For every word i say
For every ink i etch
You the one should know
That i
Never mean to hurt
The heart of you i love the most

“...because the guy thee love the most, may hurt thee most”
People say
I laugh. Quite hard eventually.
Then it happens.
Every single word appears right.
Feel so right.
And i know they are right.

I’m happy i write
I’m sad i write
It feeds my soul
Like how heart broken sewed
Good.. but not gonna be alright
Temporary
Visually

The big day
No more
I’m crying sore
All the hype is gone
Yet
Oh! Im growing too strong
You hurt me no more

"don't expect to not get disappointed,"
they said.

i didn't expect you to hurt me
no, not
the same way you know i already have been before

that's what blinded me
but had my eardrums alert
adverting its attention
to my slowly cracking heart

it wasn't that you hurt me
that hurt the most
it was how you did
while knowing,
how you were doing it,
all while promising
"i wouldn't ever"
turns out you would
turns out you are
like them
like all the others
and
dare i say it,
like him.

Thoughts racing through my head
How did we start up
in love and end up here
You said you loved me
and I believed you
Seems like you don't
even mean what you say.

You were all that I wanted
I fell in love with all
of your heart and your soul
From that moment couldn't imagine
You ever hurting me or mistreating my love
I should have known

He spoke about Mike far from the Jackson but more like the color Brown.
As if whites love to see white since the lightest part of his body was in the air before his demise.
I think you should cut that dread off you know the one for Mike Brown since you weren't there. Far from a activist I honestly don't give a ****. Far from an activist you're just adding fuel to extinguishing flames. You know how words spread like aids. People saw what they saw, so they say. You're no Martin you're no Malcom you're more like Powell.
This is when I knew I was a racist since all lives don't matter so you say.
If I was to die today in the hands of a white man. You wouldn't care since I'm light right.
Spanish boy on the mic.
Like if my daddy wasn't black as Wesley Snipes. But you know how the ***** daddy story goes.
Never home.
Left mama with a belly on her own.
They don't want to be the fathers but sure in hell they want to hit the daughters.
I prayed one day you'll walk through that door without the bottle. That's my only memory.
A dream.
So if I was to die today you wouldn't care or maybe for half
I mean my dad left me slung
Guess that changes the fact the left me hug like a pair Jays on the electrical line
Never to come by.
Never to teach how to ride a bike.
Never to teach me how to fight.
This is when I knew I was a racist.
Because I hate people, I hate crowded places.
I hate 34th street I hate 42nd.
I hate the city life
I should be somewhere in the country side.
But back to the matter tell me would you care if I die today in the hands of a white man.
What if I got killed by my enemy since minority violence is not a hate crime to society.
You see Tito got popped by Jahim
And Jahim lights went off in the middle of the night by Piddy
But these life's don't matter right
Is just minority violence
Is not the same media feed.
So for all you rappers, poets and activist whose saw Mikes hands up round of applause.
You're just like the media feeding in to what your eyes didn't see.
Is not about the truth anymore ******* but the ratings.
So to the special guest of honor poet I must tell you I'm a racist
I have 6 dead Spanish friends killed by all hands
Black, white and of time
Don't speak to me about justice
This wasn't Gardner or Bell
And if there's beef let me know I always keep a glock close.
My life won't matter to you like to yours won't matter to me.
But if that's what makes me a racist,
******* what are you?

It seems that heads are rolling
And ideas are left to perch atop
These humanoid bodies.
Unnatural.
When did humanity lose itself and begin
To create the poison we consume?
The rotten images of walking ***
And fumes of chemical death?
These corrosive lifestyles spread like
Wildfire and teenage legs.
Soon, there will be nothing
But the empty heads that
Obsess over the next ****,
The next dose of whatever form of
****** is "The New Hot Topic."
And the rest of us will be left
Picking up the pieces.

Your label was
     ****-head
  For quite awhile
           But now
      I know
                You've realized
  My concern for your life
       Your lungs
               Your mind
   I know
           You're stumbling
                         Because you lost your way in the ice
           But now
     You're trying
                            Because you found the trail
                And the only thing you need to do
         Is stay on that trail
And don't turn your head
                       You will see the ice again
           But please promise me
                                     That you'll stay warm
                 And don't let the ice freeze away your brain
                               Because **I ******* love you