My parents ran a residential rehabilitation center. The basement of the first house on Thirty-five Chestnut Street was home for me as a newborn. When I was a kid my life seemed to have no adventure and felt completely void of characters. It wasn't as vivid as tales spun by addicts in search of recovery and a personal Jesus. Back then I didn't see contradictions and complications as a process of human maturity. Time taught me that Life is tragic, hope filled, explicit, and blessed ...
Oct 30, 2009
all day
The pen is mightier than the sword they say/so I solemnly swear to take aim all day/you say my pops is like a father but you ain't no fucking brother/pack my clips to the tip to fill your hips all day/taking my kindness for weakness/wanna slap you but you sweetness so I'll be sitting in the percent wit the pigs all day/while my aura has you running I'm from the lower all day/got niggaz who smack wit toolies cuff chains and puff wit mollies my nigga I'll say again we from the lower all day/don't force my hand cousin I'm a resourceful nigga/if my shooter don't wanna shoot I'll gladly squeeze that grip all day/ask my mom to pray for him and told God to talk to 'em/shit'll get dark to 'em put a spark through em/ya head is dripping got blood up on ya Pippin's/still puffing on that pipe you fucking joke/all day/peace to Champ in that Champion hoodie/he'll vouch when I almost jigged that cat wit the screwy/church said I was screwy/spirit drifting like buoys/this is spit in ya face/muthafucka/hok-tuey
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My favorite line: "you say my pops is like a father but you ain't no fucking brother"
ReplyDeleteAlso "hok-tuey" is great! lol