Line to woman of the night

(story of a single man trying to pick up woman during Valentines Day 2004)

Will you be my Valentine?
I stare at you while I sip this wine
and say to myself "damn your fine."
Your mine, ...the stars said it, like an astroligical sign
Walk in front of me, I want to see you from behind,
(Shaking my head) O' your one of a kind
You elevate my mind
as if I was high. Am I high?
I cannot lie, I have no plans tonight, only to look at your eyes
and possibly give our a first kiss tonight---By this fire
though you got me hotter
Lovely you got my mind, sweaty and bothered
I sware only the truth &
for that I will be your martyr

A HIP to tha HOP

Hip Hop, what is Hip Hop?
Is it the way you flow, lyrics, or what you know?
Is it your harlem shake, or dance show?
Is it gunshots? Or the cases dropped
because your a "boss"?
Or size of my banklot, 12 car garage holding inside my rides that hops ?
Driving while smoking pot
 subwoofing the beat, shaking concrete
or is it my words, of Anti-LAPD? 
Years of many things discrete & brutality .
Is it you? Is it me? What is an M.C? 
What is, And what isn't allowed? 
Like Rakim said
"mc to me means moves the crowd "
Hip Hop is someones originality, 
A beat to a flow, like Og's from the Bronx
The simplest and purest form 
like once before breakdancing on a cardboard box
never knowing it will take off past the "block" 
from Busy bee, kool moe doe, Biz Markie, Eric B and Pac, 
To now Obama shaking hands with the guy who represented the ROC
Rap can be from spitting on a song to dance 
or talk about your drama, inner karma
Even a love poem about your Dear Mama
Whatever it is, it began with me as a kid
and now an adult, in which my young seeds I will teach,
so they can learn the discipline of thought 
not the careless and useless for the moment
" because this is why it's hot."
Its like a friend sometimes we dont speak but not far from thoughts
Right now at the things she does I'm not glad
Because she's in a fad, shes lost her culture and being abuse 
As a whore, but she's been here before
I understand why she left, 
After the PAC and Biggie death (shaking my head) 
She wiped her an tears left 
She lost the struggle, the passion
to catchy beats, and today's fashion 
Words without any shape
& rappers looking today like their fasting 
Maybe one day well hear it once more
"to come at the door, like they said it before.
It's Hip Hop

HeAven for a lost SoUL (age 18)

Is there heaven for a lost soul?
body comatose, mind stoned?
Tell me why the world can turn a man crazy-
for what ive done, hope I haven't cursed my babies
My sorrow to pain, tears to rain
Im choking, intoxicated playing this game, feeling this pain,
slowly perfusion of blood going through my veins
through the years, my face change but I still remain the same
for tomorrow, im inquiring
The Morning yells its siren,
"Conscience," once again in my mind is cycling,
thoughts are reminding
I say "What do you want from me?!"
Crying sincerely, memories haunting me
It be the many dreams that haunt, caught in a stage more like a phase
Trapped in strange days, let me look through the haze
Waiting, sitting quiet in riot, with a cigarette to my lips
Enjoying my sub - conscience, wake me to bless this gift
& Fly like an angel with unearthly wings....Before it slips
Stranger in a fury to the sirens that lure me,
symphonies of agony, making this heart bleed,
Though I scream, I can't breathe; help me, tumbling to a falsified seed
I Cannot breed, these queens really don't really know me
Though loving, wanting piece of my heart, away from harm
forgive me, but pieces of me are dark
Like a demon lured, another day insecure
Full of questions, results to guessing, blessed to be stressing
Want to fly in the clouds like a bird, I will make myself heard
glancing at specks of life below, watch me soar, beware
Hear me roar! Shattering across the white snow,
to the shadows of life before, carrying these thoughts for the
thirsty & hungry, this world is clumsy and im an object of their money
And if I die, were will I lay, tell me if I have shined
Reincarnated.... what will I be?
An eagle to seek the skies, a wolf hollering cries into the divine
Clouds swoom overhead, wind bristles past my ear,
looking to the ever horizon, world of wonders
Arrived since the coming years
This is what I see looking to a mirror

The stand (age 18)

Strange, furious, cautious, honest
Im plain as the opportunity that comes knocking...on us
Days are but a lust, laughing in a craze
Am I blamed for my ways, living in dust?
Cuz im stuck.....Fuck!
Such words mercenary set to bust, plans to erupt
Yearn, stories legendary must be heard
Worries from a blurred, man disturbed ... easily,
so don't be near to me
What is it worth? Deteriorated earth, world from a mind
a mind about to burst
Seeking for my lost soul, glance, look to strangers of the dark
eyes of the cold, mind unknown, lurking scenes they call home
Scent of a reptile, curious like a child, seen desperate,
yet under the moon fluorescent.
Left alone they turn to stone, were have their souls left?
I ask the heavens, what’s next?
"There with us ... waiting"
Time is escalating, no hesitating... anticipating
So be strong, I hold on, shake the world with this song
At a young age my soul to the lord was already pawned
So I be raw, for I don't comply with law,
outcast till heaven gives me a call
Stand bold, tall, doing my devilish deeds
I don't care that’s why im free
Adding another episode to my story,
live and die to receive glory
Become legendary in children’s story

Young & REbellious {{AGE 20}}

{{{WRote @ AGE 20 }}}
Where are we going? What are we really knowing?
Is it showing?
When everyday can and will go wrong
Too many people singing sad songs….
Mother's at work feeding babies that aren’t raised in church
Father’s escaping the pain into liquor rain
Like medication of cool relaxation
No sense of finding the truth
Lord save the blundered youth, who don’t know No truth
Only what is seen, but told not to do
" Do as I say, not as I portray"
Sad at a young age roamed stray, preyed,
Played and escaped my communities violence
Hid my expressions in silence
And fought back in my pen an paper
and went back "good" like a crossfader
At night analyze
To write another thought into the blank page
Letting all feelings explode like a grenade
There I felt safe

RAY CHARLES PAINTING (the process)

It still unfinished , working on the face and background

Written @ a time of uncertain w no one to trust but my daughter.

I dont believe in love anymore for a queen to be with me. 

 I only live and have love for my seed, I praise her as the most precious being.
She's my little queen, and daddy's her king,
no one can come in and change that.
though I know later in age she will be released to experience life,
and possibly be someones wife. 
Till then and after I will be her Rock, Daddy will never let her down.
grab her hand and walk her on the ocean shore,
and let her know everything will be alright,
passed every dark night will be morning to sunlight.
An it shines for her to reach, it shines for me to teach,
and enjoy the simple things like crackling sounds of leaves through the breeze.
Women have only brought pain and headache,
sex is temporary pleasure, after it, I only receive bad tempers, why didn't I know better? 
Maybe I choose insecure members?
I've dated many types, none are alike yet im never happy.
when u think U found one, U need to test it, otherwise, years later you'll regret it,
I love the female specimen but the female gives hell, can send u to jail.
Use all your money and yet not consider themselves  "greedy"
but what they receive they "deserve." 
U deserve to get your ass kicked, poured gasoline and lit, spit, fake as counterfeit,
Bitch your tongue should fall off because u never really tell the truth, you embellish it.
Save that sh*t,
U make a victim for people to feel sorry for,
and cry when your man walks out the door..
because he couldn't stand U anymore, 
Beware to those misled,
just because she gave u head and gave U a sandwich in bed, don't believe it, because you'll be disappointed when love is not what you receive it.... Silly you were deceived. 
I'll live , I'll live single...an happy
Till I'm dead, they won't catch me
And I say this laughingly
Because sometimes it's a part of life that some men have to see...

Dedicated to those that see with closed eyes...
****Realize