what a fine love
a destiny of stories
to listen as she speaks
she does anything for me
what more could a man ask
a strong independent woman
& it be no matter the task
so for you I'm practicing a
true understanding
to be the best companion
your king with comprehension
cause lord knows your struggle
as a queen, the constant battles
that come with pursuin all your dreams
to me, you should get all the
diamond rings, adventures with
serene, ocean views like vivid scenes
from a movie... you know
of your favorite matineé, thats smoothe
like your skin in your favorite
Lingerie. Pretty brown eyes
that shine just like a ray
that beams from the blinds
on a warm & sunny day
She's Beautiful...

What is love to a person
you can't understand
to assume you know them
but to them
you dont comprehend
the source, past experiences
to you, it's always him
feeling deeply connected
but wont look deep within
your own mind, your own thoughts
your own body
I told you before
It dont matter if you try me
I love test though
cuz I fail them all to well
You say you love me
but dont even love yourself

Sup old man, my gold plan
was to be better than you
but as time passes by
I realize I was already
greater than you, Elevated & true.
I restate it in blue. While this
ink pen leaks, I am painted as truth
20 years you laid down
behind a cell, sendin mail
I call tell, emotions from a stranger
that knew he failed as a father.
I didn't bother to write back
to see you in person now
a free man, how can I fight that
I'm happy but I dont know you
just your legacy. Another lost black king
so me, I'll never be.

Aggression overflowing
emotions Im controlling
Negative thoughts not eroding
The tension to be Explosive
I need to break
Cant relate to blind eyes
to you it may be blue
but to me its red skies
especially in the night
how come I only seem to mention
I feel the cold glares
they see me as my complexion
time is of the essence
& honestly I dont stress it
but I do seem to feel this
overwhelming Aggression

Welcome Little One
Little Bird, You have sung
From the womb of your mom
To the grasp of her thumb
I am your big brother
Yes I have come
To tell you hello
You're not alone, we are one
Welcome Little One

As A Graffiti Writer
We Live a Double Life,
Don't Mean ‬‪It's The Same
When The Day
Becomes The Night.‬

In the midst of the storm
true faith is born
Here lies silence of the ego
the air is warm
will you give into doubt
& the ocean of depth
or stay afloat & trust the Journey your blessed
where there's a will there's a way
Idle thoughts will get swept
by the Sea of Miracles
remain poised & content
no journey, worth gold is without
struggle.