The way that I know, you're knowing me.
Was the older me.
That old is over, see.
There's a few mistakes god needs to oversee.
I’ve done such bogus things.
I repent in the words of my poetry.
Refocusing.
The direction of a reflected
soulless me.
Misguided and couldn't hide it,
I wasn't fighting,
the vices holding me,
back
and whats sad is that these manic laughs,
as ecstatic as they come,
stem from the fact
that I'm feeling like crap
sad sap, too fast to play dumb
sad-sack ,
trapped rat
thats numb to the things that once would make me run.
Rock bottoms not a problem for my partna
who’s drug drama and habits are this fun.
These rhymes that I've designed inside my witty mind
redefine what is brand new.
The reflection of perfection,
the best is my profession,
and the rest belongs to you.
The professors teaching lessons,
of transgression in repressive,
unimpressive
back road routes
perspective is subjective but
effective in selection
and reflection of the truth.

Truth.

Why are you packing?
Are we moving again?
What am I going to do? I just made new friends
Okay so were aren’t moving then a family vacation?
The school year just started we can’t miss that many days dude
So you’re going this trip alone?
How that sound partna?
Stop joking around and you better unpack that playstation
He didn’t have a car so he must have took the train station

I was seven years old with no clue what divorce was
But even now while I’m 20 I still feel what divorce does

I wish I was there when he was getting ready to leave but he left before anyone came home
Even though it was my mom and my two older brothers and me he left us all alone

I’m asking my mom where did he go when is he coming back?
It had to **** her daily hearing me ask that

Where did he go?

Was it something I did wrong?
Is he still alive or are we the ones dead to him?

I never got any answers
I figured it was because I was six years old
But no one ever got answers

Jordan was attached to his hip he had to have told him something … Nah?

Ok Dallas his first born my oldest brother it has to be in his birth right to some information like this … Negative !

Now definitely my mom is older than him she should know something or saw it coming but she thought she would have too

One beyond selfish person destroyed a pretty cool family of five

And I thought everything was fine

Until about five and that after school program couldn’t keep this little kid from missing his dad only to realize that anticipation will only leave you sad

Only to forget that rule a few years later every time he said he was picking me and my brothers up and never seem to have stopped by my house to let us in the car

It’s not like we ever moved so I know he has the address

He tried to teach my brothers and I karate he taught us how to block “every single blow”

I’m still waiting for the lesson to block the devastating blow to the heart that he delivered  

I want my lesson where did you go?

givin' a shout out
to all the young fellas
chasin' cheddar
hands on the berrata
cuz im go getter
like my hoes wetter
than the average twist .  cabbage
born a savage ill die a savage
these are just
the tales from the hood g
outkast built in me
no phonies on my block
we all had to knock
a hustle drugs n thangs for the struggle
we got switches n dead bodies in the dit ch es
some time my minds
spins faster than helicopter
propellers
aint neva chased a yella
bone phone home
soon cuz i feel the doom
sealin' my death soom
boom
there i go into another dimension
with all my past folks
blowin' smoke
sayin' jokes
we havin a good time
kick a good rhymes
feelin o so fine
drinkin' red wine
no body cant come between
my happiness
if ya know what i mean
aint no hate but i got hate
to all haters
watch me catch a gun in they pate
but thats reality
friends turn to foes i suppose
???


once upon a funky rhyme
i laid this beat so hard
it should be considered a crime
uh minds was blown
six feet deep as my spirit sinks
lower than a submarine
no radar could locate
my reality in actuality i be
silky smooth cuttin the groove
make ya wanna move
ya feet check my afro thick
with a fist pik n stick
the baddest hos with the baddest flows
cadillac music in ya trunk
so dont loose it
rhymes is choosen carefully
me and partna be
enticin girls like teddiy
pendergrass rough as a diaper rash crash
gotta make this cash
on delivery cods down for opp
opressors pimpin the poor
time to even the score sound the drums for war as i soar
in the mothership with two clips
on my nine blunt to lips
even got my girl packin
pistols n **** quick to whip
lift a fool out his frame
rick james cuz i got fire and desire
roll over ya *** like a set of tires grip the game like pliers
as i add peak to ya amfliers
who am i? Kb (killin'beats)ill be like this til they day i die
my homie and i aqueminiiiii