ELI

  I could probably be thinking too deep.   But I wonder if she misses me.  Possibilities are:    I've been forgotten.   Fresh memories became rotten.   Old Flames were extinguished .  That just be going through my mind like cliff-hangers from a good book.  A good look, we used to be. It took sometime but you got used to me.  My momma asks questions like "where's that girl that you used to see? You never talk about her anymore, she was your everything..." And more momma,  I know momma, I even thought that she deserved a wedding ring, momma.  She was heaven sent, an angel straight from God, she even had her wings, momma. & It was more than the red hair and tattoos that had me crazed, momma.  Them was the days, momma. I hope she reads this page...

It's sad that, what used to be my playground, is now stomping grounds for "gangs" now to hang round. I can't show my siblings where I played at, because that's where police got it taped at. All these young bodies getting riddled with bullets. Rest in peace JR, Rest in peace Shawn, rest in peace Shaad, Rest in peace you all. Rest in peace. It's sad that what used to be my playground. Is now single mothers all alone, with the kids, no help to raise em, it's just her & section 8 now. Fathers went wherever cassette tapes went. And grown men spotting little girls saying "let's be friends." Dang, Dang. Let a dude we don't know approach my niece or my sister, I'm going ham, That's it. That's it! Right when you ain't think I had it in me. I'm cutting people off one by one and that's when friends turn to enemies. And they say " you've changed bruh " Like i worked this hard to stay the same bruh. Word to ...

Dear God: It used to be one nation, under You.  But now they pledge allegiance to, everything that you specifically told them not to.  False idols have taken your place. I live in a world without love, it's so rooted in hate.  My momma told me hold my own, and I'm trying.  But, they got a couple good friends of mine, I can't stop crying.  You just never seen a tear fall, it's all inside.  I can not let them see me weak, or they'll be coming for me.  It used to be "one nation under God." But now they pledge allegiance to, Everything that's completely opposite or what you told them to do.  Money & drugs, lord, they've taken your place.  I love in a world that's living in hate, please tell me what is their fate?  Please show them your face, once again, reconnect us all, make us all friends. Ahh...  Who am I kidding?  My grandfather's going through it; yet another plate of stress on my ...

I just give you all of me in these stanzas, like scriptures. Like John. To be a legend; What it cost? With these poems, some say that I'm a reverend, i spill my heart. But I don't aim to speak so real just how it comes. Cause I don't even speak at all, I'm more introverted... Spending time inside my basement reading and writing verses. Jotting down thoughts, getting high without The use of lighters. Somebody tried to get me lit, but I don't need to light up. Just let the holy spirit lift you, he would get you right up...   Now shout out to my homies out there hustling still. just do your thing man just keep it 100 for real. I'm not tryna knock your grind - you gotta feed your fam too. My brother got 1 kid, it's bout to be 2. So I can understand his efforts in putting money on the table; Cause kids would eat the whole fridge and the cabinets if they able. So pitching Cain ain't a thing to keep your home stable. And it adds more lines to your life's ...