So much of American pop culture glorifies ignorance,
But glorifying knowledge will never lose significance,
I used to be independent
With the occasional woman friend,
Then love found me,
And I was cooler than I had ever been,
Foreplay on full display,
I finger fuck patience and peace,
Creating a radiant beast,
If only poetry could speak,
Read MoreIf the world falls apart,
I don’t care,
As long as you are there,
By my side,
And I don’t care how you wear your hair,
Up there or down there,
I’ll walk this journey with you
Stride for stride,
They said I was different,
Lord knows I tried,
Read MoreWhen we get killed by the cops
There is always a debate,
You say they were just following procedure,
That It isn’t hate,
But I spotted the racism at the starting gate,
You discuss our fate over the dinner plate,
A life sentence or a death sentence
Because of my color,
Read MoreShe took just one glance
And it fucked up her whole family dynamic,
The Don is not only larger than life, but he’s gigantic,
The flow is 100% pure, other worldly,
Superior planet,
With the complexion and the stamina
To outlast Inferior stand-ins,
While I was writing paradise,
She was just looking for a good fuck,
After going up and down like a push-up,
I said I was about to conquer poetry,
She said good luck,
Read MoreThere is strength in vulnerability,
That is why you always wanted to chill with me,
Learning how to be at peace with the stillness,
Selective Silence,
When we fucked it was lustful
Projectile violence,
Minds beyond erotic, somewhere exotic,
Bodies on autopilot,
Put you in the figure four,
Our legs locked,
A horseman,
So, the beds rocked,
Read MoreShe had seen a lot of things, so she was not easily impressed,
That was, until she encountered the Don,
Then she eagerly undressed,
Her mental faculty was a complicated fixation,
Our visits to the bedroom were nothing short of amazing,
She predicted greatness in my future,
Taught me with patience like a tutor,
I can’t imagine being sleep IN MY OWN HOME,
Then all of a sudden, I’m shot eight times…
Dead and gone,
Breonna Taylor my heart cries for you,
Police brutality constantly disregards the truth,
Her deepthroat made me believe in God,
I disappeared inside her moonlight,
My back has since healed from the scars,
Fulfilling fantasies in between the bars,
Next book will be strictly for the adults,
If only you knew how many poems were in my vault,
If it was up to 45 the Exonerated Five
Would have been executed,
Yet some of y’all want to focus on the so-called looting,
Rather than the solutions,
Not worried at all about what we are protesting about,
Thanks to the prison industrial complex
Our young men are putting your kids through college,
For many it took a knee on Floyd’s neck
For institutional racism to even be acknowledged,
She misses that sick tongue,
Spitting that wisdom,
Black Sultan Productions
Stands with the underdogs and the victims,
Have fate wondering why God picked them,
Lounging in lyricism
Now you want to profile me
For wearing the very mask our state said to wear,
You hate my Black skin, and my nappy hair,
But most of all you hate the way Becky and Karen stare,
I’m like your worst nightmare,
Black and beautiful,
I can’t imagine coming home to my apartment only to be a target,
Shot at 41 times with only a wallet in my pocket,
19 bullets tore through my beautiful Black skin,
Bullet wounds singe,
As the police brutality and racial profiling wins yet again,
Another bigot grins as it is one less darkie…
She was the type to touch herself when her coochie got wet,
She said I was the greatest,
I said you ain’t seen nothing yet,
This was long before the days of settling down,
The Don had to dislodge more than several rounds,
An officer suffocating a man to death is not political,
It’s murder plain and simple,
Let’s not be hypocritical,
Amazing how quickly things can go from heavenly to tragic,
But as fate would have it,
While you and your sweetie pie were living lavish
Your ex was thinking savage,
Your ex would play the role of saboteur
With intentions far from pure,
Tired of being tired
After another Black man’s life was expired,
They walked the streets,
Saw folks looting, and witnessed a couple of fires,
The city lost its mind,
But at this point in time
They just wanted to unwind,
So I created planets where my brilliance could manage,
Back on Planet Zudo I couldn’t help how the flow reacted,
That, and the Don’s good looks
Kept the hoes distracted,
The Sultan conquered all with well molded tactics,
DeJuan carries on tradition by publishing the dopest classics
Some of yall spend so much time trying to show people
How hard you are,
But in reality,
You are revealing how far away from God you are,
Read MoreIf we hear enough lies,
We won’t recognize the truth,
But still,
I found her buried deep beneath the roots,
She unsheathed my dagger,
Alas, my swagger was after trivial pursuits…
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