Sorry if this is a lil mean but SOME bitches WILL take you there! With that said...ENJOY!
There is one of the type in every bunch... bitch quick to trade pussy for a Mickey D lunch. The man with her is only satisfied cause he got up in her guts....while his wife sits and waits at home... he picking off the fleas for laying up with a mutt. She travels home ass wet dripping... thinking she got a nigga at his best. When he only spent 5.00 and supersized it and his "Wifey" gets the rest. Oh how it must feel ....to be in love with a man that don't even want you for real. He probably told you he did but you know the story..... L-egs O-pen V-ery E-asy and at the family reunion the Misses gets all the glory. You lust for the dude in the worst way.... but it ain't you he loving up on the holidays. Your womb cries out for his baby.... but his baby grows in the stomach of the woman he loves.... are you the runner up....HELL no... not even a slight maybe. He calls you on the sneak...... notice when he is with her the call goes straight to voice mail.... he ain't gone speak. But he got you believing for every time you swallow his nut, that he getting closer to to leaving her.... but if you can get milk free why buy the cow... leave the woman that he loves for what. You get bored and wanna play some high school shit on the phone, which tells the truth of how you need to get a man of your own.... I know you tired of rolling over in the bed alone. Trying to break up that mans happy home.... thinking without her he will run to you. But just think about it.......he might have another trick on the side just like you. Why does all of the ho ho ho's act up round Christmas without fail. Wondering what the wife got when all you got was an e mail...... Bitches funny for real, pussy don't keep a man, he can pay another chick five dollars to get his dick sucked and man if he hungry there's always the dollar menu. So bitch what makes you think, that there is something so special bout you. You probably thinking who the fuck is this bitch to talk about me???? I'm the one you hating on sweety, the one you wanna be... let me spell it out for you... W ummmmm Wifey!!!! Oh yeah thanks again for slobbing on his knob..... girl my head hurt like hell last night I wasn't up for the job! If it wasn't for low life bitches like you, I'd have to work just a little mo' to guarantee me that paycheck.... so I pay homage to you "SIDELINE HO"
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Perception
Best thing since slice bread…….freedom of speech….your freedom to have a an opinion…our freedom to see….our own understanding in any situation….transparent through personal recollections….its truly a beautiful thing…..the power of perception….is a gun really a weapon….or is the owner the real culprit…isn't it true that the gun only reacts to the actions of whomever pulled it….as the bullet leaves the chamber from that of which it's bucked….becoming burdened with evil intentions…as it changes tides with lady luck…migrating in and then out of the human flesh…only then does it Fuck!....with the life of the intended target….making a victim from which it struck….and if anything used to injure….defect…or destroy…is how the word "weapon" is defined…than I'd say that the real weapon is no more than the human mind….feeling like the Legend Mr. Smith….as I single-handedly...try to decipher…a word that's no longer black nor white…where people only see the faults of others…as if their wrongdoings had a justifiable means of being right…sort-a-like…where night is day…but day is no longer bright….like when the moon overtakes the sun….and gets eclipsed by the light….it's only my personal opinion….and I don't mean to be scrooge….but I'm sure that I differ from how Christmas is normally viewed…are we so blind to the fact…..that we can no longer see the right-a-way…celebrating a time of misguided happiness…that originated from a pagan holiday….where men sleeping with men was the only thing received on the 25th…..and they gave their wives black eyes…and bruised bodies….is that considered a gift?….when was He born?...no one is 100% sure of this….but if you believe the Bible…then You too….should see a conflict of interest….Cuz wouldn't most argue that his birth is the real reason they even celebrate Christmas….and I don't mean to preach but that same book….says otherwise….evident from the Sheppard's who saw the angels announcing his birth with there own eyes….which lays claim to the fact that chances are he wasn't born during December….being as though the Sheppard's and their flock wouldn't be present during the Palestinian winters….segregation between our personal beliefs and what we physically see…lie the trick…truthfully I'd never thought I'd see the day where Jesus had to compete with the falsehood of ol' St. Nick….most kids don't care about Jesus' birthday…so long as Santa Claus shows…..and I don't have to go on about something…most people who celebrate the holiday….already know….and as 2008 approaches…….I hope the worlds New Years revolution…..is to have a better moment of clarity….a hi-def resolution….cause if something so simple as the truth…people still neglect to see….than I couldn't begin to imagine…what people think when they see me….can they really see my intelligence….hidden by du'rags and fitted caps…..a personal professionalism…hidden by baggy clothes and eight tatts….a love that rivals my mothers….with a hate that rivals Satan….confidence shadowed by a playful conceitedness….that could never be shaken….a track record of personal accomplishments…that one could never rescind….a determination towards self –empowerment…that could even rival revenge…remembering….if nothing else….to remain as humble as I can….noting the fact that even Jesus himself…washed the feet of another man….praying all-the-while that my humility isn't taken for weakness…but rather uniqueness…..knowing that through some extent…some One will respect me for my meekness….and if not…than I'd wish nothing more than to just fade-away….agreeing with Mary J….that invisibility would be great….realizing that perception is how people choose to view the world around them….being no more than an extension of our beliefs and our opinions….as a pessimist and an optimist view an object…over a time considered lengthy…..as they truly try to decide whether that cup….is half full….or half empty - Syncere
If you haven't read the bible in a while….check out Luke 2:8-11…and read it for yourselves
I'd like to thank everybody for taking the time out of their day to read such a long poem….special thanks goes out to Nae-Nae, Butta, and Brittany…for keeping my blog on and poppin….while I was somewhat down-and-out….I really do appreciate that….and to everyone who kept up with all my work…especially Kerri, and Brandy…more to come very soon….I promise!
If you haven't read the bible in a while….check out Luke 2:8-11…and read it for yourselves
I'd like to thank everybody for taking the time out of their day to read such a long poem….special thanks goes out to Nae-Nae, Butta, and Brittany…for keeping my blog on and poppin….while I was somewhat down-and-out….I really do appreciate that….and to everyone who kept up with all my work…especially Kerri, and Brandy…more to come very soon….I promise!
A Forbidden Taste!
It started with a taste, with enough potential to make me delirious
Watching myself indulge as if I was witnessing an outer–body experience
Trying to understand the addiction between my lips and her skin
Living for the moment, never once regretting, what is now considered a Syn
And even when my lips aren't amongst hers, I'm contemplating on the next time they can be
Forgetting the fact that I should probably stay away as if she was my worst enemy
But if that saying holds true, than I wouldn't move her any further than arms reach
Cause her being any closer, would mean a lethal attachment, to that of a leech
Knowing the consequences can be catastrophic for even the slightest indulgence, such as a kiss
Also knowing that the absence of her presence makes such a taste worth the risk
And so I align myself with the guilt of knowing my first mind I've betrayed
No longer resembling the perfect man, that up until this point, I have portrayed
Realizing that I can never truly have her as I would want, much to my dismay
Being as though, from head to toe, her body could reflect the perfect entrée
And yet its like putting your favorite food in front of you and being asked not to feed
Still I stand there sniffing; hoping her smell alone could fulfill a small proportion of my needs
And even then, I couldn't imagine another smell more enchanting
Like a venom potent enough to extinguish my life, and yet my life I am chancing
Not sure how long I can manage with a taste smaller than a common sample
Understanding Eve's plight, risking eternity for no more than a mere bite from a rotten apple
Rotten in the sense that it should've been unwanted, rather than admired
Being filled with enough desire to not only want, but need to be inside her
Never accepting the fact that to one, such as herself, I should say no more than "Good Ridding"
Accepting the fact that I am addicted to a taste that remains……….Forbidden - Syncere
This poem is actually old......i just never put in on here....so here it is....enjoy!
Watching myself indulge as if I was witnessing an outer–body experience
Trying to understand the addiction between my lips and her skin
Living for the moment, never once regretting, what is now considered a Syn
And even when my lips aren't amongst hers, I'm contemplating on the next time they can be
Forgetting the fact that I should probably stay away as if she was my worst enemy
But if that saying holds true, than I wouldn't move her any further than arms reach
Cause her being any closer, would mean a lethal attachment, to that of a leech
Knowing the consequences can be catastrophic for even the slightest indulgence, such as a kiss
Also knowing that the absence of her presence makes such a taste worth the risk
And so I align myself with the guilt of knowing my first mind I've betrayed
No longer resembling the perfect man, that up until this point, I have portrayed
Realizing that I can never truly have her as I would want, much to my dismay
Being as though, from head to toe, her body could reflect the perfect entrée
And yet its like putting your favorite food in front of you and being asked not to feed
Still I stand there sniffing; hoping her smell alone could fulfill a small proportion of my needs
And even then, I couldn't imagine another smell more enchanting
Like a venom potent enough to extinguish my life, and yet my life I am chancing
Not sure how long I can manage with a taste smaller than a common sample
Understanding Eve's plight, risking eternity for no more than a mere bite from a rotten apple
Rotten in the sense that it should've been unwanted, rather than admired
Being filled with enough desire to not only want, but need to be inside her
Never accepting the fact that to one, such as herself, I should say no more than "Good Ridding"
Accepting the fact that I am addicted to a taste that remains……….Forbidden - Syncere
This poem is actually old......i just never put in on here....so here it is....enjoy!
Friday, December 7, 2007
Diary of a "FEEN"
Life is hard out here. Ain't got no job.... struggling to make ends meet on welfare. I want to tell you my story it starts about ten years ago.....
I was out partying with my best friend Linda and her old man Joe. We were sitting around playing cards sip'n on some ol' knotty head. Joe, spoke - never in my life will I ever forget the words that he said. He said, hey Barbara you down to try something new? I shook my head in agreement, never knowing what I was getting myself into. He went into the room and came back out with a pipe. I was down with that, thought we was gone smoke some reefa right.He pulled from his pockets a few plastic vials. I was still thinking it was grass... shit I aint smoke in awhile. He begins to dump the contents on a plate. The look of greed in Linda's eyes told me, this wasn't a first for her, and she couldnt wait. He sparks it up and tells me to hit it first. So I inhale real deep, let the smoke go - followed by a shot of gin to quench my thirst. I sat in wait trying to decide what this shit was about. A lil paranoid, I'd say but not even close to turned out. From that day we made it our high of choice, an add on to our fun. It was all good until that shit got me on the run. The high didnt last that long. I was out chasing on that next hit real strong. When the money ran out I started selling my shit. Nothing mattered cept that next blast... that next hit. Just when I thought I hit rock bottom - had nothing left. I started turning tricks... and a little petty theft. I lost everything my apartment, my sense of self.. so low down... I prayed for the cops to bust me. I went to Linda for a place to stay, only to get hit with the knob in my ass, cause get this... Joe didn't trust me!!! Out there on my own. Abadoned by my family, lost and alone. After a night of turning tricks...sucking dick, I ran to to the ER cause a bitch was sick. I sat there eight hours.. mad as hell.. straight hell bent. Then the doctor had the audacity to tell me, I was 3 months pregnant. I cried, like a baby unaware of what to do. I am out here smoking this shit, and my baby is addicted to. I cant claim a father, it could have been anyone,, and happened on any given day or night. I wasn't fucking to feel good.. I wanted my fix, I know it doesnt make no more right. But here I sit in the ER cracked out knocked up , no money and no place to stay. I resort to walking the streets all night, and shacking up in someones alleyway. Time started to fly after that.... and before I knew it, it was time to have my son. I was happy in a sense cause he was my first one. But all hell broke lose right after that, he was found to be addicted to CRACK. DYFS stepped in.. Im alone again, I want my baby back. I checked myself into the nearest roach motel. Hey they call it a shelter but I cant tell. I found a job, while running from getting high. I needed to be clean to get my son back, so I atleast had to try. Six months later, urine negative of any narcotic, barbituates, opiates or alcohol. I was coming for my baby, I left it all. I was able to get an apartment with the help of my Dyfs worker. I'd probably be back on the streets if it werent for her. I went down to the supermarket, me and my baby. I saw someone who looked just like Linda, but I thought I dont know that lady. Til she walked up to me like we were still so tight. Talking that hey Barb shit, asking ME for a place to stay for the night. Unlike her, I didnt turn my back. Its my belief that people are still human, on or off crack. Long story short she robbed me blind. Probably the same shit I would have done to her and Joe when I was in that state of mind...... I didnt sweat it shit was going alright for me. Until one night, I needed a break and decided to go out and party. I took one drink, and got brave enoough to think one hit aint gonna hurt, I did this shit before... hmpf how you gonna tell me. One night, one hit and it was on again. My house became the place to be..... crowded day and night with my so called friends....... I might not need to tell you what happened next, for some strange reason my job stopped giving me checks. They aint saying a mother fuckin thang.... so I went down to welfare. They sent me a check for three twwenty, and some food stamps.....shiiit its money I didnt care...... Well all of that leads up to this very day, its the first of the month... and a mothers bout to get her pay. I will talk to you soon, I got more to tell right after this blast. or maybe somewhere in between. I am loving getting high, dont matter who's supply.... Im a crackhead... and this is the Diary of a Feen
I was out partying with my best friend Linda and her old man Joe. We were sitting around playing cards sip'n on some ol' knotty head. Joe, spoke - never in my life will I ever forget the words that he said. He said, hey Barbara you down to try something new? I shook my head in agreement, never knowing what I was getting myself into. He went into the room and came back out with a pipe. I was down with that, thought we was gone smoke some reefa right.He pulled from his pockets a few plastic vials. I was still thinking it was grass... shit I aint smoke in awhile. He begins to dump the contents on a plate. The look of greed in Linda's eyes told me, this wasn't a first for her, and she couldnt wait. He sparks it up and tells me to hit it first. So I inhale real deep, let the smoke go - followed by a shot of gin to quench my thirst. I sat in wait trying to decide what this shit was about. A lil paranoid, I'd say but not even close to turned out. From that day we made it our high of choice, an add on to our fun. It was all good until that shit got me on the run. The high didnt last that long. I was out chasing on that next hit real strong. When the money ran out I started selling my shit. Nothing mattered cept that next blast... that next hit. Just when I thought I hit rock bottom - had nothing left. I started turning tricks... and a little petty theft. I lost everything my apartment, my sense of self.. so low down... I prayed for the cops to bust me. I went to Linda for a place to stay, only to get hit with the knob in my ass, cause get this... Joe didn't trust me!!! Out there on my own. Abadoned by my family, lost and alone. After a night of turning tricks...sucking dick, I ran to to the ER cause a bitch was sick. I sat there eight hours.. mad as hell.. straight hell bent. Then the doctor had the audacity to tell me, I was 3 months pregnant. I cried, like a baby unaware of what to do. I am out here smoking this shit, and my baby is addicted to. I cant claim a father, it could have been anyone,, and happened on any given day or night. I wasn't fucking to feel good.. I wanted my fix, I know it doesnt make no more right. But here I sit in the ER cracked out knocked up , no money and no place to stay. I resort to walking the streets all night, and shacking up in someones alleyway. Time started to fly after that.... and before I knew it, it was time to have my son. I was happy in a sense cause he was my first one. But all hell broke lose right after that, he was found to be addicted to CRACK. DYFS stepped in.. Im alone again, I want my baby back. I checked myself into the nearest roach motel. Hey they call it a shelter but I cant tell. I found a job, while running from getting high. I needed to be clean to get my son back, so I atleast had to try. Six months later, urine negative of any narcotic, barbituates, opiates or alcohol. I was coming for my baby, I left it all. I was able to get an apartment with the help of my Dyfs worker. I'd probably be back on the streets if it werent for her. I went down to the supermarket, me and my baby. I saw someone who looked just like Linda, but I thought I dont know that lady. Til she walked up to me like we were still so tight. Talking that hey Barb shit, asking ME for a place to stay for the night. Unlike her, I didnt turn my back. Its my belief that people are still human, on or off crack. Long story short she robbed me blind. Probably the same shit I would have done to her and Joe when I was in that state of mind...... I didnt sweat it shit was going alright for me. Until one night, I needed a break and decided to go out and party. I took one drink, and got brave enoough to think one hit aint gonna hurt, I did this shit before... hmpf how you gonna tell me. One night, one hit and it was on again. My house became the place to be..... crowded day and night with my so called friends....... I might not need to tell you what happened next, for some strange reason my job stopped giving me checks. They aint saying a mother fuckin thang.... so I went down to welfare. They sent me a check for three twwenty, and some food stamps.....shiiit its money I didnt care...... Well all of that leads up to this very day, its the first of the month... and a mothers bout to get her pay. I will talk to you soon, I got more to tell right after this blast. or maybe somewhere in between. I am loving getting high, dont matter who's supply.... Im a crackhead... and this is the Diary of a Feen
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
SORRY????
Every time sorry crossed your lips, I waited for the next time you would disrespect me. But I let time settle my nerves never thinking about how this was going to affect me. So I carried the burden, my heart so heavy. I tried to forgive but my thoughts wouldn't let me. I can't count the times I have heard the words I'm sorry, truth is...at some point sorry won't be enough to make good. Sorry won't make every wrong right...sorry never promises to put trust back... sorry won't rekindle that ounce of love loss...sorry doesn't stand for the misunderstood...
Think back to when love was new, the things you said that you would never do? You said you would never hurt me, you said you would never lie...I deemed that as bull from the first time you made me cry. Sorry was there then too...taunting me with untruths and I decided to still love you. You took a piece of me every time you mistreated me...you made my heart numb... And now I can't trust you no further than I can smell you...and you wonder how come????
I tried to be what you needed...I sacrificed for you....You asked me to change...I became someone I'm not, and you mistreated her too. What could you have wanted from me...what could I have done...how could I have stood out as your special "One". You got me thinking back now...stupid written all over my face. Scarred into my soul so deep...time can't erase.
What can you say now but "Sorry"...sorry won't heal these salted wounds. Sorry won't dry the fountain of tears...as I drown on the inside...the whispher in my voice never to resound!!! Sorry that I can't forgive you because my heart has lost its generosity...sorry when I cared for you... you didnt know how to love me...SORRY!
Love means never having to say your sorry??? While that being absurd in my mind...cause nobody's perfect...Sorry will not always be enough. Like I tell my son...If you don't right the first time...there is no need for sorry later. Don't be sorry...If you love someone don't let sorry be the biggest words in your relationship...it runs out...and at some point sorry is not gonna be enough...think about it...
Think back to when love was new, the things you said that you would never do? You said you would never hurt me, you said you would never lie...I deemed that as bull from the first time you made me cry. Sorry was there then too...taunting me with untruths and I decided to still love you. You took a piece of me every time you mistreated me...you made my heart numb... And now I can't trust you no further than I can smell you...and you wonder how come????
I tried to be what you needed...I sacrificed for you....You asked me to change...I became someone I'm not, and you mistreated her too. What could you have wanted from me...what could I have done...how could I have stood out as your special "One". You got me thinking back now...stupid written all over my face. Scarred into my soul so deep...time can't erase.
What can you say now but "Sorry"...sorry won't heal these salted wounds. Sorry won't dry the fountain of tears...as I drown on the inside...the whispher in my voice never to resound!!! Sorry that I can't forgive you because my heart has lost its generosity...sorry when I cared for you... you didnt know how to love me...SORRY!
Love means never having to say your sorry??? While that being absurd in my mind...cause nobody's perfect...Sorry will not always be enough. Like I tell my son...If you don't right the first time...there is no need for sorry later. Don't be sorry...If you love someone don't let sorry be the biggest words in your relationship...it runs out...and at some point sorry is not gonna be enough...think about it...
REDRUM
Here's a lil something I wrote some months ago...and like about 50% of my poems...THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO ME! NOT SUICIDAL, PEOPLES! lol With that said, ENJOY...
I walk into the light feeling an emotion so divine. At ease with myself, unsure of my state of mind. This place I can't decipher...It could be my heaven or my descent into hell. Here alone no signs of inhibitants, again I wonder where I am, so I continue into the light fearing the worst but only time can tell. Am I breathing? I place my hand across my heart. There is no rythm, I motion to scream for help, hearing no sound when my lips part. Could it be? Was fate really this unkind to me? I fall to my knees begging God to answer me...but the silence of the dead was even louder than my pleas. Accepting the fact that I am dead, I remember my child and how he must feel. To know that anger lead him at one time or another to wish me dead and to wake and find it is real. Who could have done this or did I die by natural cause. What took my last breath and brought my life to a pause??? Pictures of a different time, flashed in the corners of my mind. A smile, a feeling of comfort, a smell, the face of someone that I knew all to well. Then it all came rushing back in a vision vivid as hell...for better words plain to see. I died of a broken heart, it was love that murdered me!! I remembered that night clearly when he walked out the door, he told me stay away...he didnt love me no more. But I thought I had dealt with it...I thought I was ok. I told him I wouldn't breath without him, but I never thought I would pass away. Then another vision came...my body shivered...I lost my will. There on the dresser by my bed... iquor and sleeping pills!!! Then I begin to recognize the place. From a fear that now has a face. Im alone, MY OWN personal hell! Murdered by love... and no one to tell!!
I walk into the light feeling an emotion so divine. At ease with myself, unsure of my state of mind. This place I can't decipher...It could be my heaven or my descent into hell. Here alone no signs of inhibitants, again I wonder where I am, so I continue into the light fearing the worst but only time can tell. Am I breathing? I place my hand across my heart. There is no rythm, I motion to scream for help, hearing no sound when my lips part. Could it be? Was fate really this unkind to me? I fall to my knees begging God to answer me...but the silence of the dead was even louder than my pleas. Accepting the fact that I am dead, I remember my child and how he must feel. To know that anger lead him at one time or another to wish me dead and to wake and find it is real. Who could have done this or did I die by natural cause. What took my last breath and brought my life to a pause??? Pictures of a different time, flashed in the corners of my mind. A smile, a feeling of comfort, a smell, the face of someone that I knew all to well. Then it all came rushing back in a vision vivid as hell...for better words plain to see. I died of a broken heart, it was love that murdered me!! I remembered that night clearly when he walked out the door, he told me stay away...he didnt love me no more. But I thought I had dealt with it...I thought I was ok. I told him I wouldn't breath without him, but I never thought I would pass away. Then another vision came...my body shivered...I lost my will. There on the dresser by my bed... iquor and sleeping pills!!! Then I begin to recognize the place. From a fear that now has a face. Im alone, MY OWN personal hell! Murdered by love... and no one to tell!!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
S.T.D. (Stop The Drugs)
How come close can I whisper in your ear?
Let you know my life, my love, even my fears
Enter my world penetrate my mind
Dig deep until you find
Find what makes me laugh, what makes me cry
Listen close to the flashbacks that caused my insides to die
Boom-Boom, Boom- Boom, two heartbeats sound
Screams, cries, ring the alarm, I’m free no longer bound
Look down here I am hello to you all
Welcome to the ups, the downs, the slips and the falls
Hush little baby don’t say a word
You can quiet but my voice will be heard
Snake like my bite is venom and my moves are swift
So don’t try me or you will get bit
Type A, Type B, I’m type A at its worst
Blessed with creativity stress is my curse
I’m ADHD constantly on the go
Focus I can’t my mind’s constantly on the go
1-2-3 months damn time flies
1-2-3 men in that time go bye
No baby it’s not you it’s me is what I say
I may love you tomorrow just not today
So yea I can’t fathom monogamy does that make me bad?
If it does 2 words, so sad
Yea I have anger issues what do you want me to do?
I fight, I scream, I yell, the hell with the boo-who
Hate it or love it I often erupt in anger for no reason
But like a bipolar individual it comes and goes quicker than a season
And when change comes love is there
I love harder that anyone could ever dare
Hush little baby don’t say a word
You can quiet but my voice will be heard
Snake like my bite is venom and my moves are swift
So don’t try me or you will get bit
Problem child, Problem child, feed me drugs make me a statistic
Take your medicine before you go ballistic
Blasphemy release these restrains from me at once
Let my creativity explore and let me hunt
For I am music because music is me
Its beats are my path, they are my journey
Its melody is the pace, the pace of my flow
Its lyrics are my guide it’s all I know
Because when I was alone words were all I had
And from that a marriage was formed with my pen and my pad
They knew my pains, my laughs and my fears
And from my pen bleed my tears
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Fuck that I need to be heard
Counsel me all you want, feed me pills
You can try all you want but you can’t stop what is my will
My heart is my life
My music is my love
My anger is my fear
And once the drugs came my insides died because life, love and fear were no longer near
Let you know my life, my love, even my fears
Enter my world penetrate my mind
Dig deep until you find
Find what makes me laugh, what makes me cry
Listen close to the flashbacks that caused my insides to die
Boom-Boom, Boom- Boom, two heartbeats sound
Screams, cries, ring the alarm, I’m free no longer bound
Look down here I am hello to you all
Welcome to the ups, the downs, the slips and the falls
Hush little baby don’t say a word
You can quiet but my voice will be heard
Snake like my bite is venom and my moves are swift
So don’t try me or you will get bit
Type A, Type B, I’m type A at its worst
Blessed with creativity stress is my curse
I’m ADHD constantly on the go
Focus I can’t my mind’s constantly on the go
1-2-3 months damn time flies
1-2-3 men in that time go bye
No baby it’s not you it’s me is what I say
I may love you tomorrow just not today
So yea I can’t fathom monogamy does that make me bad?
If it does 2 words, so sad
Yea I have anger issues what do you want me to do?
I fight, I scream, I yell, the hell with the boo-who
Hate it or love it I often erupt in anger for no reason
But like a bipolar individual it comes and goes quicker than a season
And when change comes love is there
I love harder that anyone could ever dare
Hush little baby don’t say a word
You can quiet but my voice will be heard
Snake like my bite is venom and my moves are swift
So don’t try me or you will get bit
Problem child, Problem child, feed me drugs make me a statistic
Take your medicine before you go ballistic
Blasphemy release these restrains from me at once
Let my creativity explore and let me hunt
For I am music because music is me
Its beats are my path, they are my journey
Its melody is the pace, the pace of my flow
Its lyrics are my guide it’s all I know
Because when I was alone words were all I had
And from that a marriage was formed with my pen and my pad
They knew my pains, my laughs and my fears
And from my pen bleed my tears
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Fuck that I need to be heard
Counsel me all you want, feed me pills
You can try all you want but you can’t stop what is my will
My heart is my life
My music is my love
My anger is my fear
And once the drugs came my insides died because life, love and fear were no longer near
Sunday, December 2, 2007
DIARY OF A BITCH!!!
HEY I'VE DONE THE DIARY OF A CRACK HEAD, PIMPSTRESS(posted), GLAMOUR CHICK.... BUT MAN, A BITCH IS A BITCH.... LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT ALL PLAYS OUT.
She wakes up in the morning scheming, the kids screaming...looking for a way out. Thinking a nigga, who's a lil bigga gon' bail her ass out...hmpf she must be dreaming. Kids off to school time to get dressed, calling Tyrone...he doesn't pick up so she gives it a rest. Nothing to do all day, fuck the dishes...so she holla's at her chics Keisha and Nay Nay. They bring the coronas and a smoked off blunt...half way high they go on the hunt. Bitch need a new pair of shoes, so she calls baby daddy...hittin him up to pay his dues. He know that chic better, she tryna ride him for pampers...while she lays up when the kids in school. She gets mad, cuz he on her like ice to a cup....he puts her shit out there, so she puts the dial in the closet, and hangs the fuck up. What to do next...except act like the the tramp she is and trade money for sex. And she pretends, like no one's on to her trend...she's a good girl, still, with a wicked ass rep. Styling like a model, knowing all the while...she ain't even good enough for a mama to accept. Chics behind her, mo' bitches to have her back, and what are they good for...absolutely jack. Telling her shit like girl he ugly but dis nigga got big time money...So you gettin dressed to get dissed cause he ain't got nothing but dick for you honey!!! So she goes on making this shit a full time life, cant get a real nigga to deal with her cause everyone knows she triph!!!! Tight ass skirts and curves that kill, can't get a job cause dick sucking is her only skill!!! At a point she develops that attitude that says I don't give a fuck...but in all reality she realizes her ass is stuck. Anger is prevalent, her life is irrelevant...done fucked so much...she stuck with that forty year itch...So to make her self look like she know what she doing she adorns the title BITCH!!! The meaning Being In Total Control of Herself....or so she says, got niggaz lined up in dozens at the Board of Health.... Yeah she a bad bitch....with mad reasons to cut you....Best beware before her beams are on you...Bitch...I got the real meaning:
B-aller hunting, wont never have shit for self
I-n the crowd looking for a down dude to bring her wealth
T-rying but failing to be a Diva
C- rying in her loneliness, truth is no one needs her
H-appy never, steady giving up her goods, for promised treasures...the average man sees through her...a killer will see her ass in a ditch. But she thinks she has it all, and can get more... the simple mindedness of a BITCH!!!!
PS5: sorry if this offended anyone...I didn't think anyone but a true B.I.T.C.H. would be offended...sooooo maybe u should be offended if you are! lol hmmm...
She wakes up in the morning scheming, the kids screaming...looking for a way out. Thinking a nigga, who's a lil bigga gon' bail her ass out...hmpf she must be dreaming. Kids off to school time to get dressed, calling Tyrone...he doesn't pick up so she gives it a rest. Nothing to do all day, fuck the dishes...so she holla's at her chics Keisha and Nay Nay. They bring the coronas and a smoked off blunt...half way high they go on the hunt. Bitch need a new pair of shoes, so she calls baby daddy...hittin him up to pay his dues. He know that chic better, she tryna ride him for pampers...while she lays up when the kids in school. She gets mad, cuz he on her like ice to a cup....he puts her shit out there, so she puts the dial in the closet, and hangs the fuck up. What to do next...except act like the the tramp she is and trade money for sex. And she pretends, like no one's on to her trend...she's a good girl, still, with a wicked ass rep. Styling like a model, knowing all the while...she ain't even good enough for a mama to accept. Chics behind her, mo' bitches to have her back, and what are they good for...absolutely jack. Telling her shit like girl he ugly but dis nigga got big time money...So you gettin dressed to get dissed cause he ain't got nothing but dick for you honey!!! So she goes on making this shit a full time life, cant get a real nigga to deal with her cause everyone knows she triph!!!! Tight ass skirts and curves that kill, can't get a job cause dick sucking is her only skill!!! At a point she develops that attitude that says I don't give a fuck...but in all reality she realizes her ass is stuck. Anger is prevalent, her life is irrelevant...done fucked so much...she stuck with that forty year itch...So to make her self look like she know what she doing she adorns the title BITCH!!! The meaning Being In Total Control of Herself....or so she says, got niggaz lined up in dozens at the Board of Health.... Yeah she a bad bitch....with mad reasons to cut you....Best beware before her beams are on you...Bitch...I got the real meaning:
B-aller hunting, wont never have shit for self
I-n the crowd looking for a down dude to bring her wealth
T-rying but failing to be a Diva
C- rying in her loneliness, truth is no one needs her
H-appy never, steady giving up her goods, for promised treasures...the average man sees through her...a killer will see her ass in a ditch. But she thinks she has it all, and can get more... the simple mindedness of a BITCH!!!!
PS5: sorry if this offended anyone...I didn't think anyone but a true B.I.T.C.H. would be offended...sooooo maybe u should be offended if you are! lol hmmm...
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