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
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
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.
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.
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.
Friday, February 17, 2012
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
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
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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!”
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!”
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!”
Friday, February 10, 2012
“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.”
“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.”
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