Snoring to Death

Death has an appointment at 4:58 AM but his ass, again, escaped that mothah fuckah by wakin the fuck up at 4:57 AM on a Tuesday. On Monday, he ditched that ass again at 3:32 AM and the day before that at 1:47 AM.

That's the way it was and is. But he didn't know it. Had just for a minute or two lost the oxygen to make his body continue to survive, heading off into the sublime with his sleep apnea. Undiagnosed, but he didn't know that eithah.

Death knowin all this too. Snappin his fingah every time the mah fuckah's, with his fat ass, luck almost runnin the fuck out. Again, he didn't know it.

Death speakin tah Life, "Come ohn naw! Shit gettin old L! Let me have the mothah fuckah! Look at 'im? His ass ain't doin yo ass no good, but he doesn't know it. And don't give a fuck bout ch'ou L!"

Life smilin at that shit, at Death talkin the same old shit cause he salty as hell, "Yah, gotstah give a niggah a break D!"

"Now, you know and I know," Death sayin with authority, "You can't give a niggah too many breaks! Fuck that!"

(to be continued...)

Can I Get An Amen?

"It's hard work being poor in and of itself!" Yah damn right bout that shit! Peace! More to come...

Damn Bitterness! Love, Espouse It From The Mountain Tops!

Yah see, what ch'ou have tah remember, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs, is the fact, you were with that "so-called" loser, Ho, Ho'monger, mah fuckah, bitch, bastard, sorry ass...whatevah...cause yo ass Loved and still Loves that ass! Oh, yes you do! Point blank! We need tah quit it! Cut out all that bullshit! We some grown asses. We know or knew what the fuck we got our asses into or from. Shiiiiit! While yah playin. And what you have to admit to your sorry, lyin ass aftah all is said and done, is the fact, the shit wasn't always fuckin bad! Quite the contrary! Oft times it was historic and refreshing tah my sorry, lonely, pathetic life! Fuck whatcha talkin bout! For real! Or why did yah love'em? Or, lets get the shit correct, why do you still Love'em? Don't be ashamed negro! Love is a complex, fucked up emotion no one has evah understood! But don't be ashamed for your Love of that perceived fucked up mah fuckah! Fuck that! You can't fool a recoverin foolah! Nor can yo sorry pitiful ass, lie to a recoverin liah! Stop-that-shit! Right-the-fuck-now! Goddamnit! Shut it the fuck up!

We owe it to our being to admit to one and all that, "I don't care bout the fucked up shit I told y'all or the bad shit I feel that Sweet, Fine mothah fuckah done tah me. I'm glad tah tell yah mah fuckahs, I Loved and still Love that mah fuckah! I'm just mad cause I can't figure how tah make the shit work!" Ummm! Sweet Lord!

But since the mah fuckah refuses tah quit fuckin mah fuckahs for fun, for free and for crack! I just had tah tell that ass, "Fuck yah! Feed yah! I don't need yah! With yo stank, Beautiful ass! And the Love I have fo you, like Mellencamp said, "You make it...hurt so good!"" Nig-gah whah? Yah heard may!

Peace! More to come...

Dark Days

I'm not going to be with you and stay alone;
And carry the tons of stones
Or the plethora of bones
You should be carrying;
Because You're grown!

All the bad seeds you've sown...
I must carry the one I own.

You have some very dark days
Coming your way.

The Pawn Shop Blues of A Crackhead

He had pawned enough nig-gah... tah understand, with his crackhead havin ass, not tah say, "How much would yah give me for this?" Fuck, no! No! No! No! It's always, " How much would you loan me for this?" Now, that's whatcha broke crackhead ass asks! "Give me?" Tear yo ass up! Statement of desperation. And fuck that, though yo sorry ass needs a hit like nobody's b'ness! Gottah be a smart crackhead if yah wannah keep crackin the right way. Whatevah the fuck that shit is?

"Loan me?" Now that's ah real b'ness person. Want ch'o shit back goddamnit! "Give me?" Now my ass knows, as a pawnbroker, yo sorry ass don't want ch'o shit back. Yo ass desperate. And desperate makes my ass some money. Nevah see yo sorry ass again...At least, not fo the bullshit yah tryin tah pawn me. Shiiiit...

(to be continued...)

Let It Shine!

The light came on.
And I turned it off.
Choosing to be in the darkness.

It came on again.
And I did the same as before.

But then...
It fired up once more.
And I noticed how much of a mess it was;
Finally realizing the work that needs to be done.

I'm starting to get things straightened up.

The light continues to keep burning.

The Fuck You Still Prayin Fo?

Sometimes mah fuckahs! Sometimes yo sorry ass can sit up there and wait...and wait...and wait...Yah see what I'm gettin at? Not only is yo Black ass tarryin, but yah sittin up there prayin tah boot! Now, ain't that some shit?

Prayin that tired shit, "Why can't she just love me lawd?" Or, "Why can't he just love me lawd?"

Well, I'll tell yah why? Cause the Lawd done left yo stupid ass tah yo'self cause yo ass ain't been listenin tah the Lawd, negro. Hell! No! Yo ass been listenin tah yo own damn self! And the Lawd you been prayin to been done said, "That Love shit yo sorry ass been prayin and waitin fo ain't goin tah fuckin happen mah fuckah! Been asked and answered a long fuckin time ago! Move the fuck ohn!Fuck yah! With yo non-listenin selfish self! You damned, sorry ass, Heathen!"

And that, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs, I'm glad tah tell yah, is a Beautiful Thang! Oh, yes it is!

Peace! More to come...