Overnight work thoughts

Old man

dad. Pop. Father. Daddy. Daddyo. Padre. 

In the present you are absent......

You allowed me to be taught by a substitute teacher.  

You wanna hide something from a black man put it in a book titled father.

Cut out all the pages and leave a note that says “don’t bother. “

Let this poem be done acapella because it’s a dead beat

Decades later I have to father a father. 

As a child you blame yourself for your parents putting marriage on a shelf. 

Excuse me if I sound bitter

But I guess he took the if in his life I don’t fit then he must a-quit

Sorry if I can’t give you that much credit. 

Didn’t have you to teach me about credit. 

Every holiday you give me a new generation curse... I mean gift sorry sorry.  

Security

No security in security. 

The government through my phone listens harder than my friends do. 

5G towers around me sit higher up than the figure I repent to. 

I seem to abide by law and order.... must be the fluoride in the water. 

There is no radiation separation... new iPhone on order.  

Heart heavy and lungs on swole

Damn feels like population control 

Pep in my step I got a new attitude.......

Nvm must be the hormones in my food. 

Hey Alexa..... eh never mind 

Hey Siri.... damn gov. knows every place I sit my behind. 

Laptop camera looks at me more than I look at myself. 

I put the deodorant with aluminum in it back on the shelf. 

Life

I can’t help but help

Feelings under review on Yelp

Indeed I have been searching for meaning. 

I’ve been hiding this Monster that can’t be seen through a Glassdoor. 

I’ve been smoothing out jealousy and Massaging Envy. 

Looked Life in the eyes and said you can’t have my cornbread. 

Guess I still Can’t Get Right 

Named my Mac Jinga Lang Jinga Lang 

Teaching others about me but ima rather Nutty Professor. 

Really just trying to give my Buddy Love. 

Guess I’m Dr. Dolittle since I keep talking to female dogs.

Pardon my French

It’s all been an issue for a while. 

We’ve had to wipe with a tissue then issue a smile. 

It’s always been a big deal. 

Now companies wanna support and provide sales and a big deal. 

Now we yell chants to defund. 

Now they realize we ain’t the same slaves they brought over and they want a refund. 

An apology doesn’t mean anything after you placed your ad. 

They still surprised that I actually know my dad. 

My only concealed weapon is my tongue. 

Voice of my people that tried to have a voice but got hung. 

My voice is only the tip of the iceberg. 

Saying you support BLM just to fit in doesn’t work so sorry to all you Mark Wahlbergs.

BLack Owned

Cuffing season 

Although it’s cuffing season I watch people get cuffed on tv for no reason. 

Affection isn’t expressed by having your knee on my neck. 

Justice will never come in the form of a check. 

Slaves to a brand so best believe where that chain go... or 2 Chainz go......

We are Django. 

Looking to support black business

But that’s not your business   

Because that’s my business 

Is it still a mom and pop business if it’s only run by a single mother. 

Because father decided to run but folks swear he was a good brotha. 

Blood pressure in my people is high. 

Blood spilled in my people is high. 

Who’s the real silent killer?

NUMBERS GAME

1 thing I learned was that 2 people need love before making a baby. So instead of shooting the 3 I prefer to find a woman that’s not crazy. 4 you and I to coexist together name me 5 things that we could build together. I get it you want to have 6 but I don’t know you like that. I will pick you up at 7 so we can go on our 8. Concealed carrying my heart with me so pardon the 9. Wouldn’t it be 8 if we last together for a lifetime. But now it’s been 7 years and we still haven’t procreated a lifeline. You tell me because I’m over 6 feet you want our family now to have six feet. That’s cute,but baby I’m just trying to stay a 5 because they are trying to kill me 4 literally nothing but being a black man. Baby they don’t even give me until the count of 3 anymore to run. I guess now it’s 2 late for you to have our unborn son. 1 more thing, keep fighting until justice is won.

Overnight work thoughts

We did not tear up target to honor our dearly departed. 

With all of our fist up how could you miss us. 

But you don’t miss us... you fire so many shots that’s you make sure you hit your target. So pardon us when we hit the target. 

We don’t condone you coming inside of our home while carrying your chrome not allowing us to phone home and tell mom our last goodbye. All we can do now is get an angel wing tatted on us to resemble how now her daughter will fly. You hate on us because we are fly. Tulsa proved that you won’t let us have our own only pie so instead we cry. 

We weep then we grow. As a man so sows so shall he reap so now we creep like Nat Turner and we bring justice and it looks like just-this.