DisturbedPoet

So lifted. Off the ganja. Sweet marijuana. How I love you mary jane. She don't complain. No, She just heals the brain. She don't talk. She just want to re spark. When she goes out. And thats the only time she ever wants to go out. She don't open her mouth. She just burns slow. She does get around allot, so maybe she's a hoe. But she's my friend, no she never my foe. My boys hit it too. We all get the same loving. she always keep us calm. Never got us bugging. She got lots of love, that she can spread around. But she keep me up. She Never put me down. Mary my sweet love. She's knows what to do. Unlike that stupid bitch, leaving me blue. Mary never leave me, confused. never leave me feeling used. She got me on something else. I don't need no one else. I'm just fine, with mary all by my slef.

What these freaks do, is just to stunning. Eating her friend out, Boy friend, took off running. And He don't come back. No he don't do nothing. After I fuck his bitch, I'll smoke a little something. She got every last nut dripping from my balls She moaning fuck me. like water falls. I should wear the jim hat, but I'm too stubborn. She super sexy, So I might eat the muffin. Right before I give her, that thanksgiving stuffing. crazy at the house party, like Mcloving. I like to rome Like a rolling stone. I get my nut, Make her moan. and then I go home. No love or effection gets shown. I strap it up and I'm ready for action. If she suck me good, I will probably hit it twice. She can suck a dick, but she can stay out my life. Already got a bitch, that want to be my wife. So you got to go home can't stay for the night. Give me no drama and that would be nice. We could do it in the dark or cut on the lights. After that, its time to get dressed, I'm glad if you tried your very very best. But I'm a pussy layer, not a player. I must confess. So put on your bra, put away your breast. And just be on your way. With nothing else to say. I'm sure I can fuck you again. Someday. Or maybe not. But I sure hit that G spot. Had you screaming real loud. Really making mama pround. Yea thats right, she got it from her mama. Watching her give daddy that dramma. Thats why I beat the pussy up. Like a fucking monster. I'm like barney stinston. I feed them all lies, and they listen. I was a born again christian. While I was picking up, Dumb bitches. At a church. It was to easy man, it was barley work. After I fucked the bitch she said, Your a jerk. While she walking out, pulling up her fucking skirt. When I'm the dirty, dirty. They get real flrity. Are you from new york? I love the way you talk. Yea girl. you ever heard of John Goti? He used to work for my pops. Till he got two shots. In the back. Turned out Uncle john, was a rat. All lies, but dumb hoes believe that. She seen the suit, looked like a mobster. So my dick, crunched her ass like a lobster. Just another bitch, to add too my roster. When I'm broke. I got to wet no joke. So I get a fat bitch, and stick it down her throat. I hit too, if I get drunk enough. Close my eyes, and just picture a nice but. No problem, hitting a little nasty slut. Just get the rubber, and strap the dick up. Like I said, cupid is for the stupid. I just want the skin. And she can just bend. Over. I want girls girls girls. Like hova. Except I fuck, and chuck em. Cause I don't want em.

Give the mic, with this pen and pad, I write. Like an animal. Like butane, I'm flammable. Like a auction crier, quick from the mouth. Born and raised NY, Four years, down south. Found out, what that struggles about. learned how to take life, inch by inch. Never hesitate, never flinch. Never cry for help, unless your helping, your self. Never feel guilt, it makes you weak. Confidence in your voice, when you speak. Keep feelings underneath, what you want to be. As a man. If they know your weakness, They can take control. Stay true to your heart, don't loose your soul. This world aint easy, this world is cold. Knock you down, face first in the dirt. soul torturing, hell is forsaken. Until your eyes are awaking. Mind stops baking, the herb. Staying in place, side lining the rat race. staring at the money, refused to chase. seems like such a waste, This thing called life. Daily hustle, daily slave. A easy life, what we all crave. Do what we love, and some how get paid. There's the go getters, and the ones and the ones, that aint getting shit. Imagine trying, and still not getting shit. Just keep moving, day through day. april turned may. so fast. I need some more fire, on my ass. My life keeps passing me by. I don't know why, I continually get high. And Then wonder why, that bitch said bye. No time for a regret. If your out for, respect.

I'm in the groove, I'm the mood. Fingers hitting the keys, so quick. With, the blunt lit. I'm no raper, I'm no fake bitch. I don't flaunt about money, I aint rich. If you talking shit, then shut the fuck up. If you want to flex, then homie what's up. When I talk shit, I back it up. I will rock you, with the fist. Step to my rhymes, you get dist. I'm a weed smoking, mother fucker. Smoking and token, like no other. I'll fuck a nasty bitch, thats why I pack a rubber. But, don't tell my baby mother. Even though,I know, she fucks around. Thats why, I get around. Like 2pac. If I hit the bitch, its never at my spot. Fat dude, hitting bitches, make your jaw drop. Used to be a pussy layer, never a player. Till I realized, some bitches are stupid. Leave them silly, when you hit them with cupid.

Tired of, reaching for change in pocket. Life is falling on me, and I can't stop it. So get the pen the pad, and the beat, to drop it. No body want to see, a white dude rock the mic. Fuck them all, I'll just write. I hate that bitch, but I want her in my life. We got a kid, and I want to do, what's right. Never thought, my life would be like this. Living care free, I really miss. If I had, one wish. I would be eighteen. And realize, that life can be mean. And not, be a little weed fein. And stop chasing pussy. That I didn't catch. Instead, I live with regrets. Never prioritized, now life is a mess. At 24, I'm loosing my hair. Life is a bitch, so beware. If you soaking, in this obligation of life. Look at your mistakes, and do what's right.

Fresh in the A.M. Here's another day. Still cold in NY, When April turned to May. Still so much stress, I can't get much rest. Still smoking Cigs, I just can't quit. Cause I still got that, everyday bullshit. My rhymes, is the only place I'm free. Or maybe I'm blind, and I just can't see. I thought I had, a understanding on life. I though I had, enough wisdom and might. I think allot of things, then create a mistake. Either way, seven AM I'm awake. way to far from perfect. But all these mistakes, in life. I think it's worth it. Every time, just look at what you did wrong. And never go running back, to your mom. I hate to lecture, But I know how life can affect ya. People like to laugh, at others that are stuck. Cause it makes them feel better, they don't give a fuck. I'm far from judgmental, except to a misused instrumental. Cause I HATE, These fake MCS. They can't touch me, lyrically. Using money, and pussy, as a tool. In the media, they make it look cool. Any man, who thinks he's better than other, is a fool. This is my passion. So I don't care, for dudes that be acting. People say they hate, Rap. cause fake MCs, like to say they stay, strapped. So don't say hip hop, is bull shit. Cause you only hear, dudes talking bout a full clip