sophistagangstaratchet

some of these hoes just bout the show--get
me im here for the dough---check
so when u speak on this hoe----vet
wadrobe got that swag though---next
vodka all in my cup--wet
diamonds all on my bez--set
G's all on my belt--fresh
Beyonce all wit my weave--tress
MAC beating my face--dress
spikes all on my heels---step
why u smokin that mid?---stress
quality of my greens---best
nigga all on my line---pressed
hit em all wit that swerve---text
unless i need to get served--sex
early morning that gym---flex
late nite that club--sweat
trackstar on the go---get
never scared to throw blows--deck
daddy told me dont fold--'spect
so I aint worried bout those--'chets
reaching for what i aint hold--yet
state to state every hood--yes
seem like my pass is still good--bet
bitch like me gotta eat---mess
skrimps all on my plate--guess
goose all in my bed---rest

practice makes perfect

fizzle fizzle pop pop --purple purple drip drop, slow time.....tick.........tock .....slow mind...but dont stop. click click .....the heels... fox trot......click clack......the steel..my glock. i squeeze once and breathe deep....adjust grip.....repeat.  i may doze but cant sleep.....it feels cold but warms me.  so loud my headaches.....hold steady..... aim strait.  sheet one the warm up.......sheet two lost love....sheet three just because......the sulphurs......the fresh smoke....slow sip.....good dope. Rapid fire to the right......i feel tense....but its alrite.  shells drop.....he reloads my body froze....i contemplate.......breathe once squeeze twice........fake friends...i squeeze thrice......kickback is a beast.  i lock wrist......deep squint...move back twenty from ten...a fan spins in the background.  steady....bitch get steady , we got 29 more to blow.  For the fake niggas.....for the two face bitches.....for the dirt ass weed....reload....for role im given...for the living.......for the dead.....for the memories that haunt my head.....for my regrets....for my dreams.....for my failures....for my needs...for my heart...reload....for my hurt....for my struggle.......for my work.....for my days....for my nights....for my brother....for my life.....for my abuelo....for my sabrinos...reload...for my naivete....for my ego.....for my innocence...for my future...for the fuck of it.....for the luck of it....for my unanswered prayers...for my fears.....breathe bitch breathe...my heart is racing a million miles an hour inhaling the stale air filled with toxic powder...i exhale.

Acceptance not manditory

I'm ten toes down in my truth holding my square, in the midst of ghetto bitches with taco meat edges and long Brazilian hair, the game aint fair, but the game is life---so who's to say in anyway who wrong or whose right?..... Right? We own the night, vampin, as we say--- in it to win it and spend it everyday, we don't play fair we dominate, but you aint bout that there---so you gotta hate. Designer we got the finer carbon fiber liner on Forgiato tires fireplaces with gas fires---fences fountains and floodlights that'll blind ya--- see that wrist he a shiner---see them shoes she a grinder--the blade simonized her.  A few instructions and the streets corruption can make something so beautiful appear ugly in its dysfunction but it means nothing when all  you touching turns to gold, its just........sometimes....the nites are cold. dreams and nightmares at the same damn time blessed by the God and D'evils in the same damn signs, feeling like a motherless child gripping an iced out rosary tattooing holy scrolls on me praying for the person i supposed to be praying he illuminate this road he chose for me praying he watch over me, strolling a ---green mile......No church in da wild.  The joke like even my plates round cause squares cant be down unless it holds shoes, bills, or comes with surround sound.  A twisted mind on an endless grind with limited time sips of vodka lime sits and twist a dime activist wit sprite is fine but i would much rather lean cuz my purse is too heavy.  With broken hopes and hardened hearts we all play our part, My tears could break the levy...my years make me feel heavy....my initiation was due to frustration disguised as determination wrapped in desperation seeing as my station was keeping me stationary.  Dancing Bears.......So when the train stopped in front of me I hopped on it humbly everything numb in me pretty sure I was in the caboose aka the trains ass but I would work up to first class cuz its sumthin in me.  Lets take the long ride I got brains I got pride and one way ticket.  There is no regrets only knowledge school of hard knocks call it the corner college, and this collage of faces and places cold steel bracelets courtrooms and court cases most never make it beyond the place where they started.  Others are dearly departed resting in paradise crap shoot roll the dice, I wonder if Tupac was right and heaven really got a ghetto.  I wonder if you could walk a mile in my stilettos.....Top of the morning.  Throw on my Jordans and they still might not fit..... even comfortable as this you still hear the hiss of the judgmental whispering of your wasted potential but confused in your mental cause you just left the jeweler with twelve racks.  Cup size looking like a Double D sitting in Wing Stop trying to cut a side deal on the wings with the cook in the back cuz you want some shit for free.  Real shit You probably wouldn't know how to act. Real shit You probably be paranoid you'd get jacked.  Real shit You wont jump off the porch like that cuz is takes Cohnes and all I really know is you aint built like that.  I take the good with the bad a little angry a little sad boil it in a pot with a whole lot of I DONT GIVE A FUCK.......the next day I get up and .......
I'm ten toes down in my truth holding my square, all I'm saying is this ............respect my edges bitch.

curse the sunshine

As I reluctantly rise from my bed so begins another day.....this wretched rainbow--beauty of ombre reds and golds slowly unfolds before my swollen eyes inducing a reality that i despise. In my house is silence. Between sips of tea, between thoughts of he, between memories of we I am slowly dying.  Creatures of the sky perch and chirp singing songs to celebrate your awakening I am deaf to thier melody. I hate you...for that day.  For that morning you rose just the same knowing you would bring me pain. I wish you had given me a clue ---- maybe rose with a different hue, perhaps even never risen at all.  Yet you stood tall in all your grandious splender displaying your burning embers boldy anouncing your presence failing to remember that without him you mean nothing to me.  You want me to love you but I dont.  You want me to lay beneath you half naked soaking in your glow but i wont.  I curse you.  I curse you for illuminating the world that extinguished his light. Then you rested like it was alright, and awakened the next day in just the same way basking in your own magnificence completely ignorant to the fact that he stayed sleep, eternally.  Seeing you is burning me inside cause he died and your still here.