medi(c)tations

as i sit under palm trees, trying to catch a breeze

thinking, “I wish I had a bad bitch to juggle these…”

with the sun shining on me and me shining right back

birds chirping, bees buzzing, “Damn, I wish I had a sack!”

so i close my eyes to meditate, but sex is all i see

her body is like an exotic car, and my dick is the key

i try harder to clear my mind, sleep begins to creep

next thing i know i’m counting the dead, fuck a fluffy sheep

i’m sitting on a billion, still trying to gather more

oh, to be fly like Dubai and build an island off shore

palm trees and cool breeze, exotic herb and sandy knees

grey matter and brown liquor, tiger lilly tease

good look

Feel'in sun rays as I look upon the man in the mirror
I’m reflect’in on myself, shit is start’in to get clearer
Grey creep’in at my temples, solar trips keep add’in up
So every day is like my born date, everready is my cup
At times I drink too deeply and wake up out of state
Think’in about my pops and wonder if his could be my fate
But fuck that, I got way too much love in my life
So I’ma keep dance’in in the rain with my seeds and my wife
Life could be better, but I be damned if it ain’t good
Food, clothing, shelter, and knowledge live abundant in my hood
So I’ma keep show’in, and prove’in, and build’in in this joint
And I’ma keep a sharp pencil so you can keep get’in my point

“Bitches Ain't Shit” inspired trip

Man, your chick is a self-described hoe and a trick

She licked on my nuts and sucked my dick

I kicked her the fuck out after I came

And then you took that hoe back just like a fuck’in lame

 I used to call your chick Shorty Crazy Brain

She used to suck me dumb, so I called her Crazy Brain

The pink was the bomb too; I beat it till it turned blue

I used to bust on her back, then I let that bird fly back to you

killa shade

I spent many-a-year sit’in under killa trees
Shad from them toxic clouds helped cool the breeze
“Man, don’t ask to hit it cause you didn’t put in on these…”
Most of my  missions were on a Supa solo tip
Them flowers and brown had life move’in at a Supa slowmo clip
At times I was on some ill type shit like the script was about to flip
“If I should die before the end of my bake,
Roll up the rest of that shit and burn it at my wake,
Tell my queen and my seeds I’ll see ‘em on the other side
And tell all my jump-offs that they dude had to ride.”

short

yea it’s been a minute, your dude still up in it
you know Supa represent from ’73 til infinit
i’m still drop’in poems strictly for the love of it
similar to time hommie, I’ma never ever quit