Street Life

Don’t be playin’ them too close to you; trust no stranger,
Keep yah money in your damn socks; around here there’s danger,
Don’t be runnin’ your fuckin’ mouth; people’s a game-changer.

Always be reppin’ and steppin’; don’t mean-mug without reason,
Be strapped and ready with a knife; it’ll be some goddamn open season,
Follow gang code whether in or out; break the code and it’s fuckin’ treason.

Real snitches get stitches and fall in ditches; bitches just screamin’ and gettin’ shot,
Get in jail and do your damn time; don’t act out like a pussy and be put in a slot,
Anyone wrongs the top dog or the gang king; they get smashed and left alone to rot.

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Dearest, BPW OP

People come in for easement,
Yet certain people get unfair treatment,
Someone got on an agreement,
Simply to be stable to chat as a requirement.

How the fuck is that fair,
We were harmless as a strand of hair,
Now it’s up in air,
There’s no way to repair.

Do this to us all,
We already bawl,
Drive people up the wall,
Yet someone had the gall.

Can there please be equality,
You have the capability,
There needs to be a level of adaptability,
A union of logicality.

Addicted to power,
Maybe you should take a shower,
Think about this for a hour,
Then apologize and give us a flower.

So much similarities to Trump,
Being a chump,
Put people in a slump,
Can you just stop being a grump?

Get the fuck out,
Before we get in a bout,
All your bullshit you spout,
I hope you get slapped by a trout.

Where was the warning,
You’re trying to be daunting,
It’s not even morning,
But we’re yawning.

I am sick of your shit,
Being unfair to a brit,
Getting your tit in a nit,
You are seriously unfit.

Keep Walking

Feeling a little too out there,
Voices bothering me a little,
Replaceds giving me the stare,
But I’m not brittle.

Just need to hang in there,
One moment to the next one,
Standing in the sun’s glare,
Easier said than done.

I must keep going,
Staying on the path,
Time is flowing,
Let there be no more wrath.

All will turn out okay,
I must believe in that.
Keeping everything at bay,
No more combat.

Growing Out

Finally experiencing happiness,
Having more steadiness.
It does come and goes away,
Even so – it’s still okay!

Reality isn’t always in stone,
Not always in the zone.
Beliefs clash and match,
Either causes delusions to hatch.

Just coming out from basically hell,
Needing medication to be well.
Pills used to be suspicious,
Now I realize it’s not malicious.

Realizing the presence of delusions,
Understanding that it’s hallucinations,
Yet they are still within reality,
Trapped in this mentality.

Feeling actually more me,
But still a long path to see.
Strong enough to fix what’s wrong,
Along with a illness that’s lifelong.

But no matter,
Either mad as a hatter,
Or completely stable,
I’m still able.