I hate the way you hold cigarettes
and how you never drunk text me
at 3am. I want to be the person you
think of when a sloppy drunkard
is kissing you at a bar. His breath
rank with stale stogies, light beer,
and cheap whiskey. He uses way too
much tongue and swears his ****
won’t fit in a ******. He couldn’t
spell ******* and even if he uses
his fingers, it’s not enough to make you
***. I hate bad lovers and that’s all
I imagine you with. Dudes who say
“wanna play just the tip?” and other
lame *** **** because nobody ever
told them “ladies first” and you have
to stimulate the ****.

I am a glimpse just a glimmer of who I once was
See, that shine don't shimmer through already rust
I cut my life open and glisten as sharp as blade saws
Hear me rhyme give listen before I fade to dust

I am a live man yet undermine the ending of life
This is a rough draft demanding a polished ending of time
Taste the blood, sweat, and tears I've poured into my cup
Feel, my gut, wrecked with fears, swore I'd never give up

I have spent too much time neglecting.. scribbling out ****
Save one last cent? Nah.. Spend it on stogies, zips, I'm broke
Why would I spend more of life reflecting sipping some..
Safe with past tense? Nah.. Share it wit chicks clicks and joke

I'm spitting fire on the mic like a Charizard
Metapod ain't got **** on Magikarp, still splash had no effect
the struggle is real and at the end of the match
i go hard i go large
i level up and take charge

if you wanna talk with me
conversation can be cold & chilly
My rhymes are unfair and offensive
JustIce for the presidential election
I'm a rogue with lyrical skills
I'm a guard can't pay the bills
I smoke I feel get real then go heal
people kneel at my feet cause I work deals and feed the weak
welcome to the flames with reality from chameleon cheek
This aint a ******* charity Im a rarity
A master couldn't capture me

I'll try persuasive
Make you rage with
Word course abrasive
Watching windows for the 5-0
Someone shut the ******* door
Been losing keno with the roaches
Ain't no dough from west side casinos

Get it? Good. Lucky like a four leaf clover
Eyes, keep em up... nevermore a pushover
Holding down the spot, grateful for Family

and holla at my friends
keep your chin up til' the end
chosen family was as good as you were getting
til' you met me? letting is a trend I'm setting

Spies, ***** em out... whoever
Holding up the spot, smokin on my ***
If lock up starts a'callin, don't start ballin
wrap it up and clear the hall to heaven

Simplistic living in this ***** hovel talkin 813 crap
Living stupid in this hole they call the ****** trap
Glendale's where I hail from,
AZ's got no compare, duh
There are demons lurking 'neath my hair
to be alive is to be SCARED?

I'm used to gettin *****'s wet, ***** full of honey dough
Talking bout some ditch, not the keeper girl though!
Guess what i've been told? my abdomen'll get tha shiv
no bloodstains on the carpet, thats how im tryna live

Drop and plop to the floor now the spot is hot
whole city in a shady spot and if you stuntin all a robot
snoopin down the block are some spooky piggy cops
truth in all these rhymes aint loosey goosey word slop

head spinnin know ill never win at wife
truth hits yeah it's ruthless call myself a trophy right
bubble butts and puddle ***** that's all the brothaz really want
treat keeper girl with money flow, make lemonade with sour hos

This is song from me, hey dear
You are the reason I give more *****
go ahead put up a listening ear
Yeah, I'm a dog whoofin at the ducks
She said he needs a reason to stay
he just wants her to understand him
Feel right about the past and feelin
what ever is the reason?
Tell me to stick around?
Whenever i do i just feel down and out
But i never forgot who this is all about

im a long ways from home
never pickin up the phone
people keep calling and calling
but i just want to be alone

you're lots stronger than i
you ain't well and healing?
i will surely try
to give you a get well feeling
so i wrote this lullaby

When I smell nicotine
I think of her,
and I think it's kind
of funny her nickname's
Nikki.

Men thought of her
as half smoked stogies
they can get a buzz from
and just flick away.
Her mind set was,
if they decided to abuse
her, hey, it's not her
that's gonna end up getting
lung cancer.

But really I shouldn't be comparing
this woman to cigarettes.
She's more exotic than any
American spirit or
no. 27 that you could find.
She's straight, she swears
but she ground her hips
against mine just as fine
as she grinds her ****.
My lips were attached to her neck
and when we switched spots
she laughed as my moans echoed out
the open window.

Now this woman. She has the highest
level of confidence
or self-esteem I have ever seen.
But she could shrink her
waist in a week
if someone commented
on how skinny I was.
She's had her body held in a cage,
but they couldn't tame her.
She's not afraid of anything.
Not with her chinked eyes,
or methed out shake,
I don't think you can intimidate
someone after they've had
a gun held to their face.

She deserves so much more
then she has been giving herself.
So when I smell nicotine I try to place
the memories of the flavor in my mouth
on us trying to cover up the **** smell.
Her memory shouldn't be brought up
by the smell of a cancer stick.
But then again,
She's just as deadly as one.

When you could be the start
And she could be the end
When I could be the mark
And this could be the scar

When she becomes to far 
And you become to close
Tomorrow never comes
Watch our hands fall apart

Where you would be the one
And she would be the done
Where I would be the sun
I'd make you shine on

So don't pretend 
On the things that depend 
On the things that weren't said
Just one more caress

If I was the grass you can be the flower
Id love you til the end til the very last hour
I hope these moments will last all of forever
Every time a pedal falls I'd put it back together
 
So I shoot you with the tip of my pistol 
I repeated the crime and I won't even miss her
I read her life including all of her faults 
Like the saddest and most beautiful braille book
Moments like these always come free
you grab the stogies and I grab the coffee 
You gleam like the moon and eyes like the stars
Let's join hands instead of it breaking apart

Hobo on the rail
stogies and fortified wine
his only lifeline

                 Kelly McManus