POETRY
SUGAR WATER
Two generations removed from the struggle
But still you bullshitting
No longer on Crocker Road
But you still chasing chickens
Instead of chasing dreams
For the struggle you a fiend
Light brighter than a motherfucker
But you refuse to beam
Refuse to shine
Trapped behind that slave ass mind
Ignorant to the obvious
You running out of time
Still sipping on Boones Farm
Instead of turning that sugar water into wine
Scared you gone turn to salt
If you cross that County line
Scared you gone turn to salt
If you cross that County line
FERTILIZER
Southern trees bare strange fruit
Rotten from the inside out
Casualties of false realities
Nurtured in fear and self loathing
One by one they fall
Bitter and bludgeoned
For the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree
LIFE BOX
I want my money back
Nobody told me it was broken
There aint no sign up
No piece of tape across the coin slot
No nothing
Why didn’t you say something?
You watched me put my quarter in there
You aint open your mouth
It must have taken your money too?
RUNAWAY
They got the heat on in the house but I’m outside in the cold
Last slave left on the auctioning block
Master decided he gone keep me after everybody else been sold
So now I’m a field nigger, a house nigger
Overseer and Uncle Tom, Master love me best
He fuck me then say he love me
So I guess you can call me his mistress
They got the heat on in the house but I’m outside in the cold
Last slave left on the auctioning block
Master decided he gone keep me after everybody else been sold
Guess I’m gone have to runaway
TALKING SHIT
Either you in or you out
You not gone be going back and forth
Close that damn door you letting flies in
Shit…
You not gone be running round in here neither, you hear me?
You gone get somewhere and sit your ass down
Sit your ass down
Shit…
I don’t know what time your momma coming to get you?
Don’t ask me again
Round here running my damn pressure up
Damn it…
She didn’t feed you before she brung you?
I’m not about to cook nothing
There some light bread in there, fix it your self
Hell…
All my children grown I don’t have to put up with this…
I love you too baby
Hug my neck before you go
When you coming to see grandma again?
YOU GOT IT
I’m gone smile like Denzel in Malcolm-X when they come for me
Sick of trying to be the head nigger in charge, you got it
I don’t wanna be the H.N.I.C.
I just wanna be free…
Is that too much to ask, not to be down to my last for once
Go pass go without having to go straight to jail
Sleep at night like normal folks and stop pretending I’m well
When I ‘aint…
Momma proclaimed me highly favored but I hardly feel loved
Don’t know the last time I actually “felt” a hug
Shrug…
Feeling like a kid caught in the act ‘cause “I don’t even know”
How the hell I’m supposed to feel, when my heart bled out a long time ago
Slow leak steady seeping since ’97
Can’t say this what I bargained for or even close to what I wanted
God asked me if I was mad, I said ‘naw I’m just disappointed
Told me I’m destined to walk through the wilderness like Moses
See from atop the mountain like King
But I may not get there with you?
Still just another deer thirsting for water at the stream
Guess I’m selfish for feeling my life should mean, something to me
Other than a friend, a lover, or a shat on baby brother
A father/uncle, a Sunday school lesson, bragging rights for my mother…
I’m gone smile like Denzel in Malcolm-X when they come for me
Sick of trying to be the head nigger in charge, you got it
I don’t wanna be the H.N.I.C.
I just wanna be free…
POETIC POTION
His mental matriculations seduced me
My train of thought lost in his mind
Slowly he penetrated my cerebral
As his tranquil tones transcended time
He gave birth to rhythm
His lips kissed creativity
Overwhelmed by his presence
My world engulfed in his reality
I tried to grasp his catastrophic concepts
As I plummeted, an abyss of emotion
Possessed by passion he proceeded to travel
Into the very depths of a metaphoric ocean
Enticed by his intensity
Devastated by his devotion
I consumed of his essence
I drank of his poetic potion
And damn that shit was good!
GROWING PAIN
Inundated and mis-uneducated
Build a bravado generation
Quick to regurgitate and emulate
Without knowing the motivation
Nor understanding the how, what came to be
Just hell bent on finding a means of meaning something
Anything is better than being a we
Fu-gee-la la la ringing in your muted ears
Probably never heard of Carter G
Knowledge, something you Google not gain
No first person story
So you let K-Dot explain
Refrain
I often do, to contain my distain
Rather than chastise, exhale, I seek to explain
Same topic, same discussion and conclusion
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
That boys will forever be boys
When dey convinced dey already is a Man’e
WALK OF FAME
Thought outside the box and got boxed in
Dreamt I’d see my life in lights…
Live and in living color
But got out foxed when…
I chose my soul, over a goal
Integrity over celebrity
Pissed off
Rather than pissed on
Money the motivation, true
But legacy the mission
The treasure I sought
The water I thirsted
To wipe the bitterness of the drought
Out my mouth…
All men are created equal
Given the same chances
Via varied happenstances
The near sighted
Bifocal-ed point of view of the few
Who’ve amassed enough to divvy penances
And reparations
Back to the brown backs that shouldered nations
But only if you ask nicely…
Thought outside the box and got boxed in
Dreamt I’d see my life in lights…
Live and in living color
But got out foxed when…
I chose my soul, over a goal
Integrity over celebrity
Pissed off
Rather than pissed on
Money the motivation, true
But legacy the mission
The treasure I sought
The water I thirsted
To wipe the bitterness of the drought
Out my mouth….