His-story

She gave him the gift that keeps on giving

So he just trying to keep on living

Had to explain it to his siblings

But he can’t even understand his feelings

Doing his best to cope with it

He gets higher than the ceiling

He pop pills and smoke dope with it

He probably about to be evicted

He can’t work as much as he used to

Can’t keep his grades up at his new school

He has so much he’s going through

But he wears designer clothes and a smile to fool you

Blind Mass

 

I looked within myself and I haven’t been common sense

They try to tell me Jesus was white like I don’t have common sense

Built a fence of knowledge to block out the ignorance

So unless they aim for my brain the shots won’t penetrate my defense

But why do pastors treat the churches like addicts, huh?

Its like they’re the dealers and the congregation’s the customers

If the masses come together those on top would be under us

Their words force your mind to travel so get off their bus

Create your own routes and go wherever you wish to be

They say it’s the blind leading the blind but I disagree

I think the people haven’t realized they have to open their eyes to see

-Too Distinct the Poet

Untitled

Always and forever, right?
Hearts are forever ice
Cold as the arctic
Whenever you dealing with hardships
Your brain driving you insane you know where you can park it
Thoughts of me when you roll up and spark it
Or sipping liquor or whatever
One conversation and our ties were severed
Cut entirely off like a quadriplegic
Said you could have all of me but you didn’t believe it
Guess now I know to stay at home like Lebron in Cleveland