There's nothing quite like
saying hello to someone
who doesn't remember
who you are.

They tilt their head, maybe
squint their eyes,
but nothing materializes.
Your face means nothing.

Even when you saved
the world together when
you were both ten

or wrestled on old
Mrs. Snyder's yard
for an autographed
Ken Griffey Jr. card

or fell in and out
of love with the same girl
throughout the tenth and
eleventh grade.  

Now your face means nothing
and a world of memory is
shattered against the soft
edges of your heart.  

Maybe its troubling that
moments spent so earnestly
could be
forgotten

or the idea that you could be, too.  

The truly valuable people
come like drops
of water from
a sandy canteen

so forgive me while I
pick up the pieces of
myself that broke
off with you.

Living this life's ain't nothing
But a struggle
It's a hustle tryna make a ****
Bustle
Enemies out for self grab the tech on the shelf
To protect my health got my pride
And stealth
Stop chasing the wealth cuz it leads to death
Put ya soul up for ransom got **** son
Wake up and see the sunshine at the pearly
Gates of hell say ya want heaven but can't bail
Only if I see a jail cell or a bullets that sail
Into my head as I lay dead rains covered
Over my casket had to masked a simple task
As my survivors take a sip.of liquor
In the flask
And see a flash of me reminscin' G on the
Good times.and writing rhymes far from sublime
Shake up my mind got.**** I'm
Dreamin'
Like Williams smoke I gotta roll
One
Flex my gun at the shadows taste the plateau
My legacy leavin' blood stains from a drain
In ya brain hallucinate like ******* things ain't the same
Fools ain't tame to the game
So the same things keep repeating change
Ya views as I try to run away from the pangs
That stangs so if you an enemy we can peace
Easily or better yet a cemetery my destination
Is to the see the sinners lady a Mingus touch
Double Dutch the chocolate delux **** got me in a crutch
And much
Folks say they ain't feelin' me.but I gives ****
What they say about me eternally
I slam
Em harder than Ken Griffey in Cincinnati
Red means ya dead all aboard the night train
Takin' thrills pass the migraine a highway
Of liberty corridor see the war that mirrors
The horrors spirits is a reflection
Of the physical
Been real since I was in my mothers umbilical
Chord my words laid with Michael's sword
An angel of war packin' more hammers than Thor either
Or
Suckas don't wanna go against the black Theodore
A rough rider who'll slide ya the older I get the wiser
Hypnotize ya with the thousand yard stare
And don't care see the devil's glare we a pair
My fame and fortune don't mean nothing
Stand up for something or die for nothing