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Through Wishing(Revised)

Trick Monster

reality frowns at my nympho gowns

enslavement to these pavements

feels forever

family out law, because of this flaw

I'm severed

immune system sick and swelling

numerous victims

in which I'm never telling

a walking suicide

Im just down for that ride

i dont care

whoever said life was fair

Operation Coke

two sons, both of which no custody

street life, only thing touching me

constant on the run, no conscience

this foolishness and nonesense

a convict with no accomplishments

just a con artist

with a retarded lifestyle, forty two and wild

I can't afford my child socks

the next rock is all that matters

another negro on the stat ladder

ongoing court cases

children calling me on a first name basis

preparing for an upcoming sentence

no plans to diminish in this operation white

here for the duration

the demons still chuckle in the night

Praying Legend

her pride has muscular distrophy

her faith history is labeled "legend

a voice from heaven

hands clasped and committed

from these trials she's constantly acquitted

Real Life

covered with a can liner

standing in the rain

he awaits the train

headed for a soup kitchen meal

a smiling face

but the pain is concealed

the struggle is still real

Hood Composition(Gangsta Rap)

crime influence, I'm fluent

elevate the incarceration rate

sedate young minds, walk crooked lines

configure it until it's blind, ignorant

assignment is to see you in confinement

soul purpose and aim

product of environment, it is said to blame

insane, a worthless shame

involved street fights, street lights

revolved around late nights

just the type

lust and attraction to the hype

ripe and raw, invincible without flaw

no principles, above the law

attain position, you just maintain and listen

cold composition

have you at crossroads missing

live and foul

this lifestyle promoted forever

I wont sever, staying true and devoted

keeping your firearms loaded

your dream and passion

the effect of infractions, threats and distractions

no conscience for actions previous

rugged and devious

no time for patient money, sonny

prescriptions ...

Revive Hip Hop

a crucifixion for these artists

only convictions is their guilty

of garbage

it's either tutorials or memorials

at the height of disfigurement

the real hype of ignorance

such an offense

epitome of nonesense ever

a non variable, bars are terrible

nothing's clever

three in a million ratio

turning my nose like stank smelling felatio

enraged until this bull is disengaged

I declare, I solemnly swear

wear and tear to my ear drums

more appreciative with a plate of crumbs

That Bumpy Flavor

these bumps and ridges give me fridges

it being the hook and I the bait

the attraction is great

a pure satisfaction state

USDA approved, I'm so weak and overruled

I'm like a gator to these things called craters

oooh it's just my type and flavor

I can't even begin to explain the behavior

It's just not that simple

this beautiful bond I have with these dimples

how crazed is this, and yes I said

this thing called cellulite, I guess this

is a fetish

Growing Older

arthritis and money diets

this lumbar support and short patience

my sexual stamina dying

such a toll on my role in my marital relations

steady crying about my occupation

feeling shame, these growing pains

as if I'm in sedation

continuing efforts to strive

I wanna soar past the point at

just being alive

even worse, havent any children

the marijuana smoke dispersed

from the abandoned building

on the staircase

still in hope for the limelight, jet flights

and a showcase life

my growing pains, scars and stains

from my youth

I'm growing older, after all these years

I'm still chasing the loot

It Must Be The Money

traveling solo lately

sending my dearest apology greatly

if you can hear it God

life has been hard

my paper's starved

every bit of short, its on life support

screaming bulimic

the scheme recycled into play

my dreams still seems rather in delay

and mama, she still gather to pray

so the truth is

I've been enjoying this extra leisure

my patience been deploying multiple seizures

on the work site invading the meet freezer

I haven't been right

but my wages are at a breather

creating an extra payroll

so stone cold

the conscience having lunches with the devil

fire in my eyes, hotter than habaneros

an endeavor to cut the tithes

this won't be forever

I keep believing my lies

clientele is at a spurt, its been worth my while

though grimey and file

if this is a test, I'm falling victim to trial

The Color Black

a slimmer external

the journal or black book

the bank robber's dress code

the nappy dread crook in grimy mode holding for ransom

a mob of black panthers or maybe a positive anthem

the jacket blazer and licorice flavor

the firearm with the burst, the hurst

the body bag and casket, nothing's immaculate

the black flag and muslims

the lovely black woman

the beauty of black history moments

the beauty of the black community

when together in unity