The musings of a madman...

  'Twas two nights before Kwanzaa, and down in the trap The cook house was jumping, that’s real shit no cap   The shotgun was set by the bedside with care In case somebody thought I might be scared   The children were nestled all snug in their beds While daddy was bugging mom, for just a little head   Mom in her bonnet and dad his durag Won’t mess up your hair, we got this in the bag   Out on the driveway arose such a clatter, I grabbed the twelve gauge to see what was the matter   Away to the window like Malcolm I posed Careful, prepared to put lead in these thieving hoes   The moon started to shine on the still-falling snow Gave a shine to just like daylight on everything below   When what the fuck to my eyes appear? But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer   With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.   Faster than my pitbulls, how quickly they came they came And then he whistled, and shouted, and shouted their names   "Now,  H

     We’re told that patience is virtuous… I did the right thing when I’ve waited      Keep conflict low, don’t make waves… I don’t much debate it      Say what you mean and mean what you say… It’s on them if conflated      Stay in my lane… Easy, most can’t even relate it      Plan hard and work harder… Love what you’ve created      Positivity and focus… At times I feel insulated      Respectability; stand by what you’re about… Time spent doing right is never time wasted      Well I’ve spent years expecting my turn… My time is awaited      Past outcomes speak to norms… I think it’s all overrated      I like to think I am working toward SOMETHING… Perhaps it’s all just belated      I could REALLY use some input… On what has delayed it      Why, all this time doing right… am I the one still frustrated?

     If we’re going to keep it 100 … I feel like I need to come up with 99 ways in 98 days Seems I’m forced to 97 reasons to deal with 96 cretins 95 destructive elements come in to uproot… … my 94 productive attempted inputs I came in with the goal of 93 rhymes Shit, I might scrap the whole thing 92 times Welcome to the great state of NC, 91 ° in the shade! Well, 90 % humidity…  We do not have it made! 89 is the percentage of the chance you’re taking mine Seems like good odds, but believe I ate 80 of the last ones who tried [ Phlip note : see what I did there?] 87 , they say, is an unlucky number So I’ll just 86 it, man what a bummer Hey, I remember ’ 85 , Kareem and Magic took it home! 84 – I am beginning to regret even starting this poem “High of 83 °,” is this even August? 82 year-old senators deny climate change is what to call this Nine added nine times is 81 , that’s simple math mathematics Jerry Rice w

Black on Black crime got brothers serving back-to-back time Nothing rhymes with recidivism and we can't go back in time Dirty water in Flint, yellow #5, MSG and foods laced with swine Signs sent that the fellows in charge just don’t want us alive Police shootings are cause for our brothers riots and looting They put us in cages to hide us from our rooting “They” keep strong Black fathers away from their Black babies ‘Cause they know single mothers can’t make kings, not even maybe Molly and Percocet and xannies, that’s what they let our music feed us Then right back to the War on Drugs, their prison labor needs us Take back our cities; we need a community and a hand on our families Too many in one place is a violent problem, that’s their fallacy Kaepernick, OJ, Jay-Z and Obamacare are just distractions STAY WOKE, my brothers and look deep at what’s happening Amerikkka is not here for us, never was all along Africa is the mother con

You and me girl, we’ll be the next big thing. Plus her and her too, you can all be my queens. You cook, she cleans and the other can twerk. I’ll wait home patiently for you all to get home from work. Loyal sex is safe sex, you’re my only lovers. With only us four, we won’t need these rubbers. Join in this royalty and give me your loyalty. One king and three queens, you all can come spoil me. One household, three incomes, legacy is gold. We’ve all tried and failed with others and that shit just got old. Outsiders will hate our life, they’ll just never get it. The beautiful black family, they don’t want to be with it. When it comes time for the kids, our beautiful brown babies. I want them all at once, no ifs ands or maybes. I cannot legally marry you and give you all three rings. Well baby we ain’t Mormon and the laws are a thing. Besides who wants to take it there?  Lawyers and papers and such. And then comes the government and that’s jus