G.13

Imagine that, accepted as is no preconceived notions when you walkin' towards me, don't look back.. A judgmental frame is too hard to maintain, I prefer the inner half.. She has the smarts in her veins, when she barks ain't no playin', quick with it, snap snap.. Someone who loves what she does, uplifted, my drug.. Dap for dap.. May you switch up the game, let 'em know you by name, that's that.. Roses be red, violets the loyal, this art hath bled, treat you like royal.. God's gift to thee, a seekers token and joyful.. Oft-outspoken the minute she goes blue, not having to guess, we'll guzzle stress and vomit truth.. Put our cores to the test, make promises and adore our youth.. Battle each others commonality, would you bore or sight the proof..

G.12

It's been a while, but I miss when a girl smiles genuinely.. Through the fad, the truths been had transparently enough to fullproof her swag.. A thinker of such, the one you get approved from dad.. She has the heart of a queen built up from rags, the keen eyes of a seamstress, stitcher gone mad.. Tailor tilt, each and every step I gasp to, those legs n stilts complement that ass (sorry) boo.. 


Cuttin' it short, my bad...

G.11

Suppose the very blank state of mind is where the peace at, where you can dispose any and all kind, the grief naps.. Within this dream, being awake is cousin to fate, and sleeps crack.. Where big bang is a wet dream and religions fact.. How idle evolves and being on time is a trap.. Flashbacks would paint pretty pictures, having lusts beyond today would be against scriptures.. Assback.. Living for the moment and not just in, photographic memory is sin, hazmat.. Quarantine the soulless, place warranty on progress, shall it falter be pro-bless.. A paradise, where being in pairs having an equal to share with would be wise.. A stairway to vice, despair and the lies is an artform, be wary the prize..

G.10

Bizarre, my top five in life thus far, kick habits n take a stab at lit, develop a raw writ, fend off an itch with mad wit, talk shit to a piece of paper saying "You've just been Hancock'd b!tch," and be forever a learn.. Who knows, I might be leaking yearns, refill it up by being concerned, not.. Deliver incomprehensive letters to burn, rot.. Palm meet face, don't be alarmed I've sprinkled mace to add charm, envelope thee.. Jot jot.. Hallmark edition, no melody, just a sad intuition and a felony.. Oops, did you rub your eyes, I hate that shit.. My oh my..

G.8

Sometimes the only light worth searching for is the one you ignite, filled in this heartwretched world is the sight beyond a separate door.. Seeing is believing, imagining can be deceiving, yet explored.. Knowledge is King from an artist from Queens, hat tipped my dap meets yours.. Passion and dreams, a fashionable regime, worn right many have redeemed, and/or.. It's called your daily life, not kept from so and so it seems.. It's held tight with you and yours, a team.. Love the shrugs and hate the debate, from pullin' plugs for argument sake, to make up hugs and harmless 'fate'.. Wait, what.. It takes faith and guts, nevermind that, make haste. Trust.. Hellos and goodbyes, they're well owed to each other, opposite eyes.. Not fear and panic, no tears demand it, how the hell (forgive me) does one. Sigh.. It's not a question why, rather, disgust in disguise.. A discussionless vibe, like a beaming fvck-anything-less sent v wifi.. Not I, I'm from less dealing with anything expecting not one fvck to be given.. Hi.

G.7

Seldom would you abuse the past to get on point of your whereabouts, the who what and when how the story sprouts.. Gettin' drunk to drown out yesteryear, it is part of our lives to bless the sphere, push or collide we deflected fear.. For unknown reasons it was always beefin' season, death my dear.. What it was, who knows, a lack of conscience what I hear.. I can't blame those who put a lease on their life from the block, when it's up its underneath and behind, book of plots.. It remains though, a scar in your spirit, plenty of merit, were you defined or opposes.. The character comes behest of the self, I impose.. Too many wear it, they fiend for the trend when exposed.. Start to lean with it, through the lens of a dream, one of those.. But I contest, do what it means, manifest from the mold.. Express yourself as best as how've you grown..

G.4

Urban sprawlin' savannah stretches the left coast slamma, cities to Napa, dirt grit misfits holdin' heavy hammas.. Ready active, day-planners don't live for futures,  in the now-mannered.. Holdin' on to what begat the gat in the lap past standards.. Hold up G, did he see what he sought, in his face, all grammar.. Tradin' a wreckless youth for a point misconstrued, monumental momentus movement shoots off aloof, re-align the sight sorta slant at a gander.. Assimilate or walk the fate handed down purportedly managed by damage of another life, can it.. Be.. Can't stand the assumptions, out(pause), with the struggle, pout your lips and swing clout with ya hips, move your inner muscle.. That's your hustle, sink a nut from a jimmy, so subtle.. Get drinks from the weakest links, droolin' up a puddle.. Shallow as a muzzle, leet speak reeks from nothing of value, no rebuttal.. Sheepish deep in the game, so it seems, wheres the puzzle.. My tracks been laced, I just embrace and jump the huddles, lament the days that have layed waste, cement my troubles.. Gettin' bent over descent is no way to strenghthen out the rubbles..

G.3

Emotionless dark black room, depictions of a stark flat tomb, deathwish star light shooting star falls flight.. Descending arch called life, thats why we wish upon a fallen sprite, draw your breath and let hope gravitate into the night.. Murmurs of a reaper, invisible hand he goes and seek the, illest at will, departures mourn the preacher.. Times offset, the gilded shrines upset, the force of nature carries weight of severed vines who bled.. Tears drop from the heavens to wash away the dread.. Crystal clear calamity, whistle my dear unto the blasphemy, tune out the mindless insanity, and purge it back to the depths of no reality.. Carbon copy smashing atoms harkens back to snacking Adam.. Infuse your wit, the dawn looms a bit, whatever whichever, recreate your whether is it.. Did you not or are you, will it stop or how are you..