"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Double barrel glocks, Propped, Under a pillow where he dreams of another shot... Shot, Shots! All over his mind from the minute that he wakes, To the minute that he drops... Number one gangsta' on his block! A top notch learning curve for pitching a rock. Dealing a heavy stock of Death for a fiend... Continue Reading →
Better get this money, Some honeys, Guns for you to start bucking, Everybody hating by the hundreds... A motto, Many live by. Won't swallow their pride, Trying to get by. Sly! Packing a hollow, For anyone solid without an eye for a model, Nor a bottle... "I'm high!..." All over their mind, When I wouldn't... Continue Reading →
Sobriety is weird. Hard to get used to after years with a desk stacked with beers and liquor, Anytime a tear raced down the corners of my eyes. I can see why many lie in fear when our feelings storm around inside. Clearer than before, Now that all the rain on my side stopped pouring... Continue Reading →
Definition of a Hustler: An enterprising person determined to succeed. A swindler using fraudulent methods to earn money. An expert gambler seeking challenges through the unsuspecting for? You guessed it, More money. Or, Simply, A prostitute with all eyes on some rich honey... Some days, I get confused about how I write and wonder if... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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