Pretty

Blue suede hangs low
Over crushed velvet forests
On a Carolina day like today

China smiles spread smoothly on the lovely woman's face
Spicy buds smooth the scene out lovely
Right away

Close looks reveal wonderful secrets hiding
Like neat brown lips reveal a sweet vagina
These are the days

When the clouds only shade the sun
And leave a silhouette glowing behind them
Feel it, see it, and enjoy young world

If a lawnmower shreds your rosemary bush
Breathe deep

My eyes see past the epidermis
on every skin this planet offers
The world is a sight to see

People live on highways marked with
rectangle signs in black and white
endless lines of yellow, green, brown and white are their horizon

I see horses behind plain wooden fences
Wow
Some people have horses
Some people never see a horse, or ever think they'll ride one

People dont come in spades or diamonds
We only do what suits us

Motorcycle gangs zoom past
hoopdies that blast lil wayne
leather blows through the wind and bandanas hang
Neither pipe shoots flames
they both blow exhaust
that floats and coughs
Under streetlights
Like midnight trains
Loyal women on both sides mirror the same

The world is a sight to see
Through slick shades and sick glasses
Pears and hourglasses
Six packs and beer bellies full of molyasses
Lips, cheeks, eyes, eye lashes

Truly,
anything appreciated fully is attractive
Even bad shit
The key is to isolate the bad and look past it
And when you unlock that trick

Everything is pretty as hell

FURY!

Stupidity is risk with no reward
Lies and smiles frolic on one accord
Put your hands to something idle cuz the devil is bored
Put fellowship and compassion on your list of chores
Kick over buckets of blood and never mop the floor
Pick up a bucket
Drop two tears in it
And call it war

I got this dream of a beautiful world from the dollar store
It cant be worth much more
It festers like an open sore
Stinks like rotten meat

Stony roads become gravel driveways under colored feet
Turn your head sideways and tell me what you see
Twisted or not
Its all the same to me

Out the window goes a wak cd
And the dreams of a young man
Just like me
Smack
On the hard concrete
Dreams are too abstract when you're too busy to sleep
Seems like God is not even there when you're too busy to care
Knees get weak when you're too busy for prayer
Getting fat
Too hungry to share

A baby told his mother he doesn't wanna smile
If i knew then what I know now
I would still say the same thing
The world needs its pamper changed
We just shit on each other and let it dry
Dark stains on the fabric we're all held together by
The stench will make you do more than cry
Makes me wanna holler
Young Nathan McCalls screaming
I GOT LOTSA GUALA
While our mothers live in squalor
The Wall Street Journal told me life is trading lower than the US dollar

Monkeys wear big T-shirts huh?
Ok, and dogs wear collars
I found a thief when I scratched that liar
I looked past that fire in his eyes
I saw his horns I saw his teeth
Through his thick, sick, slick smile
The front of his t-shirt read talk is cheap
The back said cut your wrist down the highway, not across the street
and these devils are the only ppl I meet

I found a copied sheet
Of the Good Doctor's speech
It stank like rotten meat
Somebody balled it up and threw it away

A sophomore told me live for the day
They dont let bums in the buffet
They cant pay
And now that I've read the rules
I dont wanna play
Cut your wrist up the highway, not across the street

All I see is a future bleak enough to make the crystal break
But all they see is a fortune
They tell me "fix your face,
this is great,
love is in the air
let 'em asphixiate!"
Cover your nose
I got some shit to say

They can smell me all the way in South Africa, Australia, the Phillipines,
Same shit,
different day,
just heard the toilet flush a different way
Whole world in disarray but its okay
Pick up a bucket, drop two tears in it, and call it war

Write fellowship and compassion on your list of chores
Kick over buckets of blood and never mop the floor
The world is the devils playground
Steal, kill and destroy
And even he is getting bored
And the hood aint even the same no more

And that shit makes me angry

J's

Fresh pair of Air Jordans
feeling like I'm walking on a cloud
Proud signature strut
as I swag so loud...(they know I'm a balla)

Either I'm getting taller
or you're getting smaller
I cant tell
Because either way, I'm never looking down

Blow by you with my tongue sticking out
AAAAAAAAH
Thats just my style
and I'm gone with the wind like Chicago

They ALL know I ball
number 1 like 2345
Pass it
the metal shine when you peel off the plastic

Classic
Like the red and black 9s
Sometimes I dream
That he is me

I dream I move
I dream I grove
Like the flyest player ever
Its gotta be the shoes

Intoxicating

I never drank a single thing
Til I was 18
Even then it was smooth drinks
blended by my boo
spilling on tennis shoes
after summer days
under shades that made me feel so cool
before long steady hugs in sweaty clubs
preceding more than ready rendezvous
At twenty it was booze
with bad news rag-tag crews
with matching custom hats and tattoos
White Owls had us howling
as moonlight hit hoopdies
full of prowling young wolves wilding
but making moves
drop top Audi's and Yukons on shoes
Made us kings
Crowned by chrome
blinging after a daily clean
of the brake dust from the day preceding off my twenty twos
At Twenty Two
Its warm white wine
With my night time flings
half full glasses on nightstands
nothing to prove
Stages of all shades
and swagger in spades
different damsels different days
different views
A stony gaze
at skies in stony grays
fused with the lifting
of 40 ounce brews on lonely days
as tattoos fade in with the skin
homeys are few
Sweet brown liquor
loosens the sullen mood
or shots of white brighten the gloom
on topless nights
in gentleman's clubs
A young man rumbles
throws money and stumbles
grinning at the buzz
Drunk on love, life, life and love