RANDOM THOUGHTS FROM YA BOY

“It’s easy to always take a woman’s side if you’ve never bared witness to what happens when estrogen and adrenaline collide”~ya boy 💥💥💥💥

LET EM FLY

Im so close to getting up and hitting reset but every time I think I’m there I roll the dice and double down on the bet
I’m up so you would think I’d walk away from the table but a little voice in my head reassures me that I’m able
I hit my point six times in a row but we going for seven baby girl blow
Nothing erotic this one’s for the luck get me through there this my last pluck
As always I push it to the limit and bet the farm oh well at least I still have my charm

BED TIME

Stuck in a alternate universe, where it seems like shit is worse and I keep having a dream about a Cadillac hearse
Nightmares seem like a tomorrow that’s already written, it always start with the drop because I’m sitting, then straight cannons start ripping
Scramble off the floor grabbing my waist, I’m not hit but I gotta fire back and I’m losing the race, I’m tryna take off a face and not leave like ace
I wake up in a casket hearing everybody I love crying, I’m alive I’m not dying pushing up the casket but it’s too heavy, so I stop trying

MyDusa

Devil in her mouth, heaven between her thighs, that’s where the red flags go to die
Living on the edge my allegiance I pledge, she get a kick outta making me beg, you gonna want to be high for this she insists, this is a opportunity you don’t want to miss
I think I’m in control but shes pulling my strings, feed my ego my every word she clings, stroke my soul like no other, lights on no cover, my insecurities she embraces, then hits me with those love faces
She gets up and tries to leave, knowing damn well I’m going to pull her by the sleeve and say something to make her believe a future exist with me
She’s reckless and I love her honesty but I’m just as flawed honestly, we’re too much alike for this to be prosperous, we never work our love is phosphorus, Russian roulette with a semi automatic, funny thing is I’m built for it; I want all the static

COULD A SHOULD A WOULD A

The past is the past let that shit die, it is what it is stop asking why, for every great day it has to be an antithesis, for you not to believe in that is just ridiculous, things don’t always work out some plans are made to fail, if everybody got into heaven it wouldn’t be a need for a hell, people die everyday from stray rounds, and some people cry out for help and we turn away pretending not to hear the sound, the world we live in is a messed up place, case in point the good people usually finish last in the race, we can smile and continue to pretend, or we can free our minds become something else and transcend

VOL. 2

They want me to talk about bodies they want me to talk about drugs, how is this poems from the trap but all you talk about is love?, I had to reel em in first and get their attention, in Vol. 2 I’m going to write about everything you just mentioned and how to Dominique Dawes your money to ascension, stay away from detention, step lite around contention, avoid your name being mentioned through the grapevine, tell you how to react when it’s ape time, been there done it, no 50/50 if you in it gotta be a hundred, but make sure you really wanna run it, take the good with the bad, and subsequently your kids might end up without a dad

REINDEER GAMES

Inhale the fumes exhale the pain, love and misery are one in the same, phone rings in the middle of the night and breaks the silence, it only took three rings to shatter our alliance, from that moment nothing is the same, time to find out who has the strongest game, at the time I swore It was me that was the best, but looking back in retrospect I was playing deuces you were playing chess, and had you not done it to me I would been have been impressed, I guess my own grandiosity blurred my vision, and your love cuts deep with precise precision, all I had to do was open my eyes to see the saga unfold, the writing was on the wall the italics bold, so at the end I finally wave a white flag and concede victory, this war is one that will go down in history, leave me alone I really don’t care if you miss me

MOMMA TOLD ME

They said it was supposed to hurt at the end I look around and see no family nor friend, I can’t believe the wolves got me heaven or hell I’ll be waiting for whoever shot me, I remember a flash of fire a voice saying it’s time to retire, I was fighting you know I shot back but they flanked me and hit me in my back, they would be organized when they came at me, I wasn’t ready they beat the cameras I couldn’t see, I still was thinking that I could defend my home until that second one hit me in the collar bone, I dropped the hand of God that’s when I knew it was over, only thing that could save me now is a swat team or a four leaf clover, I might don’t make it running threw my head then everything my mother ever said, I really think I should have listened, now Im covered in blood about to be missing, my babies whole life ran through my head I should have been a soccer dad instead, it’s still better than jail or a jury trial, with my last everything I picked up the phone to dial, you gotta be kidding me, no signal; got damn Sprint, with my last breath I started to repent