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