love your city

no, i’m not for nothin’
December 27, 2010, 21:03
Filed under: trill

yo, i get velveeta/chain antartica

i don’t wanna keep your girl
just wanna borrow her

so partner, i heard that your starving her
my cheese american, but the cars are foreigner

but women, they be cuffin’
they be not for nothin’

boo, i’m not your husband
end of discussion

diamonds, well they rushin’
mami, why you rushin’

no, i’m not your muffin,
don’t call me pumpkin

we was only humpin’

you are a jumpoff
me? i get it jumpin’

babygirl fallback.

thought that i was all that
but she had a big ass, that’s what you call crack

you should get your jaw cracked
see if they restore that

fighting over bitches
look here your broad wack

you should learn the law, black
when it comes to whores, jack

you do not own her
girls get jawed tapped, yours tapped (yours tapped)


number 39
December 9, 2010, 11:34
Filed under: floetry

he is more than a hero

he is a god in my eyes –
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you – he

who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing

laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast.  if i meet
you suddenly, i can’t

speak – my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,

hearing only my own ears
drumming, i drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body

and i turn paler than
dry grass.  at such times
death isn’t far from me


who knows
December 8, 2010, 22:13
Filed under: trill