*****, I’m still deft like a leopard;
Repping these streets,
Still chasing da paper
Quick wit the maths,
SoCal’d-rap c u lator
Innovative & faded,
I drink it straight up, no chaser

Backw(ar/oo)ds I’m facing
I’m trippin’ my laces
Inhaling clouds of a thousand lit vapors
Sowing my seeds,
Young man he ain’t got no patience
Be wading my way
Thru a crowd of y'all haters

Insane bro,
How they still don't know my name
Money and fame
I scream while I slang,
It's lame
And I can't move my feet,
my knees are weak
Padlocked to my mafkin’ seat
Yeet YEET

****** around and popped some molly,
U know I be boolin’
Wit a couple of y’all thotties
My Impala’s no ‘Rari
I’m not saying sorry,
***** I got no money
My Mom’s where my house be

I see you sneak dissin’
Just gonna squeeze this in
I’m a heathen and I mean it
~Ope please excuse the dopeness,
I’m just wokest with the flow dontcha know it?
Best have some hands to throw 4sho,
Unless u glow wit it

If I had as much love
As I had **** in my pants,
I’d fill you up at the first glance,
Given the chance
Got u entranced,
We **** when we drance
I’ll show you London,
You show me France yeah

Suicide’s on my mind
Though I can’t seem to find
Motivation inside
I say I wanna try
But I’m wasting my time
Just want some good vibes
Hmu if you find em?

Said I'm havoc wit astounding clout
Blow clouds spit them fractals wow
shifting shapes, him prismatic now
-I’m in another dimension
Guess I never questioned
the consequences
of my pathetic aesthetic

Ya I wear a ****** mask
so you can’t see my pain
Tell me does it resonate,
Does that penetrate your brain?
Man everyday, it straight feel the ****** same
So let’s just vegetate
Now watch me steady levitate
I’m breaking loud,
Falling apart like towers to a plane
Flowers to a flame burning down,
Mayday, mayday
You melt the beams in my heart,
What can I ******’ say?
Catch me diving headfirst in them opposite lanes
Then my mind,
Gets flushed down the ******’ the drain
*****, if you ain’t a succubus
Get the **** up out my gravy train

I smoke big doinks
Gets my mind zoinked
To the point I’m anointed

All about the jinkies
When I'm smoking on that ******,
Take you to the movies,
Tryna feel up them *******
Finna get *****,
I’m no noobie wit a Hoop-D
Shoot my shot up in the *******,
When I hit her wit da roofie

That beat slap harder than a drunk stepfather
When you feeling up his daughter
Got some choppers in the locker,
-Steady mob but I’m a scholar
Now they droppin’ all these dollas
Got the armor to conjure
& conquer the darkest monsters
Hollerin at my partner,
Slobber on my whopper while I stomp em’
Noggin I’m finna clobber
Coldest shoulder on the mountain

My manhood hooked in the crook of ur nook
Y’all wanna tip toe but I don’t pussyfoot,
Wanna throw bows?
Tell ya *** not to look
Vibrate in the ****,
You could say that ***** was shook

Yeah my lines are blurry,
Insufflate blizzards in a fury
Digging where the sewage be
For all these ******* I am luring

Skewering all you limp *****,
Ripe for the barbequing
Cos I been roastin y'all ***,
This **** just ain't ****** new to me

Suckle on my Johnson just to savor the taste
That’s real cheese flavor,
Parmesan off the grate
Got some fries with that shake,
Know those thighs make me quake,
Great Value™ cellulite it’s processed Equate™!

Assassinate you with stealth
God's not gonna save you
When you’re screaming for help
Guns drawn, black lung,
***** I shoot from the belt
Dead-Eye in the sights,
Just need five perfect pelts
Gettin’ litty
Spend $50’s
Pet kitties
**** *******
On this niftier side of ******
while I acquire the wealth

Yo, I smoke a rello
To un-harsh my mellow,
Y’all yellow bellied fellows
Can’t reach my own level

Don’t like my rhymes?
You can fight me
Ignite whilst I smite thee,
From the sky
These bolts come to strike, see
Now I’m magically
Sporadic as lightning

Got Gucci on my zipper -
Throw me a bag, u kno I’ma flip her
Call me Jim Lahey, *****
Cuz’ I am the ******* liquor!
Gonna put on my slippers,
And rock you wit da dripper

In tha cut,
I’m tripping ****
Yuh rolling up that indica

My breath tastes ancient.
I don't know why.
It just does.
And I know I cry a lot of times,
But they aren't always happy or sad reasons.
Sometimes I just have too many thoughts and I have to let some go.
Sometimes I wipe my tears to soak my thoughts back up.
Sometimes I let someone else soak in my thoughts.
Sometimes I just let them fall,
And that's nice too,
Because I become a part of what's around me more so than before.
And today I was thinking about how nice it would be for the world to get together one day,
Like to barbeque out side on a sweltering hot day in July.
All of us, together.
How neat that would be!
And then I thought about what it's like to be a star looking down from really high up in the sky.
And if I were a star one day looking down from high up in the sky,
I'd probably wonder why everyone wasn't all together barbequing.

Mae.B

Where does the sunshine on a sunny day?  
Where do people come out to play?
Where can you ride your bike, skate on your board, have a pint at the pub and watch the world go by?
Where can you picnic or barbeque, learn to kayak or canoe?
Where can you be all alone or part of the crowd if you please?
Where can you play Rugby, Football, Basketball or Frisbee , young or old, small or tall?
Where can you run, let time stand still and be free?
Where can you see children playing in the park, splashing in puddles, people barbequing after dark?
Where can you cross Millennium Bridge overlooking the weir?
Where can you climb a wall, indoors or out, play music on a radio, dance and laugh and shout?
Where can you express yourself in Grafitti on a wall, play with your mates, run and kick a ball?
Where can you see flowers growing free, ducks and swans swimming with their families.
All of this you can see for free any day of the year down by the Quay.

The fire in my belly
the boots on a dancefloor
the felt hat i wear.

Texas is my home
no one can take it away
lone star state of mind

Allan, Waylon, George.
my idols growing up.
Texas is home

frio river, gulf coast
fishing in summer
barbequing in spring.

my home sweet home
is the country music
in the truck

my home away from home
is in the shop
with my brother and a welder

doing one-hundred push-ups while watching
the Italy vs. Belgium game certainly feels good...
barbequing the perfect pork-apple burger
and a fine cut of pork-steak in a smoky marinated
so that it's still juicy... also feels good..
barbequing a perfect corn-on-the-cob...
well... perfection...
what could possibly feel just as good?
having chest-hair... torso hair running through
the stomach...
having a *******'s hand fiddle with the chest-hair...
that has to feel good...
but this one didn't fiddle with the beard...
it feels good to have chest-hair and a woman's
hand running her fingers through it...
it feels even better to have a beard
and have a woman pinch it... tease it...
like it's something more than she would ever
get up to with your little wichard...
it feels good just thinking about this:
without any moral ought-i / ought-i-not that
might plague the moments when
thought fizzles out... and there's this murmur...
where narrative used to be...
the mind is placed in some in situ: ad hoc...
drinking wine while listening to
some Trentemøller (still on fire)...
                    it's getting dark... but i can still make
out the eucalyptus tress at the back of
my garden... and the grapevine: i ask it...
what vintage will you bring me this year?
i neglected you last year...
i'm ready to harvest you this year: though...
i'll buy the yeast, the purifiers everything you need:
let's aim for at least a dozen bottles
of the good juice...
yeah... ****** "things" lodged like embers
in memory... perhaps not a hard-on but certainly
goose-bumps and tingling sensations
as if running like an ancient Roman ****-naked
into nettles... nettles and... subsequently rubbing yourself
with... a mint-extract oil / disinfectant...
one can only be so happy from not having enough
of what one likes...
but as the saying goes:
if you don't have what you'd like:
like what you have
  (jak nie masz czego lubisz:
lub to co masz)....
     well while the second half was being played
i went out for a cigarette...
it's still fresh...
seeing a kestrel reign in the sky above my house...
hovering swooning in, swooping...
you know a bird of prey is flying
when... you don't see any other birds...
this one was... hunting a large insect...
and he did catch it... mid-flight snack...
oh i'm pretty sure all the sparrows were huddles
in some bush having a hush-hush debate...
life can be this...
   it has to be: this least...
     anything more and i'll count myself
a millionaire...
but then again:
you can't spend money on certain things...
          so that's that.