Well on this, Saturday afternoon
waking up late and bumpin the baddest tunes
the bobby womack from the evening past that made shawty swoon
and break me off with the poon
still played in my college room
the situation i wake to had me dazed and confused
am i sill fried? peeling my eyes to reveal and I find
that cutie pie boo that slept by my side, had been dipped
switch up the mood, father Marley describes
the Natural Mystic involved causing flaws in the vibe
in these times
its hard to decide, whether shawty was slime
or whether she was a victim of an innocent crime
oh well
although i thought our spirits were intertwined
maybe her ancestral energy stepped in and declined
and it sucks
between the sluts and the cluckers who kick it to get lifted
the best of women show love in lesser percentages
the black community is similar if you think of it
singing i got my brothers back and then stab you in it


I woke Friday, feeling whatever,
despite the nice and sunny weather
Im still trapped in the spirit of a lesser
without a notable oppressor, i struggle against the conjecture
feeling mentally beaten by moral lectures
my celly on the dresser, at 326 I
missed a text message from this chick vanessa
she tells me the college life is better
and wants to know whats goin on cuz its been forever sinse my last letter, well i dont tell her the truth cuz i dont wanna stress her
i just leave her with a peace and said I respect her for how she handles pressure
blessed her like i used to, back in the days
when we were coo coo for each other
and talking to her seemed more, fruitful
then thought Id go do something useful
but why when every time you try to be positive cops just try to come and shoot you
petty minutia, I move up to rise above
but its seems my phoenix wings dont wanna do what they does


It was a Thursday, evening my demeanor in public
was real angry, i had eaten something beating my stomach
god, damnit, i suppose had a nigga been smarter
i wouldve know the double cheese was bad, they sold it for a dollar
blowin my high
good thing that i got some mo trees but if i smoke another one
then Imma'na have to proceed to go feed my face again
and cant take the chance
im posted but cant hold up my stance
cuz i gotta hold my pants
up with my smokinghand
left hand bizzy
with a thing, got that ill swing vibe she real city
and still strictly
cocoa medina, queen of sheba
blessed be the creature how she keeps her sexy features
delectably unique she freak, but thats nothing to speak of'
just know she got that hot pocket on preheat cuz
but i digress, lost in the stipulations of our conversation
pondering greatness under the awning at the marta station
please pardon my clause of extended conversation
but darlin Im fond of ya
i wont prolong this situation
i really wanna give ya some bodily stimulation
like a dissertation but in the form of a dick invasion
...so by my lonely I build, by my lonely is where i born knowledge when ciphers get still and by my lonely get ill
by my lonely i smoke
life aint a game, but it is an inconsiderate joke, with no love