REAL TALK

RT.... This poem comes straight from the heart and not just from the bottom. I couldn't even tell you where the bottom is anymore for it's been broken far too many times. I'm usually not one to be down in the dumps but I can't help but feel like I've been dumped by the people I thought I could trust.

RT... I've never come to realization of how fake people could be. I'm not talking plastic or rubber...I'm talking blasé expressions and facade personalities. I'm talking Fugazi emotions, pretending and contradicting. Why?

RT... I am sick and tired of trying to please everyone because not everyone can be pleased..and I realize that now.. I wish I saw this coming earlier

RT... I appreciate those friends that let me be me.. I appreciate you being non judgmental.. I appreciate the late nights and the deep convo. True MVPs

RT... The amount of real people I know I can count on both hands.. Now don't take offense to that its only because I personally don't know you.

RT... I'm done saying real talk to make what I'm saying real damn it. I'm a pissed off black man that just wants to live his life... P.s. This isn't a race thing I promise.. Saying black just gave it a stronger meaning.

RT... I couldn't care less of what they think of me, what he thinks, what she thinks, what you think.. All I know is I've always been real and I don't plan on stopping now.

#LEGITNESS

Real talk.. Tomorrow is my last day in A1, A2, A3... And I plan on going out with a bang

I Remember When

I remember when the trees would dance
and the birds would sing
and all the old folks were just doin their thing
yeah life was rough but the times were good
reminiscin all the good vibes about the hood
like i know i should, man i miss my fam
momma's corn, mashed potatoes, and honey glazed ham
and lets not forget grams, she was the real OG
never was a smart alec she'd smack the sense outta me
im talkin til i saw pee, runnin down my pants
lookin like a fool doin the potty dance
and my uncle, you see
was makin good money
but could never help us out cause he was so stingy
with my clothes dingy
I grew up in the real struggle
steady on my grind tryin to find my hustle
everyday was difficult, a fight, a real tussle
would've never made it out without my mental muscle

I remember conning the cons and juking the junkies
they were sticky and icky and i didn't want the to touch me
cause thats when things got funky, i mean things got ugly
I mean uglier than prisoners playin a game of rugby
I got violent when needed, yo this junkie proceeded
crossed his face with a rake, it probably felt like he got cleated
when im angry im meaner
you know hulk, well im greener
didnt take haste to the case cause its only a misdemeanor
never broke any femurs, but ive broken some noses
and to all my homies ive given too many black roses
im debating on posting, this is a piece of the truth
about the strife and destruction that i went through in my youth
will i get through it? yeah! but it may take me a while
just know i stay optimistic and take on life with a smile

Blue Ticket (shake)

Cause the players gonna play (x5)
And the haters gonna hate (x5)
Baby, im just gonna shake (x5)
Shake it off (x2)
and you should too! Shake what yo mama gave ya, but lets not confuse this with twerking
Shake your groove thang (x2)
Baby! Show them how you do it now.
Cause im just gonna shake, shake,shake.