"Wide eyed and up in arms, my little brother was a solemn one. He always had his quiet corner. Pride of my countrymen, my little brother will be born again. Just give us back our quiet corner. Now go back to the other side of my bed. I’ll go back to the place where you get started. And I’ll sleep, just put the pillows under my head."
"I filled the bucket, I spilled the bucket out on the floor, a mistake for sure. Consequences turned me hostile, I got so saddened, made me docile. Then you applauded when I was loving, made me feel weakened, I stopped recovering. Now I feel silly, selfish and dizzy, but I got this feeling that you’ll forgive me."
My first cigarette was back in Hawaii 5 years ago. My friend was going to Iraq and joked around saying he may never come back yada yada. (He lied) It started being a habit 2 years ago. Rain, coffee, and a cigarette is a common thing in Washington.
"Shh, mami listen. I feel ya love for me baby and how it move through you. I been longin’ for the moment to talk the truth to you. Listen, I’m never home I always get up and go. Puttin’ you through the unnecessary rigamarole. I never meant to put a thousand pounds of stress on ya head. I love the way we sleep and how we always cuddle in bed. Baby, I stay embracin’ ya patience sheddin’ ya tears with me I ask you my mami, please continue to bear with me."
♫ I Wanna Be Down ft. Queen Latifah, Yo-Yo, & Mc Lyte - Brandy
"Yeah, I get exotic with that malotic tune, I get hypnotic with that room but you got to put me down soon. I flip a sideshow if you come my way up down and around even sideways. I’m about as ready as the Lyte can get. We can go all out I ain’t afraid of the sweat, but yet I bet you got the techniques to freak a girl inside out what’s that all about."
"It’s that brown man from long islandin’ shores. Got a way with women, so I get away with yours. Because you’re whole game’s outdated, which leaves all the pretty women heavily sedated. Mummy you can play your ripley’s or believe it or not. I shoot gift like heron with skills of gil-scott. Nights like sir lancelot can get heated prescribin’ your vibe, love, I know how you need it."
"Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk, I’m the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk. Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers, niggaz step up it’s the lyrical worker. The poems that I create ain’t in paper back books, the poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks. My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books, I’m not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops."