Who is This Muthafucka?

MY GOALS SEEM FURTHER AWAY, JUST WHEN THEY SEEMED NEARER,
I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
WHEN DIRT IS THROWN ON ME, MY SKIN..TENDS TO GET CLEARER,I
FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR,
I BLEND WITH THE MUD, I AM WHO MY FRIENDS TEND TO JUDGE
AND CHARACTER SMUDGE, BUT DRESS IT UP WITH WORDS LIKE TOUGH LOVE...
THEY SAY ITS ME WHO RUBBED OFF ON THEM,
AND I DESERVE THE EMPTY CLASSROOMS AND SLIPPERY GYM...
THAT I PLAY IN...TO FALL...
THE FLOOR FOR A BED I USED TO LAY IN...
NO STALLS TO PISS...OKAY
IM SLIPPING ALL THE WAY IN...
NO ABSTRACT BULLSHIT WRITING WILL SWAY THIS...
SORT OF A CONFESSIONAL...THIS ROLE..I PORTRAY THIS...
INNOCENT MAN? HELL NO...AT TIMES IM FINNIKY AND
UNDISCIPLINED...WITH NO ORIGINAL PLAN
ON HOW TO FINISH THIS HAND...OF DUMB MONKEY UNO,
THE SON OF A FORMER JUNKIE, HE JUST LIKE HER...BUT YOU KNOWWW,
I TEND TO FORGET THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE UNFORGETTABLE,
I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SAID DAMN...I DONT REMEMBER YOU,
SAW A PICTURE OR TWO, AND THOUGHT I RESEMBLED
THAT DARK SKINNED CREATURE GOD ASSEMBLED...
BUT NAW...I HAVE SMEARED GODS WORK! ALONG WITH INHERITED
FUCKED UP MENTAL AND PHYSICAL GENITIC...THERE IT IS...

THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER,
ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA
(AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}

The Block or the Blog

THE BALLOT OR THE BULLET,
THE BLOCK OR THE BLOG,
WITH TALENT TO PUSH IT TO THE LIMITS...
CONSTANT FOG,
IM JORDANS LITTLE BROTHER...DAMN ILL NEVER BE MIKE...
NO MATTER HOW MANY TEAMS I MAKE...IM JUST IIGHT,
AND FUCK HOW GOOD I PERFORM...IM JUST THE HYPE...
MAN BY THE THE MAN WHO GETTING "HIS" MONEY RIGHT,
TELL ME SOMETHING RIGHT!
I GET WRONG ADVICE BY THE TON,
LIKE ITS IN MY BEST INTEREST
IF THERE LESS INTERESTED IN SEAN!
AND FUCK WHAT IVE DONE...
FOCUS ON WHAT I DIDNT DO,
WHEN IM HAPPY..THEY'RE MAD...
WHEN THEY"RE HAPPY
IM MISERABLE...

Remix Rap to Paris and Tokyo

PARIS AND TOKYO PART 2.....


I LOVE HER...AND I HATE TO LEAVE HER LONELY,
BUT I GOTTA HIT THE FUCKING ROAD WITH MY HOMIES,
I CANT GO TO JAPAN..BUT I KNOW HOW TO DANCE,
HOPEFULLY ONE DAY ILL STAND UP AS THE MILLION DOLLAR MAN,
EATING BURGERS...IM PLUMP, WAS THE SCHOOLYARD PUNK,
UNTIL I CHALKEM OUT WITH PUMP, A COUPLE NIGGAS GONE JUMP..
AND THEY MOMMA SCREAM MURDER,
IM KILLING THEM AND FILLING HER WITH SORROW,
GUNRISE ..GOODBYE..FOR YOU THERES NO TOMMOROW,
I BURN GREEN WITH THE TEAM SINGING BILLY JEAN
WHILE EATING BEANPIES...
IM LOSING CASH JUST AS FAST AS
THE GAS LIGHT GOES OFF ON MY DASHBOARD..
IM SHEDDING TEARS...

The Bed of Arms/ My Heads Alarm

WHEN THE KILLER BEES WERE COMING, I HEADED TOWARD THE SWARMS,
I HAVE YEARNED TO BE HELD IN A BED FULL OF ARMS..
A BED FULL OF ARMS? YOPP...FULLY DETACHED...
FROM PEOPLE PERIOD...I THINK I NO LONGER NEED THAT,
SEE THAT DETACHED ARM...CANT COMPREHEND MY LIES,
NOR SEE MY BULLSHIT...YOU SEE ARMS..DONT HAVE EYES!
NOT EARS TO HEAR..OR A HEART FOR ME TO SCAR,
JUST A SOFT ARM THAT READS DUSEAN DUNBAR IS A STAR!
AND ANOTHER ONE THAT READS..I WILL ALWAYS HOLD YOU...
THESE TATTOED ARMS THAT HOLD ME ARE THE ONES ILL GIVE GOLD TOO...
NOTICE I WANT THESE ARMS...I AINT FUCKING WITH NO SHOES,
BECAUSE LEGS AND FEET WALK AWAY...LEAVE ME WITH NO CLUES.


AN OLD FOOL I AM...I MAKE YOUNG MISTAKES,
TASTED THE TASTE OF LOVE TO THE POINT OF A STOMACH ACHE,
SOME WOULD SAY...FUCK THIS NIGGA! HE SHOULD BE PUNISHED FAKE
PUNK MUTHAFUCKA HE DONE IT..NOW HE SHE GRAB A GUN AND TAKE
HIS OWN LIFE!!!
HE A PILL POPPER? WELL POPPEM BITCH!
"STAND IN FRONT OF US AND SWALLOW THEM AND WE AINT STOPPING SHIT"!
THE PROBLEM IS...THAT I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS...
AND I AINT SEEN THE DOCTOR WHO COULD PROBABLY PROPERLY SOLVE MY QUIZ...
OR TEST OF LIFE...THAT IM CONSTANTLY FAILING,
BUT WHEN EVERYBODY GETTING F’S I GUESS...WHO AM I TELLING?
WHO THE FUCK AM I ACTUALLY RAPPING AND WRITING TOO?
IN MY MIND, ITS YOU IN MY MIND,
YOU IN MY MIND... ITS YOU.

Gasping

THE FINISH LINE WAS TOO FAR FOR OUR UNDEVELOPED LUNGS,
OH SWEET SCENT OF OUR SPRINTS...WE HAD A NICE RUN,
AS THE LEGS OF OUR LOVE GO NUMB..AND CRUTCHES ARE SOUGHT,
ITS OUT OF HAND NOW...BUT WHEN IN MY CLUTCHES...I FOUGHT,
I FOUND OUT TRUST CANT BE TAUGHT...ONLY GAINED AND KEPT,
MAINTAINED TIL DEATH...SAME AS RESPECT,
I’VE DREAMTH FOR THINGS..PRAYED AND WEPT..
GOT MY PRAYERS ANSWERED..FUCKED THEM OVER
THEN UNDER THE RUG THINGS WERE SWEPT,
WELL GUESS WHAT?
ALL THAT SWEEPING HAS GOT ME WEEPING,
THE SWEET SOWING OF THE REAPING GOT A NIGGA DEEP IN...
A MIND FRAME LIKE..."FUCK WHAT YALL HEARD IF IM DEAF",
AND WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER IF A THEIF REPORTS A THEFT?


TO BE CONTINUED.........



ILL FINISH IT SOON... I PROMISE.

By God .. That Man Has Scabs All Over Him!

THE HAPPIEST AND THE SADDEST I EVER BEEN IN YEARS,
MOTHERFUCKERS PUT ON BATHING SUITS AND SWIM IN MY TEARS,
JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE PARK ,WITH THE PAIN IN MY HEART,
ITS PLAIN AS A DARK GLASS THEY HAD NO SHAME FROM FROM THE START,
MUST A MUTHAFUCKER CONTINUE TO CARRY THE LOAD,
TAKE THE BLAME FOR EVERYTHING WRITTEN OR TOLD?
TRUTH OR NOT...
SOLD!
THESE HIGH BIDDING DUMB BITCHES AT AUCTIONS,
BUT EVERYTHING YOU BUY COMES WITH A SIGN
THAT SAY'S" CAUTION"!
I HATE PEOPLE WHO CANT READ BUT DO IT ANYWAY,
OUTLOUD IN FRONT OF CROWDS
TRYNA SOUND SHIT OUT!
BOZO ROLLING IN HIS GRAVE
CUT THAT CLOWN SHIT OUT!
THESE VICTORIA SECRET UNDIES..
CUT THAT GOWN SHIT OUT,
YOU CANT RESPECT THE ROOM IN MY HEARTS HOUSE
THEN GET OUT!
AND TAKE ALL YOUR RAGGEDY NAPPY DRAMATIC SHIT OUT!
I KNOW MY CRIB BOGUS, WINDOWS BROKEN, NO GAS OR LIGHTS,
BUT IT'S FULL OF LOVE AND WATCHED OVER BY GODS SATTELITE!
THIS IS A DAGGER RIGHT? NAW ITS A JAGGED KNIFE,
FUCK IT...WE'LL JUST SAY ITS DUSEANS CLEVER STAB DEVICE,
ONLY IT'S NOT MEANT TO CUT AND CAUSE BLEEDING,
IM USING IT TO SLICE ROPES FROM THROATS TO FREE THE BREATHING,
SEE ITS FREEDOM AN AFRICAN WANTED...THAT WAS THE DREAM,
NOW WERE FREE TO SAY " I LOVE YOUR GIRL"....
LIKE THE DREAM,
SO DISRESPECTFUL BUT HEY...THIS IS WHAT WE EARNED,
THOSE WHO ADJUST TO SMOKE AND FIRE...SHALL NEVER BE BURNED!





AND WITH THIS ....

LET IT BE WRITTEN!!!!

- New Poetry -

IM POSTED, WATCHING EVERYTHING
BUT NOT SEEN..ON SOME GHOST SHIT,
COULDA BEEN BOASTED,
POPPING CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES OPEN
ON SOME TOAST SHIT,
TO VICTORY I APPROACHED THEN COASTED,
BUT NO, I KEEP GLOVES ON AND KEEP BOXING,
FEET BOPPING MEANWHILE THE STREETS KEEP WATCHING,
ME...I THOUGHT I WASNT SHIT TO LOOK AT,
I REMEMBER SEEING WHEN THE PEOPLE WOULDNT LOOK BACK,
I TOOK THAT SHIT TO HEART AND PUT THE BLINDERS UP,
SIGHT LOCKED TO HOP OVER MOUNTAINS WHILE THEY CLIMBING STUFF,
ON ALOT OF MY RELATION SHIP CLOCKS
MY TIME IS UP,
FUCK IT THOUGH..LIFE IS TOUGH,
NOW I FIND MYSELF LIGHTING IT UP
WEED WILL HELP A BIT,
BUT ITS NOT IMPORTANT TO ENGAUGE IN UNHEALTHY SHIT,
I FET THIS WAS IMPORTANT SO MY SPIRIT WROTE IT,
I FULLY HOPE THAT THINGS GET BETTER LET IT BE NOTED.