Shhhhhhhhhh

The lake relaxes
The talkaDrug war plotter
Staying off the blotter

Wasted

Felt like it
Was
Wasted.
Turkey.
Chicken head
Basted.
If it
Wasnt
For
The
Fact
That
Knowledge
Knowledges
Knowledge
I'd be
Trying
To get that
Time back.
But
Now
That I know
I can properly
Allocate
Account
Bucket it
Fucking
It
Is
Did.

CLOSED

NOT DA
ENDING
I
EXPECTED
BUT IT ENDED
NONE THE LESS
A WEIGHT
A GUILT
A SECRET
KEPT
FOR NOTHING
CUS IT
HAS ALWAYS
BEEN
IN
MY
HEAD.

Looking

Crazy
Moving
Grooving
And I sit
Not much to say
Cus my shit
Is a hot
Or miss
Depend
On
What u looking for
Me?
Looking
For the
Perfect
Beat.

Friday Elote

Minah buyin elotes
For her and D
Me I'm chilling
Cus I think
Them corns is dirty
Soakin in hot water
Who knows where it's from

Mom Dukes

Mom Dukes
Is a micro
Manager
So full of Love
The fam
Can't be mad at her
C so much of me
The
Micro
Manager
Guts never settle
Cant find no peace
In a macro world
Finding devils
Cus I'm detailing

Subsurface 2011

Had a blast.

Gotta Ap

Brand new Ap
See how it acts
Rather behaves
Journalling
Free the slave
Minded thoughts
Fought and continue
To fight
Cus it ain't right

We struggle
To paint walls
What should be
Second nature
Is a chore
And superimposed
With yesterday's baggage
And today's habits

Randomness

go ahead bro.

twinkle

twitter

linger

glitter

lounger

flashing

lights

purging

last night

so that's the shit

another pick

it's a hit

what u spit

that's ur click

counter

fit

wrong size

CANT SLEEP

CANT SLEEP.

THIS EVENING SHIFT

GOT MY CLOCK RUNNING FAST,

OR IS IT SLOW.

I DON'T KNOW

CUS

I CAN'T SLEEP.

CAN'T BUMP THE RADIO

CUS' THE FAMILY'S SLEEP.

ALREADY WALKED THE DOGS

DOWN TOO QUIET STREETS.

Freestyle 7_5_11

PIECE IT TOGETHER

FROM FRAGMENTS

OF WHAT

WAS AN EXPERIENCE

I AM SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER

I DONT RE-COLLECT.

THOUGHTS MORPH INTO

A STATE

OF BEING

THAT'S NEITHER THEN OR NOW

IT JUST IS

SO I USED TO WEAR WHAT

AND DO WHAT

SO WHAT

HISTORY IS

HIS STORY

FOR ME IT WAS

A CONTEMPORARY

APPLICATION

OF SYNCING FREQUENCIES

THROUGH CONTEMPORARY

PATTERNS

CALL IT FASHION

CALL IT STYLE

CALL IT OLD SCHOOL

CALL IT NOW

PEACE TO THE GODS

AND EARTHS.

FREESTYLE

PAST A BLUR

LIKE FAKE FUR

HOT PLASTIC

LACKING

NATURAL SCENTS

THE PRESENT

A CLOUD

RIGHT HERE

RIGHT NOW

CANT QUIET

THE NOISE

SO WHY HANG OUT

WITH

THE BOYS

THE CHATTER

IS BLABBER

FATTENING

STRAIGHT LARD

HEART ATTACK

SO I STEP BACK

GATHER THOUGHTS

N PRAISE GOD

FOR ANOTHER CHANCE

I'M ALIVE!