Hood talk

Clip Bark

The Devil Taunt

Leave Some Good Men

Distraught

Hanging With Some bullets in there
notch



Ohh


Hood Hustle

******* wanna cuddle

Till you got no money
to rebuttal

Sell a *** for drow

Make her trick for Gold

leave the ***** a poem
call it

The Hood-Gift


They are the Kings

Roaming the land like Rome

Conquering as they sing

until they meet MJO



Oh


That loud noise in the face of danger
Well,
that is the herb,
illuminated
smoking heat
filled space,
racing, striding with confidence, they are angry.

Hold back and observe
how minds are dazed
hurt, fire spit, lions roar
mouths drop to the dirt,
going through the floor

That mind stable
stumble,babble,humbled...

track of that unfabled,
notorious like the b.

Immaculate

Gifted

Glory speaking of the Holy

seeking the warrior
writing down
death foretold

Listen

                        Listen

As bullets
get dodged
in the mission

The Devil talks

devil talks

but cannot walk....

With I

For I

Am with God

for

God is with me......

Us... God, I trust.

XxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxx

Hood talks

***** walks

Does she think I can get taunted?

By the unwanted

LUST

Warrant spent

the demented kid
dependent on abstract adolescence visions

with no spirit to grab the woven sands
of the cloth made from time

Attention:

                                          Atten­tion:

                                                          ­                                 Attention:

I nearly lost my mind

no pretentious joke,

no...

No, no

No
   Time to

Hide from my mind
as it collides with eroding slime, grime, goo

Deep...

As I..

As I....

Seep...

Fell in the tar pit

that was nearly lit

The heat...

Burning

Blazing, blazing...

the gas-fueled

the fire and my

de
     sires

a blazing,

      a fire

was lit

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lift this

used a quick fix

of some mushrooms

I fell into the....

that...

soup

which

were

was,
is
melted in the ***
seen by a few chosen eyes

the stew filled with
the residue of sin....

has been
will be
has

taken hold of men....


Hard to crawl out of
the hood of hell

without being stuck with a demon yourself

Hard to crawl out of
the hood of hell

without being torn up
nearly killing oneself

It is hard climbing out of hell

without a doubt,
without a doubt,

without doubt

Heaven does exist

thoughts can be saved,
solved,
paved

Learning
enslavement
is tangled
into how we are made,

what are you
a slave to today,
stuck,
giving all of you that time...

money, jobs, games, tv have all chained my mind.

Well Shucks!

Sorry, again
finding
my minds eye


Looking into the sky
of the 7 suns,

collaborated
with the essence of sweet purp
I puff


Miracles
patterns
live
as an Angel,

a mad hatter
tonic
sipping
loud gripping
friend getting hit

&

Disaster strikes
at flashes of light

But one
survives
the fight

and in it

is glorified.




don't bow.