"henny" poems
You like to say love disappeared.
And I swear it never left, but she talk like Kanye "Ima let you finish"
shrug her shoulders; cut me off, Swift.
Drinks on the table it was no one else's business, Henny in my system there was no one else who witnessed how she never took a breath like a run on sentence so I'm in the club flexing working on my fitness; arms out stretched on my chest crucifixion.
I'm forgiven but could never get a word in not even one syllable I'm talking in synonyms I,
never
ever
nevermore, words with friends. Triple word how absurd you be trippin **** on my Instagram insecurity I'm tired of it I'm with my Boys chillin rarely smoked but might burn a spliff; ease the pain so insane major Payne fatigue is in.
I got a glimpse of future, I use to, try to hit you up reconnect, bluetooth, I'm in her ear lying for the *** I miss you, she on top giving me the truth: this all you. But **** it though I'm not trynna be your man, but when she leaving out for work I be sleepin in
and when she home I tax that *** like I'm Uncle Sam nothing ever change so after head she be at my neck
next
Flashback to the present
--and--
she still telling me how I don't get it
stressed
unproductive in her presence, you not even in front of me I'm still tasting lemons; Yo, my star player wants a trade should I let her go? cut too deep for bandaids should I let it flow.
Throwback to the past vampire clothes but the blood different I'm a sucker for that red though: she was floating 6 inches from the earth floor, you's a victim baby true blood, spoil us! Show Me What You Got lil mama let your "Kingdom Come" dressed in all black spending money black republican? Awesome and some; I was sliding home she was catching, clamping; say I turn her on like a touch screen, Samsung; with a touch of color you would disobey your mother as I slid under your covers
mid-day massages
"Midnight Maunders"
at least that's how it use to be, now Award Tour got her trippin almost frequently
we use to fight for love she said now she a causality!
"and how you gonna make this bout you it's about me, phone ringing since 1am it's about 3
thought you was slick huh,
thought I was sleep, you **** right love disappeared"
but she never leaves.
She's still waiting to exhale, but she never breaths.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
I want to fall with a Poetress
Not a girl but a woman that can match my intellect.
She can cook and clean but is far from domesticated.
Need a ghetto queen like Latifah
I'm from the hood baby I can handle a skillet.
Let's split it
You cook the rice I make the chicken
A woman that understands it all from politics to religion
She fights for her rights
And some nights she doesn't want to lay she wants to ride
Never ask for nothing but is willing to die
Living for the moment
Like of our live is being directed by Nick Cassavetes
A Poetress I promise to keep smiling
Like a woody Allen movie
And if I sell my soul
I'll be Adam and she Lilith
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
That argues with me metaphorically
Poetic in her actions
When she threatens to leave me
A goddess with words and she let's me hear it
A woman I can open up like a book
And let's me eat in her living room
One that can bear baby Jesus and the anti Christ if God decides
My match
My one on one
Wether I have a bible or a ski mask
Much more than superficial beauty
But if I had to choose
She'll be Patron white with a Henny ***
Don Pergion for a mouth,
she speaks class
1880 aged wine for her mind
Her thoughts are dined
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
Who understand cutlery
But loves bacon and burger beef
A goddess of poetry
Would be the only one right for me
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
And the search begins
your majesty.....
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
me, you and Hennessy.
me, you this Hennessy.
three different people, one night...
this one night...
I swear this is about to turn into a piece about how we three came together with these trees, lit..
you, me ..this Hennessy talking to me baby and I've been thinking about you.
right now I'm about to let this henny talk , see I've been watching you tonight.. this night, stargazing ....you me, falling for the moon..the stars.. baby this is where we are, me in between your legs, thighs rubbing on my neck , warmth on my ears.. This is me, you and where we're meant to be...together us three..
me you this Hennessy lets get acquainted, the henny speaks to me and I to you, you could call henny the wing because once Richard got that whiff he's never been able to say no to nights with you. Richard got a whiff, his fix, the aroma.. my god, blaspheme i apologise , speaking in tongue, my tongue in your ear, mouth, neck, ******* naval back to your ******* Richard lost track of time he has got to dip but still he stands at attention...minutes gone by forgetting the whiff he once caught, slowly going down, tying his shoes looking up to you on one knee, that whiff, your ***** he has to dip but watching you drip ? the henny, the devil on his shoulder whispered to him " devour her, eat at her soul, speak in tongues , spell her name with your tongue, make her see stars because under the stars, that's where it all began.. us stargazing , stars gazing , you dazing... daisies. day in day out you , me and this Hennessy ...pure bliss.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Take a ride with me,
Give me your ear, your eyes;
Like stellar days of old,
I will tell no lies.
You see my days weren't complicated,
When the rivers ran red,
It was a bullet or the money,
Family gotta stay fed.
Your silent gestures cannot fathom
What was my everyday,
Like the hardened hollows of my soul,
I took my gun to the park to play.
This was my life
From my chest into these words,
Every link in the chain,
I am tied down by haunted verbs.
Kindle old fires
And set your daily a blaze,
I survived with deep wounds,
To the past I am a slave.
Give me my homiez,
All dead and gone,
Give a sip of that Henny,
I'll drip some on the lawn.
This is me,
Just an old ****
I'll remember the tombstones,
On bent knee I the marble a hug.
Today I am whipped
Among all the sorrows,
But being a survivor
Give me hope for all the tomorrows.
The westside,
Like a weary night *****
No coming back, no coming back,
I can't take no more.....
Pick out a casket
And don't remember my name,
Anonymous me,
A Dedpoet who carried the blame.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Seven times I told you,
Seventy pins in seventy dolls on seventy dusty shelves in New Orleans backrooms.
Seven times I warned you
Seven hundred aches, seven hundred acres
I run across.
I outrun the burn and I outrun the grief
The witch in me, I race with her too.
Seven miles to run, seven miles behind.
And I pass that playful laugh of yours, grab at it
and stick it in my pocket, shove it deep, deep in my pocket.
And I pass that twinkle in your eyes
and I grab that too,
send it on a paper rocket flying the speed of light into seven universes far away.
I grab that last promise
the one that was slippery and hard to hold onto.
I grab it and hold it tight
And I run.
I told you I would
(you looked so surprised).
I run and my bones hit the ground with the rhythm and pulse of a tribal drummer
He drums out in my head
Run, Run, henny Run.
He drinks my optimism from a cup, then beats his drum. Run, chickadee, run run.
He vomits my clarity at my feet all the while his brown weathered hands drum a ceaseless beat. Run, baby. He loves you not, run.
On the seventh day I run from you and
I find that I am made now from the down of your hair
so I run until I am bald.
I find that I am made now from stalactites dripping from your tongue.
Celtic knot of assurances and reassurances.
I am made up of moments that I didn't make.
I am made up of your indecision. They bounce gleefully "I don't know, I don't know..."
they insist as they hit walls and corners.
They are lazy, I outrun them with ease.
Seven times I told you,
Itchy souls need to find a branch for stratching.
Seven miles between me and you
Seven hundred to go.
Sahn
6/12/14
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
The gravel crunches
as we walk
and it's cold.
We push our breaths out
of chapped lips, and wipe
away dried spit, with nicotine
fingers.
Pigeon feels the baggies in his pockets
full of vicodin,
that's gonna get us ****** up.
His fingers look like earthworms through his jeans
as he gropes for the baggy.
I get that jolt, just thinking about it;
that jolt of happiness you feel right before you get
real ****** up.
I look around and pull out a Camel Light,
because that's all we smoke.
And light up. It's real
white out, white and cold.
The moon's fat as a snowflake
and foggy up there too.
I move my toes,
and can't feel a thing,
****
We crunch through the woods,
catching glimpses of the moon, and the lake
through the trees.
I want to hit this fifth of Henny
jerking in my backpocket,
but I'm saving it.
Pigeon stops.
Me and Gus keep walking.
Pigeon coos.
We turn around.
He whips out the plastic baggy,
In the moonlight the Vicodins look
like those tiny, candy skulls you get on halloween.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
***** gin, wine or ***
Anything will do
A girl needs something strong
Just to get her through
In this utter crap & solitude
To which I find I'm living
My friends are Henny's cider
Or any other sin
Tobacco and not eating
Are helping me lose weight
And perhaps a line of coke will do
To deaden all the hate
I really should take more care
Especially for the child
But I still can't quite remember
The last time that I smiled
To self destruct is what I know
From years of selfish pain
But I will pull through
I will be strong
I will return again
(C) Pixievic 2016
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Super Saiyan like Goku
Japanese got Nobu
Got things to blow through
Soul searching eat soul food
Lineman said go blue
Know things I know too
Cough down got the flu
'Rona season ye they knew
Hit a lick and they rich now
Kobe shooting bricks now
Make music you call sounds
Shorty go two rounds
Henny Henny on the flip town
Jealousy they talk about
I don't really give a **** now
I just wanna blow it up now
Someone come roll spliffs
6ix God go views this
Air punching got no fists
I just feel so diff
Get rich and go dip
Pinking I go swim
Jelly jelly got no diss
****** like solstice
Don't want to lose connect
Dripping down like a faucet
I just want to be blessed
Late sleep feel too stressed
Situations go reflect
**** my ex" is a reflex
I just want two things
Big money and respect
East to side to the rex
Play smart got no decks
Aces up next
Need a queen be the best
Whip around in my X
Flex on my ex
Check time Rolex
Get "I miss you" texts
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Depressed as ****
Should I drink this henny?
Down to the third bottle,
Baby trust me I had plenty,
And even though I'm feeling pretty ******
There was no need for unessasary self pity,
It leaks from the cavities of he devils teeth,
While reminiscing distant memories.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
I am a victim of verbal, mental, and physical abuse
And no matter how hard i try
My scars seems to out shine my smile
I don't try to be negative
I really don't
But when you've experienced the pain i felt
You assume the worst
I take the blame because it's usually my fault
I am the one common denominator
In all the things that I've lost
I ask "are you mad?"
Because its a natural reaction
I tend to bring it out
In those with a mutual attraction
I need constent verification
That i am wanted
Yes, its annoying and it bugs me too
But if you want me tell me
It's my diseases salvation
I get frustrated because im bipolor
I cry because im depressed
I'm sure you regret meeting
This hot *** mess
Ive been used and abused
So i assumed you'll do it too
I'm truly sorry for my assumption
I never ment to judge you
If you've moved on
I truly understand
A man like you
Should be in better hand
All i want to do is add to your happiness
Make you like Texas
Because thats where we met
And...
Give you what you want
Whatever that may be
When you find out, tell me
I'll be sure to deliver with 100% guarantee
But i am sorry
For what? I dont know
I feel like I annoy you
But who knows
I've ran out of words
And the henny is kicking in
I probably shouldn't drive
But **** it! We all die in the end✌
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Check it baby me your meant to be
i aint kickin' no melodies
we deserve each other that other brother cant do what i do
i appreciate the finer things
in life
no doubt i wanna make you wife
in the future give me a shot
im ya love drug a booster
love ya so hard you could never get used to
the things i do
what ya gotta say im ya angel
in the flesh heavenly ya beauty
and ya elegant smile pretty body priceless
and when we make love you speechless
couldnt even really touch this the track that is and so what ya got kids
we can still make it together
cuz true love never fails if all goes wrong better believe ill be knockin' on ya door filled with tears galore
and i love the scent of ya perfume
so baby lets get a room
Go to suite 133
grab the cristal or some henny
and turn on the tv
watchin' slow jams
Marvin Gaye givin' the inner city blues
it makes me wanna holla
ill spend all of my dollars
on you you so true so real
baby when im next to you i cant wait to feel
your body your lips caressin' mines
*** is in the air even got the spirits in a stare as ya hairs
begans to flare i see a small tear
drop from ya eyes cuz of the way i love and go between ya thighs
bite you slow below
then back up to kiss ya temple
its plain and simple
no jokes to tell
dont you remember i do it well
stroke ya til ya ***** swells
this aint no fairytale
as i give you a permanent holy grail come.on!!!
now that we together
lets embrace the stormy weather
im too clever
too mess up a good thang
im in a love jones
dont believe everything
you see or hear
baby just come here
and lend me your ear
you have nothing to fear
dont ya know you man is here
We all as one and one in all
Even if we hit a downfall
Just know im.only a phone call
Away **** what others say
You still my number one bebe
Come one
You know i love you better
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
I keep thinking "man that could've been me."
Too easy.
Cause the ones that claim to help be the ones that do you breezy...
Long live the lost souls.
May God guide you on your way up.
I pray you keep your eyes on me.
Keep me protected, keep them strays up.
Don't let em touch me...
I pray they don't target me,
Buying skittles and some tea.
But who knows?
& Though we try to move on.
You can only be but so strong.
I tried henny and she didn't work.
ciroc couldn't get me off.
I talked to jack he a cool dude.
The **** had me feeling like a **** fool;
That wasn't me.
Tried whatever to get my mind off.
How many times we had to say bye?
Most of my homies spending time in prison,
They other ones laying in the sky...
Long live the lost souls.
May God guide you on the way up.
I pray you keep your eyes on me.
Keep me strong and help me stay up.
Why you had to go?
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Still running from the police
While the streets screaming
For peace
I see more and more brothers layin on the
Streets covered with white sheets
Dont ask me why
I got hate in my heart for the law
They been fuckin' us
Since slavery and they say we free
But that ***** lady liberty
Never gave me my papers
And yea im . Kickin us dust
Put my trust on my own **** self
Packin' mad ammunition
With a fully auto matic ak on the shelf
So go ahead and get mad
Yall cant **** me my spirit will revenge thee
I know martin marched the battle
And malcolm showed em the black fist
Which proves they scared of a revolutionist
Now drop all you crooked *** cops 187
Leave society wailin'
And ill still be bailin'
Now that im fresh on bail
There always a snitch to tell
Runnin' to the law
Gets you a fractures jaw
And 200 lbs of body with a razor
Straight to ya throat
Check ya air pressure
Times goin' flat on ya back
Hopin' to make it death couldnt break it
**** em
There always a cain in the neighborhood
Even though
We have our ups n downs
We still somehow hold each other down
Cant trust noone even ya family
Members be buggin'
Still muggin'
At twenty eight in the mix
Sippin' on tangeray or the henny
With a spliff to match that
On the waist a eight pound gat
**** up if ya want too
And watch death come hunt you
So just play it cool fool
I aint tryna say im the baddest
But i gotta defend mine
Especially to punk *** one time
Meanwhile im still sailin'
Ocean coastin'
Breakin' the bells of liberty
Still bailin'
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Pardon me waiter
But there's a fly in my soup
Doing the backstroke
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
I'll probably die anonymous.
Or die with broken promises.
I'll probably die drinking some henny and drowning out.
I'll probably die crying with tears that never came out.
I'll probably die thinking, not trusting my intuition.
I'll probably die young from making some bad decisions.
I'll probably die buying some drugs while I'm on leave.
I'll probably die from wisdom in things that I once believed.
I'll probably die taking the long way from school.
I'll probably die thinking me and some homies was kool.
Or probably die from women because I don't pay attention.
I'll probably die with lethal injection for doing ******
Or die from getting jump cuz her family told me don't hurt her.
I'll probably die serving my country in military.
Hearing just some of my fears,
Death to me is no longer scary.
To be continued..
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC
Henny-yussly mischeevyuss
He orfed growshurries irregardless
Of the rawshussness and disgustment
Of the masonairy surrounding him.
We consistiountly tried to keep aholt
Of his mumbeulizing narrativation,
But he was dissensibly non-coherent
With a naturalistic talent to devaricate.
He was consistively disassembling,
Misindicating his intellectuality
And his irreality noissomely aloud.
Of his malapropicisms he was proud.
His crassy disaparagements reeked
And his ununderstandments peaked
They pointed out his misconstumblement
About his privates and the government.
His blabbermouthedness notoriastic
Rerendered him atombombastical.
His practicication of the irradical
Was mostly piraticalish; nastical.
His pernowncements so disapplaudable
Too bad his words were so megaudible
Unpossible, hyperdisgustisizing,
To the point of indisguising.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 4:58 AM UTC
am i hearing voices in my head?
maybe its just a call from the dead godspeed
my heartbeats to the ***** streets enemies in a creep
will i be put to sleep or will i
evade the conflict? cuz everyone on my ****
i gotta make a move quick strategist from past war tactics
makes me react quick oh ****
there they go i see shots galore I'm on the floor
i see man the mirror with mad gore
is it god tryna store in a blessin **** sessions
my spirits full of aggression **** i shoulda had my smith n wesson
will i die or will the lord spare me an eye?
and let me live so i can i see my future kids
sippin' on this henny aint makin it no better
i got mad pain i remember my homies blood stains
tattoo tears hidden my fears bo longer worried
so i aint scared to be buried dead or alive im like a beehive
honeys surroundin' me tryna milk me for my money
but they gets nothing but a gun blast then i laughhhh
right in they face trading places eradicate the racist politics happy bday *****
know yall goin to the ditch
crooked i in the media eyes but they cant help it until i die
i get hated then cremated back to hell where i originated
dont care whos there empty rooms for the wombs
while im sleepin in the tombs earthquakes hearts shakes
once god tears drop satan just waitin' he aint in hesitation
ghetto heaven is my destination
uh cops is full of **** tryna get every brother in my hood hit
then they try smile like they happy just like they did my grandpappy
but papa wasnt no punk he had to dump
eyes red bloodshed im seeing pain ancestors speak to me
while im on liquor mayne half down the bottle im feelin' queazy
so when ya see me take it eazy
im just rumblin born revolutionist truth hurts the most
enemies stay real close til ya a ghost
light up a blunt to keep my troubles loose i aint scared to die
my only fear of death is coming back reincarnated
cuz in heaven there no phonies just gangsta *** homies and thugs with galore drugs
and slugs hit it?
cuz my own fear if being reincarnated after death
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
Here’s to the dark clouds forming
And the waves crashing
To the sirens calling
And the fearful losing hope
Here’s to the blood lose
And to the salty tears
To the mountains roaring
And to the lonely graves
Here’s to the pill poppers
And to the Henny drinkers
Let’s not forget the loveless
And to the broken temples
Here’s to my dreams in hell
And to my fears in heaven
Here’s to me
For I am lost
And will never be found
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Verse: 1
Uh, check it!
Centripetal force coursing through the veins,
Mixed with henny, speeding through multiple lanes.
Rudimentary devil, spewing coarse language defying parental guidelines.
Villain of the century, swooning hearts whilst dismantling traditional racist designs.
Such craftiness, isn’t it wild?
That our worlds filled with such nastiness.
Bringing truth brought forth from past experience.
Yet people still look at me like some incompetent child!
But I’ll continue fighting,even if I end up like John Coffey from the Green Mile.
Plunging propaganda down the toilet,
Expunging paraphernalia that has left us exploited.
That’s why you shouldn’t underestimate an apple.
Classiness defiled, how vile, engulfing youth into the Bermuda Triangle.
Barracuda coming for ya,
In order to scramble the status quo.
A hero seen as a foe,
Misunderstood like Edgar Allen Poe.
A hero seen as a foe.
Misunderstood like the edge lord shadow.
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Verse:2
Chaos stems from abuse of power,
That will burn us like a fire power up flower.
But once that power is stripped away,
All your left with is scared little cowards.
So, why do we continue being submissive to these rat ********
Why don’t we question their status of master?
That wasn’t achieved but ascribed to fit dominant factors.
Making slaves of those they deem as common denominators.
Thinking they are the Luke skywalker’s of the story,
But are actually the Darth Vader’s.
Thinking those oppressed will simply forgive them if they say sorry.
Well, sorry but come back when your ready to change policies.
Ready to change racist terminology.
Ready to tax the wealthy and give it to the rest of our struggling economy.
Ready to make the curriculum honest.
You want our trust.
We want laws and legislation to not be racist and biased!
Ultimately, we are calling for justice!
We should no longer be foes.
Don’t ya know?
It’s not to late to become a hero.
Don’t you know?
We are all just misunderstood like Edgar Allen Poe.
Don’t ya know?
We are all just misunderstood like the edge lord shadow.
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
Let me tell you about this fine, chocolate boy
skin darker than Hershey's, teeth whiter than baking soda, & girl, he looks good in everything!
I can remember meeting him on one occasion but he will argue that its 2
1 whole year of madness and I am still in love with dude
Let me tell you about this fine, chocolate boy
When I see him out my heart just skips
I feel like I am still trying to win him, slowly playing my poker chips
Its like I haven't already snatched him & claimed him as mine
I'm still trying to impress him, I do all the time
Let me tell you about this boy
His skin so soft and so smooth
I get chills when he runs his hand up my side & kisses my back
When he ***** on my neck, I am most likely to drown
He smells like my favorite things-- Cologne, Henny, & Crown
Let me tell you about this chocolate boy
I'm so desperately in love
I want to be his first & only everything in the world
I want to be his first wife
I want to carry his first child
I want to be with him forever... I know yall think that's wild!
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
One's heart can only take so much damage, but somehow endures a catastrophe
Everyone's like the letters in contractions so close together but I'm always that last letter spaced out and set apart by an apostrophe
I have so many frames with canvases turning black and blue while the red seeps threw my veins and out my body
And each frame has several cracks waiting to create a big trench that either makes me seem depressed or shoddy
But it all could've been avoided if I had stopped trying to fill the void with a another human being that seemed to understand
The way I felt and who I was but in the end that relationship just seems to be nothing more than contraband
As I eagerly await a future of hope rather than despair
The cracks continue to deepen themselves because I know nobody's there
And it pains me the most because I now realize I was destined to be alone
Since there really is no hope of finding my true home
I just sit back allowing that fragile glass to break
As depression drives me away from love turning my eyes opaque
And the thought hits me that I every time I said "These emotions that awake"
It turned out to be these emotions that were fake
I hold nothing but a vacuum-like glass vase in between my rib cage with a giant whole sitting on top
And its just moments away from losing its handles and ending up like humpty dumpty after his drop
The smile that brightens my face only darkens my blood
Holding in these insidious emotions, forming a tsunami, ready to flood
I just feel as if I should ease the pain away but there's nothing sharp enough in the drawer
Because there's nothing but darkness settling in my core
I've made one bad decision which lead to a whole life of painful judgement
Now my life needs to be fixed but there's no way to make any adjustments
I've never had a drink but I might ease the pain away with a sip of Henny
Because my heart is about to shatter into One Piece Too Many
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
I sit at the bar just dreaming about you
The immense feelings I have are all true
The henny runs through me vein by vein
The sight of you drives me insane
This love for you burns so deep
As I take another shot because it’s so hard to sleep
I stare at the jager as I am its next prey
Because your love is so hard to bare it leaves me in dismay
This liquor has got me in deep there is no turning back
The next shot comes near me ready to attack
Her love is what I need I can’t go anymore
What more can I do what left is in store
Just thinking about the chances I leave on the table
The opportunity to ask you out but sadly I am not able
This liquor has hit my brain and I’m down for the count
I want to confess my love for you an obstacle I cannot surmount
I leave the bar and look up and here it rains
As my love burns more with liquor in my veins
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Keep the blunts in rotation love to freak haitan to jamacian
As well as the columbians womens
They lay up under me like a canopy
I got the shades blinding haters from my sunshine
Restrictin' minds from.the flash of my nine
Milly make ya body dance silly fools talkin' itty
Bitty I'll close ya mouth like hello Kitty
Gettin' nine stitches like 50 but once the shells drop
Ill promise I'll finish you off turn ya melon hard from soft
Soul lifted soon to be shifted off in the mother ship
Even in heaven I got a throne where none can withstand the dangerzone prone
My lyrics are mathed graphical swarming so fast it'll create a black hole
I'm going viral check my flows that spiral
Deep in ya head extractin' all thoughts that shed
Nothing but bloodshed all in it for bread
I get breakfast and head while ya beatin' off instead
I got a millions rhymes from blunts I puffed a million times
Keep em line I be the lyrical street sweeper
So stay at distance or face brain damage from the speaker
Huh a million...
My lyrics are carefully chosen growing for the ozem
I lay burning paths deeper than ozones
Suckas claim they King when they just roam
Another chapter to my tome tapped up and all alone
Exposin' wounds and broken bones
Around the battlefield emcees kneel
Cuz they know.i.be the real deal like Holyfield
A deadly left jab you can feel o so real
Closing down the Earth's atmosphere so all would feel
My lyrical drillin' curin' rhyming diseases with my rappin' penicillin
And ain't no killin' us we soul survivors
Improvise tactics wiser than Mcgyver
Living across the enemies wire my desire
To whole this rap game up shooken' up
I'll be mobbin' like M.O.P so ante up
Over runneths my cup full of Henny and syrup
Got a few cuties from eastern europe
To Belize so stand at ease when ya see a Sarge talkin' and nobody walkin'
Away clean glitter and gleam shatter ya dream
Cuz I be Wu Tang after the cream
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
I seem so stressed, Im always looking at the positives and the best
It keeps me engaged while life is putting me to the test
If you asked what matters they write it on a check
Or you feel it in the sweat when you've fallen into ***
If dying is what it seems, then why does it always appear within my dreams
Trying to understand what the devil may be in
It works all the same everything feels like sin
Henny and Gin, always on one's mind
The truth is out there but it's so ******* hard to find
The grind of life causes us to choose vice
Whether its alchohol, tobacco, or maybe it's rolling dice
Nice is what you want to be but that won't happen
As long as you succumb to the evils that surround men
When we find our vices we give up on life
The evils of Lucifer causing us strife
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Here I am, same spot, same time.
We're still sittin at this table, but there ain't nothing to dine.
For every pretty penny, and every pocket of pence.
I'm not wanting a reaction, just some recognition for the places I've went.
I'm so tired and I'm so sick.
Of these People who follow me, and you don't care, cause you're a ****
I put a price on these dice, and asking myself is there more to life.......
I guess not.
It just feels like I'm going in a circle,
you know all I wanted was help but that would be ******* miracle.
Back in, back out, this body is losing
But you don't give a **** just back to abusing.
With weights on these shoulders, it feels like I'm carrying boulders.
My life, my love, my family, I wear it like a glove, and everytime push comes to shove,
I'll walk free and release the white dove.
So hand on the passion fruit with Lil extra passion,
Add some Henny and **** and let's get back to crashing.
The faces of the people who I've lost along the way.
But if you gotta lil bitty problem just say,
You know I won't listen cos this is promo.
We'll be laughin like a Matrix cos this ***** in slow mo.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC