through the seasons you
would give up your time just
so your friends made it
through the day
you always
put a smile on your
loved one's faces, even if
it felt like an exercise
you gave up the lead roles
just so you could be every
one's jester, bells ringing
while the laughs echoed
you were always too soft
in your old man's eyes
too caring to hurt
it's okay now to shut out
the lenses and live life in
your means, it's long overdue
it's your turn to live in your
dreams

- t.m

This is the story of Fitzy McKowski Obromovich Brown.
He lived in a brownstone in the center of town.

There was a young lady that Fitzy did favor.
Every meeting they had, he made sure to savor.

His friends would insist that his love wasn't right.
But ole Fitzys resolve wouldn't give up the fight.

They said "Fitzy you're slow and a tad too dumb."
And to all their pleas, Fitzy grew numb.

She was too witty too beautiful to be but a thought.
A future barstool story, a what if and ought.

So Fitzy got dressed, he bought flowers and ****.
He found her and asked her lickity split.

They watched Fitzys chin drop down to his chest.
His friends would give Fitzy a wide berth to rest.

One old man hobbled up to ask her why she'd turn ole Fitzy down.
"Because my name is Francesca McKowski Obromovich Brown!"

I could sell you a gun
you could sell me some death

I could sell you some death
you could sell me your soul.

they say its all in the Hood
that place of Gangsters

but I will tell you
all those Gangsters, have mothers

mothers not selling guns
mothers not bearing death.