Friday, April 29, 2011

Unt. 20

Say what, I'm back on my grind. I left a cold front without keepin' track of the time. As the clock keeps spinnin' I get a knack for the course of the mind. Of course there's more source for the lines. Facin' no remorse, dustin' the bad off, left behind. Turnin' my left cheek, you are what you seek, I'm fine. A neighborhood one sealer, had my time with the known force, done dealed her. More coarse than a brand of reds, corpse stealer. Port polish, boat reeler. Gettin' caught up in the day to day court fees ughh. I'll be the one to row forth, conceal nerves. I'm battlin' an old me, dodgin' a fast one for the curve.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Unt. 19

"you ain't welcome to my world, bitch, fvck you" like tip said, no one ahead, I stuck you in with the out, I begin with the in-tro cussed you.. what you gonna do, I began with a knife, it's a must boo, recant to the life I thought I would chant to the strife flu.. same stance on the lite, in subject of what I might, take chance, in spite foo's.. who just don't get it, not with it, outta line not with the sight, pack looks no cause, with the plight no books, just shoes.. To dance off here's a tip, blue's clues.. You can't wrap swag, feelin' a half hustla's drag, eyes sag but you hollow, no soul from tha street beyond bottles, chuggin' at an empty void, so swallow.. Sheepish as they come, all follow.. No substance, so watch it how you wallow..

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..