I am young, within a glen ‘Tis my haven, spice of life. Here I am, a boy of ten, Alone, first love, content, no strife. A weight I now bear, my shoulders are weary. Proud time has caught me; I knew he would come, Exalt to the days when my eyes weren’t so bleary, I still have that glade, I remember the sun.
Perception thickens and memories dry, Sharper than ever, I’m ready to die. Fog on the harbor, hard as I try Old peace I recall, ‘tis memory mine.
I have come to be moon, oh cycle reversed (yet) My children will mourn me, find joy in my verse.
My Mrs. telling me I do way too much work The only time we spend is ev’ry Sun’ay at church I say I gotta do dirt to afford you that purse You live in the dirt I should call for a hearse Lord, help her see I’m where I need to be No you're gonna be a father next month ‘cause I’m giving birth But I’m leaving you now before this gets worse I got to steppin’ before words became weapons
At the office I clear my head with endeavor If I bring home a check then things will be better Avoid whether, two loves one tether I sever How could I choose? No way not never
2 a.m. I should call it a night Leave my mistress and go back to my wife I packed up my things and I stepped outside A voice cried “Man please help me with my ride” Clearly distressed, clinging jumper cables Help out a stranger, of course I was willing
In my truck I followed him to his spot under the bridge ‘round back in a secluded parking lot Weird, I thought In less than five minutes of conversin’ and questions His car started and the mood became different No longer a stranger in fact one in the same A wife at home and a kid on the way Our office building the same, he even shared my name A display of his thanks he insisted to pay No. I declined. I only wanted to help It’d feel like I’m taking money from myself Do you like drugs he ask’d Sometimes. Life’s too busy to toy with my health I have somethingIcouldn’tunderstand He points to the snow on his car My mirror-less door suggests I’m prone to doze before I travel too far I’ve never been one to turn down cheap thrills It’s for the better, I’ll get home safe And this secluded lot seems like a good place The absent light messed with my sight I think this rock should look a little more white Thought I saw my reflection on his shadowy face A suggestive handshake, I turned back to my truck an’ said thanks
Crush it divide a line and roll up the five bill *ssssniiiiiifffff* *ssssniiiiiifffff* *sniff* Wow that’s strong A line of fire ants with boots kicked my head back Virtigo, tunnel vision, fade to black
Lift my head up slow ‘cause I thought my neck snapped Drips of red flow from my nose, and snot, I resent that I needa go home I needa get outta here I wiped my face with a smear, but my engine won’t turn And it wasn’t until I looked in the mirror I saw my body slouched with a face of fear That stranger walking up near from the rear He got to my window stopped and peered He was holding a shear and pulled me outta my truck He cut me up and threw my limbs in his trunk I thought about my mom and my pop that I love And how my wife said that I don’t spend time enough That ending was abrupt What luck
Every morning I wake up, I look forward to going back to sleep. I deal with a repeating cycle that I have no control over. Believe it or not, My conscience speaks back to me For he is the only one who truly shows sympathy toward my pain.
I call my place of residence a shoebox. Making me the new shoes that have replaced the last old pair. But crying is not an option. I tried that when I became the new kicks on the block And I did me no good.
I don’t understand the fraise “time is money”. They gave me life, And since 2003 I have yet to see any U.S. currency. I buy everything with these snickers and noodle cups And sometimes with my rank. Don’t get me wrong, I do have NEEDS. All my person hygiene supplies cost, I just never sees the physical cash.
I have to call and speak to my lady friend Sexually To convince her to put money on my books. At first I couldn’t do it, So I put my conscience on the phone and let him take control As I sit back and stare at my snicker collection sitting on my magazines. Funny thought, That’s kind of like money on my books. Lol
I laugh, literally aloud like life is funny. Last time I say my family was through a glass. I talk to my relative on the phone Soon to be interrupted by a 5 minute warning. My best friend is a figure of my imagination And I have to watch my back 25/8 Because they next man wants everything that I got.
I hope my little brothers don’t follow my path. I continue to speak the way I do, And rep what I rep And act the way I do Because it’s a form of security for me. There’s no such thing as quitting When you’re in those cement walls.
Truthfully, I just want to go home. I’m not quitting, Just ready to give up.
Daily, I hear the loud complaints and arguments But I try to drowned down the sound With my razor thin pillow. Not able to block the sounds I tune in.
Reflections of reflections. That’s all I see. Holding my mirror side ways to make a better view, Watching the MAN Hold my freedom in his hand Tightly Never to let go.
Sometimes I just write. No reason, Just writing. I send my brother Tyrell a letter Address Mail to Tyree’s Conscience in 1 month from today. They I reply to that letter. That’s how I let myself know I still love me.
They called lights out, Plus my hand is hurting. I guess I can finally go to sleep now. Good night, Until tomorrow morning.
I’ve built up grains into fairy tales Brought down lords and kings Reality was a fickle illusion Gravity couldn’t keep my mind on the ground I am safe in sandcastles
I’ve built up grains into a home Raised mini lords and kings Reality struck back close fisted Gravity weighed on my heart They’ll be safe in sandcastles
I’ve built grains into a kingdom Ruling in hand of glorious Queen Conquered reality with a vengeance Gravity took its toll on my body But my soul Is safe in safe in sandcastles
Years past my prime, I reflect upon the life that was once mine . Aged nearly a century old, these dark mahogany eyes witnessed growth. Here I sit in my rocking back and forth holding the hand of a beautiful woman, Her milk chocolate eyes reflect the warm ancient sun. Her skin, not as silky as it once was, was still full of youth. I look at my hand, stained from scars and labors of hard work, Bitter, saltwater taste comes to my tongue, thinking about how life is for the young.
Executive of a music company I once was, Suit and tie, briefcase in hand, the scent of dedication and cologne I walked, head held high. Hip Hop and Rock banged in and out of my ears. Vernacular over time has changed from fresh to tight to dope to swag, Getting money meant, “just throw it in the bag”. An era where you can make beats on phones and mix tapes too. Music required no skill, just hard work and clever rhymes. Through all of my struggles I always had a beautiful angel to hold me down. Her wings fell from her body once she fell in love with me, she gave all she could and pushed as hard too. If it weren’t for her I probably wouldn’t be the man I am speaking to you.
The youth today, in my eyes, have no ambition. When we were young and innocent we did things different. We didn’t have computers or games, hell we used to play in the woods all day. I look out my window and I can see a playground, not a kid in sight. When I was that young, we could run around all day and all night. Hearing trees and leaves rustle, as we climbed high. One would yell, “TAG!!!!!” “NOT IT!!!!” would be our reply. Those were the times, the times where trouble could be solved by Mom raising an eye. The sun, my old friend, brings me back to reality, lets me know life was great.
The early morning light shines down on me and leaves the clouds behind so I can play. The green grass flows like streams so pure and free. I run, pretending the whole day away.
Some time has passed, my kids are in their teens. Now I deal with responsibilities. And though through life I've seen a many scenes, I don't think it can beat the years like these.
The sunset falls below my point of view and leaves a tint of pink behind it's trail. While gazing out across the slumbered hue, the seagulls sing the song of my life's tale.
So much to do, but if time will allow I think I might just rest my eyes for now.
Ways in which I wonder , find fortunes of fist and fame The past portrays prowess of power, with battles between bite and blame
I lead lions and lemmings, mangled men, thoughtless thieves Down disaster to death, inescapable insanity
Family finds me forgotten, friends don’t find me at all Above the air and around the arch, kindness can make me crawl
In a tower too tall to trespass, still - silent - steady An owl overlooks, pupils perspire profoundly Watching westward winds wisp, leading looks like hurried horses Setting skies mirror magenta, and cosmic creations commit to their courses
In a tower too tall to tell of tales, the moon minds my murmurs Humility haunts my heart cries havoc, pointing - passing - pauper
I'm as busy as a bee rustling through the kitchen relentlessly searching for food to nourish my grumbling stomach, they always called me “little Mike” what can I say, I am hungry I am but a little tike. Swing sets, slides, and sandcastles would have been nice to build every now and again, oh that reminds me Dad needs the lawn mowed so here I go again.
I'm as busy as a bee racing through the studio clients and new dreams to nourish the soul they like to call me “Trilogy” what can I say I am in it to win it finally in my ripe age they can finally see.
Swing sets, slides, and sandcastles would have been nice to build every now and again, oh that reminds me Daddy needs to go to work, sorry kids, I must go again.
I'm as busy as a bee readying myself for a place called Heaven loved ones and that savior of mine wait to greet me they will call me when it's my turn what can I say I am ready for the end to my children I know your concern .
Swing sets, slides, and sandcastles would be nice to build every now and again, oh that reminds me Grandpa needs to go meet Grandma, I am happy again.
Going through the up and down weights of life. Yet I see changes in my physical and mental sinews. I'm cut from a different cloth but with the same knife.
Alone in an unknown world to be on the vultures menus. Adopted by the cold streets, the whoosing winds make me fear my father. Daily I perform survival with Minnapolis as my venu.
My beating heart say's reach out to you, but my body say's why bother. Looking at the sky and everything is black. Storms surrounds us slowly so from its smoke I smother.
My lungs cant take anymore of this indirect attack. Why do I look in the mirror and see Thomas but my name is Tyrell? Why do I have the will, when you wont come back?
During my ZZZZ's my dreams feel so real. Not taking credit of a creation you made. Riding in the right side of the ride with no one behind the wheel.
I'm man made which makes me afraid. Growing up without a father but through god I'm am saved.
I gaze upon the scene surrounding me Atop the sky scrape tower staring down Vast and unforgiving wave crashing sea I raise my brow and eye to golden crown A leap of faith into the drowning tide As the seven skies begin to rise, I Confide inside fore fear and death collide Spread wax and wing, take flight and sing I fly Soul unbound by joy profound I soar strong Bathing warmth and blinding light burn right through Panic ensues then thrashing to prolong My life as I descend into the blue And as I raise my voice to falling skies My body lay limp and bone the light dies
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