That Kidd.....Me

Insomnia Addict (Nightmare Tales)

Penitentiary chances, but I pass em' like victims of smoking pass giving up and suffer from cancer.

I use the pen and the paper, tp excite the vapor...Kinda like Viagra for elderly men..."Hormone Enhancer"

In my mind I dance around in Leopard print panties, but still not satisfied to call myself a dancer.

Fear of being judged, So my mouth won't budge, trying to have the mindset of a thug... But deep in my heart there's nothing but love.

My only fear is failure, a dream is bout the only thing I won't sell ya'.

An empty CD case of mine, it struck paraphenalia. 

Doing donuts in my mind, windows tinted, my concsience strapped with a .44.

Me? I'm in the passenger side, riding naked, heat is something i just won't tote.

My poetry flow is exactly what it would seem if crack spoke. The readers say it's too much soda on my lips........Beg the coke......Please........

That Kidd.....Me

 Growing up, in and out of jail, no father around, and his mother on the streets putting her body up for sale.

As a kid his only priorities was home invasions, and leaving no witnesses to tell. Fearing that if he left one person alive, someone would come with a 9 to the back of his head, leaving his face....No emotions...Stone Cold Pale

Bad Habits

 Sipping Lean...Smoking gas...Rolling blunts...3 hit pass...Eyes low...Bloodshot red.

All the things that make it quicker for my life to come to an end.

Breaking rocks...Cutting lines...Your nose is bleeding, but you say you feel fine???

Heroin in a needle...Flowing through a main vein.

The rush feels good, but what they fail to realize is the long term affect it has on the brain.

Pop a pill in your mouth...We all know her name. But why do we want that feeling??? Rage mixed with insane.

Slipping Rubies in drinks...Turning girls into freaks. Now she doesn't know why she's throwing up and feeling weak. Having a baby and managing school at the age of 15.

All these things cause drugs were introduced in our life. 

And now we don't know what to do.....Cause getting high.....feels right....

Insomnia Addict

 World muted,Loud tunes.Smoke in the air, gas fumes....White clouds,black thoughts.Segrageted mind, Rasicts scenes playing in my head, they never stop...Room filled with the aroma, paranoia at it's finest slipping me in a coma...Pen in my hand recording fact from his owner...The Loner...The drug addicted, mind convicted, satisfied by the pack that keeps the elders itchin, Society lables as "Stoners",

My eyes are closed, but the pen is still drifiting...My head is lifted, they read but won't understand what I wrote, but still manage to tell me I'm gifted.

I speak through the pen, live life on this page...up for days, cause sleep is my worst nightmare. Insomnia at her first stage....

Life Of A Black Man (Part 2)

 They say if you want to hide anything from a black man, put it in between the pages of a book. Well even I take that offensive because sometimes I open the dictionary and take a look.

Does that mean that I'm white because I know how to read. Or are they scared that I'm teaching myself to be articulate and that one dday I'll soon be free, from the chains that are binding me.

But I'm speaking for all the people who are still in slavery, waiting for someone to stand up for themselves and take the lead. To get out the struggle and be dismissed from poverty.

Never let the drugs take over me, Never be forced to listen to them, and understand thier lies I dont have to believe. 

I'm just a young man living in society,Obeying orders giving from the Monarchary.

Trying to come up with a understanding of a new Anthropology, not having to base it on old studies of Archaceology . 

But they throw me in jail cause I rather be civil ...

Black Truth White Lies

 DJJ labeled on my back, and now I'm thrown into the population of young African American males that are residents of being incarcerated.

They take me away from my family and now theres no way for me to contact, and place me on probation and now the government will never get off my back.

Throw bait cars in my city, setting us for failure tempted to carjack.

Flooding the streets with drugs, so young boys can feel the life of dealing crack.

Now we just out here stating facts, that you'll always be a dropout selling drugs, and joining gangs if the color of your skin is black.

Why us???

Addiction Homicide

 At the age of 15 I was in the 9th grade, thats when I tasted Mary and a bond was made.

This is a story of fact and not of fiction, when inside my heart was the birth of addiction, I had finally found the peice I was missing, my days spent up by MaryJanes kisses.

There wasn't anything I cared for more than her, I fell in love with that psychodelic euphoria and a body hotter than the summers in Florida, oh MaryJane i'll never get bored of ya.

When I was 16 cocaina came into my life, our relationship began and it felt so right, And when Mary and Cocaina came around we had some crazy nights, so when they called to me I never put up a fight.

But lets not forget about their close friends, Ciroc, Hennessy, Gin, Oxycodone, and Blue Dolphins, making my head spin, inside the winds of geeked heaven.

I even made the homemade lean, mixing up Nyquil and Promethezine Pills, selling to feens still cause I had the mean deals.

The life was addi...

Home Alone

 It's quiet, but I hear voices in my head. They tell me things that I don't understand.

But I mean it wouldn't hurt to try to.

Or maybe it would so that's why they make it so hard to.

Maybe one day I'll understand.

But first I have to try to, but that's only if I want to.

But I have to, or else I'll stay Home Alone.

Abandoned, open-handed. I try to be open-minded but it's so hard to understand it.

Dyslexia...isn't that what they call it???

But i'm to smart for that, and that's not even one of my diagnosis. 

I'm just a young scholar tryna get educated.

So I can be known for something far more than the Great Debaters.

Debating if they should open the door and let me go on my own, or should I be declined my rights of freedom and be left.......Home Alone.

Where Are You

 I feel like i'm in this alone, like you created this world just for me.

Everyone around me doesn't exist, It's my mind that only sees.

Battleing the monsters of the Underworld, no armor just me.

Sad to say, but i'm the Lyrical Monster....bowing down to my own feet...

Early mornings, Late nights, No sleep, Vamp-Life, Drugged up, Cold heights....Door open...No lock people in and out my life.

The body is my motivation, giving in to temptation, L's in and out my system, death slowly in formation.

Over-looking all the pain.....I mean that's if there was any pain...

Where Are You???

Cause If you're there I don't see. This bigger thing that they talk about, the one they say created me.

Why just me??? Couldn't there be others???

So I can drop all of this lust and settle down with a lover.

Cause that's all it is.....LUST!!!! Passed down from one another.

Move on to the next, bless her as ...

My Life

Look inside the eyes, see the last Mohican survive

You won't last a weekend inside

Seen a pastor tweakin and sunk his teeth in the rock, his demise.

Later on that evening, you hear the grieving

Of angels that cried, see a demon

...don't comprise