My poetry sessions: 23


Flower of life

Nowhere to turn nowhere to run
Got the facer on stun
A blazer under the sun
Doing a run for fun
when will the rat race be done
Me yes a number one
Best be afraid of what’s to come
Crumbling to crumbs
Scoop it up if you like some
Going to the bone by ya lonesome
It get’s easier with time to hunt in a threesome
2 spotters 1 shooter fighting for freedom
Let’s see how long it takes to cough up a lung
I’m a seasoned vet taking drags till the bum
Bumming of me won’t happen son
Yes we’re all equal under the sun

The sequel to this no equal to lift
Yes the written word is a precious gift
Lounging with some chips
Toking and taking hits
Ignorance is bliss
Training in the way of the steel fist
Crossing over to the bloody palm with no risk
You try to train but my knowledge has you eclipsed
Master at the crafts passing on skill that fits
2 finger technique paralyzing and sick
Block ya windpipe and totally trash it
This a smash hit in showing true grit
Yes you can call it going down the dip
Staying cool for the cats is a solid tip
Fluid like water ya can’t get a grip
Sometimes it’s better to stay tight lipped

No wonder coming in like rolling thunder
My ship never going under
Deep sea hunter
Boarding passes for free for a soldier
Better tell ya I already told ya
3 times the charm and the magic number
This will be a nummer
Amputees need time to recover
Yes I’m a chronic lover
Making dollars got you bothered
Don’t bother me I know the gutter
Down in the dumps it feels hotter
Serious nerves make you stutter
Yes I like toast ’n butter
Maybe some jam for a nutter
P.B. and J. Older than ya grandmother

Suffer and bleed directly
Dissecting really fast G
Let me tell you a little story
Bout a mind filled with tales to gory for t.v.
Letting blood flow real easily
Greasing up for a perp to see
The monkey coming out the sleeve
The cut that slit your throat bleeds
You can sing all you want B
You ain’t my buddy buddy
In it for collecting bodies
More lines to drop like these
In a labyrinth in a tight squeeze
But with hell frozen over this will be a breeze
This is for my O.G.’s
All we all want is for hunger to be over and there to be world peace


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