A Note To My Illigitimate Child

Two times a lady. Three times a charm. Seven times is Gospel. Better sound the alarm. Love is poetic. Life is blunt. Death is sporadic. A sacrifice bunt. Birth is genetic. Dying is a cunt. Knowledge is apathetic. Ignorance a punt. All things considered. Going with your gut. Look both ways. Don’t get caught in a rut. Wash your hands often and brush your teeth twice a day. If anyone tries to punk you then dance and jab like Cassius Clay. Honor the veterans that you meet and give thanks when it’s due. Before passing judgement, consider life in their shoes. Never forget where you came from. Or those you step on while you grow. Always use manners and putt for your dough. Optimism and perspective sprinkled with brown sugar and cream. Keep your chin up and try to wait for the seam. Trouble comes in threes so never double down. Whenever I come to visit make sure you have some Crown. Mess up early and often. Ask questions until they’re annoyed. Wear gloves to pick cotton. Always try to stay employed.

Above all find religion and faith of some kind by any means. Keep one in the chamber and treat two women like Queens.

Free Agency

Monkey see monkey do
Learned behavior through and through.
Next man up, blackhawk down
Forever faithful, without making a sound.

Diabolically delusional, chaotic to the core
She killed him softly, he combed the shore
Scorned, lusted, exponentially thick
Pressure points, a flicking tongue and a whole lot of

Sick, twisted, emotionally lost
Doing whatever at any given cost
Pay with time, learn with greed
The day before tomorrow is yesterdays seed

Floating without clocks, sulking without wine
You worry bout yours and I’ll worry bout mine

Sensational Semantics

Grey is only grey until sheet hits the fan. A dollar is only a dollar until the shifts in the sand. Then, a lighter is worth two pies and some booze. And, Daddy isn’t coming home with a new pair of shoes.

Slivers of gold mixed with sparkling wine. I spent a year there that night before I even cracked the blinds. Breaking the mold, her soul devine. She liked to be choked and taken from behind.

So, grasp her ass, grab a glass. Pretentious players show some class. Grab a lil’ grass, flaunt that sass. Timorous guys crank out crass. Supply the mass, catch some bass. Keep the glass half full and don’t clog your vass.

*The key to a woman’s heart doesn’t have a kia logo on it.
*Remember when liberation was as simple as coloring or chopping off your hair?
*Doing the right thing for the wrong reason is no better than doing the wrong thing for the right reason.