Unbroken

It's the softest place
inside of my head
flipped around
to the opposite
side of the bed
he always did things
that got me confused
but nothing was used
our conscience was soothed
by the thighs and the highs
and the brains and the names
and the hands and the lack of our plans
unengaged,
untied, unbroken
and hopelessly lost
the toll was too high
but we both paid the cost

And he said baby
you feel so crazy
you feel so good
i would if i could
why can't I feel you when you feel so good?

Like a veteran lost
his nerves were so shot
feeling cold when he touched me
 my skin was so hot and so soft
and he loved to kiss it
but would rather dismiss it
like something was off
it was wrong
it was broke
til we'd put on a song
and then hope
would come flooding back into
the fingertips into my hair
you needed me lingering there

and he said baby
you feel so crazy
you feel so good
i would if i could
why can't i feel you when you feel so good?

its something to rely on
a high we can fly on
its borderline crazy
his touches they save me
I tried to break him
but his mind just won't let him be insane
it's too damn risky
so he'd rather feel the pain
when i'm calling out his name

he said baby i love it when you do it like that
what i'm giving to you you give right back
he can hear it in my voice
a trembled echo of his heart
feels so good when we're together
but he'd rather be apart

Otis Rap

Damn Yeezy and Hov,
you be goin in
but imma bout add my own touch, feminine
don't be fooled by the curves
put your brakes on
i'm bout to pull out the stops
red octagons
big city girl
with a little waist
boys gettin at me
yeah they want a taste
but imma make em eat
a slice of humble pie
cuz i'm a bad chick
deuces to the sky

Yea, I know you love it
got more goods in here than a kitchen cupboard
intelligent, graduated well
with my raybans on lookin fly as hell
if you're lookin for me
better mapquest
cuz bein everywhere you're not is on my checklist
yeah i thought i told you
your records couldn't sell
if your last name was sold
or sold very well
ohh
enough about that shit
yeah i'm rappin on otis
and i'm goin so hard
they said i was hot
i said guilty as charged
i'm gettin to the money
never lookin bummy
my skies always sunny
just another undergrad
who wants the world back
and i'm comin out on top
now occupy that

Rack City Rap

What you lookin at?
Yeah it's mixed muse
just call me the bomb
I got a short fuse
bout to blow it up
like fat dudes
showin up at the top
of your itunes
yeah i love to sing
but i can lay a beat
down like a syndrome
put me on repeat
now i'm skippin
like double dutch
i got that old school flow
gettin jealous much?
pretty brown eyes
pretty brown skin
pretty talented
i was born to win
like gaga i was born this way
and i get money
the rack city way

can't hold a beat
get your grip right
can't hold a candle
i'll put out your light
like tyson all up in your face
a killer with the ink
put you in your place

hail from chitown
yeah it's pretty windy
better get your coat on
when you come to my home
yeah i got that chili flow
gettin extra spicy
oh i think they like me
yeah they wanna wife me
but um, i'm sorry
I'm riding solo
livin like yolo
gettin my dough tho
lames can't touch me
better get ya swiffer on
lookin kinda dusty

Damn, i'm killin this verse
I'm sorry tyga but I had to put it in a hearse
like 6 feet under
i'm pine box fresh
you better ask drake
cuz i'm the fuckin best

Broken Organ

After a very long haitus I've decided to post my writing again.

Like a broken organ
in all my imperfect glory
come listen to a story
started back when they popped 8 tracks in
step into the future
but let the past be your teacher
lessons feelin too hard
i write it on the blackboard too many times
i will not chase what's not mine
i will not waste my time
tik tok
your hearts like a clock
mines more like an audemars
iced it out to feel secure
but that shit don't
stop u just feel it more
so they look at me like what you sad for
well i don't even bother to explain
the pain
or the game
or the name
or the fact that i feel like I'm insane
only wanna spit my flow
watch money grow
damn its such a shame
got all these folks around me
but don't nobody know my name

The Bus Driver

It was a hot muggy august afternoon. As the bus pulled up, a cloud of red dust swirled around her. She hated that red dust. It always clung to her shoes and clothing staining it a rusty mud color that proved impossible to clean. The doors of the bus creaked open and she stared blankly at the bus driver, hoping that it was the right bus. The woman read her puzzled look and barked in a low voice "Olive branch middle school?" The frightened girl answered "yes". As she began to make her first step onto the bus the woman barked again "yes, WHAT?" The girls face looked even more puzzled than before and she stood there frozen frantically searching her brain for the "what" in question. Offended, the bus driver barked again "Yes ma'am." and glared at the girl as if she wanted to slap her right off the bus steps. "Yes ma'am" the girl repeated as she stepped onto the bus feeling as if the bus driver had just asked her to speak Chinese. It seemed strange to her, and she felt strange that she hadn't known better. She was in Olive Branch, Mississippi now, but her demeanor still screamed Yankee mulatto, even when her thick Midwestern accent didn't give it away. She sat down on the bus in a lone seat, unsure of what the rest of the day would bring.

An Ode To Chicago

Chicago birthed me
The land where my feet touched the earth
Me as a child in a city so wild
It never would desert me
With its skyscrapers
And landscapers
The city of risk takers
Money makers
City of dreams
Where we dress mean
And we walk meaner
And if you've seen her
You know she's the king
But I was taken from her
Warm embrace
To a new place
And I hardly remember
It was hot and dry and
I didn't know why
But I came right back
To your skyline
Then there was the time
I went to your neighbor
for a different flavor
it was terribly dry
So back we came
Into your arms again
And quenched my thirst
Where I drank first
My favorite urban wine
There was the place
Deep in the south
We found ourselves calling
Home for a while
I never smiled I was
Not alive
My life belonged
To the city I longed
I've left you again
My old friend
Off to somewhere new
To pursue
Those dreams that started wild
You watered them
And nurtured them
Beneath your skyline
Time after time
Cradled me in the arms
Your charms
Stay with me evermore
A chitown girl
At heart
With the world at her door

The Sea and the Desert

With her head down
She sat and pondered
Twirled her hair between her fingers
Her eyes fixed on nothing
And the thoughts began flooding her
As the water rose
She felt she would go under
So she reaches her hand across
To the place that made
Those thoughts quiet
As if she had pulled
A rough blanket over them
They were now a dull roar
As her fingers glided
Like so many times before
So sensitive
To every discovery
Each one was a stone
On a path that took her
Far, far away
From the rising waters
To a desert sand
Whose scorching heat
And harsh winds
Gave her only temporary relief
Until her thirst overcame her
And once more into the water
She had to plunge
She longed never to visit the desert
She longed to build a boat
That would carry her
Upon her sea
To a land with green pastures
Tall majestic mountains
With the streams and rivers
That may rush through her land
But could never swallow her
So she began to build
And when the water would rise
She picked up another plank
And kept building
And when she felt herself
Reaching for the desert
She swallowed the bitter sea water
Knowing one day she could drink
Of the fresh flowing waters of her stream
So she kept building
Because no matter how oppressive the waves
She could swim
The desert left her with nothing
Sucked her dry and left her a shell
So she kept building
In hopes of never again returning
To that desolate place
In fear that the sea
Would carry her away
She keeps building
For with each piece she builds
A little more of her was lifted
Out of the water
And onto the boat
And she rested
With each plank
She kept building