
But that fraud is dangerous if it's not indented
Positive work ethics I see that's a good successful story
Bashing in the moments and bathing in the glory
Now I know it's the world wide mess
I change from hood hoodies to business suits to dress and impress
When Hov made his first Mill I was still in my Batman draws
Now this young cub is following in his own lion paws
I swear last night was so unreal
My jesus your blessing is not invisibles so please take the wheel !!