H-town summer

everyday was like Sunday
i woke up giving praise
by noon my mind was on haze

nuthin but a Supa short baby

One, two, three, and to the “foe”
It’s your hommie SupaG with a fat sack of Dro
Ready to burn it down so let me split the sweet
Crush the weed and roll a Supa treat
I’m gonna hit it hard at first and blow my mind like a bubble
With Supa and exotic mixed together?
Now you know you in trouble
It ain’t noth’in but a Supa thang baby
Everything is mashed potatoes and gravy,
Smooth and creamy kinda dreamy with a sprinkle of keef
I represent that one man clan and I’m the SupaCheif

the cliff

Standing at the edge of the cliff
All three legs want to jump
Looking down at all of your beauty
Thinking, “Should I free fall into her wetness?”
You ask if I’m a strong swimmer
“Girl, I gets deep like Jacques Cousteau!"
But, you asked if I was a strong swimmer
“I swim to survive.”
Will I be disappointed afterwards, will you?
How many times will you cum?
Because you know that I’m going to get mine
Can I hit it from the back and make it purr like a cat?
Then I want to press your legs behind your ears and kill it slow
Will you tell me if you feel me pressing on your spine?
Let me know if I bang it too hard
Or if you want me to go all Patrick Carney on it
I don’t have any Jimmys
Will I pull out in time or will I splatter the ovaries?
Sometimes that thing is paralyzing
Makes you want to stay in it till you go limp
But I don’t desire more kids
Will you be clingy after I turn it out?
Or will we just fuck like chiens and then go our separate ways?
Standing at the edge of the cliff

short

left hand on the steering, right hand on that good
i’m get’in blowed and blowed at the same time
cause caramel dime work’in my wood
and when i came she swallowed and told me,
“I can tell you been on that Kush!
cause it taste so fruity-n-sour,
now can you Supa beat down this bush?”

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