Wassup hellopoetry
Got something on my mind
But it may cost me
Everything evolves
Around money
Friends to foes
Videos to hoes
Everybody love to expose
Those who chose
I pick em wisely
Try to get between the sheets like isleys
Loot feels good aint no lie
But the leechers hold on
Until ya die
No Pain no gain i feel insane
Too much smoke on the brain
Swishers and bang
Poppin them thangs
Love the way the hood og maintain
Cool as **** aint afta the buck
Its all these youngin chasin buck
Try to express feeling for some ***
From a ***** i just hop on the next
It aint bout who got all the money?
When its fools that owns you dummy
Im about monopoly
Yea federal & state property
Break em off properly
Taxes is strip so the gov can dip
They show ya lie i tell ya the truth
I may get in early grave
Cuz to them i dont know how to behave
Sheddin light
Thats what i do
Dont give a **** if ya aint down
Buckin clowns
Say hello to nine rounds
I pop in yo head **** he dead
Beat th3 feds cu z i bit the holy bread
Like jelly on toast is spread
In all corners
Represent from tre to the homestead
Houston texas ***** thats what i am
If yousa hater
I really dont give a ****

No more coke and hennessy

I'm just sippin on this mai tai

Chillin wit my girls

I'm checkin out this fly guy

He's workin up his nerve

But baby boy is so shy

Hold up here he comes

And **** girl he's so fine

Yep we're goin home now

Just him and I, he's all mine

I can't wait ta be alone now

He's got me feelin so high

And ya know it took him no time

Before he had me screamin "Oh My..."

He's tha best I eva had

And ya know this mama don't lie

He said he likes it rough

And yes ya know I do bite

Talk ***** to me daddy

And we'll keep this goin all night

This kittys been on lockdown

And her **** is feelin so tight

He's so smooth when he licks his lips

This **** has got me so right

Out tha door before I fall for him

And afta this ya know I just might

I want him
He luvs her
She don luv him tho,,
But he luv his mi amour
But I kan be his mour
If he wuld ever talk to me
Maby he read this
If he get back on HP
I kuld be betta
I'd give this all
I Maby some rich chika
But for him wuld give it all
But he luv her
Bekause he blind
To go afta one
Who don give him her time



Yup yuo got so manee who want yuo boy
And yup yuo love girl who don love yuo bak
Yuo kno if Eva want me which yuo don't kus yuo loves her
Yuo kould always have me but Kant have one who don't luv or want me kus yuo luv her /:

I's don' really know much
only how to cook and clean
fa ma marster's and they chillun
they tries to teach me to read
i's neva liked the white folks edumucation
so I's just stay in the field
spend time with the sun
until the moon comes
and take me on away
das my's only time to heal
from the scars they puts on my skin
from the scars they puts in my mind
from the scars they puts on my family
my brothers and nem
I's wonder all the time
will we ever be free?
I's think of it everyday
cant wait for it to be
Mama always worked in the kitchen
but she has her fav spot
next to the chimney she a sit
listen to the white folks talk
I's pray all the time she ont get caught
one day she heard sumn
mussa been real good
Is seen her smiling
as Jesus himself gon an got mama a new dress
but I's know ha smile na
tha day she sats in a corner listnin'
she hurds them finely' say we's free
we's free
but marster wouldnt let us go
she herd' em tell mistus
he wont let us free till me make sommo'
for thems to eat
but mama hops out that chimey corner
jumps to her feet
I's herd' ha yelling
"I's free I's free'
"then she runs to the field 'gainst marster's will
and tol' all the other slaves n they quit work"
I's seen all the hoes and rakes falls to the dirt
dat nite ma slip out the house
like a banana was at da do'
she hids' in the ditch
I's get snuck out my bed
next I's in mamas arms
I's look at mama's tied' feet
running so fast
to chase her freedom
I's hear shots from *****
dem dogs barking n growlin'
Lord please keep mama safe
and the Lord hears ma prayas'
cause' that nite
afta alls the yelling cryin' n sweating
me and mama
we finely gits away



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One : night
Two : drinks
Three : words, I love you

One : morning after pill
Two : times no period
Three : words, not my child

They all say, just get it taken care of
And by get it taken care of
They don't mean to care for it,
But to get rid of it / her / him...
Me

Time ticks faster
The stares linger
Longer
Judging eyes gawk at one
But sees two
Wagging tongues race to spread
Their supposed never - ending knowledge of my story
Faster
Forcing me to embrace the shame
Like a coat to warm my growing belly
Growing
Growing life
Replacing life
Demanding my four-year-plan to master a disappearing act

Just like mother
Listening to lust-filled lies of love
Love that won't help me
Love that mocks me
Love that scorns the ground
that I trudge my heavy laden body of two
To The Women's Centre
Love that can't take me back to my high school
Love that won't pay for it's future/ her future/ his future
My future
Just like father
My coat of shame gets heavier on my stretched skin
Thick skin
Strong skin
Strong enough to balance the weight of their laughter
Their mocking
Their unsaid words
Her laughter
Her mocking
Her unsaid words
Her sharp curses
I can still hear mother's booming voice,
slashing my soul with her words,
"Yuh dutty *****, yuh !
Afta ah *** use ma good-up, good- up money
Send yuh ah school
Yuh ah waste yuh time wit maangy-foot bwoy.
If yuh cyan spread yuh legs like big, big 'ooman
Den yuh cyan live like one big 'ooman.
*** outta mi 'ouse !"

With no finances on my own
I crawl to a new home
To shelter my wary young bones
Begging for the warmth inside
My belly, my heart
Craving the warmth outside
On my skin - our skin.
Just a hug, a smile, an un-judging glance
But all I get is surrounding walls of young girls
Cemented with ridicule
Finding my brief safe haven in the depths of kind eyes
Sharing
Helping
Warning
They say you might get sick
They say you could die
They say I might get sick
They say I could die
They say the mortality rate is higher
Because the age is lower
Will we survive?
Survive the pain of growing
Survive the pain of coming outside our wombs
Survive the looks, the talk, the lack

One : cry
Two : undone hearts
Three : steps trudged forward

Wouldn't ya like to know now what happens just afta,
like when our brains kinda are partially down by dream
day/night as you stream, consciousnesses the lesser of these things,
ways of getting beyond ordinary missions and certain kinds of threatening permissions...
would could The Book of the Dead it's essence be better here off for the so called truly living;
again what of these gifts, callings and missions, would you like my permission's...

IT'S ONLY ME LEFT INSIDE THIS JUNT
I TAKE MY LAST BREATH AS I HIT DA BLUNT
FEELING SO HIGH AS I REACH THE CLOUDS
THEY SAY THIS DA DEFINITION OF LOUD
SO HERE I AM ALL ALONE
WITH REGIE LOUD AND KUSH IN MY HOME
EACH 1 I HIT THE BETTER I FEEL
SMOKED SO MANY IM DOING MY OWN DRILLS
I REACHED MY MARK
I THEN LAUGH AT LAST
PEOPLE AROUND TELLING ME TO PASS
I LOOK AND LAUGH AT THEY ***
SO OFF I GO BACK TO THE ROOM
WHERE THE SCENT OF THE FLOWERS SEND ME TO BLOOM
AND THEN PUFFS I WILL TAKE WILL SEND ME TO ZOOM
YOU KNOW YOUR HIGH WHEN YOUR EYES ARE LOW
AND EVERYTHING SEEMS TO MOVE SLOW
YOU KNOW YOUR HIGH WHEN YOU EAT MEAL AFTER MEAL
THEN FALL ASLEEP AFTA YOU HIT DA PEEL
WAKE UP NEXT MORNING FULL OF HEALTH
AS YOU REPEAT THE STEPS TILL YOUR LAST BREATH