March Madness

I'm in a weird place. No, not like at the bottom of a lake or the trunk of a car or at a wax museum. I'm at a weird place in life. Stuck between wanting to be taken seriously as an adult and refusing to grow up. Constantly making time for people who don't matter and avoiding the people who matter most. That's just the way it is for me at this chapter in my life. But no matter what I've accomplished, left unfinished, or walked away from... I know that one thing is for certain. There has never been a moment where I have spent my time on someone or something that my heart wasn't in. That's what life is all about. Finding the things you love and loving them until you simply can't anymore. And when those interests in your life run their course, it's okay to accept that and move on. There's nothing wrong with admitting that some things just don't suit you the way they used to.

Slight

I don't even know what day it is
Been working hard. Still don't have shit
The government wants a 1/4th of it
and still expects us to try to live.

Self-proclaimed existentialist,
being forced to pay to exist.
They're the higher power
but they ain't helped us with shit.

Man, how am I supposed to feed my fam?
Most of my options are illegal but I don't give a damn
 Because I do what I do to get by,
 while still working a 9-5.

Always strapped with a Colt 45 tattooed on my left thigh.
Don't mess with me, I'm warning you.
Do what you think you gotta do,
But don't be surprised when karma comes for you.

I'm still just a kid
But I'm about my business.
And I'll never be a witness or a snitch
 'cause I ain't seen shit.

6 Streets of Separation

6 streets from my Pop's crib, a gangster popped a kid for poppin off at the mouth and shit.

5 streets up, little boys and girls circle around the block singing Chief Keef's "Love Sosa" word for word. Wondering now if they understood who Sosa was and what he represented.

4 streets down, a lady got stabbed to death. Heard her cousin's girlfriend say it was drug related. That's just hearsay, so who knows. But the only thing separating the spot where shorty got stabbed and the middle school my best friend went to is a chain link fence.

3 streets away, back in '05 my uncle pimped hoes. I used to love whenever he would swoop my cousin and I from school in his all white Jaguar and ride around town with us, windows down. Blaring music. He went away for awhile. Never really questioned why. Growing up we knew not to ask.

2 streets up my homie sold all of the drugs you could fathom. Did more lines with him than you could ever imagine. But we don't discuss that anymore, 'cause a couple of weeks ago he passed away. Couldn't bring myself to step foot inside the funeral because that wasn't the first person I felt God took by mistake.

On my street, my neighbor's neighbor stole prescriptions from her father. His addiction altered his alertness so by the time he noticed it was too late for the both of them.

One nation under drugs and violence. Do what you want, just do it in silence.

Six streets of separation.

Almost A Haiku

I don’t understand.


Please don’t try to sympathize.


That’s pity in your eyes.

What It's Like

If you can fathom the love the sun feels for the earth,


To rise every morning


To make sure it is okay


And to set, every night, alone

Then you will understand what it is like to love you

With you.

With you. 

It's different. 

For me.

What I would give for reciprocity.

I mean, I gave you everything.

Pieces of me I didn't even know I had.

Loved you more than I loved myself.

And you knew that.

And you took that.

And you ran.

Far away from me.

Fuck.

Revolution

change will come soon enough,
but let’s not wait forever.
procrastination tempts the Devil
to pull the power lever.
we need a revolution.
expeditiously, a euphemism.
we are the only solution.
stand up and fight or be a nuisance.
freedom is our birth right,
so demand restitution.
they’ll fight to keep us quiet.
withstand their institution.

Resist the urge to give in.
Eventually they’ll see.
Virtually everything we do is ignored, but
Opposers we must be.
Life as we know it will improve.
Unite. Demand equality.
Turn thoughts into actions.
Immediately.
On this day, make a vow to
Never give in.