The Art of being an Accessory to Beauty

Aided and abetted me in a garden full of dreams

See she tried to give me AIDS in the bed

That we kindly sleep in under the sheets.

Her beauty was an accomplice to her being a beast.

An accessory to having my heart she had my mind getting weak.

Politcally in fear that her target was me.

I corrected my thoughts and emotions that had me into deep.

But what does that say about me if I run away from the.

She was drugged by her friend who had HIV.

Who am I to judge, and be unsupportive of her love.

I decided to swallow that pill called trust.

Helped her heal wounds of those who’ve just left after they have lust.

The beast that did it ruined the beauty she had.

Because I’m blind to the look

I don’t recognize when she’s sad.

I just smile and make her laugh about what love we have.

I was Never Taught how to Play with my Toys

Remember when you were nine

Watching Kennan and Kel all the time.

Rocket Power and the Rug Rats.

Adventures that we wish we had.

Those where the good old days.

I remember my mother bought me a G.I Joe Action figure.

This soldier was rough and tough and stood at at-tent.

Actions full of ass kicking back flips

Moves that you didn't think could exist.

My ass kicking G.I. Joe was the shit.

Then I did a move with him

that landed him in a trash can 

that I wasn't about to jump in.

Which only took my mom less than 60 seconds to figure out what happened

I had broken my toy.

This wasn't the first one too.

It's in a boys DNA to tear and break

Destruction and chaos is in our fate.

When I was 16 and it was my first time with my mate

I was rough and tough and stood at at-tent.

Actions full of ass kicking back flips

Moves that you didn't think could exist.

I was in it so fast that I forgot the condom

that was in my back pocket even exist

When those precious 60 seconds were up.

A wave of chaos and destruction hit.

I had come to the realization that I broken another toy.

This beautiful woman that portrayed herself as a Barbie

She didn’t deserve a Ken that couldn’t man up to the responsibilities of being a father.

I misused this poor girls' heart because I had my selfish ways.

So in affect plan B was deployed.

I was back to being a child again.

Realizing what troubles would happen if my mother found out about my actions.

Had me on knees praying to the lord

Please don’t let her find out!

To the poor ovary I apologize that I made this mistake.

Granted in my future I would enjoy my seed to lay with your egg.

Just not today.

I was never taught how to play with my toys.

So the next time I take an adventure.

I'll remember to use protection.

Everything will be all that or I'll be having rug rats knocking at my door.

A babies bottle

Drowning my emotions down an empty bottle

feeling the need to still pour a glass of my feelings

She told me its a boy

I ask her who's is it

She then begins to cry wondering why I said it.

And the reality is it never was a means to hurt her soul.

It's that you never know

This how much it goes to show that trust was never a subject I understood before.

I then begin to try to comfort her spirit.

I tell her I will be the best daddy in the world if you keep it.

She turns to smile, and I begin to frown

It was all an allusion, for she just want to see how I would react 

when it came time for us to have a child

Feeling baffled I began to sigh,

as though it was a relief to know I'm not going to have a child.

Now back to the empty bottle where I wanted to get my last sip

She died in a crash last week, by a drunk driver

That boy was real

A child not even born, and I sighed because I'm wasn't ready for that deal. 

Lost in Lust

She does a lot to get enough attention
the reality is no one took the time to listen
So every time she's wishing
praying for some attention.

Affection from a distance drives her to become a vixen
portraying multiple people just to hide her image
she gets lost in the cup
just to wake up to somebody different

Lusting for affection
results in losing what made her precious
so many men before never taught her the worth she possess
so she thinks shes helpless

She shouldn't be ashamed.
The first man should have taught her that there's more value in her brain than in between her legs

Sitting on a Mountain Top

Layer by layer I rest on a platform of bricks

People view me because they know I exist

Each brick engraved with the remembrance of who’s taken the same path that you picked

Postured with strength

Fueled with courage

My muscles are my power to conquer any voyage

I’m hoisted up above as if I’m Simba

But my circle of life began the same time “The Cat in the Hat” was printed

Immobile by nature

But respected by my presence

All hail me for I represent the campus

Standing so tall that I can view my sanctuary

I ‘m king of my empire

With no one to throw me off my throne

I may sit high

But I am not alone

My litter portrays a future of people with wise decisions

Educated with a mind to surpass any wall that creates a collision

Fierce and brave with authority more than Tony

Eddie let them hear me roar, so they know how I will get to my journey.