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Leks Dec 2013
Tropical vibe, coconut milk and shaved ice
My so glow with the low cut
No jheri curl, jerry rice
Boogie board on the rip tide
Parasail and deep dive, don’t think twice.

Sands white on my tan feet
Coliseum in the back seat
Straw hut where the beach be
Like screen saver when your mac sleep
Relaxing
I ain’t racing no ******’ rats
I'm relaxing.
An extract from blue whale by frank ocean. Pure bliss
guess whos back
with that mack attack
bringing real hip hop back
yea still pushin 808s
in the cadillac
old honeys feelin that
vibe once come across the mic
turn em from being a ****
like mike
got the game on lock
6 rings on my pinky
how did i fall out
when i been at the top
creme of the crop
knockin these fake emcees
out the box
rock chatteroxes
n what not?
i dont beef cuz i dont eat it
but the bullets i let feed it
to ya body mind and soul
as i take control
of the industry
every ol school emcee feelin' me
underground true to the sound
yea i been around get around
like pac pack two twins glocks
black. chrome
quick to put any in a funeral home
ya can find me home alone
writing dope ****
got a mansion of counterfeit
bills is print
call it black mint hell sent
govs got me bent
**** the president
there better off with dead resident
still cant get no love
still rockin fresh red cortez
with the honeycomb jersey
ill leave ya beggin like percy for mercy
naw yall gets none
still reiging as the victorious
still game is wack
still rep  pro black
been here and back
yo i never slacked still




still bump dj *****
still wreckin crews
check the news
aint no clues
still my folks gettin robbed
cant get a decent job
still cops harrasssin us
still blastin at us
cant put no trust
in the system justice failed
the evil still prevails
all the religious folks yell
jesus is back
**** it same ol fairytale
never trusted blonde hair n blue eyes
demons in guise
still im on a sneak
put ya to sleep
as ya roll up **** creek
still sittin back n think
wish i could change the world
to better all the young boys n girls
still  got OGs who rock jheri curls
but dont get it twisted
theyll split ya wig can ya dig it
friends of distinction
yall still in detention
need i mention
still they lynching
got every black n hispanic
on the bench and
twenty five to life
still cant get cut with a knife
america pie been done gone
purchased illegally all wrong
they say im wronghow fool?
when society drools?
off desperation starvation
i bring heat to the whole nation
heated like friction
facts no gotdamn fiction
still cant get no love
still lookin' at those above
me r i p to the real homies
and homettes
still you cant see me as i be
in the front
lawn sippin moet
shakin my head
still american pushin slavery
but they tell me to forget
still...


still i got love for the beats
still hang in the streets
spread luv with my peeps
repeat
weekend bar be que
listen to ******* up blues
how can ya not be confused?
woth music these days
the radio plays
nothing but bull to fool
thea masses
i shatter there hearts like broken glasses
class is
in session learned a lesson
in this game ya gotta make a name
instead most go for the fame
lose there souls in the flame
still i got no shame
to put any on blast
still puttin up our past
still we get harrassed
still ****** saggin they pants showin ***
still cant get a pass
in the politics
everybody ridin satans ****
pregnant n ****
no abortions spiritually gone
with snortin they shortin
ya benefits everyday
still tryna make a way
still ignore what they say
still ill stand by what i say
even if it cost me my life today
still.....
Lytrell Howard Feb 2015
If
If you were in outer space
Could you eat an apple without a taste?
Could you run around without a chase?
If you were in outer space

If you were in the ocean black
Could you carry an ox upon your back?
Could you be a King then Queen a Jack?
If you were in the ocean black

If you were in a computer world
Could you wear a scary jheri curl?
Could you twirl a pearl inside a girl?
If you were in a computer world
Man I'm feeling sad but good, sliding on the leatherwood, **** near wrecked,
Up in the hood,
I'm misunderstood, my city like a ghetto, hollywood, so I should,
Let it off my chest, never grow soft, real man dont shed no tears,
Now that yall no longer here, I gotta embrace the fears, my death is near,
But dont shed no tears, when I'm up out of here, out of here,
Yosef get a control, of ya soul, **** Im in hidden in the valley of skulls,
Closet opened, now see all the pain unfold, I'm still living for the city,
Like stevie, and I wonder, will ever get a break from the thunder,
Under the lightening, it's kind of frightening, tryna be writing,
To ya in the afterlife, dayum you left behind ya wife,
I cant think straight , see double visions, while driving on the interstate,
**** it's too late, too late, why so many up in a crate,
Smiles and tears, as the caskets appear, closer and closer mayne,
And I'm a sit back cruising in the slow lane, while I focus on the puffs, of mary Jane,
Im So high so high, I'm lookin at em, so low so low, six feet deep they go,
Bangs on my mental, how i keep myself sane, in a world that so insane,
Mayne, it's enough to make ya wanna blow out ya brain, with no remain,
Tryna get a strain, on the devils mane see me up at 4 way holding it mayne,
I wish I could change, the world but too many love the evil that curls,
Love into pain, submission I'm giving, all that I got, til my body is shot,
Open for the plot, I see the enemies sitting near me, waiting for me,
To put a gun to my head, man I'm half dead see my thoughts, is half read,
Cant see through the Hennessy, demons shaking me, and the angels, tryna walk with me, at the same time,
Put my thoughts on rewind, so it dine, mayne I gotta stay on top of mines,
Grind, sunday to sunday, so many living the life one way, everyday I treat it like holiday, no matter what the haters say, I pray,
On bended knees, hoping one day I'll see, my babies, what up heaven?
What up hell? Will ever get a break, through this madness out of my shell,
****, first it was my uncle calvin, then next was my baby zekara, ****
This can scare ya, now I see the rapture, my baby Lelei, got caught up in the capture,
Mayne, im.being real, I miss yall laughter,
Now pops is gone, you was strong, you used to play the same ol song,
Now I'm humming, the band played on, them jheri curls was on, on and on,
You used to to get me gone, with your infinite wisdom, another kingdom,
Added **** I wish I didnt bat it, the bases is loaded, with spirits, wait to be loaded,
At home plate, where the angels await, another heart is on the stake,
Another family at the wake, silence sighs see the water in they eyes,
It's no surprise, another limo ride, in black for the disguise, I peep wise,
My eyes glow red, when I see another soul that's godspeed, my thoughts red,
Nothing but pain, I can see the grains, off wisdom stretching on my brain,
I cant maintain the goetias mayne, somebody come save me, pray for me,
I feel for any, you got pity, in they heart beware glowing darts,
Splitting apart, evil and the dark, I'm paced up happy as a lark, as I park
A bullet for ya mind, not even one time, can stop this shine, I miss yall,
I miss yall, man we gonna have a ball, celebrate ya homegoing call,
No more pain no more rain, only the sunshine, that gathers the opening lanes,
Clouds of joy, hands comforted around me, let my invisible wings, fly freely,
I'm feeling glee, spirits all over me got me, freaking out violently,
Cant sleep, cuz my eyes flowing like a creek, feel the sorrows of the weak,
Beckons like concrete, so watch ya speak, I only promise,
Hang with the wisdom of Thomas, I'm not a teacher, or a preacher,
I'm just here to reach to ya, how many people  gonna read, embrace my philosophical seeds, I'm here to breed, nothing but peaceful creeds, see the Rasheeds,
Out here throwing techs, for greed my soul only feeds, to the real indeed,
I bleed, nothing but war inside of chaos live life everyday, as a coin toss,
How I can see wins, if I'm stuck at a loss, one hand ya soul like Randy Moss,
Suckas get tossed, out my battlezone, many nights I've battled alone,
PTSD just another clone, many of soldiers ain't never seen home,
Visited many nights, of the unknown tombstone, so many hearts is gone,
Chasing, something they cant even chase, im.just sit, copy and paste,
Coming off my mind, its goes dine, I'm gripping on my iron, like mike,
I see enemies in my sight, I'm hallucinating got my brain creating,
Scenarios, scenarios, black mirror got me feeling homicidal, hits like a tidal,
Wave only for the brave, I see the crave hibernate pain, like a bear in a cave, naw I cant be saved, i dont wanna be saved,
Dear lord can you hear me, take me, away from the webs of humanity,
I know you see me as a key, like Joseph to Mary situations scary,
Can even look at my family, the same I see them as the same, adversaries stay lookin for me but they cant blast me,
Blast me cuz I got the armor of soldier, hell spawns all in me ya feel me feel me???
I was a kid, born with a fiery halo, says no preachers slapping crisco,
Telling me to let go, of the demons scheming from the gitgo,
Born in the months of a Virgo, and there if i go, got the light stored,
All across the shores, I feel the breeze, and the winds blowing slowly,
Caught a whiff of the spiritual drift, almost pushed me to the cliff,
Keep a spliff, chunky light the blunts pass it slowly, to my homies,
Thinking of ways to make pays, but it seems shadiness, is the only way,
To make an honest pay,
I could grow a jheri curl like O'Shea, make y'all ******* fear me, hear me,
Out I'm not ever gone rap about, that fake ****, make or take it,
We talking points, high and publishing so why, lie to yourself,
It ain't good for ya health, now you gotta move ya steps in stealth,
But I say **** that, I talk back, so what if I die it was my time to die,
Never question why, of the universe I speak so real in this verse,
I swear you'll see make shaking in my hearse, every soul is terse,
Once the crossover begins, make peace with ya sins before ya ending,
Brad told y'all, he never seen a man cry, til he seen a grown man die,
I can't even lie, even though tears flooded my eyes, can't save his demise,
I realize the game of life, is chest, tryna avoid the check mate *****,
Feeling bigger once ya pockets pass seven figures, there's a hitter,
Just waiting to get Cha, tells from the hood naw it's tales of the good,
And the bad, just poetries of visions I had in my note pad,
Became a reality, why nobody, see the evilness in this society,
Lurking at a snail pace, stuck in a rat race, different place a new face,
Waiting to get a taste, of ya blood on their hands, see inflation in demand,
Families is crumbling, no more humblesness just pain to ingest,
Only the real feel this, somebody get this torch out my hands, I'm loosing it,

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