3 tats and a big back
3 tats and a big back/what’s that/that’s behind the counter at your local fast food restaurant/not asking can they help you/but what you want/hair style 3 different shades/to match the 3 tats and big back/back so fat/that’s the line where all the action at/3 piece special for here/hand delivered by 3 tats and a big back/back so fat/wrong words retract/and customers come back for 3 tats/3 stacks covers the wrist/3 stacks covers the neck/next paycheck going to the 3 tats that’s on deck/cuz you can never have enough tattoos this day and age/getting your body tagged like a Bronx subway is all the rage/3 tats and no stacks/what’s that/that’s that cat in the back of the restaurant dropping fries/whose conversation reeks of jewelry polish and lies/about tales as authentic as fast food apple pies/his no stacks become 4 stacks he got for selling 4 packs of that hard hard/two weeks after leaving the yard/off a bid that he began working on as a kid/his story is he was hugging the block/but misdemeanor trespassing was what he really did/so he got 3 tats on his back/a bible verse/his hood name/and his mother’s face/so with every lie and arrest/she shares in his disgrace/3 tats and 6 packs/6 packs, what’s that/that’s where 3 tats, big back and no stacks will land at/3 tats on skin heading south forever/the aftermath of body tagging that - way back when - seemed so clever/2 packs of menthol/2 6-packs of beer/and 2 packs of wrinkle cream applied at least 3-4-9 times a year/the beautiful marks begin to stretch and those sexy lips become just a smeared hickey on your neck/little red hearts have little heart attacks and happy faces begin to crack/those bible verses become unreadable/and that nostalgia becomes un-redeemable/but since PETA is still after Vick, there’s no one to call the dogs off/so 3 tats will continue to get mo tats, till the ink falls off.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Nip and Tuck It Away
Nip and Tuck It Away
So superficial I am/goddamn, so superficial I am/staring in the mirror not happy with the reflection/so I nip and tuck it away/not in the trash/but in the closest for the eventual day/when the proper medical treatment has been administered/and senses have been restored/a quarter century of tears and memories not even I can afford/to lose/but since that’s the situation/man up is the route I choose/nip and tuck it away/store it in a warm place/though now I choose to be cold-blooded/my spam folder is overflooded and needs to deleted/my conscience is no longer guilty/cuz that burden/ I don’t needed/nip and tuck it away/store it cryogenically cuz I won’t need it any time soon/I think I’m gonna enjoy watching my son eat from his silver spoon/cuz I didn’t get the chance to/although my momma had plans to/no house or a dog in the back yard going woof woof/ or our own roof/until I was in high school/but do hold that against her/no/it’s always been cool/cuz see/me and she grew up together/shared the same umbrella in horrible weather/which made our relationship that much better/now, when it comes to my pops/that’s where the smile stops/whether it was the semen producer/or the stepdad-director/neither one showed up on my leadership and guidance detector/but thats ok/cuz I just nip and tuck it away/to a vault with a combination I keep trying to forget/but I guess I really wanna keep my dead pops alive cuz I haven’t forgot it yet/me and my siblings have gone thru things that’s made our granny’s spirit sing/ and cry/heated exchanges that brought tears to each other’s eye/but since we the way that we are/we nipped and buried that shit/even, applied ointment to each other’s battle scar/and tucked the Neosporin away for when a new issue appears/till then I’ma provide my public with my greatness for another 30 years/yes ma’am/so superficial I am/goddamn/so superficial I am.
So superficial I am/goddamn, so superficial I am/staring in the mirror not happy with the reflection/so I nip and tuck it away/not in the trash/but in the closest for the eventual day/when the proper medical treatment has been administered/and senses have been restored/a quarter century of tears and memories not even I can afford/to lose/but since that’s the situation/man up is the route I choose/nip and tuck it away/store it in a warm place/though now I choose to be cold-blooded/my spam folder is overflooded and needs to deleted/my conscience is no longer guilty/cuz that burden/ I don’t needed/nip and tuck it away/store it cryogenically cuz I won’t need it any time soon/I think I’m gonna enjoy watching my son eat from his silver spoon/cuz I didn’t get the chance to/although my momma had plans to/no house or a dog in the back yard going woof woof/ or our own roof/until I was in high school/but do hold that against her/no/it’s always been cool/cuz see/me and she grew up together/shared the same umbrella in horrible weather/which made our relationship that much better/now, when it comes to my pops/that’s where the smile stops/whether it was the semen producer/or the stepdad-director/neither one showed up on my leadership and guidance detector/but thats ok/cuz I just nip and tuck it away/to a vault with a combination I keep trying to forget/but I guess I really wanna keep my dead pops alive cuz I haven’t forgot it yet/me and my siblings have gone thru things that’s made our granny’s spirit sing/ and cry/heated exchanges that brought tears to each other’s eye/but since we the way that we are/we nipped and buried that shit/even, applied ointment to each other’s battle scar/and tucked the Neosporin away for when a new issue appears/till then I’ma provide my public with my greatness for another 30 years/yes ma’am/so superficial I am/goddamn/so superficial I am.
Why Tony Lean to the Left
Why Tony Lean to the Left
Tony was the man on the block, to him the hens and chickens would flock,
He had the controlled substance game on lock, and he conducted business around the clock,
Tony’s wardrobe was wife-beaters and dickies or skinny jeans, and pair of Air-ones always clean,
A killer smile on his face never mean, and a stable of concubines no queen,
On a nice sunny day in the hood, Tony was handling business like only he could,
Supplying the block with his patented swag, in the form of lil’ candy filled bags,
Sunset rolled around, that’s when the monumental event went down,
And on a clear, still night, you can hear his story being told around town,
Dressed in a wife-beater and skinny jeans and, that killer smile on his face never mean,
Posted up on his car with a lean, that’s when the baby G’s hit the scene,
Super-soakers in their hands on mission, Tony pleaded but the lil’ G’s wasn’t listening,
Tony broke out and dashed around the car, what happened next left him with a scar,
Without his left hand as a belt, Tony tripped,
Landed on the sidewalk and cracked his hip,
Since his swag didn’t include the use of a belt,
Tony now has a permanent lean to the left,
Wearing your pants three sizes too big isn’t homo or poverty, its stupidity,
And dumb ass dudes getting caught doing whatever cuz they pants fell down is my theory’s validity,
Belts are cheaper than the pants you wearing; so, that I can’t afford one shit I aint hearing.
PULL YOUR DAMN PANTS UP!!!
Tony was the man on the block, to him the hens and chickens would flock,
He had the controlled substance game on lock, and he conducted business around the clock,
Tony’s wardrobe was wife-beaters and dickies or skinny jeans, and pair of Air-ones always clean,
A killer smile on his face never mean, and a stable of concubines no queen,
On a nice sunny day in the hood, Tony was handling business like only he could,
Supplying the block with his patented swag, in the form of lil’ candy filled bags,
Sunset rolled around, that’s when the monumental event went down,
And on a clear, still night, you can hear his story being told around town,
Dressed in a wife-beater and skinny jeans and, that killer smile on his face never mean,
Posted up on his car with a lean, that’s when the baby G’s hit the scene,
Super-soakers in their hands on mission, Tony pleaded but the lil’ G’s wasn’t listening,
Tony broke out and dashed around the car, what happened next left him with a scar,
Without his left hand as a belt, Tony tripped,
Landed on the sidewalk and cracked his hip,
Since his swag didn’t include the use of a belt,
Tony now has a permanent lean to the left,
Wearing your pants three sizes too big isn’t homo or poverty, its stupidity,
And dumb ass dudes getting caught doing whatever cuz they pants fell down is my theory’s validity,
Belts are cheaper than the pants you wearing; so, that I can’t afford one shit I aint hearing.
PULL YOUR DAMN PANTS UP!!!
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