POETRY

SUGAR WATER

Two generations removed from the struggle

But still you bullshitting

No longer on Crocker Road

But you still chasing chickens

Instead of chasing dreams

For the struggle you a fiend

Light brighter than a motherfucker

But you refuse to beam

Refuse to shine

Trapped behind that slave ass mind

Ignorant to the obvious

You running out of time

Still sipping on Boones Farm

Instead of turning that sugar water into wine

Scared you gone turn to salt

If you cross that County line

Scared you gone turn to salt

If you cross that County line

FERTILIZER

Southern trees bare strange fruit

Rotten from the inside out

Casualties of false realities

Nurtured in fear and self loathing

One by one they fall

Bitter and bludgeoned

For the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree


LIFE BOX

I want my money back

Nobody told me it was broken

There aint no sign up

No piece of tape across the coin slot

No nothing

Why didn’t you say something?

You watched me put my quarter in there

You aint open your mouth

It must have taken your money too?

RUNAWAY

They got the heat on in the house but I’m outside in the cold

Last slave left on the auctioning block

Master decided he gone keep me after everybody else been sold

So now I’m a field nigger, a house nigger

Overseer and Uncle Tom, Master love me best

He fuck me then say he love me

So I guess you can call me his mistress

They got the heat on in the house but I’m outside in the cold

Last slave left on the auctioning block

Master decided he gone keep me after everybody else been sold

Guess I’m gone have to runaway


TALKING SHIT

Either you in or you out

You not gone be going back and forth

Close that damn door you letting flies in

Shit…

You not gone be running round in here neither, you hear me?

You gone get somewhere and sit your ass down

Sit your ass down

Shit…

I don’t know what time your momma coming to get you?

Don’t ask me again

Round here running my damn pressure up

Damn it…

She didn’t feed you before she brung you?

I’m not about to cook nothing

There some light bread in there, fix it your self

Hell…

All my children grown I don’t have to put up with this…

I love you too baby

Hug my neck before you go

When you coming to see grandma again?

YOU GOT IT

I’m gone smile like Denzel in Malcolm-X when they come for me

Sick of trying to be the head nigger in charge, you got it

I don’t wanna be the H.N.I.C.

I just wanna be free…

Is that too much to ask, not to be down to my last for once

Go pass go without having to go straight to jail

Sleep at night like normal folks and stop pretending I’m well

When I ‘aint…

Momma proclaimed me highly favored but I hardly feel loved

Don’t know the last time I actually “felt” a hug

Shrug…

Feeling like a kid caught in the act ‘cause “I don’t even know”

How the hell I’m supposed to feel, when my heart bled out a long time ago

Slow leak steady seeping since ’97

Can’t say this what I bargained for or even close to what I wanted

God asked me if I was mad, I said ‘naw I’m just disappointed

Told me I’m destined to walk through the wilderness like Moses

See from atop the mountain like King

But I may not get there with you?

Still just another deer thirsting for water at the stream

Guess I’m selfish for feeling my life should mean, something to me

Other than a friend, a lover, or a shat on baby brother

A father/uncle, a Sunday school lesson, bragging rights for my mother…

I’m gone smile like Denzel in Malcolm-X when they come for me

Sick of trying to be the head nigger in charge, you got it

I don’t wanna be the H.N.I.C.

I just wanna be free…

 

POETIC POTION

His mental matriculations seduced me

My train of thought lost in his mind

Slowly he penetrated my cerebral

As his tranquil tones transcended time

He gave birth to rhythm

His lips kissed creativity

Overwhelmed by his presence

My world engulfed in his reality

I tried to grasp his catastrophic concepts

As I plummeted, an abyss of emotion

Possessed by passion he proceeded to travel

Into the very depths of a metaphoric ocean

Enticed by his intensity

Devastated by his devotion

I consumed of his essence

I drank of his poetic potion

And damn that shit was good!

GROWING PAIN

Inundated and mis-uneducated

Build a bravado generation

Quick to regurgitate and emulate

Without knowing the motivation

Nor understanding the how, what came to be

Just hell bent on finding a means of meaning something

Anything is better than being a we

Fu-gee-la la la ringing in your muted ears

Probably never heard of Carter G

Knowledge, something you Google not gain

No first person story

So you let K-Dot explain

Refrain

I often do, to contain my distain

Rather than chastise, exhale, I seek to explain

Same topic, same discussion and conclusion

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame

That boys will forever be boys

When dey convinced dey already is a Man’e


WALK OF FAME    Thought outside the box and got boxed in   Dreamt I’d see my life in lights…  Live and in living color   But got out foxed when…  I chose my soul, over a goal   Integrity over celebrity   Pissed off   Rather than pissed on  Money the motivation, true   But legacy the mission   The treasure I sought   The water I thirsted    To wipe the bitterness  of the drought   Out my mouth…  All men are created equal   Given the same chances   Via varied happenstances   The near sighted   Bifocal-ed point of view of the few  Who’ve amassed enough to divvy penances   And reparations    Back to the brown backs that shouldered nations   But only if you ask nicely…  Thought outside the box and got boxed in   Dreamt I’d see my life in lights…  Live and in living color   But got out foxed when…  I chose my soul, over a goal   Integrity over celebrity    Pissed off   Rather than pissed on   Money the motivation, true   But legacy the mission   The treasure I sought   The water I thirsted   To wipe the bitterness of the drought   Out my mouth….

WALK OF FAME

Thought outside the box and got boxed in

Dreamt I’d see my life in lights…

Live and in living color

But got out foxed when…

I chose my soul, over a goal

Integrity over celebrity

Pissed off

Rather than pissed on

Money the motivation, true

But legacy the mission

The treasure I sought

The water I thirsted

To wipe the bitterness of the drought

Out my mouth…

All men are created equal

Given the same chances

Via varied happenstances

The near sighted

Bifocal-ed point of view of the few

Who’ve amassed enough to divvy penances

And reparations

Back to the brown backs that shouldered nations

But only if you ask nicely…

Thought outside the box and got boxed in

Dreamt I’d see my life in lights…

Live and in living color

But got out foxed when…

I chose my soul, over a goal

Integrity over celebrity

Pissed off

Rather than pissed on

Money the motivation, true

But legacy the mission

The treasure I sought

The water I thirsted

To wipe the bitterness of the drought

Out my mouth….