What are words of wisdom when ears are numb from beating bass eyes are glued to the tube nobody wants to sit and indulge in your mental food it's not important the things our ancestors prepared shit most of these niggas would run scared if they had to endure that pain the strain that constantly drained their blood but they maintained because they knew brighter days would come see sun glasses and the shade of the trees allows us to walk on our knees afraid to be an individual and take stand but as a group we still can not act as man the trails and tribulations of our days clearly mean we still struggle who saves us from this struggle? your words? your song? to whose ears will they fall upon? and how many people really want to see clear? for clarity may be their biggest fear!!!!

Addicted

This addiction has me conflicted mentally and physically restricted muscles tight with pain and friction my heart pounding with rhythms of conviction tension tingling contradiction wrapped in my soul's affliction confined by unstable diction justifying predictions of violence's silent inscription repetitive thoughts caught between parallel bars of lethargic memoirs soaked in vanity's flaccid insanity this ink dipped calamity has me conflicted my heart pounding rhythms of conviction this inscription is my addiction.

Erotic Scribe

Undressed him with the rhythm of my words invoked his juices with the mellow tones of my terms liquified my vibe through his ears down his back tingled his toes he testified in tears like satin my scribe massaged each inch of his skin covering him with acoustic strokes of my pen verse after verse his passion throbs to my erotic groove robbing his gaze of the waves in my exotic moves with each phrase he sways to the beat of his love drum's pounding he climaxed in melodic moans confined by his surroundings hypnotic sounds of my ink release his neurotic peak this scribe my vibe leaves him breathless and weak