The Host

“Come on baby,
Let me in!”

“Come on baby,
Let me in!…”

Is all she says to me while I’m shouting,
“Let me live!”
“Let me live!”
So exhausted!
From repeating myself…

Yet,
She still gets the invite into a Hell,
We manifest together when we burn…

Wrapped up together.
What else do I need besides a drink I have tethered,
In my palms,
While I’m writing down these letters,
She would never even read…
Improving myself for her,
Even if I am not a sight to see…

This crisis we,
Dance through with a hit of weed,
Just seems to be a circus we circle right around with happy feet.
I am not trying waltz back into a life with thee,
Demons protruding through my soul while biting me,
Until I’m fighting heaps of blood from dripping out from inside of me…

How will I survive?
Within a shady enterprise,
Looking for an extra dollar sign,
Just to suffice!
The hunger eating me alive…

*Puffs in & out smoke slowly*

Blowing smoke into the sky,
For some peace in mind.
Fully loaded barrels?
The image resting in my eyes…
Never been the player type,
Never been a game…
You will not find me in a club at night,
Maybe in a grave.
After I disintergrate all the Soul left in a body with the 40oz next to my diinner plate…
In a room where I demonstrate,
To all the demons that i’m setting straight.
How they can’t break a Golden Child shining inside of any Darkness God sends my way.
A trail of dead Emcees who can attest to the tests I have passed as the renegade,
In a class of his Own on bored to outline anyone in chalk and stomp away!…

Accept for her…
No matter the amount of hurt…
So,
I let her back in every time,
When I roll a blunt,
And let her burn…