Tag: #BLACKMEN

IF ONLY

Give me one more chance and I’ll write all my wrongs
Give me one more chance and I’ll write you a song
I’ll tell the world that you are my universe
I’ll tell the stars that you cum first
You can look at my sleeves & see tattoo tears
If you look in my eyes you’ll see a lot of regret and wishing you were here
I been working my way back to you
I’m six two but my soul grew and my common sense too
Y’all come first over everything in existence
It was a revolution and I didn’t miss it
Black love is the most beautiful on Earth and a black woman is the mother of birth
No blessings will come to me until I do right by you and I pray I can fall asleep every night next to you

SAGITTARIUS

When I think about you I get lost in my mind all I see are images of you and I intertwined You would think I’m talking about bodies because yours is so divine I’m actually talking about your mind a rarity in these days and times I look forward to hearing your voice like I just got some new beats by Dre I don’t want to miss a single word I want to hear everything you say I keep trying to do magic because I wish you were here hocus pocus don’t fail me now I need a roadmap and a plan on how give me the coordinates to your heart so I can come stop the fear I’m not perfect but I strive to be when you are near I believe men move off logic & women off emotions but if we both keep open minds we’ll flow strong like the ocean overflow with devotion in a harmonic motion Who me? Just sitting here thinking about you which has become my new norm trying to be a meteorologist waiting to protect you from a storm

MY SONSHINE

All I do all day is think about you and check your school app to see how your day is going, don’t ever let anyone tell you I don’t care or I’m not there, because that would be deceit their showing, you are my family my superhero my saving grace, I look so forward to every other weekend daddy gets ninja focused when I see your face, thinking about leaving you a legacy and not a lease, which means I have to get to it and use a little more elbow grease, things started off rocky but we still climbing to the top, and what daddy tell you we gonna make it because we never stop

CUSTODY


You don’t want me to be there but then you blame me when I’m not when in actuality I would give you everything that I got 
I did a lot of things I’ve had to repent for but who wants to be duke when you could be Serpentor dear father protect me from myself whole time the bible sitting dusty on the shelf 
Stop drinking stop smoking but I’m hooked on love no rehab from the most powerful drug I wrote this shit at four o’clock in the morning insomnia strikes slow without a warning random thoughts that I can’t get off my mind about my son and the answers that I can’t find why was my epiphany so late and how long can I last at this rate but no matter what happens I’m to blame for my fate 


MENTAL HEALTH

When I die fuk it I wanna go to hell, Cee nova a piece of shit it hard to fukin tell, it don’t make sense goin to heaven with the lame-oids, fuk that shit I’m in line with all my homeboys, I’m getting tired with life here on earth and it only got worse, with my son birth, he 16 months ain’t seen him since 5, and his other creator upset because I’m still alive, (spinning of revolver click) she held me down whole time In the bing, I got released & started hitting everything, all of my life I been considered as the worse, momma goin to sleep had to hide her fukin purse, pops won’t there because I thought he didn’t care, the day before he died he looked me in my eyes, did some research pops won’t a jerk, history repeats itself, same way it happened to him in the past I’m getting put on a shelf , (spinning of revolver click) the walls of my empire falling apart everywhere I look, I gotta go see the judge I wanna end the book(CEE TALK TO ME PLEASE) it’s sort of like Willie Dynamite at the end, walking down the street with no fukin friends, everybody say pray, and I just say ok, but what’s the sense in that when I’ma end it all today, anything you can salvage from my estate go to my son, tell him daddy loved him even though he don’t know me haven’t held him since day one, I’m sick of all the broads lying I’m sick of dudes hating.. Matter of fact, why the fuk I’m waiting(spinning of revolver bang)
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