All them likes, media fame & street cred
Behind closed doors he’s a deadbeat to his 3 kids
A weak man,
Far less than I see where there’s a mirror to peak in
But every weekend, he’s the street’s friend
cherish the moments
heretics have avoided
Guess at this point, I sort of built up a tolerance
seems that the only thing these niggas built up lately is followers
Pardon, bruh, I’ll try to meet you between proper use & ebonics
seems that the only thing some people built up lately is followers…
Speaking generally as a topic
more specifically these awful ass, terrible fathers
the one that hasn’t seen his son since he was still in diapers
Y’all are like zombies, literally deadbeats
Old post I felt needed some more shine
The Closet in my head, I never use it anymore.
For I fear what may pop out if I should open up the door.
Full of things I had no space for, some I hoped I could just hide.
I’m afraid of what will happen, when there’s no more room inside.
I thought that I could forget them, if they all were out of sight.
Out of mind lost in the darkness since The Closet has no light.
But now recently, things thought to be put up have shown their face.
As I feared, the items inside must no longer know their place.
This is not what I had planned, to have to deal with them again.
All the problems of a wicked past, again must I contend?
It is clear there must be action, what I did before has failed.
The Closet must become a coffin, its contents hammered and nailed.
The Closet in my head’s still there, though not used anymore.
And it doesn’t linger…
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Her attention doesn’t come cheap, if you were expecting it easy. But not just the time itself, the qualifying requirements. Yeah you got your Masters but what’s up with that PhD? You bought a 4.0? Better get your change up.
She used to date this one nigga, he stayed in the streets heavy. Quarter pounders at a time, he used to keep a Big Mac. Til police kicked the door in, they shut down the whole trap. I think she was still in school then and had to deal with all that shit.
The years are starting to get to her. The physical blessings turn into curses cuz we slick stressed for time. Not everyone just wants to use you, must be hard to be fine. But do you really wanna say you lost your money and mind?
Just a matter of time before she falls back on me. But I don’t get the perks because she thinks I struggle with money. I have to listen to her stories, I roll up as she whines. And now, this once so pretty penny’s starting to lose all its shine.
Inspired by The Daily Post – Daily Prompt: Shine
Today is my 27th birthday…
27 is the perfect cube.
At 27 though, still, I am not the perfect dude.
I have flaws and at times, I feel lost.
My eyes glossed
All those joints that I’ve rolled
Cause reflection of tolls
of last breaths from some artists I know.
Morrison, Hendrix are VIP members
I’ll stay out if I make it past this next December
Winehouse celebrations, threaten life as I know
The rains of nirvana, Cobain, they fall slow
We’ll sip slow
be no more
for this is one age I can’t wait to see go.
Animosity has moved where admiration once lived
A warm shoulder to lean upon
a cold one returned in gratitude
A fledgling associate, your value now lacks
yet a sliver of hope remains still
Admission of feelings
caused tension to grow
a distorted collection of sentiment
resting in its place.
Inspired by The Daily Post – Daily Prompt: Unseen
This is from something I’ve been working on outside of my random thoughts/expression I post of The Modern Medici. This is a bit more personal to me. The work is called “Side Jaunts” and I chose that name for two specific reasons. The 1st being that the entire piece is basically a series of short journeys taken for pleasure or, jaunts. The 2nd reason I chose the name is because a side jaunt is a woman whom your significant other does not know about. Here’s a three paragraph excerpt… Enjoy!
9:45PM on a midsummer night expedition, cruising through the blurred lights of city intersections, when the phone rang. “Where you at Jay?” the caller’s voice reverberated through the Bluetooth car speakers. It was Robin, an attractive, young woman Jay had recently began seeing. They weren’t an official item yet, just fucking, but each day they grew closer to one another. “Dropping something off right now, what’s up?” Jay replied, rounding the street corner to his destination. Robin sighed, “Ugh, I wanted to see you later. How long will you be?” Jay reached into the backseat for his backpack, before answering. “Not long. I’ll hit you up when I’m free, but I gotta go now” he said. Before getting out, he unzipped the bag to examine the contents and retrieve an item. Without another word from Robin, the call was disconnected and Jay exited his vehicle.
Jay stepped onto the narrow sidewalk, lined by rows of apartment housing. Across the path and into the courtyard he traveled, followed by the onlooking eyes of residents. Jay reached into his pocket and sent a text “Omw. Walking up now.” He walked up a few steps, onto the porch and knocked at the door. No one answered as he slid the straps of the backpack under his thumbs, drawing it tighter to his body. The last thing he wanted to do was draw more attention to himself by banging on the door, like an undercover in the projects, so he waited. Suddenly, he could hear the latches of the door unlocking and the face of his plug, Dontay appeared. “Damn, what’s up fool? You was in that bitch knocked out wasn’t you?” jokingly asked Jay as he entered. “Man, slick. My bad.” Dontay replied. Jay could see a few familiar faces from around the way standing in the living room, smoking and having side conversations. He acknowledged his fellow associates, as an older woman entered the kitchen. “Hi baby, how you doing? as she reached to hug Jay. “Is everyone alright?” she asked. Jay had never seen this woman before, but assumed it must be Dontay’s mother or live-in relative. “I’m going upstairs to bed, bless you baby and y’all be safe” she said. It struck Jay as odd but he shrugged it off as simple Christian hospitality and refocused on the reason for his trip.
“So what you got for me?” Jay asked. Dontay opened a hallway closet, unleashing the aroma of a potent ganja and reached for a duffle bag. He tossed the bag to Jay and responded “Little bit of this, little bit of that.” There was an assortment of labeled quart-sized freezer bags, with different quantites and strains, to choose from. Jay reached for some of the larger bags. “I just need three ounces for right now” he said. Dontay looked confused “Three zips? Shit, you might as well get the whole QP” he replied. Jay paused for a moment, before agreeing to take the extra ounce. As he removed his backpack, to load it, the pistol he’d removed from it earlier and tucked into his hoodie, fell out. “Damn, Cheddar Bob you tryna shoot us or yourself?” Dontay asked. “Sorry y’all, at least it was on safety” Jay replied. He finished stuffing his backpack and paying Dontay, before heading to the door. “Alright y’all boys be safe, I’m out” Jay said. Dontay shook his hand “Nigga, you be safe” he replied. “Our guns don’t have safety buttons, so we remember not to drop em…”