Ninth grade, thirteen, I ride my bicycle to school
Headphones ******* up my hearing. Mr. Fiasco's The Cool
Irony I couldn't kick push, because I'd probably fall
And if I crack my head open i'd have no one to call
My mama works two jobs, pops works out of state
Band practice after school, my house'll be empty till late
So my backpack packed with textbooks, a gameboy, and some sheet music
Three broken pencils, it's heavy i'm used to it
I wasn't **** back then
truly not much has changed
I went to Samuel from sam
acceptance of myself in my name
Acceptance of my mistakes, and the release of the shame
And realized when you a genius they label you lame

Every step taken in life is do or die

It's starting to feel as if failure is akin to suicide

Currently i'm thinking that i'm too alive

teetering on the border

Of perfect balance and disorder

I'm standing in the danger zone

but i'm two steps away from home

At night I lay still
Chained tight in my own minds cage
I pray for sweet rest

My love
       I'm self-destructing
I'm dying
  I'm killing
By my own hands the life in this vessel is slipping away
Every night I struggle to remember why my creator chose to prolong my existence
Yet every night the list of reasons gets shorter, and shorter still
I'm finally down to one
You.

I’m awoken by the sound of the alarm
My throats dry
My lips are cracked
My temples are throbbing
The rooms dark
As I open my eyes
I hear soft breathing next to me in bed
I check my phone
One call missed
three messages unread
The call from my father
The messages from her
Last nights a blur
The empty bottles around the room explain the fuzz
Truth be told I’ve still got a buzz
Truer truth be told as I take a swig from the half empty bottle I’m still drunk
My concept of self is shaky
What city is this?
Is it Cullowhee or Compton
South beach or Charlotte?
Or some where I’ve never been
Whoever’s in the bed shifts as I stumble out of it
I can’t tell if it’s the lack of light or the liquor
but I can’t describe her features
Maybe it’s neither
Maybe I just don’t care
Either way I open the curtains and flood the room with light
I know the city and her as much as I know myself
The only thing I’m sure of is that I’m on the top floor and still alive

cheap liquor to ya head ya drain the substance  from the bottle
With them Vicky secrets on ya body’s lookin like model
With your mind going numb its gettin so easy to swallow
all them medals on the wall were gold plated and hollow
Daddy lil princess raised inside an ivory tower
Prince charming showed up and he amazed you with his power
You gave him all your treasures he was gone within the hour
Now the sweet lies that he told got your mouth tasting sour
You singing Mirrior mirror on the wall
Who's the most tainted of them all
Your lipsticks smeared and mascara's faded
Any price to feel love baby girl you know you paid it
I met you one night and I tried to ease ya pain
But you won't touch my black skin in fear it leaves a stain
On that pretty Prada dress thats hanging off ya frame
Crown of amethyst polluting your brain

You looking at me
I’m looking through you
You want nothing more than to fix me
All I can think to do is touch you
Maybe we can compromise?
Because I can make you feel special when I talk you out that dress
Don’t be so pressed for these complications and relationships
Good girl like you?
You just weren’t made for this

You don’t know I’m half way out my mind half the time and I won’t budge a quarter
And these days I’m everything I claim to hate
You look me dead in my eyes and all I see is silhouette of your face  

And you know **** well you should hate me
But you’re steady searching for the better side of somebody that ain’t me
Now which one of us is really crazy?

Because I’m a **** poor example of a white knight, right?
Never fall for someone who writes
They’re either melodramatic or monochromatic
And I never did do well with moderation.

I’m a thousand miles up
Silk robe
Polo boxers
I think I might jump
I know I can fly
I know I can fall
I feel incredible
I feel like Basquiat before rehab
I feel like VanGoh in love
For once I’m sober
in this moment of clarity I can see the sky as well as the concrete
Equal distances apart
Either one attainable
Both so tempting
Flying or falling
Soaring or stalling
GRAVITY’S A MYTH PERPETUATED
BY THOSE THAT FEAR THE INCREDIBLE
The girl in the bed is screaming
My cellphone is ringing
Hotel staff is banging on my room door
I fill my lungs with the fresh air
And feel the breeze
I don’t step off the ledge
I jump with all my might
In that moment, suspended in the air
I can feel Gods hands wrapped around me

(Her to him 10pm)

I love you
I loved you like I said I would
I loved you just the best I could
I love you like you made me
I’ll love you even if you hate me
Even when you love someone else to negate me
Delete every text, picture, and post to erase me
I understand My mistakes and missteps
I do
So even if you never say it back again
I’ll say it one last time
I love you


(Her to him 1 am)
I hate you
I hate you
I    HATE you
I HATE    YOUU
I      HATE    YOUUU

I HOPE IT WEIGHS YOU DOWN AND IT BREAKS YOU
I HOPE YOU CRY LIKE I CRY
AND THE NEXT    TIME YOU TRY TO LOVE
I HOPE IT BREAKS YOUR HOLLOW
HEART
I HOPE YOU RUINED THIS FOR A REASON
I hope it was worth it
I HOPE YOU SEARCH THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
AND EVENTUALLY FIND SOME BODY PERFECT
BUILD A LIFE WITH HER
AND LAY IN BED NESTLED BETWEEN THE KIDS
AND REALIZE YOU DON’T DESERVE IT
I know one day you’ll replace me and
I just pray to GOD that she’s perfect!



(Her to him 6 am)
I’m over this.
Do what you want


(Him to her 10am)
I’m sorry

darkness consumes all
the black night swallows our thoughts
Vomits back our fears

Shadows pollute minds
Specters of the past revive
They taunt tease and laugh

We give in so quick
Victims to our own morals
destroyed by self doubt

Quick to love others
so fast  to hate ones own self
So slow to forgive

The mirror whispers
The wind curses so sweetly
The blade kisses you


It tenderly glides
Slides against ebony skin
Gaping rift remains

Scarlet life erupts
History of an empire
Contained in those veins

Osiris Horus
Pharaohs Gods ,and rulers.Kings
Contained in those veins

Isis Hathor Bast
Greats queens, protectors, healers
Contained in those veins

Garden of Eden
Cradle of our mother Earth
Contained in those veins

Newton,King,X,Parks
Men and women with Brave Hearts
Contained in those veins

Swift minds,Diamond tongues
hip-hop jazz blues rock, our sound
Contained in those veins


Firm hands,and strong arms
The power to hold the world
Contained in those veins

A deep rich opus
there is his story and hers
Contained in those veins

Our blood stains the soil
Why destroy the tapestry
Contained in those veins

I am worth the air I breathe

I am worth every drop of water in my body

I am worth the iron in my blood, and the fire in my stomach

I am worthy of greatness for I am a son of the elements

I am a force of nature incarnated in the shell of a man

And it is in my hands to either mold the world or break it

In my blood is the summation of my past and history

But in my sweat is the future I shall build.

I am worthy for no other fact than that I am

**I am worthy

I  have always wanted to write
I used to want to right wrongs
Right injustices
And indecencies
And if to right i'd have to write
I'd write laws
Now I all I want to do is write songs
Write poems
And write stories
Write melodies
Write memories
My homie's a composer they'd help me write symphony
And i'd put Andre on the tuba
And Tineye on the timphony
And bobby on the saxaphone
and when the concert gets broadcast live and televised
i'd dedicate it to the beautiful dreamers back at home
The small time artist and musicians
The one guy who decided he loved to see women smile so much wanted to be a beautician
To anyone who's parents said there no money in art
There's  no money in misery so I'm begging you please follow your heart
Because the worlds fighters keep it strong
And the scholars keep it smart
But it's the visionaries that keep all together and not Falling  apart