Freewrite #35: Will Be Saved, Someday.

Who knows why I’m typing all of these letters down this exact moment. All that’s known by a heart caved in by deceit and endless hits of weed smoke is, that it doesn’t want to die, even if it seems to reach a flatline closer as the days pass by… And, Goku along with poetry... Continue Reading →

The Kinda Pain That Stickz

Biggest mistake you can ever make is keeping yourself shrouded by others who mar your existence with stigmas they internally placed on themselves.And,I’ve kept myself within that circle of misery for too long as a Bronx boy so used to poverty of all kinds.Whether it’s bucket-loads of mental trauma or an stomach empty of golden... Continue Reading →

The Hustle

Cocaine dreams.138th and cypress Ave.Where I learned my numbers,Colors and alphabets.MS-13s,BloodsCrips,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,Played by the one,Hollow tip out to pierce an empty soul.How ironic would that be? But,I just... Continue Reading →

Scattered Brainz

Thoughts scattered all around the place, Puzzled. Pieces of my freedom spread out on a sidewalk while thrashed on a curb. My weary feet soaking in the sting from hot concrete after a day's exhaustion from work... A place to sleep? Now, Lies within a dream. From the lies that were on repeat. From those... Continue Reading →

Raw

Rolling up out of bed, And, Smoking up lots of piff! I've been, Higher than ever, Lowered in pressure. Saving these lectures, For the kids looking around for some guidance... Until then, I'm hiding. Writing a vibe! A lyrical prowess undenied, Unrefined. Just, Raw in nature. Lines on paper that'll glue you to the stories... Continue Reading →

Both Can Fall Off The Seesaw

I don't want to be democratic.Nor a conservative.Rather get back at it with another rhythm while I feel murderous...You've heard of it!Already.A child from the ghetto trying to rock steady.Break away from a neighborhood full of guns & rocks,Setting in the outer surface of my character while I dance with the Devil...On most nights,I wrestle... 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 →

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 →

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