With the Cheshire Grin


Add your kiss to my everlong list

Presence without you is amiss

Feel you washing over me, feeling the abyss

Putting every sense in bliss

Forget that and them, it’s all about here and this

Nothing is as passionate

Stand for you like an activist

Spell it out like an acronym

L – Love you for your mind and your flesh

O – Oh, something like a breath of fresh air, yes

V – Vulnerable for you, I confess

E – Everything and anything for you and nothing less



Fixed in my kicks
I missed my wish
Add your kiss to my everlong list
Life can be brisk
Although the view is stable
Thoughts are with the crows
Never mind the ladies and bros
Gotta watch the calm stroll
Watch out for the makeup
The fake up
Fabricated, "Hey, what's up?"
Perhaps it's not real
Not for me to feel
Not for me to roll up and reel
It's not up to my will
It may be my impossible
I'm dying
I'm frying
I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying
Maybe I'm better off dyin


Peep her through ya hater spectacles
She's very special, ya know
She's hella bless-ed, ya know
Ruling the spotlight on the show
Ruinin the haters
Don't debater her
And, nigga, please, don't play her
She a player of players
Ya could never give a high enough rating to rate her
She now with the better, not later
No practice, just natural miraculous
You hear her greatness? I'm blastin it
Hold on, get an ambulance
Life made her on accident
Nothing's on her level of extravagance
Talk about immaculate
From the niggas to the bitches to the children to the elders even envy
Inadvertently trending
Cain't trust whoever friendly
Every smile deadly
It put her into a frenzy
She not wasting her panties or pennies
Not selling out for a Bentley
Nor being somebody's Emmy
She'll make the world bow, call her, "Her Excellency"


My dysfunctional is precise and enlarged
So, I write in rhyme and place it in blogs
Can't understand the method if you don't understand the cause
But, that's another story for dropped jaws
I scream inside my mind
Begging the madness subsides
But, it takes me for a ride
Fists beating in my chest
Let me out, I wanna rest
Not temporary, eternal
I wanna sleep with the dirt and the colonels
Speaking with intensity like I'm speaking in the booth
But, I'm sitting on the couch, walking down the street, spitting all the truth
Grab a sax and call it blues
Lay a beat and call it rap
Or you rock it with guitars and beer that be on tap
Or you hit it with some notes, and call it that r&b
This is the pain, it's all in my sleep
There is no escape, but it is what it be


Nights and ghouls and wolves
Stars and death and screams for fools
Monsters are taunters, laughing in hymns
Drinkin and feedin off sins
Blades and words are pointed
Don't matter if the target anointed
Thinkin with a sense that's lost within the pain
Hailin blood from clouds with rain
This is the madness at hand
There is thought for a plan
Or the insanity at fist
After the last breath is bliss


Dead man stare trigga trance

Make a nigga do a bullet provokin two step dance

Not these hands, peep the metal plans

Walkin, not runnin, make you a runner from the blam

Ya can't can, if ya don't understand I'm not the one

But, I am the one, son

If ya wanna be the Dumb Trump

This a lifestyle, jumpin with the masks out

Staying wit the gloves and burners, now

Mothers and spouses are screaming

Cop lights are forever beaming

Concrete jungle bleeding

We soldiers, we natives, we fire

We never tire

Burnin rubber from the soles to the tires

Puppet soldiers playin wit wires

Make they eyes gaze higher

Scalp em, cuz "Fuck they lies"

Fuck em, yeah, fuck they lives

We focused and organized

We rationin out these lives

Blood in the clothes is fashion

This is our passion

We movin, marchin, and thrashin

Jurassic if we be trashin

Dark Ages if we be trappin

Stackin bricks, like building mansions

Lovin the candy, we Manson

Fixated upon the anthem:

"Dancing with Fire, we call that Passion."


So, I may be like my mother

"Chemically imbalanced", they say; "oh, brother

Mud-colored crazy bastard, add him to the others"

Statistically, just another

Flying, boating with no rudder

Thinking without a "shut up"

Writing with a "fuck the hush up"

Walking like I gotta "nut up"

Ordered up and knuckled up and drinkin with the brown in cup and blastin all the chopnotlslup and surmisin with the glasses up and puttin in the writing rough and the beats be beatin tough and it make the letters blush and that's how you put the twenty-six on cuff



Travel on this cruise

Earn and steal your dues

Peep the rules and ruse

Accept and learn from ya rues

Everything is yours if you choose

Never be so bloodless and gutless

You can’t accept this

The fiend of your set list

Think reckless and endless

We all real, but given time, we might be fictional

Thought process gotta be criminal

Moving beyond the pinnacle

Don’t let your visual be typical


Hold up, man

You the Hold Up Man

I know where they holed up, man

Don’t you wanna pop that man and all his mans

Pull up, make em do that bullet dance

Put em in a dead man stare trigga trance

I’ll write up some foolproof plans

Kill em, take all they weed, they coke and percs and xans

Movin wit gloves, masks

Cain’t end up on the stand

So, if they get witnesses, they fallin where they stand

Flip the drugs, make some grands

Money, money, money, no red, but green in hand

Hold up, man

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