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

short

you can stay in that trap hommie, i bees in the cuts
while you move’in weight all night, i’m in your girl bust’in nuts
she be call’in me that nigga, and give’in me that good dome
i hit it again in the morning, and i’m ghost by the time you get home

Memorial Monday

“What’s up Dr. Bryant? How you do’in today?”
“Enough with the Dr. stuff Quinn; I told you that you can call me Monica. And I’m fine, how are you?”
“I’m good, Monica.”
“So, at the end of our last visit you were about to tell me about 'Memorial Monday.' Can you continue?”
“Well, to jump right into it, she was dome’in yo boy and then my hommie slid in from the back and started bang’in that ass.”
“Really? She sounds like she was quite the woman.”
“Word, she just kept on give’in me brain like a pro; that shit was good too. I didn’t even feel any teeth until she started to cum.”
“Were you frightened that she was going to hurt you?’
“Nah, not really. It was some weird shit though cause I was a little shook about her bite’in my shit but it was kinda exciting at the same time.”
“Exciting in what way?”
“I don’t know how to explain it, but when she started to cum it just made me want to go deeper down her throat.”
“I see. You mentioned something about her husband, can you explain?”
“Yea, it was the weirdest shit that I have ever been a part of. He was there the whole time, watch’in his woman suck dicks and get’in hit from behind. I wasn’t with it at first but when she turned to me and asked if I wanted to get sucked off I just went with it.”
“And what was the husband doing while all of this was going on?”
“He just sat in the corner and jacked-off.”
“Really?”
“Word, craziest shit I have ever seen. After I came and she moved on to the next man, her husband got up and went to the restroom. I was like, ‘Ohhh Shit! This muthafucka is gonna come out shoot’in or some shit!!!’ So I moved to the end of the couch that was close to the slid’in glass door. If he came out shoot’in or something I was going to dash out.”
“So what happened when he came back?”
“He just sat back down, pulled out his little dick, and started to beat it again.”
“Did you have intercourse with her too?”
“Nah, I just got brained up.”
"Really, why didn't you have intercourse with her?"
"I just wasn't in the mood for any Strange  that night."
“How many of you did she do?”
“There were five of us, but only three hit.”
“So how did it all end?’
“That was some other shit. She went to the rest room and washed up and shit. When she came out it was like an end of a business meeting or something. She gave everyone her number, shook our hands, and asked us to call her.  And her husband started shaking hands too.”
“Did you shake his hand?”
“Hell yea, I had to. I looked that crazy muthafucka right in the eyes and gave him a firm shake. I really wanted to ask him how he could sit there like that and watch his lady go off like she did, but I kept it to myself.”
“So did you ever see them again?”
“Yea, but I have to save that for the next visit. I gotta bounce to scoop the seeds.”
“Oh wow, I didn't notice that we have been here an hour already. I'll see you in two weeks Quinn.”
“OK, peace Dr---, I mean, see you then Monica.”