I'm jealous.
Green in every sense of the word,
And my stomach turns just thinking about how close he is to you...
How he lays against you ever so gingerly,
And I'm afraid he will never know what warmth feels like.
Unless, of course, it's in the form of liquid coursing through his body,
And every bottle is a step closer to you and further from his dream,
If he could only get around his self-esteem to reach it.
But doubt breaches the outtermost layers of the labyrinth
And snakes its way in to penatrate the places only accessable through clad-iron locks,
And now he is stuck in the box that he's trying to think outside of...
And that's where you come in.
I don't know whether to applaud or look at you in disdain,
But either way,
The stain that will soon rest on your chest will be of your hands.
Your tantalizing lies of a better life can only satiate fo so long.
The caged bird can only sing so many songs before its vocal chords rupture,
And this structure that you have built composed of self-loathing and pity will soon fall.
The writing on the wall will still be red,
But only read by him.
Your constraints cannot hold him forever.
Your lies cannot mold him forever.
And when the day comes that he sees past your facade
And he begins to fight like the warriors of the Mossad,
The thought of you will dissapear.
And when the day comes that his breath has fled,
I will write another letter to his death bed

Miss Marley

Normally she rolls blunts
But they take too long
So this time it's papers
Blow from a dealer she don't care to know
But she just need quick fix

She takes her time rolling

She wants to savor this piff
& its the perfect J

She searches bedside for a lighter

With no hope in sight

Trying not to blow the ambiance 

As she turns on the light

Now she's like, 

'Fuck it, I'll just use the burner'

Caressing the knobs on the stove

As if it could give her numbers

& its lit

She runs to the room just take her a hit

& at the first puff her legs shake

Trying not to pufff to hard cause the gas taste

& on the next puff the world quakes

Within the next few she becomes the person that the world hates

But she blowing on this shit just to ease her pain

& if you were as lonely as she is

you would feel the same

She don't even count the joint

She just charge it to the game

By the last puff 

She forget that things are tough

She leaves the room satisfied

She's had enough

But she'll wake the next morning

Feeling the same way

Same drug

Different dealer

Trying to relieve the same pain....

Miss Marley

TV Screens...

It may just be my perception
But what I see is
Me recording one show
& them viewing another
Yet we're watching the same channel
& grasping the same cover
Yo you the cable provider
& your service goes out with the weather
I'm going Dish Network
It's summer time
so their service is getting better
I should switched in February
After that first after due bill
But I wanted to see if it was real
Now switching is as good as that B pill
So I'm sending you your receivers
This is long overdue
You can send em to your other customers
I'm canceling my subscription
There ain't no more me & you...

....ehh

I would tell you that you weren't worth it....

But the alcohol wants me to lye...

So I tell you I aint shit....

& that it's OK for you to cry....

Granted that I'm still a shot under par...

I proceed to tales of how beautiful you are....

I'm setting my thoughts in motion....

As if they would move you to my car....

I gotta a charger with no cell...

My fam out on bail.....

& she missing punctuations...

like we missing court dates....

so I end my sentences with dollar signs to make sure my seed straight...

Dotting these eyes with X's & Oh's....

My mixed shawty take it by the whole...

& she ain't my side chick but she the half of my hole...

cause my other girl got a hold...

summer time heat...

but they love so cold....

So remain torn...

I'm just waiting for this seamstress to mend it all....

Then I'll place a call....

To the woman that always made cents....

.....

I lost my friends with my sanity....

Around the same time I relinquished vanity....

When the relations became more physical....

When writing became only a vehicle....

When these rhymes became forced...

When my voice got hoarse....

I'm losing things because it's hurting them less...

To stay....

So after a while...

I just exile...

Myself....

Not having to cut loses...

Because there will never be anything to be gained....

There was less of something then....

& more of nothing now....

Because....

Now I have nothing too lose....

              

It was the most beautiful labyrinth you’ve ever seen.

With twists and turns and mysteries,

It was an enigma in itself.

Didn’t quite know its own wealth or worth…

But it still seemed to keep its composure.

-

At the entrance were firey gates stolen stole strait from the hinges of hell,

And you could see it in its eyes when his pupils swelled,

He was one of a kind-

That couldn’t fathom his self a full house

Because that would mean that that thick, smut covered chain would have to break,

And that rusted lock would have to find a way to contort itself free.

But worst of all,

It would have to find the Key.

Better yet, someone to wield it

So in the meantime,

All he had was his maze like mind.

-

I found myself stumbling upon the land the led to this grand attraction.

A rock road that was apparently way better without the piece of cake.

Oh, this pain? The cherry on top,

But I remained grounded until my eyes feasted upon, arguably, the most

Aesthetically pleasing,

Soul teasing,

Heart pleading

Sight of life.

This was more than a maze,

This was a game.

The only one where it’s not about reaching the end first,

But it’s all about how you play.

-

…

But for now,

I’ll stay outside and stare at the most beautiful labyrinth you’ve ever seen.

With twists and turns and mysteries,

It was an enigma in itself.

Didn’t quite know its own wealth or worth…

But it still seemed to keep its composure.

And that’s what made him different.

Cuenta Atrás

I'm starting at 11:50 and giving myself five

which is more praise than I've ever had...

& I'm losing more days than I ever have.....

Because these metafours leave me

.....twisted three ways till Wednesday

Two bad I lost count on my 25th hour

now this life gets sour, & those hearts get colder

...yet I still one....

So I'm stuck trying to be a hero....

but now....

I'm left....

with...

Cero....