The decree

i'll let you touch you can touch my waist my thighs i'll even let you inhale my sighs ill let you hold me unfold me dance with me enhance in me touch my breast my fingertips that trace a line on my back as you lay on my bed kiss me kiss my forehead my cheek everywhere on my body memorize every part except... for the fact that i wont let you too close to my heart i've seem to have lost the lock at which your attempts will surely be blocked you can feel my skin taste my sins you can do it over and over and over again you dont see but i need you to see that i just wont let you close enough to hurt me title of the song this will be the first and last time i'll sing this sad heartbreak story where it all starts with boy meets girl girl meets boy hearts are caressed then hearts got destroyed its a 1+1=2 a 2-1=1 simple pain new rules nothing but wind and blood inside of me so whats the point of being invited lets just have our bodies united just go ahead and have my legs divided so i can get you excited start you up get you ignited but after you need to go this affair isnt subsided with falling in love i've fucked up messed up been the mistress then the witness to all that is an 808 and heartbreak so for now, i'll let you whisper in my ear let you touch my arm touch my leg kiss my neck but understand the law that i decree that i'll never let you close enough to hurt me.

Land of no kings

Bury me in Philadelphia As long as he would come visit my grave Just like the fog his love began to fade Fade into a once upon a time To a time of another time To a new distraction and mystery so damn fine You see, He was from Oakland I was from the sand dog The sex was right Yet the situation was wrong My mind fully sober Running on $4 and some change And I wish I could change My mental like I change my physical To the next Nigga with no intentions Just the attention of the illegal practices we endured A once upon a time in a dirty motel room of unmade promises of lust then love But what is love When you don't love yourself Yet you love what's between the thighs And the blooming of resentful lies To one man I could never fully understand A man trying construct his own plan A man .... Fighting trying not to sink in his own sand I just wanted to understand At least Give him my hand Yet this is the land The land of no kings until I rest with my king A peasantry of a story Peasantry of a girl Of a woman Of a queen Living in the land of no kings Raised without a king There's just no such thing Until I rest With the king

soul sessions: 9:59pm

whenever i feel like givin up whenever i dont feel like being seen or touched like im some kind of infection whenever i walked in the wrong direction youre right there i cant escape that stare oh baby what is it with you why do you care got me singin hes always in my hair in my high pitched voice ive tried everything push you this way push you that way no you go that way close the door stay away Ill lock the door Cause I don’t want you to see me But baby you always had the key And you know sooner or later my screaming My defense my flinches All my body clinches Always disappears when your hand is never to late to catch my head before it lays on your pillow and then then im in heaven I get memory loss Losing my painful memories And the reason why I was yelling And swelling your ears with all that bullshit You say you aint going nowhere… with that voice Got me blinking twice trying to remember if I had a choice And oh lord, its been a while since I ramble about a man on paper Got me not caring on paper Got me saying things on paper That I could wish I flow to you through paper Cause youre always in my head I fight you cause I love you I push you cause I want to hold you longer I defend myself from you cause I know you aint no good But youre so good at the same time Please baby, change my mind Let me know theres hope cause im writing Like im in love again And maybe I just am Thank you

the corner

I cant remember the last time I smiled

the last time I really meant for the curves on my lips to dent

i've concluded to losing that file

im in a trench on a no man’s land

im fighting a battle with an empty gun and no plan

i guess writing this is a start to get me out of this sinking sand

oh lord, I forgot how to smile

forgot how to love

forgot how to hold someone the right way

I forgot the words that boil in my heart and forget what to say

I confuse my day with night and night with day

Ive lost my mind and forgot how to pray

so ill start by writing this

I use to be good, real good

the words id write seeped into their drinks and cold ice

while they took a sip and understood

oh If I could just bring it back

back on track

id maybe remember how to mend this crack in my confidence

if I could bring it back

id remember how to love myself and be bullet proof to any attack

I forgot to escape and still be sober

forgot to feel young instead I feel older

I have no more oxygen to blow away these fears

but im sick of depending on someone to supposedly

kiss away my tears

my foundation has cracked like ground zero

torn down and silent

im the refugee walking around but not looking for a hero

not anymore

Im still here for a reason and I really cant seem to figure why

so the new mentality is to keep on moving

to keep on crying

to keep on hustling

to keep on trying

to keep holding on

to stay strapped up

head up like a pledge line

don’t let them break your line

your path

let the vultures circle up in the sky

that’s all they know

its their only craft

that’s all they remember

but I will remember

Ill remember how to smile

Ill get my nose out the corner

Ill drop these invisible fees I hold against myself

Ill love again

Ill open my eyes to see

I just have to get out of this room

but wheres the key?

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cinderella (that nigga)

Waiting for that nigga

You know… that nigga

The one that gets me to drop my armor

Before I put it up

The one that gets me to cut that bullshit about how they all the same

With one finger to shut me up

I aint waiting

Im not anticipating

Just floating, maybe hoping…

Ah fuck it

Im fine alone through these four walls

But I keep hearing whispers of how someone is gonna

Break these walls and have them fall

So that nigga can come to me and finally say

I can have it all?!

This poem corny as shit and in a min

I gotta get ready for work

And this fantasy ish..has got to quit

But damn u stay on my mind

And I don’t even know what you look like

When you’re in my dreams your face is blurry

So I try to re-wind, re defined fast forward..something!

but u vanish, then I somehow manage to get my ass outta bed

but never out of my head

you’re my Cinderella, my lost treasure

and the road to finding you is in

nothing but the smallest measures

I don’t know your name

your face

Your laugh

If your heart is tore

Don’t know your credit score

But I crave for you and I want more

So yeah maybe I am waiting

Maybe anticipating

But the thought of you makes me happy

Its hard sometimes being alone all the time

but there is hope to the existance

of real love with no crimes

And youre the nigga

That nigga

The one where it it started to a hey hi

and it killed me to say bye

then it went to a like love and no one else was above

now you got me hoping praying

maybe even saying... i do??

whoa, jus the thought of exchanging these rings all the way

to our dying day where i can see ya pretty wings

…type of love

That nigga

The nigga

That tears my list of structural plans

That nigga

Wait no…that man

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we werent supposed to hold hands (parental advisory)

we werent supposed to hold hands

this accident slipped

the floor being so wet

something like the tip of my tongue glisten on your neck

id get mine

youd get yours

we followed 1 law 1 rule

and it was to never open that door

you know, that door

where we belong to each other like the air

i breathe belongs to my lungs

where we fall in love and its obvious

in the pores of our skin that we're that damn sprung

the moment came so fast and then my hand slipped into yours

and then we snapped back to reality

eyes big and shit

its getting late and you need to go

maybe we should push the stop button before

this goes into the deep

before love starts to creep and seep right under

your skin

we were just supposed to perfect a sin

a sin that began with 2 empty hearts and

fill it with the comfort of artificial pleasure

i dont want love but ive recieved it with every stroke

and frustration you grind into my back

i dont want your care

but ive got it when you simply

brush that one little strand of hair off my eye

then its eye to eye

then back to a structure of clothes back on

then the executive good bye

lights off

then lights on

back to life

back to reality

back to the formality

of the hustle but its ironic

that im writting this at work

when i was suppose to drop the feeling

so drop it

im letting it go and getting back to

my precisive plans and it doesnt involve

ever again

holding your hand....

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this tree

that tree is the same tree you obey

that tree is the same tree you decay yourself for

you are the slave to the money that you

bleed

breathe

and break your back

everyday of your life

that tree is the history

my forefathers rested on

yet that tree is the strife

the end of a colored life

that my forefathers hung from

that tree is family

a connection

a church

a distant praise to the lord above

its a beautiful disastrous confusion of creation

this tree is our respriration

this tree is death

it grows with our pain

it grows with our tear along with the rain

growth from the beautiful risk taking

quiver of a trumpet

the beautiful song that wrapped around the bark

that permanetly has keep their mark

without this tree the blessings wouldnt prevailed

without this tree the books would be empty with

no story to tell

without that tree there be no history

i wouldnt appreciate my kinky naps

that the women before me had to deal with

that damn hot comb

that sizzles close to that scalp

just so our hair could look one half step closer

to a european

i wouldnt comprehend

that tree is the road to

freedom then to freedom

of breaking away from

one chain to one chain

the same chains that reigned

around the ankles of my ancestors

coming to the land of the free....

oh how sweet the sound

that this is tree is still here

to watch the constant

destruction

seduction

of hate, ignorance and obstruction

this tree is love

music

peace

a story

a journey to the glory

with each leaf as the

beginning of the beautiful story...