apprehension resilience label // examine my joy, all its facets // praxis raised utensils out of mission // re-enable synapses, connection's chance // trust in my solar plexus effort // convenience gash the sky-scape // on my ass, paranoid every man age into smoke shop // called nostalgia when elephants fertilize roadblocks // home is a place ion belong // home is a place that i ain't born // home is a place i've never been // caught thinking on death again // when does kindness bouts become love? // closed captioned actions so below, as above // curse sewn into shrugs, nonchalant // latitudinal heart, our xs cross tees like waist belts // mementos as gravitational force satiate rain shaped self // evading cameras not for pleasure // salt and passcode language like innuendos // rebel any notion scapegoat time for leverage // my worth more than echoes // my name resist relic // my worth more than echoes // my name resist relic // my blackness as flesh mech //

nobody loves a genius child // sleep where the wild things roam into file cabinets // dollars the outlet // spent my savings on gilded cages // tyrannies echo our dreams, outcome amount to sedated offerings // anxious begs // thoughts never become prayers // scars praised from romance tinted lens // rose petal swarms pollinate air // met hesitance in sunday best floral pattern paint coat // miracle baby butter bean skin // son of runner and reflective road // made of incantation // i’m one w protection // wore black to funerals and weddings // ethereal settings // my feet a living axis this violence has no explanation for // the spear-bearer stands atop pleasant contrapposto // ressetti superego my artistic lineage // loop artificial breath ‘til i’m less person more experience // my health a kingdom of escape yearns at ocean’s floor // the buoy moored to point of no return // sandcastles measured by stowaways found // colored like stars, diamonded wishbone broth // dripping nectar, rim of family tree // my name branch off long as alaskan bullworm satisfaction wasn’t meant for me // belonging is dead weight // i have nothing that's nothing to you // i have nothing from nothings to you // In my revenge era I got something for every no body who made me feel like I was nothing Cus now I know better I made my Ghost into God, and Lord says revenge is mine see I’m spiteful and real clever I’m a cannibal when it come to swimming down with the fish I ain’t Dory, I ain’t never been the type to forget I know snakes and nword I can smell it all on ya breath I love myself more now than when I left it up to the rest Competition ? You more bronze , participation at best I take the full podium , smile and puff out my chest They say lonely is a winner who don’t share with the rest I say peace be with the niggas who doubted my greatness I got nothings that’s nothing to you But everything to me, cus I always got something to prove My big cousin the first person it ever pained me to lose I now know pain the way my hands know how to tie up my shoes It’s just another day , another icon humbly living Everything I touch another life I give some feeling I am God , and I don’t blaspheme but I do some healing

adamant of what paths // useda rock peasy-headed dunce cap // recess jumping off of play-sets // spiral mosh pit // fell in my own abysmal ways following shame reflex // shadowbox past measures // unalone being child actor // first crush named treasure // easy metaphor // mold implications is the perfect time to laugh! // '03 blackout my mom somersault down utica ave // fireworks lit by worn cigar from papa's past // learn from horse's mouth // seconds behind grandeur recovering from last crash // coulda had chicken, chose shrimp // another meal shrinking // when preference be an honor // empathy useful at what cost??? // color ain't fear of negative space // peace to megan! // inlist memories make poems out our tensions paper mache // art for ensemble sake, assembly line // blank bank statements, embroidery embrace // stained glass menagerie // scared i've made this want my own in the worst ways // depth only as far as what's mine // spent my savings body present feeling // time's a myth just like you'd say //

Swimming back from the deep end, how long I got left? That old familiar feeling starts to creep in. Coughs getting caught in the water filling up my chest, I don’t want this to be my last breath scared to breathe in. Tired of traveling paths that’s more beat in, on this next one the views may be a bit more scenic. Seen friends do shit I don’t believe in. Seen things I can’t admit you wouldn’t believe it! Goddamn I guess I’m acting grown now, been a few years since I struck out on my own now. Remember Punk sending Hardy home but it’s been a while. Flying off of the top of the turnbuckle, Expose it then disposing with a power bomb then powder off we burn rubber. Pedal to the floor kickstand I been leaning off the dro, prayed to the lord with unclean hands, I done fell for all of that before. Conversations with my father shorten up, I used to pray they weren’t so long but I’m still growing up. Learn from my mistakes and try to take from everything my ancestors gave me, And remember what those hard times made me. heavy is the crown on the head in the way // systematic destruction of 2nd // i question the king's place tucked in notions of progress // thousand hour parables held tortoise spirit hostage // like twigs scavenged into nest // laurel wreath of sticks // splinters parallel thousand miles apart // gold medal ramadan fast // not proud of my urges resembling sane // both God and life give me reasons to pray // but which push my follow through? // cabin full of imagination sheets // kiddie dreams, jet fuel signatures // sober up from kef still remain unseen //

skipping stones // buttercup over lady ocean // memories blend before growth // romanticized willingness to cope because wtf else??? // gentrified blues lack hope // selling my tenses // prototype blasphemous // broke rib memorabilia make way for my niggas // steel sharpen freely 'cause it ain't stainless // play in notions stretch beyond language // got six rhyme schemes all end in my name // meaning love offbeat! whatever get me through the week // gatekeeping the self and all his selves // our breath split into a tale of two cities // step outside the realm of safety // living off permanent stains make refuge of my body // address trail of a thousand moments // dancing to the sounds of busying scars // hickeys on your neck, was told love made of bruises i wince at the thought // chasms on your tongue reflect last ditch efforts // martyrdom ain't life after death dummy! // phone flashlight virtue signaling // what's the value of my words busy overthinking??? // martyrdom ain't life after death dummy!!!!!!! //

peaks and hystericals // ellipses synonymous for letting go // i'm an anxious force // useda watch sun and moon play favorites // now resort to tentative hope // uncertainty, comfortable place // could never claim clairvoyance my portion of love freedom rooted // span of one truthful sentence leave your good graces // watch your face contort // can feel ya silhouette shadow-shaped on my spinal cord // ends come when you least expect // bent the road less traveled into cognitive dissonance n haven't cried since // i bent the road less traveled into cognitive dissonance and i haven't cried since // eternity's long, i'd rather just live another day // where function override form // frustration's the new norm // i never rest! //

beauty in the eyes of "be keepers" budding // learned from subs thrown, sneaked kisses. petals // line my gums from iris rose-gold, spiraling up // shedding wonder for wisdom // subject assumptions to characteristics // rake narratives, i know // yearning linear plot 'bout eurocentric as fuck // a desire to understand first inherently mad eurocentric // cutting verses pondering scorched earth, i have // less to be proud of but it means more. life's ills // good or bad not mattering i make an enemy of what's necessary // from bath to bedroom // walking head down // from planet fitness to drew st // through ruins of a health clinic // jay-z ft ghost of gil-scott heron // forever's a hoax, just as unconditional // that's the best part! // that's the point! // that's the best part! // tryna find a point in shit thats really pointless sometime the purpose be to have no purpose empty purses capitalism got us feeling worthless empty purpose grandma used to say im smart but the extra thoughts not really worth it unplug the mind to let the conscious speak fightin with myself the shit that really teach off the lsd feelin like a prophet but aint one to preach colors gone now everything is bleak unknown is all i seek sometime struggle to move my feet mind like quick sand just tryna get a quick band seemin out of reach watch the world change while i sit still was told i cant live normal without like 6 pills shit waves crashing tsunami of my energy ocean rescind to come back again confused by the flood making bad decisions rather manic then depressed at least im feelin driven too much to do remember that one time i went to church and pastor told my mom im ordained by god still don’t know what that means shit but im hopin its nothin bad got no time for that religion seem kinda cultish idk bout god but always felt something lurkin over and under surface best part to me, that i may never know it forward the only way we fucking going tryna keep in motion

reconciliation piss poor carry doom like a heavy gourd tighten up, or lighten up the load to heavy for em! many torn ligaments and broken hearts, it let me spark a new way to picture art and then it starts like ricky starks i live in absolutes organize, start to build a better world thru grass and roots active coup my mind a frenzy if the gas is thru rolling up a slugger if you battin duke, boil on occasion like it's baton rouge "Wishful thinking its all good but it aint all bad either" so the passion grew natural money in the wind, water vapor // enough amalgamated, my sloth in the cold snow angels // uber eats turmoil another favor // ashamed superficials matter // fasting platters from labors // cockroach raisin oatmeal cookies // camouflage saviors in subconscious memory // when dreams feel tamer than changing mentally // my best self parable // the rest of me made a career conspiring capital, rushed ecstasy // reality weights escapism // held my ankle // anchored to hiding vices in “speak easy” // talk to me nice! still a sensitive nigga // harvesting regrets that grow with me // needs everywhere i go, tend to them with soft hands // thieves best empaths, sampled the room before i advanced // my name venn diagram // recovering from middle man // couldn’t afford to contort my growth into misery // wishful thinking it’s all good // but it ain’t all bad either! // if you spitting poison what the fuck you gonna have to swallow after? silly! that’s why I deplete my minds clearly, speakeasy, speak in codes really, forge no truce with the foliage, can’t let ‘em know that I’m loose, vine wound, bored on the stoop, ability don’t travel on it’s own until we get back to get up and going, find divine on the cloud, flip number nine for the potion, keep the magic in life cause it’s soulless without it what’s in motion or rotation keeps my love centrifugal, love stand colossus, love ain’t got a shadow, love ain’t got a language, love looks like emojis, hand hearts and sweepstake chances of meeting the love of your life on the 3 not when you want it but you need it, love looks like being locked up in your room alone every night drinking like I run a speak easy until I hit rock bottom bounce back cause that bitch elastic, return to Saturn swinging cause I ain’t dying now I’m living, might not be balling but I’m in the b league, ain’t got a metric banks worth of money but I got a lil cash tree and some pack for the weekend and my routine easening, I need my hibernation every evening, all my homies got that seasoning speak easy with em 🫀🤪🤞🏼

karma's never harm, trust // we in the belly bellowing ancestral groans // this for the war that brought my family crest // from chest to arms // prayer circle affirmation, no rest // attempts to move sorrow through escape goals // glass house dealt broken windows but i'm focused // writing from a place safest untainted // truth only poets know // why i let my smiles take rein // lynchpin idle animation aspire for more than "exchange pride for pain" // laid sentiments // firm stance cement contentness // experience 3 seasons one day // sky piss same way my heart taste // humanity denied asylum rely on crevasses where our eyes owned by reference // our legs follow suit and our hands are secrets // travel back to the motherland, young // give my niggas grenades and guns // erase myself // ain't shit without freedom, born sedated // is this inertia or initiation??? //

i know who i am dont know if id call it modest but if i got me i got us got 15 tucked say we wildin but look at all that surround us i been traveling light in search of solace a peace i could be proud of lumps in my throat choke the neck i been bottled n hallow but its promise in tomorrow even if i forgot it im never nothing i cant numb it even if thats what im wanting skipped out the door bout to pour into sumn optimism like a chore but im choosin where the love is try to infiltrate the soul but like most shit its no ones regardless what they told you you cant own it its a song in my heart that i wont hold fa no one i was on the ropes got roped in rose up like the bars when the truth comes back in trend we gon be posted as usual i been moving with a tense i cant pretend its all beautiful but i got enough sense to make amends i be screwin up brodie say it aint the end look ahead i said true enough heading home while i can still imagine God // schedule keep my calves metal // possums play dead, feign stubbornness escape routes // my rust manage fear // cindy awe my formulas as world-building // goal ain't a career of souvenirs it's deeper gluttony acts than deer heads // parasocial in physical this wear like old fits i'm worried diminishing // ki and i maneuvered mcdonalds' lasers the patience wire tapped // it's all love nothing but! // oh the things that useda phase us // is a good man constant in changing? // wading, the waves took us //