Millennial Growing Painz

Trauma nickle-plated. Having dinner while elated with an appetite for the ages. Apple seeds planted by John Doe's who handed Life's answers to us kids paving, The way to destruction, Are eaten in vain and, Never is there an apology behind the way they're behaving. Ignorance is bliss when you're full of pain in, A... Continue Reading →

Boyz In The Hood

Sleep. Not a state where our bodies are inert, But, More so a way for us to know more than the 'curb'... And, Kids like me? Usually sleep walk through a Street life so prevalent in the lives of the Urban. Sifting through so many messages as they go on a search with, Fully loaded... Continue Reading →

Veilz Of Smoke

Look at him. Smooth, Cool. Mouth full of cigarettes... Look at him. Holding his daughter's hand, Face full of smoke, Sprinkled in ash... Look at him. Smiling while styling, Profiling. And buying in the thousands! Many, Many, Many packs for all the stress that's piling, On his shoulders... But, What about his daughter? Coughing from... Continue Reading →

Adjustin’ My Glassez

I want to give a hug or two, But, It's hard for me. Sometimes, All I can think about is how to clog my arteries. So much food for thought while I commit Arseny. On different bits of paper away from those I keep far from me! God forbid they get burnt by the lighters... Continue Reading →

Diamondz Buried Under Drugz

Picture waking up. To the sounds of a man baking a, Pot full of something bubbling all the way to the top. With ears innocent from anything that sounds like someone making drugs... Witnessing your neighbor forcing down a line of cocaine just, To get through the day... Like, "Fuck it! I will share this... Continue Reading →

Ordinary Life

What am I doing? Will I die? When I put in view, A suicide, I have thought through, So many times... Waking up to go out and buy, A 40oz, Some Mary Jane for a quick high, It's all I want... It's all I want... It's all I want... A motion on, Repeat, Till I... Continue Reading →

’92, A Monster Was Born…

Repeatitive babble. Rattlesnakes slither and bite through flesh that isnt mine, For I, was not the creator of my own life... One morning I awoke. My eyes poked holes into realities I wish stayed dead, On the same bed, Where my dreams lay, It seems. Where anger steams and blows marijuana smoke while boat loads... Continue Reading →

Praying In The Fires Of Hell

As I pray internally, Reciting words refurbishing a soul lacerated by excursions destroying an entire universe, God is there waiting for my palms to open. From a fist formed by my former disdain for atonement. To receive blessings he has continuously shown in, The visions I rid in each cup of alcohol poured with my... Continue Reading →

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