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I Just Need to Write

The boiling pressure point of excruciating heat of problems and the internal beef of solving them overflows my cup of life

It tightens my vessels, clenches my fists

I’m ready to balden my feelings of the situations

But burns and scalds compounded over time has added interest

APRs of waling out and disinterest

The overwhelming feeling and the pain that engraves so deep

So unbearable, my soul had a fright for my life, so before I flip on someone or think about hurting myself,

Yo, dogs, give me a pen- I just need to write.

Inks in sync with my anger, hurt, frustration, my family’s deterioration

Only my pen can extend the emotion revved in my heart to a combo of words expelled onto paper

Helping the reader grasp my dampened soul

Lies, regret, even learning the rules of the game includes a mold of vernacular, expressions, and adjectives to picturize

Men vs. women sides of things like how to reach the skies of love

Skies so high only love can fly, beyond the limits

But what happens when that sky is missed and rocks and dirt are the substitute, the delay of trusting again

The heartbreak music sang, the crushing feeling of being cheated on for 5 of 5 years …I don’t need to talk, I don’t care to fight

Yo, dogs, I just need to write.

I hate when people act like they real when they’re not

Otherwise they’d take what’s theirs and ask for what’s not

Sexual pleasures for self, not respecting a micro drip of dignity and worth of the chic, forgetting the emotional torture of forceful commands and aggressiveness

Left to feel like a Queen stripped of her crown like the dirt beneath the cracks in the ground

I only know the results, not others’ intent

My pen keeps me sane and lets me vent, keeping me sound and adherent to the laws of life

So, I won’t get locked up from murking one of these dudes

Give me a pen, dogs, I just need to write.

I feel. I write. I think.

Cause if I feel, then think, I probably wouldn’t write

The thoughts of revenge, anger, betrayal and spite would land in the back of my brain called crazy

So instead of my eyes getting hazy from hurt that phased me, I keep my feelings hostage, taking my vehicle called Pen down the road called Paper to create a path of sanity that leads to a better mentality

The mentality of expressing, no blacking out

Well, I am Black so maybe a little acting out

Strong emotion causes me not to know what’s wrong, what’s right

So keep a pen in my hand and no one’ll get hurt

Yo, dogs, I just need to write.

Blatant Misses

Another day, Another tie, Another shirt,
flirtin wit this 9 to 5 that won't pay me what I'm worth.
half my mind is perturbed enthusiasm's a blur
and I can't make sense of what came first was it the liquor or the curb.
So like liquor distilled in a rocks glass I'm like a nigga standing still watching his life pass
watching me.
A cup ah clear makes it hards to see so I'm probably pondering my latest quandry
why lack monoply? Would I be sloppily squandering aristocracy gathering fast cash
commitin a highway robbery.
I'm a gentleman not much of a hard-rock life ain't even that much of a hard-knock but I'm sick.
In my M.J. dayz but should be benched for throwing bricks the prime-time of my age wishing I could freeze my wrist.
Picture that or Rather this
To co-exist; donating my bottom dollar to a moment in time bliss.
I think timeless, 10 years from now pissin out the same fix it be the story of a future King who got his name frisked.
Oh the irony!!!
Kings with bum mentalities are paupers who think they've made it but it ain't where you from its where your aiming; I've been around long enough to see where lack of hustle takes men
the slaughterhouse of failure where it slays them;
No name a damn shame is how it paints them, defeat is not my destiny but I feel my faith wavering.
At a days end I sit with a drink and think I should be higher; In fact I should be so high out of sight out of spite the atmosphere would cut my air supply Why?
Cuz I'm simply so dope I should be dead, but I've been dupped by monotiny to becoming synthetic instead.
But my head is indecent exposure; scrutinizing smut, drinking booz, and wheezing blacks if I don't try something to fill theses gaps I'm reminded of my setbacks.
Turned off by living below the average line so I did the impossible and converted a nickel trick into a dime.
As I wiped the mud off her cheek with the sweat of my brow she beamed at me, Immediately I got an erection, noticed a slight change in her facial expression that reflected mine, quietly she thought to herself its about time, I told you things would change if you treated me better instead you thought I was out to get yah.
At that moment I pulled her close and carressed her; As a sign of endearment, gently I bit her lower lip sweet, supple, and thick like apple pie on a cumulus cloud.
Thanking GOD I kissed the sky.
Felt a breeze in her
smile like a ray of sunshine seen on the slit of her lips, full tits like pomegranites I've been longing to kiss; bottom shaped like an apple plucked from the tree of life.
To sum into one word shorty was effortless.
And as if reading my mind she whispered touch me, desirefull I approached
to grant her request, unabashed I unbridled my tongue to massage the fruits of her chest.
Till the the words "live forever" permanently stained my breathe.
We menaged wit the real,
stress,
and consistency
I told her she wasn't a regular chick to me she was a kin to me
She said no I'm the love you put into me
Now day in and day out I give her the stroke off my back
this dime I'm talking bout is life and everyday we climax.


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		The Black Plague FOREVER What is forever? Who ever thought of that word? The concept that something can have no end. That something as silly as love can be around that long. You know she promised to love me forever, but never really did start loving me. Who wants to love forever anyway? There’s no such thing. Who amongst us have seen it? Not me, not you. Maybe God knows, but how could he know if he hasn’t been around forever? I mean, you would have to have been around forever to have seen it. But if God has seen forever then forever has an end, or maybe God invented time. And if God invented time than he also invented the past and the future. But if time was fabricated then there is really only the present. To be loved right now is what I want. Don’t talk to me about the future because it doesn’t exist. I only know that the past is gone and the future is not promised. Love me right now is what I say. But again love from you is an illusion. It is like talking of an enchanted forest in the middle of the projects. You know…. taking a risk with you even though frightening makes me feel alive. The shine from your smile and the hurt from your absence toggle in a seesaw battle that elevates my very soul. To hurt and to heal is a part of being alive is it not? But I don’t want to take that chance with you anymore because it hurts. It hurts to think of you lusting away at our trust. Digging your way into my hate. Separating ballads of joy and blues with painful melodies of deceit. You see I’ve come to realize one thing. If I am the only one who is to love, then there is nothing alive about our love, and there is nothing real about our future. It is only a bitter sweet dream and I am slowly but surely waking up. The Black Plague



		Blatant Misses I Just Need to Write The boiling pressure point of excruciating heat of problems and the internal beef of solving them overflows my cup of life It tightens my vessels, clenches my fists I’m ready to balden my feelings of the situations But burns and scalds compounded over time has added interest APRs of waling out and disinterest The overwhelming feeling and the pain that engraves so deep So unbearable, my soul had a fright for my life, so before I flip on someone or think about hurting myself, Yo, dogs, give me a pen- I just need to write. Inks in sync with my anger, hurt, frustration, my family’s deterioration Only my pen can extend the emotion revved in my heart to a combo of words expelled onto paper Helping the reader grasp my dampened soul Lies, regret, even learning the rules of the game includes a mold of vernacular, expressions, and adjectives to picturize Men vs. women sides of things like how to reach the skies of love Skies so high only love can fly, beyond the limits But what happens when that sky is missed and rocks and dirt are the substitute, the delay of trusting again The heartbreak music sang, the crushing feeling of being cheated on for 5 of 5 years …I don’t need to talk, I don’t care to fight Yo, dogs, I just need to write. I hate when people act like they real when they’re not Otherwise they’d take what’s theirs and ask for what’s not Sexual pleasures for self, not respecting a micro drip of dignity and worth of the chic, forgetting the emotional torture of forceful commands and aggressiveness Left to feel like a Queen stripped of her crown like the dirt beneath the cracks in the ground I only know the results, not others’ intent My pen keeps me sane and lets me vent, keeping me sound and adherent to the laws of life So, I won’t get locked up from murking one of these dudes Give me a pen, dogs, I just need to write. I feel. I write. I think. Cause if I feel, then think, I probably wouldn’t write The thoughts of revenge, anger, betrayal and spite would land in the back of my brain called crazy So instead of my eyes getting hazy from hurt that phased me, I keep my feelings hostage, taking my vehicle called Pen down the road called Paper to create a path of sanity that leads to a better mentality The mentality of expressing, no blacking out Well, I am Black so maybe a little acting out Strong emotion causes me not to know what’s wrong, what’s right So keep a pen in my hand and no one’ll get hurt Yo, dogs, I just need to write. Blatant Misses Jerry Laroque Another day, Another tie, Another shirt, flirtin wit this 9 to 5 that won't pay me what I'm worth. half my mind is perturbed enthusiasm's a blur and I can't make sense of what came first was it the liquor or the curb. So like liquor distilled in a rocks glass I'm like a nigga standing still watching his life pass watching me. A cup ah clear makes it hards to see so I'm probably pondering my latest quandry why lack monoply? Would I be sloppily squandering aristocracy gathering fast cash commitin a highway robbery. I'm a gentleman not much of a hard-rock life ain't even that much of a hard-knock but I'm sick. In my M.J. dayz but should be benched for throwing bricks the prime-time of my age wishing I could freeze my wrist. Picture that or Rather this To co-exist; donating my bottom dollar to a moment in time bliss. I think timeless, 10 years from now pissin out the same fix it be the story of a future King who got his name frisked. Oh the irony!!! Kings with bum mentalities are paupers who think they've made it but it ain't where you from its where your aiming; I've been around long enough to see where lack of hustle takes men the slaughterhouse of failure where it slays them; No name a damn shame is how it paints them, defeat is not my destiny but I feel my faith wavering. At a days end I sit with a drink and think I should be higher; In fact I should be so high out of sight out of spite the atmosphere would cut my air supply Why? Cuz I'm simply so dope I should be dead, but I've been dupped by monotiny to becoming synthetic instead. But my head is indecent exposure; scrutinizing smut, drinking booz, and wheezing blacks if I don't try something to fill theses gaps I'm reminded of my setbacks. Turned off by living below the average line so I did the impossible and converted a nickel trick into a dime. As I wiped the mud off her cheek with the sweat of my brow she beamed at me, Immediately I got an erection, noticed a slight change in her facial expression that reflected mine, quietly she thought to herself its about time, I told you things would change if you treated me better instead you thought I was out to get yah. At that moment I pulled her close and carressed her; As a sign of endearment, gently I bit her lower lip sweet, supple, and thick like apple pie on a cumulus cloud. Thanking GOD I kissed the sky. Felt a breeze in her smile like a ray of sunshine seen on the slit of her lips, full tits like pomegranites I've been longing to kiss; bottom shaped like an apple plucked from the tree of life. To sum into one word shorty was effortless. And as if reading my mind she whispered touch me, desirefull I approached to grant her request, unabashed I unbridled my tongue to massage the fruits of her chest. Till the the words "live forever" permanently stained my breathe. We menaged wit the real, stress, and consistency I told her she wasn't a regular chick to me she was a kin to me She said no I'm the love you put into me Now day in and day out I give her the stroke off my back this dime I'm talking bout is life and everyday we climax.



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