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