Lies Spread Like Legs
Woes of the world. Everything's violent.
Conversations are had with the intent to embarrass. So-called leaders sentencing murder upon their own people to present their greatness as having no equal.
They plead with common sense to remain silent and clear the air for loud mouths talk’n shit. When you can’t smell the wretchedness, you won’t believe you’re being poisoned.
When you stand your ground, move and think with class and respect as a human is meant, you become a danger. Strange, in a world where Dr.s are educated in the school of influence. Prescribing ignorance, porn, drugs, and violence. Lies spreading like legs on fans-only to say men are weak because they don’t want a woman who’s had more training than a military squadron.
Everybody’s tight. Trust is rare. They think everybody else is hard up to give a raw deal. Being pussy and revenge minded makes the best men escape from their morals. The wrong discipline will break you faster than a sucker for love.
WARNING
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I just wanna squeeze on my Wizzes Ass and kiss on her lips. That soft world of pleasure can make the most miserable man reminisce…And remember why he chose the bitch.
If she ever thinks about an ex she deserves it rough and hard, then be sent on.
The only X’s allowed are from porn. But too much makes the O’s unwelcome, scarred, and boring. Closing your eyes, hoping for the sight of another body to risk it all for.
Need Sexual healing like Marvin, without being haunted by a father's understanding of the struggle manhood adorns.
Love spooks, and lulls. Those who lack and can’t hold on, fall to depths of the lost. Fighting your way back makes you damaged goods.
When I watched Billy Paul sing about Mrs. Jones, looking like a man who lost his soul on a train of blow, or trying to hide the tracks where love went off the rails.
Catch me at the right time I might pop one. Lust makes you wild with your tongue. I like’em pretty and on my shoulders waving to God. Body saying hallelujah, in codes seeded by love.
You’ve Been Warned.
Not What You Thought
She loves me. She loves me not.
When you test a man he will pass on his terms. Put your feelings on standby.
Some women say happy wife happy life. You will never hear that out of a satisfied man's mouth.
Happy spouse, happy house, means peace for everyone involved.
Men tell you what they want. But women get mad because they want to be loved for who they are, even when they don't like the changes, they want us to accept, as if maintaining and raising standards means you don’t love them.
Treat your relationship like a game, and watch ankles and hearts break.
Chasing what could've been stopped, and crushed when new, positive support gets under the dog to help'em win what he's been trying to get from you for so long.
Wayward Man
I speak to God about all the things I did. Things that brought strength, a troubled mind, peaceful moments, joy and required forgiveness.
Hurting on the inside and being tough is what feeds my kids and makes a man fuck his wife to get better after experiencing the worst life has to offer.
Marriage is a bridge through savage and kind worlds. It lures you to cross for good. Signs of seduction don’t show all that will be lost and burned.
Trying to teach them to be worth more than what the world claims is valuable means god wants me in heaven because good men and their valuable lessons are omnipotent.
The Pull Pit
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Pull Pit. Granny tithing to the deacon so he can pull up in a new Lincoln and stick his dick in those struggling to connect with the lord when they're feeling weak' ends loneliness doing extra work, keeping the books, praying God forgives the crooked.
Allergic
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“Some bruises show up early-and stay with us far too long.”
Today I noticed a different pain.
Remained calm as a man with a plan who’s been through the hell of infidels.
Both struggled through a bastard's pain,
But only I can also see a mother's strain.
The labor of being picked last nurtures the bruises we carry.
You run away like someone allergic to love, thinking you will poison the batch.
We didn't fall far from the tree.
Bruises showed up early for me.
We tried to heal sweet and allowed our soil to sour delivery.
Movin’ Too Fast
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Passing through.
Look out for the stranger finding his way.
He has no fear of the danger he creates.
He’s just passing through—
what damage could words, feelings, emotions, and actions bring?
A release for him: responsibility, regret, the disease that makes zombies.
Like him, tormented.
The devil comes in many forms.
One minute he felt right.
For a short time, you shut off your mind
because it needed to feel right in the dark.
When you thought to turn back,
mourning sickness caused the fall.
1 Foot in 1 Foot Out
No man can hide from life. Whether fully or ill-prepared, your fears and cares will be exposed.
How do you want it to go?
Growing old in a job that doesn’t love you.
Growing old in a relationship where everybody’s fucking good, somehow, some way, but you’re dealing with attitudes that rob your cradle every single day.
The beliefs you expose yourself to daily make you man or baby.
Be careful who you shake hands with. Too much filth from handling drugs or dicks. Dying to feel special and independent.
People wonder why I don’t smile much.
I don’t feel right with all the truth I stomach, watching others grow from the lies they won’t give up.
It’s heartbreaking to follow the rule Nikki Giovanni told James Baldwin.
They say it’s how you keep the love from drying up.
Men will always give it, just not to a woman who runs her mouth too much about things that don’t improve life and love.
That’s how side pieces get involved.
Fucking violent love.
Letting loose outside the home.
You’re in danger when your main puts the silencer on.
If another man gives your woman advice, and she takes it more to heart than the one you gave her...
The death sentence will be slow, like the brother from The Green Mile, killing your genius and beautiful spirit slow.
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A Whole Soul
When suffering sounds like music to your ears, you need to get your check up and move out. Health banks on what you believe. What’s in the blood these days. Everybody’s sweet on disrespect, and ready to die from neglect.
My whole life I've been blessed when I'm open to the truth and hold onto being strong when lies got the best of me.
Reconciliation feels like you're burning on both ends. It's necessary to change one, even though you can never go back to the beginning.
I'm my family's keeper. My skin and my makeup make me a brother to the lost. It's hard to keep yourself whole through that chaos, so you have to hold the good in your heart. It feels like an attack; your inner god is protection, if you don’t use yours, you’ll always be suspected. Angels sin too and pray you see it as protection.
Dirty Smoke
Dirty smoke.
You feel numb, like an old-timer’s favorite drug.
Hustling illusions, until you pull yourself up and feel empty.
Wellness makes you hollow. Feel it in the air.
When you make errors and never admit mistakes, it means even after the time of your life, you will bury love.
Everybody wants to be wild.
But animals who ain’t loyal to the pack get put down.
You remember love you can't see.
You promised not to bring that version to life.
What A Day
The heavens open up for me every morning.
I see the great sky and the sun, shining on me Because I AM the one for my family.
The Fair One.
I'm from a time where rules and discipline kept you alive.
Being immoral meant you were disloyal.
Being gay wasn't a fad. Men didn't switch to get a bag.
When someone tried to run game or test your balls you shot the fair one first. A warning before your love one’s heart hurt
In Sync
What's your address, Misery Lane? I'm just playing. I stay out of that hood. I don't want my neighbors to hold grudges like me. I'm learning how to behave. That old American way.
I was told by a rich man: "Blacks don't get to the billions because they're greedy for the wrong things."
We have to address these issues before we move, because careless living turns dream homes into wastelands.
Intimacy is fierce and angry, like a man trying for a woman who cries wolf, then opens herself to be wounded. I'll give you my marrow, hold it in your life source, and help heaven come to earth.
Real men hold the motherload, and still uplift until you sneak and shift to loosen our grip. When we let go, you say it's our fault.
I want nothing more than to respond and take account for the mess. The dinner table is full, but everybody eats like they want to be somewhere else. Closed by distance of laying near empty love. I want good pussy and a tender hug, like your caring ain't just for show.
Artificial Insemination
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Mormon wives act sexy and ratchet, to promote lust and sin they finally found their way back to being culturally inappropriate. Every race and gender sells trauma, they just pretend their version aint hell on earth
The president and his business escorts are finding ways to make themselves rich again. The king’s disease of glutton and waste, like the glory days of England.
We’re watching the porn like its a live action we should aspire to. Self-mutilation through mental sensation. The world is wide open, welcoming the diseased penetration.
Stolen intelligence telling everyone else they will be jobless and poor. They give America aide by deporting families before they can settle the score.
Fake intelligence says, “Keep breaking the bank for college degrees you will never profit from.” AI will help you be a happy and focus on what they want you believe.
We, Us. Me. You. Have the power to do it different and make a difference. We have to get rid of the mentality of peasants. Stop submitting and giving away power to people who work for us.
The Worst of Times.
Phone getting more FaceTime than you in the bedroom. Smashing more likes for strangers than the love at your side.
Go’ head and call it. Throw in that towel used to wipe your fingers,palms, and thighs clean.
Ain’t no way you holding each other the right way now. You’re too sticky with greed and for personal pleasure.
Limits are long gone. Been surpassed by every lie that looks better than who you have.
They were once IT. Everything you wanted.
You aged them when you changed from damaging lust, that set traps back when being stuck and coming back was fun.
Cut-Up
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Men think they are the gods who create life, so you must have the consciousness to walk a path that builds and strengthens your purpose, intelligence, and bank account, more than your body count.
Loose women cost you everything. Their only stable benefit is changing their mind to get ahead. And all it does is drain you
SpreaDAMMMM
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When your lady puts her soft feet on you, do you want to throw them over your shoulders?
You like them to flop and shake like she's getting mangled.
When she has what a man needs... Pretty face. Phat where it's satisfying.
Eyes that make you search for compromising positions.
Mind that makes you ambitious.
Ass that takes your breath away and stops you in your tracks so you can watch art in motion.
You can't wait to dive in. Pound, smash, see the ripples, watch her bounce and wave, as y'all splash.
Scarface said 1 leg down, 1 leg up. I like them both on my shoulders.
I call that coming for punishment.
THE DARK AGES
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Step out of the era of repeating mistakes. Life is a tussle. You fight and hug. Maneuver in ways to experience love instead of getting slugged or fucked.
You ever go to the chapel for a lesson taught through a blessing. I met the daughter of a man teaching God’s word. She wanted to get away from her father’s unholy union. She said “men experience heaven from a woman’s hell on earth.”
She said she gave birth to an angel. A boy whose tail grew in the front, and her father was the reason for his horns. He grew to speak sharp and cut deep. She gave him all the love in the world but all he carried was her grief.
Huntin’ Season
Parents, virgins, young and inexperienced, beware!
Older men and women are on the hunt. Older boys, pretending to be men, coming back from college, and woeful adults with full-time jobs whose minds and bodies are as soft as Jell-O shots. Their own kind, their class, see them as worthless, dead weight, so they promise pleasure in a scheme to dump their pain on young and tender asses.
Older girls and women, performing witchcraft. Making suckers chase and fight to keep something that's been run through. Holding onto the wounded is like sacrificing your own flesh for mutilation, a ritual of self-destruction to prove how much you love them. You're now part of a collection, trying to resurrect the good girl she violates to forget.
It’s called the soul snatch. A communion of the broken. Sick whispers and acts, completed where the only light shined is when you open your eyes.
Imagine the nightmare. A loving future with a woman who comforts men, sucking and snatching minds to conceive a good life.
Imagine the nightmare. A man who preys to be your idol. He refuses self-discipline and master’s what a broken girl and her family worship.
Get your armor ready. Think about and carry yourself with respect, leading to discussions about your intellect instead of the price for your head.
MY Health Insurance Is Killing Me! (And my pharmacist is their hitman)
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I fought for the blessing, to have American insurance so we can live and thrive. Instead, I’m praying for a sign to show I’m worth living.
The entertainment industry isn't the only one marketing death. Insurance companies keep you alive to engineer extinction.
If you’re human, beneath what society considers elite, you are a peasant—an insurance company’s blessing. Drinking your tap water, making less than $200,000 dollars, kids eating free school lunch, living near fast food restaurants and more weed stores than healthy food grocers. You don’t understand how to use banks, politicians, and suckers who have bad credit for profit—you are a peasant, and a mistake they want erased.
I have an adolescent son with type one diabetes, dying after his appointments because of my new insurance I can barely afford, since I make pennies more than the poor.
They call it the gold standard.
They charge us as the broke middle class, because we are molested by Molina. A repeat government offense, jerking profits from the dead. Cashing in their identity. Specializing in youth movements—brainwashing poison as a fun-loving option.
Insulin is supposed to cost $35.00/max in Washington State. Diabetics cannot live without it. Pharmacies won’t honor that price and tell you, "saving your life is not our responsibility or priority."
They say “Broke ass, your health ain’t my problem!”
"Just pay me the $287.00 dollars or GO… Die. Suffer in silence. That’s the Gold standard price to be raped by Molina now and after life. Take it or leave it."
My adolescent son has type 1 diabetes. He was diagnosed in elementary school, which is also when he testified to pass Senate Bill 6087, which was superseded by Bill 5546, capping the cost of insulin at $35.00.
Molina Gold is the insurance my wife and I had to switch our children to because we make $6,000/yr more than we did previous years when my children qualified for state insurance.
Now health insurance plus dental insurance cost $720.00/month = $8,640/yr—which is obviously more than the extra $6,000/yr we worked so hard to earn. And if that wasn’t nearly fatal, the death blow Molina insurance and CVS pharmacy present is hundreds of dollars in extra out-of-pocket costs for appointments, including the $287.00 for insulin that costs between $2 & $6 dollars to make.
That’s right, single-digit dollar amounts is what it costs to make insulin, and people who require it like breath are dying because they can’t afford the seizure-inflicting prices legal dope dealers sell it at for a profit.
If you are wondering why we stay in this abusive relationship, it's because it was the most affordable and only one that kept our son's doctors. We shopped around, even used an insurance broker and were told none of the other insurance companies had their doctors in network, and Molina was the only abuser that also covered his insulin.
My wife and I have veterans’ health insurance, which doesn’t include dental because we didn’t retire from the military, and neither of us have a qualifying disability to be eligible.
We are healthy and smart enough to continue educating ourselves, to earn more income, so we thrive. But it's the scary hours when you're struggling to pay the reaper for medicine, so he doesn’t present you with his favorite gift. He knows you will return the favor, so he never gets old or tired of it.