Badu inspired joint

Ooh hey

I’m trying to figure out
Which one I’m gonna cut
I think I’ll choose thick thigh caramel over there

Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
I tried to front but I’m too damn true
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
Showed her my golden ring and she still swallowed my goo
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
I knew she was clingy but I hit it anyway
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
Now she’s call’in my phone every muthafuck’in day

Time to save the world?
Shit, I’m still trying to cut new dimes
So many fuckfaces I still don’t know
So many thick asses to hit from behind
Yes I was born to procreate
Already got three seeds so I keep protection
So after I cum and blow out their backs
I chunk up the deuce and move on to the next one

reflections1

i used to see a lot of smoke and mirrors, staring at myself in the john puff’in traum
those were some lonely days
mind stayed in a haze
not try’in to move, call it ass-laze
now I look back and think, “Damn, that was the time that a negro should have been push’in
to make a way for the fam.” but i was too caught up in kush’in
WHAT THE FUC%?, GO#D@MN!
so now i am where i am
but in a way it was all necessary
the old folks used to say, “Sometimes the harder the land the sweeter the berry.”

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