Talk a little. Say a lot.
<< thoughts by POPS at 7:18 AM on Sunday, January 29, 2006
Stoned may at times be the way of the walk
But senseless is often the code of the streets
Perverse thoughts toughen the hidden senses
I find myself up nights in a daze sans the purple haze
Amazed at how much more coherent these words become
Once imprinted on formerly blank pages
A never-ending soul-searcher trying to find my way
Lost in the abyss of sunkissed disses
I dismissed charges of insincere candor
With the air of an unaffected shrug
Not necessarily meant to be smug
Sometimes n!ggas need unprovoked hugs
-muthafuqin me
But senseless is often the code of the streets
Perverse thoughts toughen the hidden senses
I find myself up nights in a daze sans the purple haze
Amazed at how much more coherent these words become
Once imprinted on formerly blank pages
A never-ending soul-searcher trying to find my way
Lost in the abyss of sunkissed disses
I dismissed charges of insincere candor
With the air of an unaffected shrug
Not necessarily meant to be smug
Sometimes n!ggas need unprovoked hugs
-muthafuqin me
2 Comments:
Rock On
1/29/2006 3:05 PM
Beautiful!!!
...now go write your essay!!!!LOL
1/30/2006 6:07 PM
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