Tag: #INDICA

MONSTERS OF CIRCUMSTANCE

This was written to go in my second book, but I think the streets need it now. We have to look in the mirror and accept the fact that we played a part.

I pop pills, smoke blunts and drink heavy too, if I do that to me imagine what I’ll do to you, animosity is my comfort zone if it’s between me and you; I’m making it home, roaming the streets looking for the next lick, why should I care? nobody ever gave a shit, pops gone momma can’t afford me, I’m about to catch dude in the Honda Accord B, heard he got stacks all blue faces, cock the pistol tie my shoes laces, I’m a Savage give a fuk about you seeing faces, I’mma let this cannon pop 9 out of ten cases, wait till I get about 3 paces pop, pop, pop, blood in the air I can taste it, I gotta do what I gotta do just face it, if you were I would you trade places? probably not they say I belong in cages, they might be right but I wasn’t born with any Aces ; I got a dick on my Glock so not tonight, I don’t have time to ponder if it’s right, all I know is momma need money for lights

UNDERTONE

I have an affinity for red women that harbor aggression, I find them to be teachers of life’s lessons, forks in the road at certain intersections, a road map of no certain direction a constant source of mental erections, forget the heart on your sleeve you need a blood pressure monitor I think your blood is boiling because you’re red as a thermometer, expressions don’t get held well, in my mind I can literally hear you telling me to go to hell, I can read your face that’s why I know the right response, give me a second and I’ll say something that came out the Renaissance, the path of least resistance, the road I travel with persistence, I’m trying to save you so you can save us, come tell me your desires and hush that fuss, I have an affinity for red women that harbor aggression, you don’t have to ask consider this my confession