Gone...

A one man show on a four man stage.

Lose of a brilliant mind that gave hope to the poor man's brain.

Cook 'em up with song, Lunch time, boys in from the Park.

A tune to swoon the ladies, cause he's a bad mother-STOP.

Rest In Peace, my Brothers.

A quick 8...

When you see me in the streets you should be pleased to meet me.
Who am I? You can say I'm similar to Weezy Feezy.
But I ain't a hot boy. I'm a fire man.
No, an inferno, check out my fire brand.
Pyromaniac, I play with fire jack.
And sharp objects is my weakness, so don't get stabbed with that.
I'm full of sizzurp like waffles, come drink this IHOP.
My mental pencil on energizer, my mind writes and it'll never stop.
A special wisdom so listen to the guidance brought about.
You take heed to the creed, believe, and then I'm out...

Sometimes You Gotta Build Yourself Up When No One Else Will...(a.k.a.Self-Happiness)

I look back and I'm better than I used to be. I do things different than how they're done usually.
Surprised those they said they were used to me. Cause I'm a little more sane than what they used to see.
I got my act right, and now I'm steady blazing trails. Flowing in the wind like I'm the blazer's tails.
Trials and tribulations, from the gates of hell. But I laugh them all away like Aesop Fable's tales.
Tell myself that I am bigger and bold, Confidence is through the roof, swagger improved tenfold.
Ain't felt this great since I was nine years old. When we moved to the Burbs and my parents got a house of their own.
Now I stand on my own, but I don't stand alone. Got some great back support from people that I'd never had known.
If it hadn't been for the problems that the Devil brought home. Making me get much better, and forever be strong.
Yea I maybe be a bit older, but I know I ain't grown. When things stop being easy I can call on my mom.
And when she ain't got not answer I can look to the Lord. Cause no matter what the battle, it'll be over and done.
And no, I ain't the perfect man, but she appreciate me. So happy people notice when she walk down the street.
Typical guy, the one no one takes time to see. But those that see me, look at me differently.
I understand I'm special, I been touched by the Man. Not the white man, the man the created the sand.
And if a man comes at me wrong than they must deal with Him. Cause I ain't got time to be dealing with the fools of this land.
Man I pity the fool who doesn't know what to do, when the world comes at you with pain unbearable.
Just stand up, head up, and do, what it is best for you. Cause when the time comes for you, its to late to make it all changeable.

Stopped To Talk...

I don't mean no disrespect, but baby you are beautiful. Give me ten minutes to speak a little and I'll be true to ya. Truthfully, you should walk away from me immediately. Not that I'm a bad guy, but my, your smile puts me where I need to be. Right now I'll be beside you, so don't pay attention to the other lames. They are spitting lines, but I'm not a baller so I suck when it comes to spitting game. When I look at you my heart stops, well actually it beats a little faster. I'd be rich if I had a dollar for every time I quietly walked pass ya. Today I had to stop cause, um, well honestly you were glowing. I mean the type of glow, if the lights were off you'd still be showing. I like the way you move, you stood out but not an outcast. Face so flawless, no Maybelline, Revlon or Outlast. A bottle can't compare to how the body's nice and shapely, My breathe escapes me, you do that look, the sexy gaze, so amazing. I just had to sit you down, I'm lucky just to get your name. Cause I can tell them other dudes with quick tongues were trying to do the same. The only difference is you got tired of the average men. I can tell you want something different, something more, something extravagant. Hopefully I'm not stepping on toes, speaking of toes your feet are looking nice. But let me stop speaking physical, its your mental that blows my mind. Maturity, intelligence, motivation, and understanding. Determined for greatness, and demands respect without being too demanding. I could go for days, but we just meet and I don't want to bore you, If you feel what I speak is real, give me a call, I'll be waiting for you.

When You're Not Looking...

Less than a month and still counting.

Too damn dependent without it.

Additions, to life with permission.

I listen each night with conviction.

Convincing the words from your tongue.

Consistent, hearts beat like a drum.

To rhythms the body can hear,

Insisting that you want me near.

I'm here but I'm scared where we're going.

Been here and it got lost in the ocean.

You're here and you're saying it's different.

I believe it, but just scared to listen.

Beginning with no thoughts to perish.

Blushing from being cutely embarrassed.

Growing faster then expected,

Still fears of being rejected.

Yet I was elected the best.

Prior to me, stupid were the rest.

Insisted I'm lucky, you say you're blessed.

Both had some things to drop, couldn't handle the stress.

Yet the best is yet to come, be patient and watch.

Let the rest go, and keep going don't stop.

Don't Know Why I'm Here, Just Glad I Am.

I ain't got a clue of what to do or where to go.
No idea of what to feel, but 1 thing I do know.
Is that I'm happy where I am,
Yes I am, thank you ma'am.
I am here full of cheer,
Cause my path seems crystal clear.
On a journey with no end
This should be how life begins.
Even if I had no money,
I'd be fine cause I got loving.
I got siblings, I got cousin.
Aunts and Uncles, got a dozen.
Grandma loves me, parents adore me.
None can be me, none came before me.
Friends that care and those that seek my help.
And the ones that are there when there's nobody else.
I got a dollar, hey hey hey hey.
And I don't care what no one else has to say.
You don't have to love me, just respect me.
My life is too good to worry if you accept me.
Instead of being fake, I rather you reject me.
Smiling in my face, but behind my back you neglect me.
I don't know why I'm here, Just glad I am.
Believe I'll bring you with me whenever I can.
You need to find this feeling that I have.
Too happy now to be mad or sad.
I don't know about you, but I'm as happy as can be.
So get your life right so you can get like me.

Cubicle Blues

I defeat this excel spreadsheet, my butt sleep from being stuck in this seat.
Retreat to the break room for treats. Lost fifty cents in the vending machine.
Papers piling up in my inbox, tempted to file them in trash.
Typewriter to type up this document, damn it's suppose to be in ALL CAPS.
Crap, I can't deal with this mess, tie stuffed up all in my neck.
I sit by myself at a desk, why the heck do I have to get dressed?
Man I don't see how they do it, sit here for 35 years.
If I'm at work for 30 minutes I need bout 35 beers.
No windows, I look at the ceiling. Damn this white out it keeps peeling.
This mouse doesn't react to the wheeling, my computer is controlled by gremlins.
The printer I'll feed to the dumpster for dinner. Papers jams like they're glued to the door.
And if one more person walks by my desk without lifting their feet off the floor!!!
The silence is driving me crazy, co-workers 3 times my age.
When I get 55 years old, I'mma be laid in the shade 3 or 4 out of 7 days.
Now Outlook keeps freezing, I'm day dreaming bout leaving ASAP.
Keyboards keeps giving me crap. And the bathroom sometimes smells just like that.
And I am no secretary, my job is an administrative tech.
Where the heck do you see secretary under my name plate attached to my desk?
Microsoft Word is on my last nerve, I say save and the crap wants to print.
And not to the printer at my desk, but the one in my boss' office.
Where the desk did all my staples go, do we have an Office Max thief?
I'm starting to get astigmatism and these glasses provide no relief.
Carpal tunnel is numbing my fingers, I'm 23 with straps on my wrist.
And if one more person ask me how to convert something to pdf, they will get strapped by my fist.
Save trick Save, change the save as format to acrobat.
And no, I'm not combing my hair, I'm bringing the big, black afro back.
Man I got cubicle blues, these 4 walls keep spinning around me.
Well three since I have the opening to leave when it's time to be outty.


*Man this is funny*