How Five Years Became Life

Inmate # 98561-768 KahLeef Jenkins

My government name is KahLeef Jenkins, but I go by Leaf. I have been locked-up for two years now. I came to prison on a five-year bid for distribution of a controlled substance. I killed two men about three weeks into my sentence. Now, this will be my home for the rest of my life.

To make a long story short, I have always been exceptional in math and science. I made straight A’s in high school and as a result I got a full scholarship to college. I graduated in three years with a degree in Computer Science. I got a job at Dell as a Web Designer a week after graduation. It didn’t take long for me to rise through the ranks within the organization. All of my hard work in school was paying off. I owned a home, two cars, and I paid off my parent’s mortgage all by the age of twenty-seven years old. Life was great! Things started to change for me around 2002. The dotcom boom was over and the industry was slowing down. The large bonuses that I had grown to depend on to support my lifestyle stopped coming. I got laid off in 2004.

I went to see my old friend Quinten the day after I got laid off. Quinten and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We played sports together from elementary through high school. He went to U of H on a scholarship to play football. Unfortunately he blew out his knee during spring training his freshman year and could not play again. He did not trip though; Quinten just came home and dug into the drug game.

He was sort of leery about my proposition at first, probably because we had not seen each other in years. After I broke it down to him about losing my job and not wanting to give up my lifestyle, he agreed to help me get things going. Within a month’s time I was moving big weight. I had a hard working crew and I did not have to touch any work. Time went on and money was good. Hell, the money was better than when I was working a real job. I had been in the game for about two years and I had over a million dollars hidden in my mother’s house.
Then I got the call from Quinten. He said that he received a call from the Feds about his business dealings. About a week later I was sitting in court with three niggas that were supposed to be down on the team pointing their fingers and running their damn mouths. Quinten ended up with ten years, I got five.

I ran into Chris my first day in the joint. Chris and I used to get pussy together back in the day. His little sister practiced her falatio technique on me everyday after school in junior high. Chris was one of my main hommies before his dad moved them up to Dallas. It just so happened that his cell was on the same block as mine. It was good to have a soldier inside with me, so I thought.
We began to kick it like we did when we were kids. Chris’ cellmate, Smoke, had a connect on drank, so it was an everyday thing for me to go up to their cell and get toasted. We would play chess and tell stories about when we were coming up in the hood. We got drunk every night for three weeks. Then it happened.

One night I went up to Chris and Smoke’s cell after dinner. They had a full cup of drank waiting for me when I came in, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. We began to drink and toast to our youth. After my first cup was done I felt a little throwed but I poured up another one. I got about two gulps of my second drink down before everything went black.

I woke up on my stomach in my bunk around five in the morning. My asshole felt like it was on fire. I rolled over and sat up and began to vomit all over the floor. After that, I had to take a shit, so I sat down on the toilet. The pain was so intense that I almost passed out. My asshole felt like someone tried to split it with a knife. I could not even wipe my ass when I was through. I got up and before I flushed the toilet I noticed that there was blood all in the bowl. I hobbled back to my bunk and eased down on the side of my hip. The pain was almost unbearable. I began to retrace the night before. I remembered drinking with the fellas and then…that full cup of drank. I thought to myself, “Chris and Smoke put something in my cup!” The anger was so intense that I forgot about the pain in my ass until I jumped up. “Oh shit!!!” It was even worse than before. I could hardly walk. The only thing I could do was lay back down and think about what happened. Unbenounced to me, my cellmate had been watching me the whole time. He jumped off of the top bunk with this fucked up grin on his face. He bent down and said, “Welcome to the club baby…” Then he walked over to the toilet and took a piss.

After a few hours I was able to walk around the cell and hold the pain. I made it through morning check and I skipped breakfast and went to the infirmary. The doctor told me that my ass was torn open and it needed stitches. He said it was a good move on my part to make them wear condoms or I would be a lot worse off. “What the fuck?” It hit me like a freight train. “Those muthafuckas raped me!” They knew that I wasn’t down for none of that “botyboy” shit so they drugged me and raped me. I couldn’t think of anything but death. I asked the doctor if he could give me something for the pain and he gave me some Tylenol. I limped back to my cell and began to plot my move.

I’m a good-sized dude but I knew that I could not take both of them out at the same time. I had to find a way to immobilize one of them from jump, then I could punish the other one. I stayed in my cell all day and through dinner. I began to make my way up to Chris and Smoke’s cell around six. I stopped by this dude named Paco’s cell and gave him a pillowcase containing everything of value that I had except my Tims. In return he gave me two hits of cocaine, a shank, and a razor blade. I snorted the cocaine before I left his cell. It took about two seconds for the pain to disappear. Then I hid the shank in my waistband and put the razor blade in my mouth, like we used to do back on the block. When I got to their cell, they were already drinking. Chris was sitting with his back to the cell door. Smoke saw me come in and pointed at me to get Chris’ attention. Chris turned and smiled at me.
“What up Leaf?” “I see you finally up. I hope you ain’t mad about last night…better us than some nigga you don’t know.”

I looked over at Smoke and he smiled at me and winked his eye. I don’t know what pissed me off more, my poor judgment, or their punk-ass rapist actions. But my rage was almost uncontrollable. I moved to within a step of Chris’ face as tears began to roll down my face. I bent down a little as if I were rubbing my ass; I was really reaching for the shank. Once I had it in a tight grip, Chris and Smoke were as good as dead. In one quick motion I brought the shank from behind my back and buried it in Chris’ eye socket with all of the strength that I had. It happened so fast that Smoke had no time to react. When I moved on him he was watching Chris flop around on the floor. I hit Smoke in the throat with a hard right, then I tried to push his nose into his brain with an open palm as he sat back holding his neck. He was out like a light as he fell to the cold floor. I then moved my attention back to Chris. I walked over to him and began to stomp on his head over and over and over. I stomped until the blood turned grey and his skull was caved in. After that, I walked over to Smoke and gave him the same greeting. By the time the guards got to the cell I had cut their dicks off and flushed them down the toilet. Blood covered me and everything in the cell.

My attorney had me plead temporary insanity. The prosecuting attorney wanted to give me the death penalty but the judge called both attorneys into his chambers and came out with a verdict of life. My attorney told me that the judge said that no one could fault me for my actions after what they had done the night before, but he had to uphold the law.

Fat Albert inspired short

Hey…Hey…Hey…
It’s Big Supa!!!
And I’m gonna write a rhyme for you
And we gonna burn us a sweet or two
We’ll have big fun now, you bring the brew I got the flame
The 52” plasma is ready, let’s get blowed and watch the game
Na…Na…Na…We gonna have a good time
Hey…Hey…Hey…
Na…Na…Na…I’ma roll a fat-fatty this time
Hey…Hey…Hey…

reintro

please allow me to reintroduce myself
my name is Supa . . . D to tha -u-p-
throw in the a and add that Fly for the whole world to see

i burn it down so much call me a pyromaniac
i used to keep it H-town smoggy in my old green Llac
never sold no rocks, barely seen the shit
wasn’t much of a player, but I always hit

don’t floss no diamonds but i shine so brightly
so keep your stunna shades on daily and nightly
other wise i just might burn out your eyeball
and leave your ass throwed like that dude Paul Wall

like Timbaland, this one’s for all yall
i keep it popp’in through winter, spring, summer, fall
they call me Supa; I used to live on the first floor
tall dark and tatted, yea i know you’ve seen me before

Determination

Bavu told me to keep it extra playa
So in ’09 I’m gonna add a new fuck’in laya
I’ma hit ‘em till they soe then I’ma kill ‘em somemoe
My queen said, “Supa baby, get that doe!”
And so, I’m bringing new shit to the shindig
I work’in out again so my tatts are get’in kinda big
I’m try’in ta knock heads like that dude Polamalu
Wanna publish a few books and get a movie deal too
You see, when I dream I dream big like MLK
Gotta splice them dreams with reality to make a new day
I know I’m gonna make it happen for me and my kin
And when I’m done I’ll sell the blueprints on how to win

hey girl...

honey check it out you, got me mesmerized
i’m like a deer in the headlights of your chocolate eyes
no lies…
you had me open like a floodgate since day one
call it SupaStar struck, please pardon the pun
you the one…
it’s like i’m walk’in on air when you come around
your sweet words in my ear make the most beautiful sound
i’m down…
now and forever baby, it’s me and you
you marked my heart permanently like an ill tattoo
always true…
you plus me is like a hundred million in the bank
i wanna sit back and admire you while I sip my drank
what you thank…
let’s make it happen and raise a couple few stars
tune ‘em right and let ‘em jam like Gibson guitars

space bound

i got a sweet 20 sack on me
she’s just some reg hommie
but she got them soup coolers, damn right she gone blow me
i mean, i’ma get blowed
shit, i might even get throwed
but first i gotta split and dump them guts down the kamode
then i’ma roller her up tight
word to Houston, i’m blast’in off tonight
and when them rockets kick i’ll be like Jeezy, “THAT’S RIGHT!”
you might find me bounce’in through the club like i was on the moon
with my head above the clouds like helium balloon
but don’t try to holla, don’t try to spark up conversation
i be so high you can’t reach me with the fuck’in space station

intervention

i got my mind on the money
sticky on my mind
finger on the trigger
think’in about a crime
sit’in in my ride outside the shaker spot
peep’in the players pack’in in, I wanna take all they got
my pockets are on E, my fridge is too
shorty about to drop my first seed, what the fuck am i to do?
i sit back, eyes closed try’in to concentrate
think’in about my past and about my fate
then i hear my dead great grand talk’in in my third
her words float through my dome like a high humming bird
she said, “Sun go ahead and shine, you don’t need they dim light…
You a SupaStar baby, they just shoot’in through the night...
You’ll come up tomorrow and it will be all good...
You gotta think about your queen and your seed and your hood...
Cause they all depend’in on you to chase away the rainy days...
You can’t do a damn thing for ’em if you locked up in a maze...
I know it's kinda heavy but you a strong nigga see...
And if you feel like you can't go on, just call on me...
I'll be juice that gets you go'in like the gas in your car...
And I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp remember you a SupaStar...
So go ahead and light that fire and let it elevate your dome...
And when you’re done burn’in it down take your ass on home...
Go shine on your queen and your unborn seed...
Remember these words and you better take heed.”

six w's

when it’s cold outside…girl
what are you hold’in???
will you be hold’in these???
well…well…well…

shine

i don’t wake up in the A.M. thinking i’m the shit or the urine
i rise and shine that bright light on my wife and my children
sometimes i wake and bake that sticky-icky to…get me go’in
most times i wake and make them good eats to…keep ‘em grow’in
you see, i take good care of my seeds
i keep their garden free of weeds
and i pay close attention to all their wants and needs
at times i lose sleep try’in to figure how I’m gonna pay for college
but i got ‘em both enrolled in the SupaDupa school of knowledge
so they already got a jump on them other shoots and stems
they know the road gets rocky so they ask’in for fresh Tims
soon there will be a third seed thrive’in in our Supa nation
i’m the Sun, she’s the Moon, and they the Stars; my solar system is in heavy rotation
and if your feel’in suicidal and wanna fuck with a member of my squad
i’ll mash your ass bloody like Chris did Michael’s stank ass dad on season quad

The Roots “Rising Up” inspired joint

Yesterday I saw an old man crying
So I walked up and asked what’s wrong
He told me that a BlackMan was about to be pres,
And he been waiting his whole life long
He said, “Young Brother, this the shit that I been waiting for…
This the shit that I been waiting for…”

Yesterday I saw an old man crying
So I walked up and asked what’s wrong
He told me that a BlackMan was about to be pres,
And he been waiting his whole life long
He said, “Young Brother, this the shit that I been waiting for…
This the shit that I been waiting for…”

We gone party like we just won the lotto niggaz
We gone do it like we just signed for twenty figurez
You bring the brew; I’ll bring the fat mason jar of sticky
Lets wile out like a jam with N.E.R.D. and Tricky
It’s been a long time come’in, now let’s move in
1, 2, 3, green light like Legend and Andre Ben
Let’s show the little Black kids they can do too
Word to Malcolm, Martin, and Garvey, they always knew

Never thought about a Black Man in the White House, now it’s history
Matter of fact bring that back, make that ourstory
The Middle Passage brought us from Africa to be slaves and shit
It took some years to get it done, now a we run’in it
We gone party for a while then get down to business
It’s gonna take a lot of work to clean Bush’s mess
I believe my man O can do it if can be done
Show and Prove that Black is back in Power, hommie we just won

real words

I’m not a Crip, but I Can’t Stop Wont Stop
They keep yell’in C.R.E.A.M., so I keep try’in to rise to the top
I’m SupaStar but very few people know my name
That’s ok, I just want the loot…fuck the damn fame
Like Ross, I’m out here hustl’in each and every day
When shit gets tough I come harder, I gotta find my way
Being Supa ain’t easy, but yo somebody gotta do it
Old dude upstairs tagged me and said, “Homie now you it!”
So I wake up everyday thankful for another
Get out get it and bring it home, word to my mother
She did it for me and my older brothers by her only
At times it was hard cause I was left at home lonely
Now that I’m grown I understand and appreciate
She was out there grind’in so that we would have a better fate
Now I’m the head and got grown man responsibilities
My little seeds are watch’in close so I’m on my Q’s and P’s
And like I told yall before, sometimes I don’t like being a rock
But then I do what I gotta, like I did when I was a jock
This shit is bigger than me, but I’m here make’in my mark
Sometimes it gets kinda heavy, I lighten the shit with a spark
Some of my people feel me, while others will never overerstand
Peace to Guru, Lil’ Dap, and Jeru, Now I’m the Mutha Fuck’in Man

a Supa short

i don’t make it rain
i just watch the weather
and when it’s cold outside
i sport that butter leather
sometimes i’m dope boy fresh
but i ain’t never sold no drugs
i pack a lethal weapon
and sometimes it spits hot slugs
but not the kind that leave you bleed’in
i mean the kind that spark your brain
and when i dip ‘em in that sticky
i make cool heads go insane

That Old Kill'in Blues

I woke up this morning and the blues was lay’in in my bead
I went to wash my face and the blues was flowing through my head
I started brushing my teeth and the blues was deep in my gums
I had to sit on the toilet cause the blues gave me the damn runs
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I jumped in the shower and tried to wash the blues off my skin
The blues just dug down and burned me like a deadly sin
I put cream all over my body to try and cool down the burn
And the blues just laughed and asked “Boy when you gonna learn?”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I put on my pants and the blues said, “Don’t forget to zip your fly.”
I started brewing my coffee and the blues said “I’ll take mine with a slice of pie.”
I stepped out the door and the blues said “There's no need to go out today.”
I went to buy a paper and the blues said, “Don’t bother cause I spent up all your pay.”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues you can’t deny
Lord, I hope it don’t find my gun cause if it do I’m gonna die
I went back to my place and the blues said, “Let’s go up and have a drink.”
I said, “It’s too early for liquor.” And the blues said, “It will...help you think.”
After I drank the whole bottle of Scotch I said, “I’m probably better off dead!”
I pulled out my .38 and the blues said “Let my hold it to your head!!!”
I got that old kill’in blues…the kinda blues that gets to your head
Awww…please say a prayer for me momma cause I just pulled the trigger and now I’m dead

Being Supa Is A Habit

Being Supa is a habit, so get like me…
Time to set it off
Let these folks know
I bet you never seen a Benz with them gullwing doors
I pulled up to the front; the valet slipped me a bill
He said it’s worth a BenFrank just to grip on my wheel
Oooh I think they like me, matter fact I know
They tried buy me the bar when I step through the door
Your boy ain't front'in, I do my damn thing
I don't need diamonds to shine, I buy 'em for my wife and watch her neck go "BLING"

alma por fuego

i got a chip on my shoulder cause my daddy wasn’t there
at times i look up towards the clouds cause life ain’t never been too fair
but then i focus on my peeps and realize I got it good
me and my family own a home, shit...our hood’s a neighborhood
yea my hooptie needs some fix’in but i still roll it like a Benz
my Supa seeds love to eat so i love bring’in home them endz
and my queen’s about to have another little SupaDupa star
so i gotta keep my form cause once again i raised the bar
some people just don’t understand me and my SupaDupa ways
most times i’m quiet cool outside but on the inside i’m all ablaze
my heart is filled with passion for my people and our plight
sometimes it gets so fuck’in heavy, it keeps me up all damn night
i have a lot to say, but sometimes i just can’t get it out
at times i loose my cool and then all i can do is yell and shout
but that is rather rare cause most times i burn the rage away
i end up SupaDupa high, no matter if it’s night or day

good exercise for your brain

Albert Einstein’s Riddle

ARE YOU IN THE TOP 2% OF INTELLIGENT PEOPLE IN THE WORLD?
SOLVE THE RIDDLE AND FIND OUT.

There are no tricks, just pure logic, so good luck and don’t give up.

On a street there are five houses, painted five different colours.
In each house lives a person of different nationality.
These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke a different brand of cigar and keep a different pet.

THE QUESTION: WHO OWNS THE FISH???

HINTS

1.The Brit lives in a red house.
2.The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3.The Dane drinks tea.
4.The Green house is on the left of the White house.
5.The owner of the Green house drinks coffee.
6.The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
7.The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill.
8.The man living in the center house drinks milk.
9.The Norwegian lives in the first house.
10.The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.
11.The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
12.The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
13.The German smokes Prince.
14.The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15.The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water.

ALBERT EINSTEIN WROTE THIS RIDDLE EARLY DURING THE 19TH CENTURY. HE SAID THAT 98% OF THE WORLD POPULATION WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SOLVE IT.

Waiting By The Water ('07)

Supa, where are you going?
I have to go and get some paper…
Supa, how are you going to get it?
Me and my people planned a caper…
Supa, will you be gone long?
Two months tops, maybe three…
Supa, what will I do without you?
I left some paper and six pounds of sticky…
Supa, don’t you love me?
Girl stop tripp’in, you know you’re my heart…
Supa, what if some bird tries to take you away?
It’s you and me forever, I told you that from the start…
Supa, will you make love to me before you sail?
I was thinking the same thing, we have a few hours before I have to go…
Supa, can you take your time so I can feel your every stroke?
You know I know how you like it, now come let me kill it slow…
Supa, can you do me like this for the rest of my days?
I promise I’ll give it to you if you keep giving it to me…
Supa, is there anything that you want me to do for you while your away?
Until I return, I want you to wait right here by the sea…

my fave poem

The .38
I hear the man downstairs slapping the hell out of his stupid wife again
I hear him push and shove her around the overcrowded room
I hear his wife scream and beg for mercy
I hear him tell her there is not mercy
I hear the blows as they land on her beautiful body
I hear glasses and pots and pans falling
I hear her fleeing from the room
I hear them running up the stairs
I hear her outside my door
I hear him bang her head on my door
I hear him trying to drag her away from my door
I hear her hands desperate on my doorknob
I hear the blow of her head against my door
I hear him drag her down the stairs
I hear her head bounce from step to step
I hear them again in their room
I hear a loud smack across her face (I guess)
I hear her groan – then
I hear the eerie silence
I hear him open the top drawer of his bureau (the .38 lives there)
I hear the fast beat of my heart
I hear the drops of perspiration fall from my brow
I hear him yell I warned you
I hear him say damn you I warned you and now it’s too late
I hear the loud report of the thirty eight-caliber revolver then
I her it again and again the Smith and Wesson
I hear the bang bang bang of four death dealing bullets
I hear my heart beat faster and louder – then again
I hear the eerie silence
I hear him walk out of their overcrowded room
I hear him walk up the steps
I hear him come toward my door
I hear his hand on my doorknob
I hear the doorknob click
I hear the door slowly open
I hear his step into my room
I hear the click of the thirty eight before the firing pin hits the bullet
I hear the loud blast of the powder exploding in the chamber of the .38
I hear the heavy lead noise of the bullet swiftly cutting its way through the barrel of the .38
I hear it emerge from space from the .38
I hear the bullet of death flying toward my head the .38
I hear its weird whistle the .38
I hear it give off a steamlike noise when it cuts through my sweat the .38
I hear it singe my skin as it enters my head the .38 and
I hear death saying, Hello I’m here!
Ted Joans

chocolate lock

25 lighters on my dresser, yes sir, i got a chocolate chick that drives a tangerine Kompressor
she used to drive a canary yellow supercharged Range Rover, and her fave celeb of all time was Jay Hova…
but then she met me and flipped like Bumblebee, now the only star in her eyes is Supa to tha D…u-p-a
top billin, what more can i say? she copped that Benz and asked me to come away…
and like Norah i was jones’in for some coco puffs, so i hopped in her citrus, she said, “I like it rough!!!”
so i proceeded to slice it up like Kimbo pre MMA, soon she was fire’in off them shots like that killa Wee-Bey
now we make good music like Ye West from ChiTown, i always make her touch the sky, i got that love locked down…

another ep

I told ‘em, “Put your stunna shades on, cause I’m known to make it sunny
My name’s SupaDupa and I’m about to get money!”
I took out my laptop and plugged it in the wall
Pulled up a beat, they started holl’in “Yes, Yes Yall!!!”
Then I got on the mic and proceeded to flow like a spring
I said, “This ain’t noth’in new, I’m just do’in my thing…
I came here tonight to help you relax
With the aid of the bartender and that sticky in your backpacks
So don’t be shy, get your drink on and light up
By the way, excuse me barmaid but can you fill up my cup?
Now let me spark this bark and float like ol’boy’s ark
To all the little fish in the sea, look out for the Great Black Shark
Cause I’m hungry as hell, like I ain’t ate in a week
Plus this flame is tiptop, but I’m about to go deep
Like them little gray men in outer space
And get your Visine out cause third eyes get’in maced
A lot of people be ask’in, ‘Supa were you get your beats from?’
I tell ‘em from the Mother Land and that old bass drum
Where it fills the air, bounce’in from village to village
Tell’in ‘bout celebration or warning of come’in pillage
But I digress, sometimes my mind starts to drift
I love them Magic Moments when brain cells catch a lift
Then I come back down like mercury in December
They call me SupaDupaStar, but I know you’ll remember…”
It seemed like two hours, but six minutes it lasted
When I was through the yelled, “Encore, you fly ass SupaStar basterd!!!”

tatt-it-up

I was chill’in in the valley
Burn’in down that killa-cali
I ran into this thick snow bunny named Sally
She asked me if her ice matched her thong made by Bally
She wanted to go back to my room and run a rally
This was a chick that looked hard to get
But when my light shined on her she was soak’in wet
I said, “Pump your brakes little momma, and take a step back!"
"You all up on me like them diamonds on that wood in my Llac."
"And I don’t even know ya, never seen you in my life.”
She said, “I wanna melt all on you like butter on a hot knife!!!"
"I can be your number one on SupaDupa’s greatest hits!!!”
Word to momma, she was thicker than a bowl of cold grits
So I stepped to her like I knew her
Her ice was cool but SupaStar was much cooler
We went up to my sweet and she blew my mind
I kept press’in on that button to rewind, rewind
Then I slipped on the coat and turned her out like Tyrese
I had her walking on the moon like Sting and The Police
As she was walking out the door she said, “I’ll always love you!”
I thought to myself, “Wait till you look at your ass in the mirror and see that SupaDupa Was Here tattoo…”

Jester Nights (1)

“Yo J…yo J, wake up!”
“What??? What do you want man???”
“J, wake up man, I gotta talk to you about something.”
“Can’t you see that I’m sleeping? What time is it anyway?”
“It’s only two in the morning…”
“Why in the hell are you waking me up in the middle of the night, I got to get up early for class and…WHY ARE YOU BUTT ASS NAKED???”
“I’m not naked, I got my Bruce Lee headband on…”
“You need some serious help man…where is your girl anyway?”
“She’s asleep in my room.”
“So why don’t you take your naked ass and join her and leave me alone?”
“Yo J, I been dancing butt naked by the pale moon light!”
“What?!?!”
“I said, I been dancing butt ass naked by the pale moon light!”
“Man, will you please take your crazy ass back to your room? I swear that I’m going to start locking my door from now on!”
“Chill J, I was just going to tell you about this skunk that I came across.”
“Aw shit…you been smok’in again haven’t you? And now your high ass wants to talk to someone…”
“Yea J, let me holla at you for a minute.”
“Don’t even think about sitting your naked ass on my bed!!!”
“Cool, I can dance while I talk.”
“Yo, stop jumping around my room with your dick swinging all over the place!!!”
“Ok, ok…I’ma go…”
“You are one sick dude!!!”
“I know, but what can I say, my dad did it when he and my mom…”
“Too much info dude, just go…”
“I’ll holla…”
"Next time you come to my room make sure you got on some clothes...you six-eight fool... "

tripp'in again

some people call me SupaG, but yo i never ski
i just skate on them J’s like that brotha Shani
sometimes i feel like quit’in, but that just ain’t me
i gotta be Bout It Bout It like my nigga Master P
and go hard in the paint, that’s why i roll that big body
i post up on the scene and get more stats than anybody
i got ‘em ask’in, “SupaDupa, how you do it like that?”
they waste’in time chang’in tires but mine are run-flat…
so i just keep it roll’in like hot Vegas table
word to Usher, i keep a dollar’s worth of dimes in my stable
and i love to ride, like an equestrian
and they love to holla, “Supa You Da Muthafuck’in Man!”
this i know very well, so there ain’t no mistake'in
they holla loud so i can hear ‘em, and there ain’t no fake’in
i make ‘em bite headboards and rip up sheets
and when i’m finish stabb’in, i make ‘em roll-up my sweets
then i get blowed while i get blowed, it feels so good
i’m the smartest batter in the majors cause i got brains on my wood

Supa's House

We have...a whole lotta stars in this joint here tonight!!!
But there is only one SupaStar in here…And this is MY HOUSE!!!
So, when I ask who’s house this is, yall know what time it is…
WHO’S HOUSE???
SUPA’S HOUSE!!!
WHO’S HOUSE???
SUPA’S HOUSE!!!
Once a-gain my friend, Supa’s in to win
And I’m on that sticky, you can keep the Henn
Just pass a pint of that Guinness Stout
And before I’m done sipp’in I’ma turn this motha out
I’ma do it for the ladies so fresh and so clean
I’ma do it for the thugs look’in hard and mean
I’ma do it for the people in the front gett’in crunk
And I’ma do it for the niggas in the back with them blunts
My name is Supa son
I cut dimes for fun
I get def like Run
And I’m surpassed by none
I flip like Optimus
Spit flames like BustaBust
Leave suckas in the dust
Go cop my shit, it’s a must
WHO’S HOUSE???
SUPA’S HOUSE!!!
WHO’S HOUSE???
SUPA’S HOUSE!!!

tripp'in

I came in the door, I said it before, “I’ll never let that thang hypnotize me no more.”
But then I slipped and fell and landed in the kitty cat
She said, “Damn, Supa I ain’t know you swung wood like that!”
I said, “Girl stop playing, you know I bring the heat,
Just shine that SUPA sign up in the air next time you want that thang beat!
It might take a little while, but girl don’t worry
Once again I’ll have your walls com’in down like a Toronto snow flurry!”
She said, “Supa, you the muthafucka that I wanna be with for the rest of my life!”
“Now, now, now girl, don’t start that tripp’in…”

02/14/85

I will never forget the day. It was February 14, 1985, my 12th birthday. We had moved to a new city about two months before. I didn’t have any new friends yet, so no one knew that it was my birthday. I remember feeling so sad and alone. It was Valentine’s Day, my special day, and there was no one to wish me a Happy Birthday. After school I got on the bus and rode all the way home without speaking to anyone. I got off of the bus and I wanted to cry. My mom was not getting off of work until later that evening and my older brother was working in his studio at the university. There was no one home. I slowly walked to our apartment and took out my key. I could feel my eyes filling with tears as I turned the lock. I was alone on my birthday and no one cared. As I opened the door and walked in I saw something that I will never forget as long as I live. There on the table was a single cupcake with white icing and a red heart on top of it. Right beside it was a card that read "Happy Birthday...Love Mom." In the small amount of time that it took me to see that cupcake and read that card, all of my sadness and loneliness disappeared. At that moment I knew I was loved. I knew that if no one else in the world ever told me Happy Birthday on my special day, my mom would never forget about me.

It Never Rains

I hooked up with some of my hommies at the shaker club the other night for Monday Night Football. You know, get some steaks, some brew, and enjoy the game. Well, during halftime I noticed this shorty that I used to kick it with. She had just stepped up to dance on one of the side stages. She was still looking good but there was something different about her. After further examination I could see that she had lost a few pounds, her hair was not as fly as I remembered it being…she just didn’t have that shine that she had before. I could also see that one of her eyes was kind of swollen and dark. I stepped up to the stage and put a 20 in her belt. She looked shocked and embarrassed to see me, but she played it off and danced like a pro.

I said, “I haven’t seen your face in a year, I’m surprised to see you up here. You look mad, at the same time sad, and girl who did that to your face?”

And she told me; “It never rains on my side of this stage now.”
She told me, “It never rains on my side of this stage now.”
“Supa baby, why can’t we be alone, without all these broke ass niggas trying to bone?
I pray for that day to come for us to be together, I won’t worry about a thing, and I know that we’ll change the weatherrrrrr.”
“Just me and you alone!”
“Now it my be pouring on the center stage, but over here it ain’t going down, cause it never rains…And I just want to be with you...”
She told me, “It never rains on my side of this stage now…It never rains on my side of this stage now…”

Brown Lady

One time for that brown lady with the manicured toes
And them diamonds glow’in bright in her ears and her nose
You know the one that look like she just stepped out of Ebony
With nice breasts and hips that hint at something so heavenly
Word to yo momma, I love her nice beautiful brown ass
I would kill to swing an episode in the backseat of her E-Class
Like Jamie Foxx say, “I love her cause she got her own.”
She goes to work everyday and her pockets are full-grown
She got so much class and so much style
And she can melt a hard nigga’s heart with her cute little smile
When she walk she swing with so much swagger
And when she get mad her eyes will stab you like a dagger
If you be good to her she’ll be good right back
But if you keep fuck’in up she’ll put you back on the rack
She’s a ride or die chick with a quiet cool dimener
I been search’in everywhere for her, please tell me have you seen her?

some think

some think i represent the law because i got long arms
some think i’m broke because i don’t floss them bling charms
some think i’m a thug because i got a G on my chest
some think i’m conceited because i feel i’m the best
some think i’m still a baller because i stand 6’eight
some think i’m a dog because i kick it with Nate
some think i’m weird because i live in the ATX
some think i’m still wrong because i smashed and hollered, “Who’s Next?”
some think i’m crazy because i like to run circles around the lake
some think i’m soft because sometimes i get a heartache
some think i’m odd because i listen to Portishead and Tricky
some think my mind is baked because I love to burn that sticky

Eat'in Good in Supa's Hood

We were in the grocery store early this evening, like we are four days out of seven, trying to decide what we were going to have for dinner. My son said something about fried chicken, he had been asking me to make fried chicken for weeks. I ended up getting a package of boneless skinless chicken thighs, a large box of macaroni and cheese, and four pieces of corn on the cob. I also picked up a 16 oz. bottle of buttermilk and some caramel pecan turtle ice cream. As soon as we got home I put the chicken thighs in a large bowl and poured the buttermilk over them and sat them to the side to soak. I filled two pots, one large and one medium sized, with water and put them on the stove to boil with the lids on. After about five minutes, I turned the chicken thighs and added salt to each pot of water. A few minutes after that, the water was boiling in the pots. Since I had shucked the corn at the store, I just put all four in the large pot of boiling water. I then proceeded to pour the macaroni into the medium pot of boiling water. Once that was done I produced a large shallow bowl from the cupboard and, with a large fork, drained and placed the chicken thighs in it. I seasoned the chicken with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and chili powder. Then I turned the thighs and seasoned the other side with salt and pepper only. Next, I produced a medium sized Tupperware container from the cupboard and filled it about a quarter full with all purpose white flour. Once that was done and the chicken was still soaking up the spices, I filled an iron pot with about an inch of oil and placed it on high heat. I checked the macaroni and corn,they were cooking along schedule. Once the oil was, as we say in the Dirty, “Good and Hot” I proceeded to place the chicken in the flour. I could fit about three thighs in the flour at a time. I shook and turned; making sure that there was an even coating of flour on the thighs. Then I placed the thighs into the hot oil. I quickly coated three more thighs with the flour and they joined the previous three in the hot oil bath. It was truly “On and Popp'in!” The corn was done when I checked it next, so I removed the pot from the heat and drained the water off. I then checked the macaroni and it was al dente, just the way I like my pasta. I removed it from the heat and drained the water off of it as well, before adding the cheese sauce. Everything was clicking tonight because as soon as I was done mixing the macaroni the first round of chicken was just past golden brown and ready to come out. I lined a Pyrex bowl with paper towel and placed the chicken in it after draining. I then repeated the previous steps with the next batch of chicken. I was now ready to plate the meal. I place one piece of chicken, one large spoon full of macaroni and cheese, and one buttered piece of corn on the cob on each plate( I broke my little girl’s piece of corn on the cob in half and gave her a smaller portion of macaroni and cheese). I don’t like to toot my own horn, I think that is something for the ladies to do if you know what I mean, but we ate good!!! Not saying that we don’t eat good most of the time, but tonight was special. It reminded me of eating fried chicken at my grandmother’s table back in the day. When you have a meal like that, you can really feel what Soul Food means. And the best part about it was that I produced it with love, from me to my family. After dinner was over and we were all full, I bathed my little girl and put her to bed. My son had his shower while I was cooking, so all he had to do after dinner was brush his teeth and he was off to bed as well. Once they were settled, I made myself some espresso and had a piece of caramel cake that my wife made yesterday with some of that caramel pecan turtle ice cream. I sat back and watched the Dodgers get beat by the Phillies in game four. It was a good night even though I wanted LA to win.

SupaDupa’s verse on Swagga Like Us

No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
Mr. SupaStar just landed in your area
I’m tall, dark, and tatted so I hope I’m not scaring ya
I just flew in to add my heat to this track
And by the time I’m finish spitt’in you’ll be like “DJ BRING IT BACK!!!”
I didn’t come here to front, stunt, brag, or boast
But I’ll tell you quite simply,
I’m all that and a Bentley
My momma knew it back on 02/14/73
That’s why she got that hysterectomy
She said, “Ain’t no one come’in after he,
He has to be the dopest muthafucka on the planet!”
I started as a spark now I’m a towering inferno
But don’t be alarmed, cause SupaDupa’s in control
Word to Janet
Just stay calm and please don’t panic
Throw your hands in the muthafuck’in air and help me fan it
And we gon burn it down forever, can you overstand it???

my dream deferred

Last night I had a dream…and I was…
I was ride’in in the back of my Maybach Benz
I was so high I had to put on my aviator lenz
Kimora Lee was on one side steady roll’in up the sticky
Leona Lewis was on the other proceed'in to give your boy a hickey
We were go’in to scoop Tyra Banks cause she was dying to do me
Word to Dro, I was the flyest Nigga in the country
Tyra got in and started sipp’in on me like some Henn
Leona got pissed cause she thought she was gonna win
Kimora wasn’t tripp’in cause she was blowed like a shotgun
The blimp was flying high say’in “Supa You The Fuck’in One!!!”
We pulled up to my pad and we all filed out
I told my driver that I was in for the night, he said, "No doubt!"
We went inside, the ladies stripped and jumped in the hot tub
They all said “Supa please get in we got places for you to rub!!!”
I took off my clothes and got in, they said, “Please make us moan!!!”
It only took a few seconds till SupaDupa was on bone
I was about to do ‘em like a butcher; I had all three on the chopping block
Next thing I knew I was awakened by my fuck’in alarm clock
Try’in to go back to sleep, I laid in bed for an hour
In the end all I could do was take a fuck’in cold shower…

i miss

i miss lazy Sunday afternoons burn’in down a fat fatty
i miss lean’in in the seat of my old green Caddy
damn, I really miss my grandma Hattie
even though I never really knew the nigga sometimes i miss my daddy

i miss wake’in up shoot’in hoops before i had a chance to yawn
i miss hustling as a kid cutt’in my neighbors’ lawn
sometimes i miss watch’in tv from dusk till dawn
and i miss the Cube that said “Once Again It’s On.”

i miss roll’in over without a worry or care about shit
i miss climbing trees on campus and gett’in straight lit
i miss playing buns up, try’in not go get hit
shit, i miss my dog and the ball he played wit

i miss gett’in up on Saturdays watch’in Scooby Doo
i miss the first day of school, my clothes all fresh and new
i miss check’in out the girls to see who done grew
and i miss block’in shots, “You gone dunk on who?”

i miss the day my mom bought me them Air Revolutions
i miss high school math, i was good at them solutions
i miss being recruited by all them b-ball institutions
but most of all i miss me, it’s time to make some resolutions

T Pain “Can’t Believe It” inspired joint

I can put you in the Buck, with your feet high up
Cut you open like a Ginsu, put it all up in you
Make you wonder what you got yourself into

I can hit it Missionary, make you sing like a canary
Hold up one of your legs, tap that thang like a keg
I’m that nigga you been look’in… for

It feels so gooood, baby how you keep it so tight
I put you on all fours, hit like a race horse
Have you cream’in all night

Baby I slowed it down a bit cause you needed some vintilation
I really think we need some lubrication
Let’s talk about Youuuu do’in meeeee

Ohh, I can’t believe it, she she she so on it, on it
Now, now I’m up in it, in it
Any you know I’m gone kill it, kill it

She give that thang brain, she make the Supa say Oooooooo, Ooooooooo, Ooooooooooo!

commitment

we were sit’in in the garden
burn’in down some flowers
we had a deep conversation
seemed like it lasted for hours

she told me that she loved me
she wanted to be my moon forever
her words were sweet like candy
and she put ‘em down so cleaver

she said Supa you’re a star
matter of fact you’re my sunshine
your light is so damn bright
you make the average bitch go blind

word to Keyshia all my rainy days fade away
whenever you come around
i got my stunna shades on
cause you shine like that, it’s go’in down

i pray you never leave me
i wanna bear all of your seeds
together we’ll grow ‘em up wise and strong
we ain’t try’in to hear shit about some weeds

i said i want you to be my wisdom
and you can rule all night
i’ll get out and grind all day
then come home and give you all that good light

look hear shorty, i’m ready to commit to you
i don’t wanna be with any other
your all that i been look’in for
let’s lock it up and go tell your mother

tell your father, send a telegram
to the whole world let’s sing
i want everyone to know
and ohh yea, here, put on this gold ring

Coupla Ridez

I got that granny smith apple underneath that glass
With that brown ostrich leather underneath my ass
Lacquered Black Forest on the wheel and the dash
And a hot rock thrower tucked away in the stash

Them chrome J’s on my wide body say MoMo
And my tint is so dark it’s kinda like limo
A lot of people ride coup but I love my 4 doe
I got room for erbody, even the shakers on the low

But don’t get me wrong, I got a coupe called SnowBunny
‘Cause she white on white and love to drop her top when it’s sunny
I ride her with a grin but ain’t a damn thing funny
That bitch got a 454 and she love to drink money

So she my Sunday afternoon thang when it’s time to move around
She got Godzilla in the trunk; they all hear me comm'in down
I like to ride her to the green house to pick an O, maybe a pound
I split, dump, stuff, and burn...man I’m big dipper bound

GoodMorning

i woke up this morning and Kanye’s girl was blow’ in trees
so i stepped outside and caught a sticky-icky breeze
we had a conversation about the birds and the bees
and the next thing i knew she was scuff’ in up her knees

i sat back and closed my eyes as Windy blew my mind
and as soon as she was done i asked to press rewind
now this type of morning shit goes on all of the time
but the only problem is that it’s always in my mind

M.I.A. “Paper Planes” inspired short

I’m fly like Virgin, stay high like the sun
When I kick in Japan, I’m SupaDupa Ichiban
When the shortys step up to me, I beat ‘em like BigPun
That used to be your chick, now she’s my mommasan

All I wanna do is:
Cutt-cutt, stab-stab, slice-slice, get it-get it and feed that kitty
All I wanna do is:
Cutt-cutt, stab-stab, slice-slice, get it-get it and feed that kitty

bittersweet

This morning I found out that my wife was not going to have twins; we were expecting twins since the first Dr. visit. She is about five months along now. One of the babies died at about 3 and ½ months. The one that is there is a healthy boy. I am torn between joy and excitement for a new son, and sadness for the loss. Don’t know if the other one was a boy or girl; it has to stay until the boy is born. As morbid as it sounds, it would be too risky to attempt to remove it. I feel for my dear wife, although she is in good spirits.

At this moment I’m gone off the green and alcohol,
I’m feel’in kinda numb and I wanna tell all yall
that, Supa gone be alright,
one day at a time, but I’ma get throwed tonight.
It’s about leventhirty and I’m sipp’in on some brown liquor,
contemplating on roll’in next cigarillo a bit thicker
than the last one, in fact it was the second one of the day,
I gotta say
it aint that good good that them rappers like to sing about,
but this shit here shoenuff got the Supa stout.
So keep us in your prayers if you know what I’m talk’in bout
And holla at your boy and let know about the burn out…

Sade made me think it

I was listening to Sade earlier tonight and something came to me...Wanna hear it here it goes:

if you were mine…bitch if you were mine…i wouldn’t have to go…out at night…
i cherish your beauty...and you got a big booty...when i see you pump'in gass...i gotta stop, and admire that ass...
i cherish your big mouth...big as the whole SOUTH...when we alone at your house...you put it on me and i cum like the mail...
it don't rhym but what the hell...my joint get's hard from the smell,
of your perfume...
or is it your cat mixed and the cronic???
either way i go bionic, then i blend that pussy like them shakes from Sonic...
i keep you open 'til midnight, but most often later...
that tat on your back reads "Supa Dupa, there ain't non greater..."
tell yo girl don't be a hater...i got enough to go around...i'll holla at her later...
and put it on her like a tripple fat goose in the middle of a snow storm...
my joint is feel'in right, cause little momma's throat warm

Word to Bun

Some of my sweets are tight and some are kinda fucked-up
But they all blow like wind, so killa flowers burn up...

From the Heart

I used to be a player with no game
Now, I’m a star with no fame
But it’s all good cause sometimes fame can turn a nigga lame

I used to want the world to know about me
That would be cool but really I just want the currency
Now I got seeds so I’m trying to build a legacy

Me and my queen got two with two more on the way
Twins equals two of everything from diapers to a place to lay
Stack’in paper is on my mind each and every fuck’in day

I gotta bring out the greatness that’s inside of me
It makes me sick to think of where I’m supposed to be
And I’m not there yet but time ain’t wait’in around to see

I’m no hater but it’s hard to see others ride’in high
When me and mine are just barely fuck'in get’in by
But then it pushes me to make it so we all can fly

I’m make’in myself step outside my comfort zone
Gotta flip the script if not money will always be gone
SupaDupa's on the chase and I won't stop till I bring it home

Make'in Paper

“Peace Vieho…”
“My man shorty, what up young blood…what brings you over to these parts so early in the morn’in? Ain't you supposta be in school?”
“Fuck that shit, I'm try’in to make some paper. Momma short on rent again.”
“I hear you, so what you work’in wid?”
“Old dude around the way got O’s for four…”
“Four an O huu?”
“That’s what he said. I was think’in that maybe you could float me again.”
“You know how I roll, right?”
“Yes sir, Vieho.”
“Let me get my man... Yo Flacko!!! Flacko!!!”
“What up Mr. V.”
“Go get young blood here ten and two.”
“Ok, be right back!”
“Sit tight young blood and we’ll get you fixed right up.”
“Cool…”
“Here you go Mr. V.”
“Good look’in Flaco.”
“Holla if you need anything else Mr. V. Peace.”
“Peace Flac...Ok young blood, here go twelve hundred, get three O’s. Put the word out to your people that you got fresh and post-up at your spot down in the garden.”
“What about Sue?”
“Let me handle that bitch! Now, break down into quarters and let them go for onetwentyfive.”
“Shit…that’s…fifteen hundred, right?”
“Right young blood!”
“Bet, I’ll holla at you tomorrow with your end.”
“Peace…”
“Peace Vieho!!!”

get’in blowed while get’in blowed

she rolled tight sweets and she gave good brain
the elevation was so intense i almost went insane
i’ll never try the shit, but she was flyer than cocaine
both heads got blown then the cat got slain
it was so good to her that she tatted my name "SUPA!!!"

yo soy

sometimes it gets lonely being solo
word to my man Meth, i do for dolo
like them rubber bands i keep it low pro
i don’t pack but i still bring the heat tho
don’t look for plex, but what tha fuck you say’in yo?
i was blow’in big but shit got depress’in so
had to put it down and regroup, now i’m ret-to go

Supa's Good Eats!!! vol.one

Momma’s Tuna Casserole

Momma’s Tuna Casserole is a quick and easy meal that always satisfies!

Prep Time: five min.
Cook Time: twenty min.
Ready In: twenty-five min.
Yield: 6-8 servings

Ingredients
1 (16oz) box macaroni shells
1 (15oz) can sweet peas
1 (26oz) can cream of mushroom soup
2 (5.5oz) cans tuna fillet
1 (5.5oz) can chunk light tuna
½ cup milk
salt and ground black pepper to taste

Cooking Directions
1) Bring a large pot of water to a boil. Add two dashes of salt and macaroni shells.
2) In second pot: Add cream of mushroom soup and milk. Heat on medium.
3) Remove pasta from heat when shells are al dente, drain well and return to cool pot.
4) Drain water from tuna and peas. Add tuna and peas to soup.
Stir until ingredients are hot and well mixed. Pour the soup over the pasta and mix well.
Serve and Enjoy!!!

Ideas and Tips
Store leftovers in the fridge in plastic containers.
Re-heat in microwave for a great lunch!!!

The Show

There were small colored lights that flashed off and on in each corner of the ceiling. The small disco ball that hung from the center of the roof bathed the small room in little sparkles of rotating lights. There was a single table and two chairs just two feet from the stage. A polished pole ran from the floor to the ceiling in the middle of the stage.
An extended version of Madonna’s Justify My Love blared from hidden speakers.
Malik sat at the table nursing a tumbler filled with scotch on the rocks while puffing on a sweet.
He impatiently checked his watch and thought to himself, “Is she coming out or what?”

As if on cue, a six foot chocolate brown Amazon of a woman stepped from behind the curtains at the back of the stage. She was dressed in a red long sleeve button down shirt and red stilettos. The outline of her braless breasts and nipples could be seen through the cotton fabric of the shirt. She looked deep into Malik’s eyes as she rolled her hips to the bass. Grabbing the pole she swung herself around in a circle revealing her thick, well-shaped G-stringed ass as her shirt kicked up behind her. She then fell flat on the floor with her ass pointing in the direction of the table. Raising her hips up and down, Iris beckoned for Malik to come to her. As he approached, she got on all fours and spread her hips as wide as she could. Malik moved in, pressing his thighs against the edge of the stage as he grabbed her hips and pulled. Iris began to grind against his crotch as he fondled her breasts. She moved away from his grasp and turned on her knees to face him. Again, looking deep into his eyes, she ripped open her shirt spraying ten little buttons across the stage. Her breasts were amazingly erect and full, gravity and childbearing had little effect on their perkiness. Her dark chocolate nipples were the size of quarters. Iris moved forward and grabbed the back of Malik’s head as she forced her left nipple into his mouth. After a few seconds of sucking, she stood up and pressed his face into her crotch. All the while, Madonna sang on in the background.
Malik felt the blood rush to his crotch as he moved her G-string to one side and began to explore with his tongue. She began to moan as he worked his magic on her pearl. He stopped and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and dropped to the floor again, pressing her back against the discarded buttons. Malik quickly opened his belt and unzipped his pants. He removed his penis as she moved to the edge of the stage and raised her legs into the air. Just as he was about to move in and penetrate her wet folds, his cell phone began to buzz and vibrate around the table.
“Muthafucka!!! Who the fuck could be calling me at a time like this?”
He reached back to grab his phone with his right hand as he played with her clit with the index finger on his left.
He looked at the screen, “Ohh shit! It’s a text from Jalal!”
Iris sat up and leaned against his chest, “What is it baby?”
“Jalal says that Fawzi fell and broke his arm on the playground during recess!”
“Ohh no…my baby!!! We gotta get over there!”
She jumped off of the stage and quickly moved to the back of the room and through a hidden door. Malik pulled his pants on and followed her through the door. They emerged into a large bedroom.
Already in a bra and new panties she turned to her husband as she slipped her dress over her head, “Malik, we will finish this later right?”
“You damn right baby, I was about to give it to you too!”
She slipped on a pair of flats and they rushed out the front door and jumped into a black E-class that was parked in the driveway. Malik started the engine and they sped out of the yard and down the street.

el hombre de fuego

“Yo Supa! Yo Supa! I heard you got that fire!”

“Pass that lighter muthafucka, we about to burn it down!"
“Lets burn muthafucka, lets burn!”

Going Home-part1

Ben drove slowly down the dark street. As he came to a stop at the light he heard a woman’s voice yelling from the other side of the car.
“Hey baby, what you look’in foe?”
He lowered the passenger side window all the way and looked in the direction the voice had come from but all he could see was darkness.
He was about to drive off when he heard her again. “Hey baby…over here!”
As he focused his eyes into the darkness he could barley make out the tall figure of a woman. He sat there straining his eyes as she moved into the light of the streetlamp. She was tall, almost six feet, with full breasts and wide hips; here skin was the color of caramel. He could not help but to notice the sexy way she swung her ass as she made her way across the street to his car. As she leaned over to speak into the passenger side window she blew a big puff of cigarette smoke into the car. The slight upturn of her eyes hinted at exotic!
“You look’in for a good time old man? Cause if you are, you in the right place.”
“You’re beautiful,” is all that he could manage to say as he got a good look at her face.
“Thank you baby, but I know this. I don’t have time to stand here and model for you cause time is money and I need to get mines! You try’in ta fuck or get your dick sucked?”
“How much?”
“Forty to fuck and twenty for a suck…”
“How about I take you off these streets tonight? I got a room over by downtown.”
“Say what? What you think this is, take a hoe home night? Naw baby, I don’t get down like that! Too many bitches end up dead behind shit like that…we can take care of business right here in yo car.”
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a large wad of folded bills. As he unfolded them, she could see that they were all hundreds. He peeled off one and handed it to her.
“I’m not into any sick shit and I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to spend the night with you. I can pay you what you want. Now, what is your pimp going to say about that?”
She grabbed the bill out of his fingers and shoved it into her boot as she got into the car. “Nigga, pimp’in is dead. I take care of myself! A bitch gotta be her own boss out here if she gonna make any loot.”
“I heard that, lets ride.”
As he put the car in drive and pulled off into the night, Ben could not help but smell the sick mixture of body odor, alcohol, and cigarettes. He quickly rolled down his window.
“Damn girl, when was the last time you had a hot shower?”
“What? Muthafucka what you try’in to say? You say’in that I stank or someth’in? Fuck you you old bastard, let me out this gotdam car!”
Tears were filling her eyes now.
“Be cool little momma, I’m not trying to disrespect you…”
“Naw nigga, you can take this bill back and drop me off right here!”
Ben stopped the car,” Hold up! Lets keep it real. You smell like you been on the street for weeks and your teeth look like they forgot what it is to be brushed.”
She was feeling very self-conscious now. She ran her fingers through her long wig and tried to pull her skirt down over her thick thighs.
“Why the fuck you pick me up then if I’m so damn dirty?”
“I don’t know, I mean, I would not have usually given you a second look but there is something about you. You’re different.”
He smiled at her for the first time as he reached over to brush her hair out of her face.

With pouty lips, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Someth’in about me hmmm?”
“Yes, your tall, beautiful, big titties, great hips…but there is something about your eyes…”
Blushing now, she turned to look at Ben square in the face. “What do you want from me?”
“Like I said, I just want to spend some time with you. That’s all.”

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The room was rather large and clean for a cheap hotel. The bedding had been removed and placed in a bundle on the floor. A large comforter and new set of sheets, still in plastic, were sitting at the foot of the bed along with a large black leather bag. The sweet smell of ensents lingered in the air as Soft Jazz quietly played from a small radio on the stand next to the bed.
“Take off your clothes.”
Smiling, she turned on her heels to face Ben. “Slow down baby, I don’t even know your name.”
Ben held out his hand. “Jenkins, Ben Jenkins. Please forgive me for my rudeness”

She took his hand and looked deep into his eyes as if she were trying to read his soul. “That’s ok Ben, you have been nicer to me in the last hour than anybody has been in years. I’m Park.”
“Park…hmmm? Where did you get such a lovely name?”
“My momma was Chinese. She named me after the beautiful cypress trees that she played in as a child.” Park let go of Ben’s hand and turned her back. “She died when I was ten, she came across a bad batch of H.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok, it was a long time ago… She came to this country to go to art school, she was the best painter ever!”
Park paused and wrapped her arms around her body as if the room had suddenly turned cold.
“She met my dad at a reefer party and fell in love. He taught her how to speak English and she taught him how to love. They were a funny couple, he was a tall dark skinned Black man and she was a petite Chinese woman, but they loved each other to death. Actually, my dad could not live without her, he committed suicide two months after her overdose. Since my father’s family was nowhere to be found, I was put in foster care. I moved from family to family until I was fifteen. I thought I had finally found a home with this old couple, the Anderson’s, who had lost their two sons to the streets. Things were fine for the first few months but then he started touching me. He would come to my room at night and put his hands down my shirt and between my legs. After that went on for a while he started raping me. When I told his wife she cussed me and slapped my face and called me a liar. I ran away after four months with them. I lived on the streets and stole to survive. I did that for a while and then started trick’in to pay for food and a place to sleep. I have been out here suck’in dicks and sell’in my pussy for ten years now…”
Tears rolled down her face in waves now. She no longer had that street swagger that had kept her going for so long. She now looked like a little girl lost in a big world. Ben, holding his breath, moved to her and took her in his arms.
“Please don’t cry…your going to make me start too.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t act like this. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I never cry.”
She moved out of Ben’s arms and with her back to him again she wiped her eyes with her dirty blouse before pulling it off over her head. She unzipped her boots and kicked them off, then she pulled her skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Completely naked, she turned to face Ben.

Seeing her naked body sent a chill through him. He thought out loud, “Look at her, she is perfect, she is the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen!”

“What was that?”
Embarrassed and blushing Ben turned to puck-up the large leather bag from the foot of the bead and handed it to her, “Oh, umm nothing. Here take this.”

“What’s this?”
“Just some soap, shampoo and conditioner, a razor and shave gel, some listerine, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and a pair of pajamas. Take this and do your thing in the shower while I step out for a minute.”
“But, you’re leaving me…where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back. I’m just going down the street to that West Indian Shop to get us some food. You do like curry don’t you?”
“Well, sure. I could use someth'in to eat right about now!”
“I thought so. Do you drink peach schnapps?”
“I will tonight!”
“Good, you get cleaned up and I’ll see you in a few.”

Sunday Night Live

As they stepped into the light of the street lamp one could see the blood covering his shoes.
“Damn son, you betta get rid of them shits quick!”
“Ye, I know. I should have shot that muthafucka for bleed'in all ova my J's, right?”
“Na, that wooda drawn attention. That blade did the job just right. Emm hmm, slit that nigga from ear to ear!
"What I'ma do?"
"Yo! Throw ‘em down the storm drain son!”
“What the fuck I’ma look like walking down the street with no kicks? What if we have to break again?”
“I ont know Na’im, you might want to take that chance. If jonny roll up and see all that damn blood we done for.”
A car turned onto the street and started to creep toward the two youths.
“Ohhh shit…yo Smoke, who dat?”
“How the fuck I know…lets break!”
As the car sped-up the two started to run in the opposite direction.
A female voice yelled out of the driver side window, “Na’im…Smoke, hold up! Yo Nigga, hold up!”
“Yo son, that sounds like Paola!”
“No shit? How you know?”
“I don’t, it just sounds like it. Be ready just in case!”
The two youths slow to a jog as the car pulls up.
“EyO, what you niggas do’in out here run’in in the dark and shit?”
“Damn girl, you like ta scared the shit out of us. We ain’t know who da fuck you was P.”
“Peace P!”
“What happened to yo kicks Na’im?"
"We was just dumping some trash, that all."
"Looks like you put your feet in some bloody pussy this time. Take them shits off and get in! ”
“Fo sho!”
Smoke got in the front seat as Na’im took his shoes off and threw them down the storm drain.
He jumped in the back seat and the car pulled off and made the corner.
“You damn skippy son! Let’s make it over to yo boy Kris’s crib to get you a fresh pair of kicks and see if he got that thang.”
“No need, I just got a O of that Elliot from them Cuban cats around the way.”
“Well, lets start this fire then!”
“I already got two twisted. You got a light?”
"You know I do."
“Say hold up, what about my kicks!”
“Don’t sweat it N, we can go over to my primo’s crib and get you some. That nigga got like a hundred pairs of J’s and shit! I bet he will let a old pair go for some weed.”

Super Hero

I was seven years old and in the first grade back in 1980. At that time we lived about a mile from my school. I walked to and from school everyday. Well, on this particular day as I was just leaving the school grounds when I remembered that I did not finish the assignment that we were working on. I thought about it and decided to go back to class and finish the assignment. Ms. Fowler, my homeroom teacher, was so proud of me that she wrote my mom this really nice letter about what I had done. As a reward my mom took me to the store that night and told me to pick out whatever pair of Underoos I wanted. I will never forget it. I had been asking for a pair of Underoos for a while. I chose Spider Man. I was on cloud nine. I had my first pair of Underroos and they were fly. I felt so good when I wore them under my clothes, I kind of felt like I was a Super Hero. I went on to have several pairs of Underoos but I never forgot my first pair.

sole man

I don’t have many friends to really speak of, most of the people that I used to hang with have moved to other cities, and that kind of gets to me at times. I think I drive people away sometimes because I am so quiet. It seems like people get uncomfortable when they are around someone who is not constantly running their mouths, go figure. I am always thinking about shit, internalizing life and my surroundings. I can’t stand people who have nothing to say but are always saying something.
I have a wonderful family that loves me (a wife, a son, and a daughter). But, sometimes I feel so alone. I don’t know what it is. I sometimes feel like shit is not right unless I’m buzzed off alcohol or weed. It scares me sometimes because I know that people fall off the deep end like that. My father was an alcoholic and some studies show that addiction is hereditary. I control the urges most of the time. But, I sometimes catch myself after weeks of smoking everyday. I don’t talk to my wife about shit like that because she just does not understand. I have done it so much over the years that I am somewhat of an expert at covering it up. I go home and maintain and do all of the things that I need to do as the head of my house. No one knows that I am high as hell.
I love to smoke weed. It’s like it is a part of me now. I enjoy drinking, but it is not like smoking. I don’t drink nearly as much as I smoke weed. I don’t think there is anything wrong with smoking. Through research I have come to understand that smoking weed is less damaging to one’s body than drinking or smoking tobacco. The thing is I smoke alone 95% of the time. Like I said, I don’t have many friends, never have. I do what I do alone. It’s cool most of the time but sometimes it is painful. I sometimes feel lost with no one to turn to. However, I seem to catch myself and put a hold on things before they get out of hand. I guess you could say that I am my own best friend and worst enemy, if that is possible.

untitled (late 90s)

Life is love, and love is life.
Through all of the stress, strain, and strife.
Some walk while some run.
Some are just beginning while some are just about done.
Some are rich while others are poor.
Some are satisfied, and some want more.
Some know the road to paradise.
Some don’t know if they are men or mice.
When you approach that fork in the street,
will you know which path to beat?
Left or right, day or night?
Are you at peace, or do you like to fight?
The questions of life we forever ponder.
Some think they have the answers, while others gaze and wander.
But if you stay strong and stop complaining and whining,
your grey cloud just might reveal its silver lining.

erotic (late 90s)

I could see it in her eyes.
She wanted me to climb between her creamy thighs and exercise my manhood.
Just to think of it makes me rise…
Can you imagine her surprise when she came to realize?
That I was just a little bigger than the average _ _ _ _ _ _.
I figured that she would appreciate the stroke that I demonstrate-
Missionary to back shot, I point my joint to blow the spot, make it hot,
Prolong her shot, it’s a trip to think of how loud and wet she got…
Now here I go, I’m about to close the show.
Her wide-eyed look let me know, that she could feel me grow.
And so, I proceeded to give in to what was needed.
To release my inner build-up.
It had been so long, both sides were filled up.
So, can you imagine our reaction?
Her satisfaction and my ultimate “relaxion”
She started to talk, but from me not a peep.
I had fallen into a deep coma like sleep.
Peace-

Sometimes I Don't Like Being A Rock ('06)

Sometimes I don’t like being a rock
It gets really rough at times
I have to stay calm and collective and put on s positive face
I am a calm, cool, positive person
But, sometimes I just want to break down and let it all out
All of the shit from my childhood to the present;
Life has not been easy
All of the hurt pain disappointment fear embarrassment
Anxiety worry and doubt that comes with being me
I sometimes wish that I could cry
I used to cry…and it would make me feel better
The release was therapeutic
I don’t cry anymore
I can honestly say that I can not recall the last time I cried…
It has been years
I could not even cry at my grandmother’s funeral
I held it in, not that I felt that there was anything wrong with crying at that time,
But it just would not come out
But I digress
Sometimes I don’t like being a rock
But I am the rock in my family
When things go wrong, when shit don’t work, when someone is ill, when money is short,
When bill collectors are calling for loot, when cars break down,
When we don’t have what we feel we should, when my wife is freaking the fuck out over
Any and all of the aforementioned…I am the rock
I am the one who knows that everything will work out (and I do know that)
I bring peace and calm to the storm
On the outside, I am one cool mutha fucka
On the inside, I sometimes feel like I’m going to explode
But I don’t, I just internalize and cope
I used to smoke a lot of herb to “help ease the pressure”
I found that smoking herb in those situations did not always help
I found myself smoking more and more
I could not get high enough
I would usually end up plunging into these depression driven herb binges
That would go on for days…
Or until the sacks were gone…
It was a good thing that no one knew, and I always pulled myself out of the funk
I guess I am lucky to have some kind of self-awareness alarm
The voice inside my head would start talking at the right time:
“Say…mutha fucka, don’t you think you smoked enough for now?
You been gett’in high every day for a week, most times you blow
two or three sweets a day. Get your shit together and deal with
your situations…Nigga you got people depending on you!”
I would go home and look into the eyes of my queen and my seeds and remember that I was a rock
Sometimes I don’t like being a rock
Sometimes it is hard as hell being a rock (pardon the pun)
But, if life were always easy would it be worth it?
And then I think about the alternative…
Fuck that shit, life is hard at times but I love it
In reality, this is what I was built for
This is part of what the old dude in the sky put me here for
I gotta be a rock or shit will fall apart…I will fall apart
Sometimes I don’t like being a rock
But, I am what I am…

let's

let’s climb a tree and tongue kiss on a limb
let’s fly to London for fish n chips on a whim
let’s skinny dip in a public pool
let’s drink a bottle of gin and act a fool
let’s rent a limo and ride across the street
let’s go to the North Pole in search of heat
let’s fish for tuna in the Dead Sea
let’s sit in the sun and sip hot tea
let’s stay home and make love all day
let’s wear our goose down coats in the month of May
let’s lie in the grass and count the stars
let’s build a rocket and fly to Mars
let’s turn off the lights and eat dinner in the dark
let’s roll a few sweets and then spark

can't you see? (late 90s)

the outside is cool
the inside is crying
his is so full of life
in fact he is dieing

copulate (late 90s)

let me stand next to your pussy
i can tell that you keep it neat
one bite and i can smell
you think salt is sugar sweet
you blind me with your juices
i dive deep to tap that well
i try hard to get to know you
but hell is just plain hell
then i add a little heaven
when i make those lips unfold
and the lava flows down the mountain
between the sea and the sky we dwell
like water and oil we mix
it is sometimes quite tasty
come, let's get a fix...

she brought light to the sun and made it dark (late 90s)

i was looking at the sky one day
a bright flash came and all went grey
i was looking at the sky one day

deeply (late 90s)

i shine like a diamond in a piece of coal
i am priceless but most would rather have gold
my potential is still untold
you can't tell me shit until you walk in my skin
though it has not been far, you have not been where i have been

the spanking

Back in the day, I spent a lot of time at my grandmother’s house during the summer. One day the girl next door, who was about my age, and I were playing house. I was the daddy, she was the mommy, and her little brother was our kid. I was acting like I was about to go to work so I was receiving my morning sendoff. She was in the process of giving me a rather large and wet kiss. I could not think of anything to do but put my hand down the front of her pants. I remember it feeling extremely soft down there. It was probably just a few seconds, but it seemed like I had my hand down her pants for hours. The next thing I knew Nana, my grandmother, was standing right over us looking very angry. She never said a word. She just grabbed me by my arm and lead me into the house. Once she got me inside she pulled down my pants and lit my little brown butt up. She only gave me a few lashes but my butt was burning for hours. When I was a kid I got a lot of spankings, but the one that I got that day was one that I will never forget. One reason that I will never forget it is because she used her bare hand but it felt like leather. Another reason that I will never forget it is because that was the only time my grandmother ever spanked me.

untitled/unfinished

You can’t deny it, Supa’s rather fly, it comes quite easy to me
Got the police look’in for me, try’in to make Supa pay they fuck’in fee
That’s right!
You wanna know about Supa? Well he don’t fuck wit the laws
He blows sweets all day, and stand up for the cause
He don’t wear no ice, but he’s as cold as the winter
Wipe the slush off your shoes, now you can enter
Supa rolls one deep most every day
He don’t waste time in the cutt, Supa hit and get on his way

ride and slide

I took a left on MLK and go a splinter in my hand
Then I got sideswiped by this shorty in a two-tone land
She got out cursing, screaming that I was in the wrong
She had on a tight red blouse with no bra on
Her hair was to her shoulders, face like Mya
She was so damn fine she made a playa wanna retire
I was float’in on that fire so I was calm and cool
She came up in my face I said, “Please don’t act a fool.”
“Look shorty, you were wrong, I had the green light.”
She took her earrings off like she was about to fight
“Hold on little mamma, we don’t have to go there.”
“I got some skunk in the trunk, can we go somewhere?”
She soon calmed down and admitted that she was wrong
She invited me to her place to blow and see her thong thathong thong
I was in it for a minute, two hours to be exact
She had (a) good head on her shoulders, Ivy League in fact
When we were done she made me dinner and gave me paper to fix my ride
Before I left she gave me her number and said "Call me when you want to slide!"

my first time

I was in the fifth grade when I first met Sativa. I was hanging out with my older brother at his friend’s house one night. We were just sitting around listening to some music when someone lit her up. She went around the room and landed between my fingers. At first I did not know what to do. I mean I knew that I was supposed to hit it, but I did not know if I should. I was kind of waiting for my brother to take her away from me and send me home. To be honest, I was hoping that he would take her from me. I was scared. I remember thinking, "I should be at home watching wrestling or something. A kid in the fifth grade should not be spending his Friday night smoking a joint." When I looked over at my brother, he was paying no attention to what was going on. His focus was on his girlfriend. I wanted to run out of the apartment and go home. I felt to cry. I don't know why I did it, but I did it. I put Sativa to my lips and took a deep breath…

Peewee

We had this female chihuahua that was given to us by a family friend. Her name was Missy. In the spring of 1985, I was in the sixth grade, Missy got pregnant by a dachshund. I came home from school one day and found them stuck together. She had five puppies. We gave away all of the puppies but one, the runt of the litter. I decided to keep him and name him Peewee, since he was the smallest of the bunch. Peewee turned out to be a great pet. He was my best friend through Junior High and High School. I was kind of sad that I could not take Peewee with me when I went out of the state for college. I asked my mom how Peewee was doing every time we talked. When I came home for Christmas, one of the first things that I did was go into the backyard to see Peewee. I loved Peewee. I changed schools after my freshman year of college, to a school that was thirty minuets away from home. I saw Peewee almost every weekend then. One weekend my girlfriend and I spontaneously decided to drive home. I had a few beers, so she did the driving. As soon as I got there I went to the backyard to see Peewee. I called for him but he did not come running like he always did when he heard my voice. I walked over to his house and it was empty. Peewee was nowhere to be found. I ran inside, “Mom where is Peewee?” “Oh baby, I forgot to tell you that Peewee died.” At first I thought she was kidding. I could not believe what I was hearing. “DIED??? Died of what?” “He got into a fight with a stray dog and got killed,” my mom said. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me about this? You know how I feel about Peewee.” “I’m sorry baby, it happened just last week, I did not want to bother you about it so I just had them take him away.” I was crushed. Between losing my best friend and the two 40s of Ides, I cried like a baby that night. I could not control it. I did not care that my girlfriend was there to witness me balling my eyes out over my dog. As a matter of fact, she consoled me as I cried on her shoulder. I could not get over the fact that I had to find out like this. Why did my mom not call me about this? Had I never expressed to my mom what Peewee had meant to me? Did she even care? After that night, I never spoke about Peewee with my mom again. As a matter of fact, I have not wanted anything to do with another dog after Peewee.

walking home

I think it was summer of 2001, and we had no vehicle at the time. We lived about thirty minuets from the store by foot, so it was nothing to walk to get groceries. It was a Friday and we were almost out of the essentials: milk, bread, fruit, etc. We had ordered pizza for dinner so I told my queen that I would go to the store later that night after things cooled down a bit. I had this sack of dynamite that I could not wait to burn up. After my queen and my seed had gone to bed, I rolled a stick and went for a walk around my apartment complex to burn. That shit was dynamite all right. I got so damn high that I had to sit down in the grass to chill. I put the stick out halfway through because I was better than good and decided to save the rest. About 1:00AM I was still on it when I remembered that I needed to go to the store. I got my backpack and headed out. I remember buying a lot of groceries that night. It might have been because my head was up and I had some money in my pocket. I seem to buy more than I need when I am elevated and I have some paper to spend.
I had crossed PV when I remembered that I had that stick to finish. There I was, 2:45AM walking down Riverside pushing a basket full of groceries puff’in on a fatty. I got a little paranoid when onetime rolled by, but the car kept rolling. I laughed to myself once I realized how shook I got. I remember talking to myself about the situation.
“Check yourself Supa, why would they waste their time on someone pushing a cart of groceries down the sidewalk minding their own damn business at 2:45AM smoking a black?”
“Fool, this ain’t no black!” “You better take another puff and realize.”
“I say black because that’s probably what it look like in the dark to those mutha fuckas. They got you all skeerd and shit! Here I was thinking that you a playa and you act’in like a punk!”
“Naa sun, it ain’t all that. I just can’t afford no shit with them folks. I got warrants and thangs from unpaid speed’in tickets from ’97.”
“Unpaid tickets...unpaid tickets??? It's niggas out hear with work on em and you tripp’in off of that? Give me my mutha fuck’in weed, NNNAAGGGA!!!”
"I got mouths to feed fool! Fuck what you heard, Supa ain't going to jail over shit...as a matter of fact, I bought this sack! Get out and walk, NNNAAGGGA!!!"
"We walk'in already, you must be blowed!!!"
Like I said before, we lived about thirty minuets from the store by foot. I got home after 4 that morning. I don't know why it took me so long. I don’t really remember taking any detours or anything like that. I was just taking my time enjoying the night and the sweet and the conversation. After unloading my goods I left the basket in a ditch behind our unit along with the other carts.
That was a good time to be alive and free.