Late Pass For The Bed Sheetz

Sunlight beaming from the most high. Leaves dance against the wind with nonchalant strides. Grass fields cover all of Earth's blemishes while being stomped by soles of a lost mind. And I, Have no other choice but to soak it in. Wearing a smile while I mold visions of peace, Flowing with some ink, Loading... Continue Reading →

Devils Perched On A Tree Branch

Up early in the morning, Mourning over past stories I'd wish to rewrite, I float across wrongs, Lies, And classifieds that leak from the corners of my eyes... Sinking further into my emotions I go. Whether wrong or right, I drown in dirty waters keeping skeletons in my closet afloat... And I find that, Dirty... Continue Reading →

Bronx Bred

Raised in the home of Hip Hop, Mind flows in rhythm, Instilling feelings, dispositions catering to healing. What else was left for a kid dealing with no home? Instead of staying in an Avenue that would've made the inner depths of our soil, My home?...

Chamberz Of Pain

A stage, Is not a stage, But, A chamber of healing. I've bled. Lost my sense of hearing momentarily, As my voice box felt like it was coming to a close. All to pour out a tsunami that seemed virtually endless from the inner depths of my bleeding heart. But, One thing is for sure.... Continue Reading →

Beautiful Obscurity

How obscure it is, How I tremble at the thought of being around the presence of many, Yet, Set out to be around just that. Plethoras of fears take over my thoughts. Like, Going blank, Having nothing to say. But, Even then, It's the only way I can love when darkness rises... Still. I'm prompted... Continue Reading →

Cocaine Dreamz

Cocaine dreams. 138th and cypress ave. Where I learned my numbers, Colors and alphabets. MS-13s, Bloods Crips, Blues, Red... A bull, I was turned into. By minority tendencies. It's all I saw growing up, Only had I to fend for me... In the streets... Of NYC... Can't be taken out, Deceased, Ceased by the gun,... Continue Reading →

Rebel Without A Cause

On mornings where my fingers can't paint a picture, I refer to what my dreams and nightmares have to offer. Especially during times where my heart doesn't seem to become any softer... Regardless, I foster my confidence as a prophet in a city where devils run the scene, While rebels act with cameras in hand... 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 →

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