H-town summer

everyday was like Sunday
i woke up giving praise
by noon my mind was on haze

nuthin but a Supa short baby

One, two, three, and to the “foe”
It’s your hommie SupaG with a fat sack of Dro
Ready to burn it down so let me split the sweet
Crush the weed and roll a Supa treat
I’m gonna hit it hard at first and blow my mind like a bubble
With Supa and exotic mixed together?
Now you know you in trouble
It ain’t noth’in but a Supa thang baby
Everything is mashed potatoes and gravy,
Smooth and creamy kinda dreamy with a sprinkle of keef
I represent that one man clan and I’m the SupaCheif

the cliff

Standing at the edge of the cliff
All three legs want to jump
Looking down at all of your beauty
Thinking, “Should I free fall into her wetness?”
You ask if I’m a strong swimmer
“Girl, I gets deep like Jacques Cousteau!"
But, you asked if I was a strong swimmer
“I swim to survive.”
Will I be disappointed afterwards, will you?
How many times will you cum?
Because you know that I’m going to get mine
Can I hit it from the back and make it purr like a cat?
Then I want to press your legs behind your ears and kill it slow
Will you tell me if you feel me pressing on your spine?
Let me know if I bang it too hard
Or if you want me to go all Patrick Carney on it
I don’t have any Jimmys
Will I pull out in time or will I splatter the ovaries?
Sometimes that thing is paralyzing
Makes you want to stay in it till you go limp
But I don’t desire more kids
Will you be clingy after I turn it out?
Or will we just fuck like chiens and then go our separate ways?
Standing at the edge of the cliff

short

left hand on the steering, right hand on that good
i’m get’in blowed and blowed at the same time
cause caramel dime work’in my wood
and when i came she swallowed and told me,
“I can tell you been on that Kush!
cause it taste so fruity-n-sour,
now can you Supa beat down this bush?”

Badu inspired joint

Ooh hey

I’m trying to figure out
Which one I’m gonna cut
I think I’ll choose thick thigh caramel over there

Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
I tried to front but I’m too damn true
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
Showed her my golden ring and she still swallowed my goo
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
I knew she was clingy but I hit it anyway
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
Now she’s call’in my phone every muthafuck’in day

Time to save the world?
Shit, I’m still trying to cut new dimes
So many fuckfaces I still don’t know
So many thick asses to hit from behind
Yes I was born to procreate
Already got three seeds so I keep protection
So after I cum and blow out their backs
I chunk up the deuce and move on to the next one

reflections1

i used to see a lot of smoke and mirrors, staring at myself in the john puff’in traum
those were some lonely days
mind stayed in a haze
not try’in to move, call it ass-laze
now I look back and think, “Damn, that was the time that a negro should have been push’in
to make a way for the fam.” but i was too caught up in kush’in
WHAT THE FUC%?, GO#D@MN!
so now i am where i am
but in a way it was all necessary
the old folks used to say, “Sometimes the harder the land the sweeter the berry.”

AMsnow

I remember those cold walks across campus many a late at night
No one was about; there was no wind to keep noise
The only sound was the crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch of the snow under my boots

oddthoughts

i really wanted to cut but cat was like, “Man Hold Up, I’m big bike’in right now, call it red cycle”

had to go ahead and beat it like Michael
jumped in the shower, Supastroked for about an hour
by the time I was done, joint was spotless like an hour-glass in a cleanroom
yo Negro, pass that boom
i’m try’inta get my head up
cause that pressure don’t seem to let up
i’m about to grab the gat and blackout
wake-up and muthafucka’s all wet up
but fuck it, i’m fed up
not to be confused with them peeps for DC
i don’t want no parts of them, but they love to see me
call it big brother, word to mother, them muthafucka’s straight nosey
but let me catch ‘em peek’in through my window, it’s gone be a fuck’in dosey
oops, I mean doozy, like old girl named Susy who was a Supa head doctor
she blew me then I rocked her
droped her off and Spoked her, universal duce sign
she stayed on my mind like kine
the next week I scooped her up, had to press rewind

offdome

my shit is heavy like a big block
never in a hurry, broke tick-tock
pure and straight, no muthafuckin chase
you can’t hang with the game? get out and pray like Mase
this shit here be zig-zag, never ever straight lace
i remember when the sweet was hashish lined
then topped off with that exotic kind
3rd eye opposite of blind
call that shit Supa x-ray
Supa cut’n fish like filet

transform

i’m look’in in the mirror call it SupaStar gaze’in
work’in on a master plan try’in to end this damn maze’in
i’m sick and tired of being sick and tired of this treadmill life
gotta reinvent the nigga that i’ve become in this life
half man/half amaze’in, going through a self haze’in
“You a SupaStar nigga betta stand your ground,
and when that chrysalis pops open we got a 12 and a pound"

reflect

when i was a kid I used to spend time in front of the mirror
asking, “Who am I?”
sometimes i would stand there, staring at myself for what seemed like hours
but it was really only minutes
then, all of a sudden i would be staring at another person
i mean, it would still be me in the mirror, but it was like i didn’t know me
i know that this seems kinda crazy, but it’s real
i would find myself staring at a stranger, like i didn’t know myself
like i was lost
sometimes i still feel like i’m on a mission to find me
i still feel lost at times, at times i still feel like i need to be found

dreamgirl

Sometimes I don’t want to wake up
Not that I’m ready to die, but some of my dreams are so damn fly
Take for instance my soul mate, she lives in my dreams
She is beauty; I never remember what she looks like when I wake up
But I know what she feels like, she feels like love
When she moves she floats like a leaf on calm waters
Her voice is as soft as a humming bird’s flapping wings
Her words are as intense as a Kilauea river
She speaks to me like a blue light speaks to a mosquito
But when I touch her I feel only love
She is like a chameleon, for in my dreams she appears in varying colors
She has been dark chocolate brown to eggshell white and all points in between
But I always know it’s her; she is beauty; she is love

blown

Girl I got my wind up
I’ma put a candle on your back, and we both know how it’s gonna end up…
Straight dripped up, and blown out
I know that you know what I’m talk’in bout
Can you set them coolers up after I get showered down?
I’ll lay back and burn a sweet, while your sweet lips go to town
I might put you on my team, but first you gotta make your mind up
I might let you buy the mall, just so you can get your shine up
We can dine up, put some kine up, and keep that brown liquor pour'in up
And if you nigga trip, I got a full clip of 15 little friends, go tell that dude that’s what’s up

trip'in otra vez

I spit that hot shit like Redman Chew
Told my girl it’s like 3T, Just Me and You
But on the low I had a boppa straight swallow’in gew
And when she found out I was like, “Damn baby, who knew?”
Smoothed that shit out then it was on to the next
I’ma peace love’in brotha, I don’t look for plex
But if you bring it, then I’ma bring that Supa funk like Flex
So you betta bring your whole crew for maximum protects
I'm known for stomp'in heads and break'in knecks
Drop effects while I wrecks
Have your bitch forge’in your checks
In between give’in me throat and open’in my ice cold Beck’s
Excuse me, for I digress, I usually try to keep it clean but today I’ma mess
I’m not catholic but put me in a sound booth with a pen and pad and I’ll confess
That this brotha that you read’in bout is the absolute best
Now run tell that to the rest

anotha-Supa-short

They keep ask’in, “Hey Supa, what kinda whip you gonna push this summer???”
Shit, I’ma come down in a drop top Hummer,
on some 40 inch floaters,
and a souped-up motor,
with candy drip’in green like that Jedi named Yoda.

keyboard-freestyle

i’m catch’in bad vibes from them haters and snitches
cause I’m SupaFly and my slab float on 23 inches
call it J-roll’in
big face fold’in
killa smoke hold’in
deep in my lungs
i make thick thigh women speak in multiple tongues
i’ma collector of dimes
cut each one about three times
i re-loop that pink and put ‘em in my rhymes
i be that SupaDupa brotha with a SupaStar flow
if you ain’t know already, muthafucka now you know
i go SupaDupa stupid on that brown and green dro
my momma knew she had a real one when I hit the “floe”
straight run’in like 100, hurdle'in like 110
i’m an old school brotha like that juice and gin
pick a corner, I’ll bend
pick a game, I’ll win
SupaDupa run “tings” from beginning to end

trip'in once again

I told shorty, “Go ahead and pop that pussy if you wanna
But if you do I gotta warn ya
I’ma get up in that thang and straight iron out every crease and corna
Have you all hot and humid as if we were chill’in up in a sauna
Puff’in on that killa Cali medi-grade marijuana
You’ll be ask’in if I’m gonna
Bang on it like MJ from the base line
And hit it from the back and grip on your slim waist line
I’ll make you gush like a geyser 4 or 5 times
We’ll take a break to sip some brown and then press re-wind
I’ll do you like Eve and blow your mind
Like Lou Rawls, “You’ll Never Find Another” cutter like mine"

pass

when I die don’t burry me a G
burn my lifeless body and spread my ashes by the sea
return me to the water, Aquarius is me
bring my great grand seeds to the beach to visit Granddaddy
teach them about my life and times, pass on ourstory
raise ‘em to be Kings and Queens ‘cause they come from royalty

shortshort

Keep your dollar and a dream and fuck that genie and 3 wishes/
Give me a sack of strong, some brown liquor, and three big booty ________/
That’s all the help I need to work my plans and stack my riches.

dream'in

I have the same dream about every other month:
It is the last day of the second grade. I walk out of school and my dad is there waiting for me. I’m so happy and surprised. We walk over to Manuel’s corner store in Blumberg Park and get ice cream. It is the best time ever; me and my dad. We begin to walk home and are about four blocks away from the crib when they drive by…
I see the fear jump into his eyes when he sees the car make the U-turn. I can feel that he wants to run, but he can’t leave me there. The car comes to a screeching halt in front of us and three young men jump out. Two of them are carrying bats; the other has a knife with a big blade. The one with the knife speaks; “What’s hapn’in Frank?”
Dad just steps in front of me.
“Herple been look’in for you Frank.”
“Tell Herple that I got his money at the house.”
“He said that you was gonna say that. He told me to tell you that he’s sick and tired of wait’in on you and he ain’t gon wait on yo ass no more.”
He holds the knife in dad’s face and turns and smiles at me; the sun is sparkling off of the diamond in his mouth.
Dad punches dude with the diamond in his nose and pushes me toward the curb.
As dude falls back holding his face dad turnes to me and yells, “Run son!!!”
I take two steps backwards and turn to run into a wall; there are four of them. I guess the fourth dude had been following dad on foot. He wraps his python like arm around my neck and lifts me off of the ground, “You ain’t go’in nowhere little nigga!”
Dad doesn’t move a step; he just turns and faces the other three. Dude with the knife is bleeding from his nose while still flashing his diamond smile, “Why did you have to go and do that Frank? Now I gotta have my hommies fuck you up!”
He pulls a red bandanna out of his back pocket and wipes his bloody nose. He motions to the two batters and says, “Let’s get this over wid.”
Dad runs up on one of the dudes with the bats and catches him with a hard left to the jaw; dude goes down hard. As dad turns to where he thinks the other one is, the bat meets the back of his head, dad goes down. By this time, dude that’s holding me has lowered me to the ground but I can’t move. He just holds me there and makes me watch as the other one with the bat beats the grey out of dad’s head.
It turns out that they beat my dad to death over a fuck’in dice game…
I am always in the process of using my bare hands to scoop up dad’s brains when I wake up.

I Reminisce

I used to love spark'in in the park
I spent so much time get’in lifted, just me and the birds and trees
I used to reflect a lot when I was in my special state, just sitting out there on a park bench
I would think about the world and how I did or did not fit in
I would wonder why my life was not quite like I wanted it to be
I would tip-toe on contemplating what my life would be like had I ended up with another woman

But then I could not imagine life without my kids and that was that
I remember picking up sacks and driving to Fiesta to roll in the parking lot; then on to the park
I did a lot of my night time burning in this one particular park
The anonymity of burn’in in the park at night is so attractive
People would walk right by me and never know what I looked like
One night I was burn’in in the park and this big ass owl flew over my head; that shit was so cool, like in the nature shows
I miss spark'in in the park

another short

I’m a freak to the core, I like a good girl, but I love me some whores
I be bust’in in they faces and they be steady beg’in for more
I like to put ‘em in the Buck and beat ‘em like a drum line
After they gush all over they say, “Damn Supa, you just beat that thang down like One-time!”

The Day

celebrate’in 39 trips around the sun today
money still short, but i might buy a fuck’in 9 today
and make a few withdraws and have myself a good day
“Might as well nigga, after all it is your birth day!”
drop by the florist, get some strong, and get straight lit today
send mom a shoe box of money with a note: MOMMA IT’S MOVE’IN DAY!
when people ask why i’m so happy i’ll say, “Shit, I found my groove today!”
hit the “package stoe” and get me someth’in 100 proof today
get to the crib with mad gifts and tell my moon my numbers hit today
my seeds will probably ask me if I had a good V-day
i’ll tell ‘em, “Folks been give’in daddy big bags of loot today!”
step out to check the mail and here, “Freeze muthafucka, or this will be your last day!”
cuff me and throw me in the car and say, “You know you done fucked up today!”

“a worthy cause”

“Ben, I don’t know how grandaddy gonna make it this time.”
“What you mean?”
“I done took my last pill this morning. I ain’t got no more money come’in in to get no more.”
“I’ll get you some money to buy your meds grandaddy.”
“Boy, you ain’t got no job! I don’t wont you to be out there in that damn trap, you hear me?"
“Yes sir.”
“I ain’t play’in. You stay away from down there!”
“OK, grandaddy.”

TWO DAYS LATER

“So I just took out my gun and shot that muthafucka.”
“You shot him dead?”
“Naw, nigga. I shot him in the foot!”
“In the foot, why the fuck you do that?”
“I just wanted to get that big muthafucka off me, I did’nt want to kill him.”
“Yea, but now he gone be look’in for you when he get right.”
“I was wearing a ski mask, some Cali locs, coveralls, and a pair of duck boots. I burned all of them shits in a barrel in the dump. He gonna look but he ain’t gonna find me.”
“Ain’t he gonna remember your voice?”
“I didn’t say shit, I just handed him a note like in the movies.”
“How much did you get anyway?”
“Enough to pay for grandaddy’s meds for six months.”
“Word?”
“Word.”

short

Burn’in 84 sweets in the ’84 Fleetwood
Vogues and 84s got the shoes and the feet good
Diamonds under ass and they pressed against that grain
Donkey Kong throwing kegs around the trunk sound insane

“Come’in down wood grain, butter floor mats”
Got my wife beater on, show’in off my tats
Blowing killa green smoke out my moon roof
I can not tell a lie sun, I’m the fuck’in “troof”

“dime jack”

Nigga I’ll take your bitch and turn her into my dime
And have her yelling out “SUPA!!!” while I cut from behind
After a two week freak, I’ll drop her back to your place
And she can tell you all about how Supa took her on a trip to outer space
She’ll talk about bright stars and comets, galaxies and black wholes
But most of all she’ll rave about how Big Supa worked that pole
How I touched her spine and made her cum multiple times
And how I even showed her pics of some of my best work with past dimes
And when you go to sleep she’ll pack all her shit and leave a note to explain;
“Dear John, it has been nice, and I don’t wish to cause you any pain
But I’m writing you this letter just to make it understood
This little momma gotta bounce ‘cause SupaDupa got that Good…”

food for the thinking

Though it is a great accomplishment to finally have a Black president of these united states of america, it seems like a setback at the same time. A lot of Black folks have stopped digging as deep, stopped yelling as loud, stopped fighting as hard as they once did… Now that a Black man, a Black woman, and their Black children live in the white house, some Black people believe that we have finally overcome. They think the struggle is over. They think we have reached our goal. They think we are free at last because a Black man was elected, or depending how you look at it, allowed to be president of these united states of america.
Not to take anything away from brother Barack, but I see mirrors, smoke screens, veils, and more wool being pulled over already blinded eyes. They are still throwing us bones, bones with a little more meat on ‘em, but we are still getting bones while they are eating filet mignon. We are drinking 211 while they are drinking 100 year old Scotch. We are smoking stepped on while they burning that Cali-Medical. Are you following the analogy?
I don’t trust a muthafucka!!! Call it paranoia if you want; Paranoia: a baseless or excessive distrust of others. Follow the history of this country and tell me if my extreme distrust is really baseless or excessive. Muthafucka got your face in the mud all your life; hell he has had your face in the mood for the entire history of your people on this land. Been raping, murdering, maiming, starving, breaking up families, kicking your ass, turning you against your brother and sister, using your Black ass for all that he can, straight fuck’in your world up, and to this day he is still at it. And now that a Black man is really the HNIC, yall think that it is all good? “Nigga please, I got somethin’ real for your ass in these hands!”
How can one Black man reaching the “top” equal all of us reaching? They still got yall asses fooled cause you think shit is sweet now. The shit is still fucked up, in many ways it is more fucked up because a lot of us have been lulled into stagnation by the same muthafuckas that put our Black asses on them ships.
People, we have to refuse to fall for the oke doke. We got Black babies to grow. Teach your seeds Ourstory and let them know that they should not be afraid to live like the kings and queens that they are. We can’t have them growing up thinking that this is how shit is supposed to be. Do you want your seeds to fall over the same hurdles that you did? Or, do you want to teach them to metaphorically jump higher, run faster, and dodge them fuck’in bullets that put your ass in the dirt? Then remove those chains and open your damn eyes. Stop hate’in on each other, niggas unite and rise together. Socrates Fortlow said, “They separated us. They made sure that slaves came from different tribes and spoke different tongues so they couldn’t plot against ‘em. That’s how we learned to be black people---alone, even in a crowd.”
Division is the only way they can control us. Tighten up your family first, and then work on your neighbors, then your hood. Try to keep it 100 and build. Find out what we can do together and stop thinking that we have done something because we have a few at the top.

“the straight”

some a yall just don’t fuck’in understand
but on the real I’m try’in to get all yall to overstand
sometime it’s hard as hell being somebody’s daddy
when a nigga’s own daddy never was a nigga’s daddy.
shit, sometimes I just wanna lay back in the 84 footed Caddy
and get some brain from a dime while I’m burn’in down a fatty.
but that ain’t me, I don’t even own a Llac
and my new job run random tests so I can’t chance going back
on that unemployment shit
sometimes life plays like a skit.
i got 3 seeds look’in up to me
i’m try’in ta show ‘em what a real daddy sposed to be
but I never had a fuck’in rolemodel
that nigga was busy spending his life in the bottom of a bottle
and kick'in momma in the ass
and make'in my brothers grow too fast.
now it’s ironic that I find myself take’in straight shots like a semi-auto gat,
it don’t matter brown or clear nigga where the fuck it at?
but a nigga still maintain and show and prove for my seeds
even though they see my flaws, I hope they remember my good deeds

“The Bus Stop”

It was 9:30 on Saturday morning and John was riding his bike to the store to get a Black and some coffee. As he was passing the bus stop he heard someone trying to get his attention:
“Youngblood, hey hommie…”
John looked over at the small crowd of people at the bus stop but did not recognize anyone.
“Youngblood let me holla at you for a minute.”
John stopped in front of a thirtyish looking dude wearing old school Js, jeans, and a white tee.
“Do you know me man? Cause I don’t recognize your face…”
“They call me Fire, you don’t remember me from the party last night do you Youngblood?”
John’s eyes narrowed to slits. “No man, I don’t remember you”
“Why the fuck did you and your brotha come up in there blast’in like that? Look’in for some nigga… Man, yall lucky that yall left when yall did. We was about to throw some hot rocks in yall asses.”
“Say what?”
“I said that you and yo brotha was about to get dealt with!”
“Really? So you tight with that nigga Earl huh?”
“That’s my people…”
“Damn, you say yall was gonna blast us?”
“Hell yea nigga! You come up in our shit and start pop’in off shots like that… I don’t give a fuck who you got beef with, you chose the wrong place hommie! As a matter of fact I otta put my foot in yo ass right now!”
“There ain’t no need for that.”
John turned his bike around and pedaled in the direction that he came from.
“That’s right hommie; take yo ass on before you get stomped!”

About five minutes later John was riding his bike back up the street. As he approached the bus stop he saw that Fire was still there, waiting on the bus.
When Fire saw John he jumped to his feet.

“Muthafucka I thought I told you to get on? Now I’ma have to fuck you up!”
John didn’t say a word as he rode up to Fire; he dropped his bike, reached in his pocket and pulled out a black 9mm.

The small crowd of people at the bus stop scattered when they saw the gun. The only one that didn’t run was Fire.
“Hold up Youngblood, we good. I told you that we was gonna get at yall last night. Today is a new day, that shit is squashed now.”

John didn’t say a word as he walked up to Fire. He raised the 9 and held it about a foot from Fire’s forehead. He looked into Fire’s frightened eyes.

“My brother got shot about 3:30 this morning.”
“Naw Youngblood, I been at my lady’s crib since yall closed the party down last night.”
“That’s funny cause one of the last things my brother said was, ‘Get Fire.’ I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about until you told me what your name was.”
“Naw nigga, I told you I was-“

BAM
The bullet made a small hole in Fire’s forehead and blasted the back of his head off before he hit the ground.

BAM- BAM- BAM
John put three bullets in Fire’s heart as he lay dead on the ground.

John put the gun back in his pocket and took off his gloves. He got back on his bike and rolled slowly down the sidewalk. He was two blocks away when the two Black&Whites sped past him in the direction of Fire’s dead body.

3dimes

It’s your hommie SupaG.
Brain gone, float’in down your street
In a candy Cadillac with 84’s on the feet
Got one dime steady roll’in sweets
Got one with a purse full’a heat
And one do’in noth’in but give’in me brain and swallowing all my skeet skeet

another ep

As I was sitting on the bed, bucket naked, rolling some flowers,
she floated into the room still wet from the shower
She stood in front of me dripp’in from head to toe;
she looked me in the eyes and said, “Let’s go…”
I put down the sweet, and grabbed the cocoa butter;
I rubbed her body slow and long, made her hips flutter
I laid her on her stomach and slowly caressed her curves,
then my joint started to get heavy, “Be still my nerves…”
She rolled over on to her back, and her nipples hardened to my touch,
the look in her eyes said, “Supa, cut me very much…”
She spread her legs, exposing her thick black foliage and beautiful pink flower,
I dove into that tiger lily and stroked for about an hour
I shot twice, she came three times,
she slept on my chest, my heart beat to unspoken rhymes
We woke up the next day, sometime around noon,
“Oh shit…look at the time, what about my moon???”