#rapper
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Wah Wah oomphz oomphz
me 69 ******** on yo momma and yo sis
Dr Weedlord ain't got time your hissy fits
dunk dur *** all over yo ****
Slap *** and go on reighding
Daddy Boozhead banging on your meemaw
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p.s no women are harmed in the making of this production
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
REAL MUSIC
*
Real dope rappers
Who write good flows
Not those whackers
Whose IQ ‘s low
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Real emcees
Not them fake gees
Whose violence fancy life they pretend to live
In their video scene
Make them obscene
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Rap shouldn’t be getting kids trapped
In a ****** life
Imagining wrongly outside the map
Now most of these kids had swapped
Their real life with that rap-gee crap
Things need to be done asap
Before things get out of bound
Before these kids gets out of hand
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Rapping should be about feeling
Happening and politicking
And how we take beating
From murderous policing
*
Rap should be a stencil
Unfading, unlike pencil
It should be a language, fundamental
That boots the mental
Coz rap music is special
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Rap should be words arranged in rhythmic verse
To fit the beat and bass
Where the preceding rhymes
Fit the proceeding lines
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Rap could be a war song
Against gunmen and war-thugs
To stop their inhumane wrongs
Like killing youngs’ and dropping bombs
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Rap could be a love song
Song that keeps our vibe on
And become more strong
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Rap could be an ornament
To our chameleon-like president
And those in the parliament
And other less-sensible personnel
In the government
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Rap should be an inspiration
That helps you find solution
To war and destitution
And impact its contribution
as medication
To a mind filled with gruesome
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Rap should be a resolution
To peace and revolution
Not the type that cause body and soul pollution
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Rap should be about feeling
Not *** and drug preaching
Not fake-life flaunting
That leave the young heart bleeding
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Rappers should be evolver
Logical thinker
Intellect ******
Who don’t just wear blinkers
They’re problem solvers
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Realest cyphers
I’m talking real rap gods
Whose song do not preach hate
Whose line will all relate
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How about those with silly way
Who’s supposed to be in jail
Coz their rhythmic way
And their wordplay
Preaches stray
And could derange the brain
Of the kids to decay
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Let’s talk euphorism
Rappers whose rhythmism
Somewhat lacks euphemism
Whose art of lyricism
And rhyme algorithm
Lacks aphorism
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I’m talking wu-tang pal
Not YMCMB clan
Whose art lack style
I’m talking 2pac
Whose rap never past
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What about the music tycoon
Who make the world roam
Whose song gives the heart relief
And gives a warming beat
To a wandering lost soul
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Real poetic wordsmith
Whose every word spit
Has a taste of God in it
And could make the world spin
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But when rappers start displaying
An art that’s straying
And still gets to be known
That’s got to show
That they’ve bargain their soul
For fame, a chance to glow
Coz they’re rhythmic style is low
So, for them to blow
They’ve got to sold
Their body, heart and soul in whole
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But rappers these day
Are just insane
Their lust for fame
Outlived their love for the game
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
Another prophet who got his top knocked off,
this system’s toxic thought we’d found hope but lost it,
Nipsey Hussle shot down outside his clothing store Marathon,
live and die in LA grow up only to get shot down on Slauson in Compton,
and the irony is that he was taken out,
in the same neighborhood he had invested in,
from Proud2Pay to AfroTech Nip was a Community Activist,
in a system of force fed poisons he was medicine,
and maybe that’s why he was martyred,
just like MLK Tupac and Marley,
this is all real life in living color,
life’s not a Game but this is The Documentary,
every word true,
I mean do you,
think it’s just a coincidence,
that Nip was murdered when,
it was announced he was about to come out with a film,
about Dr. Sebi,
the herbalist,
who was also possibly murdered when,
he went public with claims of curing AIDS and other illnesses,
nothing random about this act of violence,
it makes so much sense when you think about it,
nothing senseless in the message,
I mean seriously think about it,
MLK shot on 4/4 at 39,
NIP shot on 3/31 at age 33,
why do the most violent things happen,
to the brothers that preach the most peace,
it all makes sense everything adds up,
but most will probably dismiss this just as another conspiracy,
I mean I guess it doesn’t matter ‘cause nothing will bring Cuz back,
RIP NIP Rest in Peace Nipsey another brother gone to young at 33,
and it’s all so eery it’s creepy,
all the above evidence plus,
“Having enemies is a blessing.”,
was his last tweet,
as the words of his last sound sit in my ears as they ring,
**** I wish my n!gga Fats was here,
how’d you die at 30 somethin’ after bangin’ all them years,
Grammy nominated in the sauna shedding tears,
all this money power fame and I can’t make you reappear.”…
RIP NIP
∆ LaLux ∆
LA 2019
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
Sam:
If I were say I'm out of time
You would believe me, right?
Nope
My life is dope
Its what I smoke
Constantine constantly so
Can't be, can't see, no?
Out of time, out of life
Bacardi so sublime
With a slice a'lime
Four lyrics a line
And substance abuse is fine
We going fishing some time?
No hook but I'm hanging from a line
Limited edition
Nope
I'm one of a kind
You wanted me to change my style
Change the one thing that makes me smile
Change takes time
So it'll take a while
LyleRose:
What are you talking about Sam
Always acting like you've had
Enough of going through life
Here's the answer you've tried to find
I'll give you a clue it starts with Ssssuicide
Sam:
Yeah but I mean it as a joke
LyleRose:
Haha that's so funny you made me choke
I mean you rap'bout smoke
How' bout you join me for a ****
Ciggerettes or Dope?
Sam:
But that's a slippery slope
I only do what I have to to cope
LyleRose:
All this lying to ya'self has to stop
You incredible degenerate
Waiting for a ***** pop
Is that what you see
Cop a feel
Paranoid about the police
I know just how you feel
Sam:
NO SHUT UP!
Get out of my head
I'm not some book you can just read
LyleRose:
How'bout you get up
Get outta bed
and do something instead
Sam:
I just hardly have anytime
I'm just trying to get by
Stop with the questions
Cos I don't even know why
LyleRose:
They say fake it
Until you make it
But you ain't made it
And you just as fake, ****
Sam:
What about the countless
Nights I work till late
LyleRose/Sam:
Maybe we should just run away
Other side of the world is far enough away
Family don't matter to you so just get away
Find some other place
With a trusting friend to stay
Its up to you
What are we going to do
This choice is for you
LyleRose:
SAM?!
Sam:
WHAT!!?
LyleRose:
No one's gonna love you
Like I do....
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
I'm basically a poet that likes to read fast,
I won't perform it unless I'm formally asked,
I'm finally devoted to the universal cast,
I could leave if I was promoted but that would come last.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
You see...
When I look back...
Never thought I come this far...
Still rely on a cigarette to clear my head...
But this is just the beginning...
I've never did this for the money,
The struggle was enough, ain't that funny,
The blood in my veins says different,
I'm down here lord, on one knee,
can't you see, how can this be, this castle's collapsing in on me..
It's been a long time since I've discussed this, can't see far but shot so fast you must of missed it, been in this game a while so don't diss this, and now my times come to prove it, they knew this, turn down memory lane and all I see is all the lost faces, lost places, a southern soul in the infinite race, life misplaced but no one can take my place, feeling like it's all over, lost it all under stone roses, running through the back roads, still on the search for a home, a boys dream southern love but through the northern fields he roams...
I've never did this for the money,
The struggle was enough, ain't that funny,
The blood in my veins says different,
I'm down here lord, on one knee,
can't you see, how can this be, this castle's collapsing in on me...
Before I knew; this fame I was chasing, thought I was crownless royalty but little did I know there's no kings in this game, and you know I'm on it, a cold wind blows but you know I'll hold it, with what's left of the rest of life, I carry the torch of wildfire and burn man down if he gets to close, almost lost what's been built from the shelter I called my home, now do you wonder why I'm locked in this room all alone, when you wonder wear in this world all alone, looking for something to hold and call it my own, locked out of my memories, a penny for your thoughts, guessing this music takes its toll, toll to roll, a fee to see, a world to behold, 10 steps closer to the chest of riches and gold, rich in riches, what you think wealth is, you think it's 10x the ******* you think you gotta to keep it switching, relationships are what I'm stitching, back together, fight for what you believe in no matter whether, it's for yourself or the people closest to you, but I've shot myself in the foot because of you and at the end of it all I could never get close to you...
I've never did this for the money,
The struggle was enough, ain't that funny,
The blood in my veins says different,
I'm down here lord, on one knee,
can't you see, how can this be, this castle's collapsing in on me..
I've been as clean as off white vanilla, getting so big they see me coming like Godzilla, a thunderous clap as I walk, ready for the attack when I talk, never been a hoodlum but I'm going out with bang like Guy Fawkes, my curtins are closed so quit the talking, this is my game now and I'm never playing sober, you disagree well then put the controllers away it's game over, never been a criminal aside for indecent exposure, head to the light, cross in my hand, look to Jehovah, ya'all thought you had my kind I want out of this enclosure, the vanilla gangsta, the original casanova, and when you feel down, march on, loves never over...
I've never did this for the money,
The struggle was enough, ain't that funny,
The blood in my veins says different,
I'm down here lord, on one knee,
can't you see, how can this be, this castle's collapsing in on me..
Collapsing in on me...
In on me...
In on me...
In...
On...
You...
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
Throw it back for me one time
For the freak ***** off the life line
Cut rhymes; cuz I did it i might never miss it
Off to bust my
In it
I might really **** it
Stick you with it
Like sun shine
Got it so good
Not misunderstood
Pencil me in
Like I break off the wood
Like I shook it all up
Like I book it nah ****
Like she took my whole nut
Like what life ***** huh
-
Dabble in the craft
Mad hatter had a laugh
Had a hot head
So I gotta hit em with this rap
Never babble on the track
Battle then I lap
Badder than the wack ****
Raddle as I pass lit no has been
Break it all down
Look what i got
Shaking the ground
Like twist up the knot
I **** it beyond a bit I bomb the ****
I'm on it quick like sonic spit
Like sonnets sit with honest whit
I'm flawless as it gets on the one time
Fallen prime promise my
Polish grime no modest climb
Boy look out for my
Fallen prime I promise mine
Polish grime no modest climb
Boy look out for my shine
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
When I was...
When I was...
When I was 18!
Back at it again, mind doing loops, going through a bend, wading through a field of blood but all I needs a friend, feeling like I'm starting to decend, down a path I'm never coming out of, feeling things are a lil bit intense, and I'm next, but ain't no nobody do it like I do, and in the end, I'll be the one everyone, everything, and nothing will never ******* comprehend, it's this I'm chasing, they might hate it, Ill act like ya'll get it and the game isn't ready, but I am
Living like I'm 18
Take my days with my dreams
Things are different, it's never as it seems
Feeling trapped as a machine
Living like I'm 18
It's hard to choose between
Now I'm starting a new expansion, flushing out everything I use as a distraction, feeling like things are becoming too much; I need to take action, need to go ahead with this, this kinda life I need to abandon, if I go to far now we got a real problem, it's no mistake homie, use your glasses, nevermind my status, this is my ride and I'm captain, I know it's hard to imagine, showing my compassion, no matches to action, I'm no fake for real passion and now it's feels like I'm crashing...
Living like I'm 18
Take my days with my dreams
Things are different, it's never as it seems
Feeling trapped as a machine
Living like I'm 18
It's hard to choose between
I'm full of surprises, how would you discribe this, never too late to realise, how far I'd go to unto demise, yeah now I've got a place to divise, no respect for these lines, ya'll have no idea what I'm going through but ya'll ready to criticise, suppose I should release something more often, and now it's me you've forgotten, walking round looking like a big shot, how long until it's ya'll I haven't got, like to act like a hot shot with a free thought, struggling away last couple of months, sorting out my life and I wonder if I still got it, showing a bit of spark like a megawatt, electricity's not my game but whose to say I'm not shocking, all the little ******* taking their shots, saying I got a case of writers block, so we gonna cut the small talk, they think I've got the writers block, acting like I've hit a road block, that's how you feel well then go ahead and **** my...
...I know it's a joke, a bad one at that, but it's who I am, and it's why I'm born to rap, been wanting to do this since primary, and to all the offended ***** you don't like my music just fire me, oh wait you can't cause ya'll ************* can't touch me, I'mma follow my path to be who I wanna be... this path I thought would stay uncharted, it's just this, this is my beginning, hate this, but I am just getting started.....
Living like I'm 18
Take my days with my dreams
Things are different, it's never as it seems
Feeling trapped as a machine
Living like I'm 18
It's hard to choose between...
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
Greatest Ever (GOAT)
The greatest ever,
don’t hesitate for the Haters,
I stand here united in love,
while you’re divided as the Equator,
or better yet division equations,
no hesitations I’ve got now don’t care who has later,
baskin in the Florida sun while ballin’ in the fun,
on a beach in Miami with my belly in the sand call me a Gator,
got Florida sun shine in a New York state of One Mind,
in California at Greystone getting more wine from the waiter,
feeling like He-Man at Castle Greyskull getting great skull,
both reckless and tasteful variety the spice of life I like to savor,
and yeah they call me a player but better a player than a hater,
and yeah they call me selfish behind my back then face me and ask for favors,
but I cut through the BS with my lightsaber half Luke Skywalker half Darth Vader,
with no time to waste and no mind to spare so catch me now or see you later,
in the meantime you can find me at the beach,
between just laid and self made plotting revenges and favors,
went from being on the street on my *** with no glass to Best Ever,
fully clothed now with all the bells and whistles from minor league to major,
dressed the nines with my thumb on the button,
and my finger on the trigger,
and I won’t hesitate to detonate,
on any fool that flexes hate because I’m the Greatest Ever,
I’ll spell it out for you,
G.O.A.T.,
and that is the truth,
for real for really,
I’m the GOAT,
setting records and making goals,
so while all the losers are lost in hesitation,
I’m non stop always on the go,
the greatest ever,
don’t hesitate for the Haters,
I stand here united in love,
while you’re divided as the Equator…
∆ LaLux ∆
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
i have done it again
once a day,
lean
a sort of walking miracle, my skin,
look at my wrist, about ten
my middle finger
a paperweight
my body clothed in supreme
and bape
peel off the layers of autotune
do i terrify?
or do the rooftops i jump from come back to haunt me?
the wide nose, the pink and blonde
the dilated eyes
all vanish within a recording session
soon, soon the skin
the thots, the tricks
they will be at home on me
and i, a frowning man
only sixteen
and like the cat, i have nine times to live
this is my last leg,
what trash
what lies we tell
with a million filaments of light
the xanax-crushing crowd
stops for one ******* second
and looks down at the stage
the beat starts, my mouth is powder dry
ladies and gentleman
these are my tattoos,
my war paint,
i may be skin and bones
nevertheless, i am far from who i once was
the first time i drank lean, i was ten
my brother dared me
the second time i meant it,
some way to escape
and become liquid
over beats
when i drank too much, they had to call and call
and wash the ***** off me like bloodthirsty leeches
singing/rapping/living
is an art
and like everything else, i do it way too well
i do it so it feels like midnight
i do it so it feels so real
i guess you could say i’m dope
it’s easy enough to loose hope
it’s easy enough to go crazy waiting for fame
but fame comes, and it plays games
come back with me,
to the same place, the same face,
the same dreaming eyes of a high woman
an amused shout,
get out of here, eskeetit
but there is always a change
for the touching of my hair, there is a change
inside, for the eying of my new gucci sneakers
there is a change inside, that rarely goes outside
and there is a change, a really big change
for any pill or drink
or drug
or a strip of fur or silk that i wear with pride
so, so my child, unborn within a groupie
so, my enemy behind a mic or a show curtain
i am your high
i am everything you ever wanted
the pure silver bullet
that melts with no bang or pop
i turn and burn
do not forget, mama’s still concerned
and and
you push and pull
xannies and perkies, there nothing there
a red stripe
across a wrist with
a broken whiskey bottle.
my mother, my father
remember?
remember?
out of the bitter smoke
i rise with rainbow hair
and i devour pills like air
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
...I fell in love with my pain and I slept with my regrets
Happiness saw it happen, maybe that's why she up and left
Joy called me a cheater, said she ain't coming back
I've always had a problem with relationships
But that's what happens when you see the world through a broken lens...
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
What’s up with all these white walls,
and why do they follow me wherever I go,
at the house at the gym,
at the yoga and music studios,
and what’s up with this feeling,
that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart,
see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line,
you realize that actually it’s just the start,
because the bigger the walls are,
the more I feel boxed in,
and I become trapped,
in the four walls I’m lost in,
got in,
around age ten,
now everyone wants a piece,
of what's reaped from the pen,
Nice Win,
that’s what I should call this one,
if you’re already reading this,
I don’t need an introduction,
no other words needed,
except “Congratulations nice win!”,
now what prize would you like,
as a consolation,
“Well Sir.”,
you replied,
that’s tough to decide,
when you’re hi as a star in a good constellation,
and since we’re on the subject of constellations,
what would you call ours,
maybe Big Tripper because Big Dipper’s taken,
I wonder if we could have a Mars,
a Mars as in other planets,
not similar but similar enough to get along,
and speaking of getting along I forgot the subject,
so now I’m Self Edited sulkin’ like Culkin Home Alone,
but don’t trespass,
because I’ve got ***** traps,
if you’re not on the Guest List,
then please don’t pass,
because only thing beyond here,
is white walls that’re real tall,
which gives a feeling of total freedom,
with all windows and no bars,
no bars except these of course,
didn’t mean that last verse as a dis,
to every Bubble Gum Rapper,
and especially to whoever’s at the top of That List,
I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this,
this life this waking dream,
this moment in time we are all in,
free fallin',
hear the Devil callin',
God too but I'm not ready to move,
so in my body I'm still ballin',
don’t call the enemy Hate,
call the enemy The Darkness of Ignorance,
which is ironic because they say,
the Illuminati is actually the one that offends,
living a fairy tale day dream,
in this story that never ends,
white clouds and white walls,
good times with good friends,
what’s up with all these white walls,
and why do they follow me wherever I go,
at the house at the gym,
at the yoga and music studios,
and what’s up with this feeling,
that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart,
see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line,
you realize that actually it’s just the start...
∆ LaLux ∆
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
*** If you want love...
...you're going to have to
...go through the pain...***
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
a madwoman's bra fit entirely a flaw as
a greenbrier there she needn't to true but
to her on this roof by the stream then on
the way with her wickedness in boots
as she reverberates mountains upon her
stockings and lively spirit exhibited by taut
*** and misnomer of any malcontented rap
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
These days everyone’s caught up in catch phrases,
well not everyone but most,
no one’s got time to read the whole thing anymore,
well not no one but most,
here we go,
strap in your seatbelt,
or ride recklous out the sunroof,
ride clean or ride *****
this days Spoofs sell more than Truths,
youths with boots worth more than that of the life of a Sudanese child troop,
everyone wants to be a Chamillionaire,
well not everyone but most,
everyone wants to be Tupac with the Juice,
well not everyone but most,
here we go,
on the ride of a lifetime,
where you get off in your free time till you ultimately get off,
see we all get on with nothing but a one way ticket,
on this roller derby coaster until it’s over and we get off,
like Casey Jones high on ******* a conductor on this Train of Thought,
everyone wants to be on the scene as an American Gangster in this American Dream that we’ve got,
well not everyone but most,
everyone wants to sell their Soul or at least trade it for Fame but everything can’t be bought,
well not everyone but most,
here we go,
trying to not speak in riddles,
because He’s a genius as long as people understand His words,
no time for nonsense on this conquest to conquer the constant combat in contests,
in fact I’d like to erase the whole idea of Contests and Contesters,
I must confess Sir that I do protest our constant fetish for Obsessors and their obsessions,
everyone wants to be Instagram famous,
well not everyone but most,
everyone want to feel better than everyone else,
well not everyone but most,
here we go,
we’re at the point in the Piece where I try and prove my point,
where I try and come up with a catchy catch phrase,
where I try and bring it all back around so you get the chills,
but honestly my vision’s starting to fade and I forgot what I was going to say,
and that’s okay because I don’t think anyone cares anymore anyways,
because theses days everyone’s caught up in catch phrases,
well not everyone but most,
no one’s got time to read the whole thing anymore,
well not none but most,
anyways never mind either way ready or not here we go…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
I'm a poet in my prime
Spiffing up my rhymes
I'm a legend can't you see
Only my words feel they spew to you and me
I'm a master at this connection!!!
My wonderful phrases
Creep into your heart
They pierce through like a dart
Shattering, mattering, caving a meaning
Keepin ya dreaming... beliving, comforting the soul!
Theese word like a bowl -- fill you up: with love, desire, the power to ignite!
I can only imagine what the rhymes in a singy-songy fashion
With fervor, power, and a burst of flaming passion turn up on paper
How they are presented by the maker
The writer, poet, artist of words - flowing, stringing tieing in the clarity with blurs
Creating a canvas that paints a moment through the feeling of words cascading by feeling, not structure
That sounds absurd, but these moments are momentous, in a passion of flury strung up in a phrase that summons the whole day
And the day has gone by, so has the year -- but I must keep rapping through poetry lyrics
I might not be as quick, fast, slick, or hip as some
With funky names, large persona, or partrying till we see the sun
I am a rapper of the moment in its purest sense -- of human nature and its surroundings through my philosophy, wisdom, passion, and emotions
I hope this year 2017, will acommadate this year's fast run
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
Beat Hit Me Like A Punch In My Face
Beat Broke Like My Heart in 00'
Words Lingered On Around My Heart Like A Leech ******* My Blood
Made Me Feel Like I was Real
Made Me Feel Like I was Powerful
Made Me Feel Like I was meant to be here
4 Your Eyez Only
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Reality Rap
Got another flight to catch again,
I don’t want to go,
not ready to touch down,
not ready at all,
a cracka with an attitude,
apple sauce from Adam,
Deviled eggs eaten outta the Hand of God,
and Angel food cake served by Satan,
cake cake cake debate is hardly worth a retort,
the frosting is awesome I’ll even take it on the tort,
or **** Peter Park no Spiderman,
bitten by a scorpion on my right hand,
and these aren’t just rhymes,
they’re Reality Rap,
and if you like this,
well you’re gonna love that,
fact,
no Ratpack just some facts that,
wrap their words around tangible things that seem abstract.
It’s all math,
it adds up if you can add,
exactly to the 1’s with the 0’s,
like the Matrix I don’t wait take the best first,
I’m paranoid of all my hero’s,
while these villainous nerd birds peck at my net worth,
these villains are tools for the Machine that’s cursed,
these are all facts real rhymes freestyled never rehearsed,
they’re actual reality translated into the written word rhythmically,
I’m hearing voices in my head and their songs are sung so beautifully,
I love all of those ghost with moments of present nostalgia,
this is poetry we are poetry I couldn’t’ve done it with out ya,
I love you I love you,
I know you’ve heard it before,
no love is too much,
once that love is no more,
got another flight to catch,
and I’d really love to stay and explore,
all of our everything’s together for sure,
but away in this world on another world tour,
and on that note I gotta go,
got another flight to catch again,
I don’t want to go,
not ready to touch down,
not ready at all…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Volume 1
The H Trilogy
I just published a new book.
If you could take a moment to check it out,
and even write a review it'd be most appreciated.
All profits go to a charity that prevents ****** assault against children.
So not only are you getting an epic book of poetry,
but you're also supporting a good cause.
Thank you SO much!
∆
Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
Just a black ***** to y'all.
But a hero to me.
A **** to some.
But a poet I see.
Violet and Hard.
But I see passiveness and heart.
Legendary forever you'll be.
A poetic **** who made history.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
He is beautiful and poetic.
Sensitive and creative.
I bet if he hugged me
I'd feel secure
Perfect.
So perfect that I'm afraid I'm not worth it.
I wish he knew.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
The crisp, nippy air and tired, grey clouds embrace me and I don't want them to let go.
A cotton sweatshirt, denim jeans, and skate shoes can only keep me so warm and safe. Then I'm vulnerable. I become transparent. It's so liberating to be honest, but it feels even better to share this. And that is something I usually don't.
But if it's with her, what do I really need anyway? Confidence, approval, guidance, renewal? Chance said 'there ain't nothin' better than fallin' in love,' so now it makes total sense why it's my favorite drug.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
got that ****** itch
can be quite a *****
unwashed hair
just don't care
I gotz mad rhymes
just call me KT rhymes
;)
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC