Friday, February 25, 2011

Unt. 18

It's the death of a heart and a start of a stretch, not to many parts can be easily kept.. I'm talkin', past regrets and a whole lot of frets, when the girl you're with is not even impressed.. I say, fvck it, down goes the motto.. It takes a bitch to meet a dick, watch how you wallow.. I've been multiple heart broken and got multiple tomorrows, the choice is clear, art spoken and there are no.. No fallin' again, as far as I know.. I'm down though, up on my game to get passed grounds, yo.. Terms, ya dig, lay 'em out touch base even if it's profound.. Oh.. well, hell.. Sh!t

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

BB

Game's not wrapped, I picked up where I left on the low in the back. Streets ain't sane, your baby momma probably done more DOEs than a court petition order with some un-listed names. Work not done, shit don't expire for the time you put out son. Mr. Kahr Nine fine, you've escaped deportation if it wasn't for the 'crime.' Next up jackers, point blank maskers, I come equipped with the loot sittin' giddy in the next state transferred. Thief me once, shame on you, jack me twice, imma laugh by rights. Got that kite? You see, don't let the unexpected fool you, if you expectin', bitch Imma school you. Talk about spitta's rat they own out, boastin' ain't nothin' to put your hopes in the cloud.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Unt. 17

My desire, my passion is for one girl I'm askin'.. Her allure is fashion, body contours to the flashin'.. lights, when it actions! She wears her attraction way too fine, one fraction.. The other part is devine, piece of mind, straight satisfaction.. She's blessed all around, models best knockin' all down, no contest supa profound.. Not obsessed, she's a dog hound, got every male shootin' shots for tha rebound.. She's a beast in the arts, got the talent and the heart to keep it breezin', dope.pound.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Unt. 16

Got charges from 10 years ago that don't match the scenario, it's been dismissed but I've got a burial.. resurrected. Just checked it and it doesn't add up, seems suspect.. Been played by the P.D., head slammed on the hood, from what I'm recollectin'.. I may have had a guilty conscience, but that don't make me a filthy convict.. You suckas just need the conflict, con shit up, with that busted legal fluff.. Enough of the same, rotatin' pain to turn around and explain that life is too fucking tough..

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Unt. 15

Dear other half, I've misplaced my looking glass, no more searching, been done with the very last.. Problem solved, no more head throb b.s., heart robbed and redressed with anotha one, needless.. To say I've regressed, I'm feelin' better, bleed less.. I'm open to find you, if you love letters, I rhyme blues.. Can I design clues, drop lines by the time scoop, epitomize every word that can shine through.. This may be out of mind, out of sight, but if it finds truth, the least I can say is that I've tried boo..

Monday, February 14, 2011

Unt. 14

Roses are red, violets are fvcking royal, the heart can spread, as long as she's loyal.. To what degree would you cap off the joyful.. Just cause the past can sting, it foils.. When you think you've felt enough, it's spoiled.. Guard is up, no one, no trust.. It's time to let go, and erupt what has sucked.. Fvck the pain and the memory, the half-assed attempts at loving allegedly.. All gain, old melody, you've got the brains to keep it bold so effortlessly.. Why refrain, go effin' seize, the next best thang, I'm told it's free.. Love , B, it's just Love see..

Unt. 13

You ask 'why' no flowers, did you ever consider to think, you live by the hour... A new day, new life met gets you a little louder.. Just a tweet away to keep your mom feelin' prouder.. It's up to you to know what you want, not showered.. With love, boo, you choose who's in power.. The upkeep to stay relevant is in the now or, should you contemplate the what, when and downpour.. When it rains, are you with just another man whore, or is he a key body to ease up a bad sore.. You speak of true love that was nonexistant, I'm that bored, but my deep fried blues baby, I'm bankin' on that scoreboard.. Tally up, I write on the cusp to keep my point unscuffed.. Untouchable is what you are, no need to keep a bluff.. Until you prove to yourself that there aren't many fvcks..

Monday, February 7, 2011

Unt. 12

I'm partial to the pick-me-ups, she gives me what I need, no fvcks.. Suckas know need no trust, they dangerous like a miscalculated screech, go bust.. Rats can keep foulin', I've packed, no heat, new town in.. The trap was too deep, I'm loungin'.. Congested, fvck probs I'm two-steppin', I've reaped, no scroungin'.. Mini McMansion, I sleep, no prancin' to the streets I'm allowed in.. Fvck dancin', Imma shuffle to the beat, that's astounding.. Can't get enough, hell-bent on the path to get me up that's drownin'.. I'm up on my down end, Long Beach bred will keep this face from frownin'..

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Unt. 11

All those of who've assumed, can't even get it right cause they've gawked it soon, to discover it was all consumed, right, I can give it straight like op for's doom... See I know news, can travel faster than a mocked up room, locked up who? It's containment now, my prop for you... I got you now, what was it that you've asked for pal, is it dirt to keep a hurt on life you twirk, or the fact I got the last laughing burst... Joker's wild, don't even question the what, when, wow.. Did he really just pack a smile, hahahaha, what doesn't work won't get me down.. You of all people, shouldn't even care for how, brewin' up a hate with your fateless trait n style..

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Unt. 10

I want to flash back to the motive of how and why it got to the 'Oh, this', a man's lack of the notice may just be a way to serve up a cold dis', I can't retract what I've known then, instead I crash before you, forward send... Upon reading this, you get my lens? As you can see, I can't pretend... You can act like you focused, but really, can you pass up a hopeless.. romantic cutter in the dopeness, that is, game to you boo, and your guess. Why is it you are and I am it, caught up from afar, your handle, my spit. Come time that is now the Oh in question is how? This may be the answer, in secrecy, my cancer...