I'm watchin a full moon dance
thru my cloudy memories
truth be told
times I'd rather do without
bein tossed about
and turned in 5 different directions
lookin 4 protection
in the Psalms
I asked David how
he remained so damn calm
he never did respond
it's kool
ain't no white dove gonna
land on a rooftop in the ghetto
'cuz he know
it's a wasted trip
Tears form
in the eyes
of a man who never learned 2 cry
gotta be the cold night air
a momentary blunder
yet, I wonder
if my burnin eyes ever learned 2 smile
even 4 a while
happiness?
S--T that's an illusion
by the time it passes thru
the filters of a restless urban sieve
Yo, tell me brother
how da hell can a man
be knowledgable enuf
2 pen the changing of the seasons
yet not have a clue 2 the identity
of the entity
that seasoned his mypic descriptions?
of a mad house
near the rail road tracks
over by the creek
across 58th Street
Feelin the cool autumn air
look-ee here
sadness is stoppin by
2 say hello
yo sadness, will I ever be content?
He said, S--T, it depends
just like dog
he don't like givin answers
'cuz he make his livin
selling broken hearts 2 the junkyard
and leavin you with more questions
2 ponder
I'M GOIN UP YONDER!
no I ain't
over yonder is the Black Bottom
ain't even a gas station down
that hellhole
S--T, ain't nuthin left 2 rob ova there
but futures
I went down there once
on a dare, see the mark
on my heart
that's from the sutures
hell yeah I survived!
how? alot of brothers in the Bottom are crazy
very few can be consistently evil
so...I out evil-ed they A--S
Yo, tell me Sister
can a man love you without lovin love
if lovin himself ain't ever been defined?
take your time
and don't hit me with that poor D'ee stuff
ain't no need 4 you 2 be kind
ain't no fast forward or play
in this brother's life ya heard
only rewind
what am I lookin 2 find?
for starters
maybe the smile
a child
left across 58th Street
down by the creek
bout 3 blocks from the basketball courts
and Longacre's Meats
Feelin that familiar vibe
Oh S--T
look who it is!
my old faithful friend
despair
I see you tore up
still drinkin from that red Dixie cup
leaves in your hair
Momma kicked you out again huh?
Yo, remember when i was..what 10
and you gave the only advice you
gave me in life?
"women are B--CHES
men are snitches"
remember my response?
i said it all cute
DAMN POP WHO THE F--CK CAN I TRUST THEN?!?
I never told you
but that A--SS WHUPPIN was sho nuff worth it
one of the few times in my life
I felt happy bein in pain
Yo, tell me ex wife
once upon a time
love of my life
what ya gonna tell little one
about her daddy?
nah, not now
when you P-ss-ed
here's some dead thoughts
i say it that way 'cuz I learned
during our marriage thoughts
can only be conceived
if love can be believed
and truth be told
I ain't ever believed in much of anything
what? kind of question is that?
when did I stop smiling?
ummmm...I was maybe what...
five or six
I saw my daddy's blood
flowin over the bricks
messed wit my moms one too many times
and got his face slit
so dig,
just tell her
don't be like me
last thing I'd want 2 see
is her lose her dreams
down by the creek
across 58th Street

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