yeah ***** wanna make
enemies with me
ya see me flossing pistols with shining  jewelry
not tryna be purtttty
but im coming with
the wrath of a panther
expanding my legacy
in every community
black folks hispanic folks
stop letting them smoke
out ya mind i grind with as i shine
over enemies they stay worried about me
and how i beat my feet so swiftly
enemies i line em
up one by one
this aint a game son
i be the don next kindred
of the holy one
died like my homie
did at thirty three and a half
Picture me dyin'?
for a world that never
carried about my ***
now these ******* coming fast
flash of my past
but im back to put them on they ***
check my gun blast
to this ***** name "militant returns"
now ya soul burned  body stunned
by my lyrics spittin'
like bullets lock n loaded
explode it
through ya brain cells
i see you aint livn' well
ya see should haven't made enemies with me

ya punk *****


livin in this life
of sin from begin
to the very end
will the father lord
let me in?
casted as a plant
but my roots grew up a ***** up
now im makin' rants
for my childish antics
never panic while i bust at politics
once my pistols hit
ya melon aint no
tellin' or jailin'
me in this penitentiary
i was born rugged
and ill die rugged
life is raw so **** it
gotta set black forts
for the crooked courts
feedin' my thoughts
esoteric knowledge
soon ill be a corpse
for exposing so much
secrecy to all my
known enemies
triple teamin me
it dont matter
the more they come
they more i dump
sendin- bombs like Trump
nah i mean transform on the scene
never puff bio green
coming wicked across yo screen
**** this dream for cream
DC white house i know ya fear me
but shouldn't have made
enemies with mehh

“life shouldn't exist before 10 am”

I muffle this in my pillow
Like a muted microphone,
Cussing out poetry lines,
Frustrated that I have to get up for work.
My eyes crank open to the optimistic sun
In the most unoptimistic way.
Watery and red,
I glance around the room
To find someone to blame,
However all I can find
Os this alarm clock,
Flashing it's lights at me.
That says 6:15,
But I feels like it's nap time for me,
I curl up in bed.

Wait!
The needy child called my job
Is slinking around my wrist
Giving me the urge to be adult like.
Mehh whyyya
Can't I be like the nerds
We make fun of
Who live in basements
And get a home cooked meal every night.
I lift my head up to hear the excuses my head Is making.
“you got student loans remember?
That and….
Car payments
Rent
Utilities?”

Alas, the battle that arouses
Between the trenches in my skull ends,
All of the smoke leaves my head
And pours into the coffee I'll drink.
Left and right side of my brain stop fighting
As I march on to work,
Doing the same thing
Everyone else is doing on this day
And my battle of waking up ends
Before it can rest on it.