The Don (Spoken Word)

Feed your mental
Walk through the streets get a visual
Hear the sirens blow
Feel the people and residuals
Watch how the kids wanna walk in my footsteps
Fellas see me move and they wanna check my street rep
Ladies in the window and they smiling when I walk by
Never gonna see another dude that be this fly
Mayor of the city but I never was elected
I'm the boss of the town and I always get respected
Hustle with a mission
And I never leave a man back
Mad cuz you lost and you'll never get ya man back
Money never moved me
Money never made me
Everytime I put in work
All they did was pay me
Now I'm on the top floor
Living in a high-rise
Penthouse living large
Keep my head to the sky
Never lost focus on the people and their input
Thanks for the teachers always making me read books
Thanks to the old heads
Always with the wisdom
Told me that to make it
That I had to learn the system
Showed me how to roll with it
Flip it so it work for me
Now I'm called professor
And I never earned a Ph.D
Plenty tried to hurt me and they said I'd never make it
But I did and I'm here
So let's see where I can take it
GO!!!

(This was a blast to write. Freewrote this. It's all love. LOL)

Midnight Storm

As the wind tears through the branches
The leaves ripping from the force
The sound of raindrops hitting the ground
I wonder
If you are safely tucked into your bed

Windshield wipers sweeping away the water
Headlights piercing through the darkness
The sound of the tires driving over asphalt
I wonder
If you are sound asleep in your bed

Empty driveway in front of your house
Barely wet where your car was once parked
The lights are out all around
I wonder
If you are making your way to my place

Sweat It Out

He works hard for the money
Only to watch it flushed down the drain
Courts believed the drama that was produced before them
So a man who wanted to be present in his childrens' lives
Is standing outside of the door
Watching the child support money being spent
On designer clothes and expensive shoes
For the new boyfriend
And holding the papers from the judge
Declaring that he needs to pay more money
To take care of his kids

Can You Stand The Rain?

Thunder rolling over the horizon
Lightning flashing throughout the skies
Steely gaze piercing through the soul
When the storms of life come
And the love finds itself tested in the tempest
Rain pours from the heavens above
Concealing the tears flooding the faces
Let's go home

But She Can't Cook

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach
But the way to a man's wallet is in his pants
She banked her future on her looks
Which if based solely on that
Her days will be well cared for
Claim to fame was her game in the bedroom
Warm up started with an hour in the bathroom
Always stayed ahead of the curve
Dedicated two hours a day for her curves
True ride-or-die chick
Never left a man wondering
Her commitment was persistent with her living
But she was dying in the kitchen
Because with all the pretty dishes and the silverware
The appliances were more for decoration
She couldn't make a meal if it required more than ordering delivery
And eating out every night can dwindle the romance
As well as the finance
She had the bed on lock
But the stove was so unused that it still remained locked
She most definitely was a feast for the eyes
But man can't live on looks alone

Fathers Day

It's a shame that the fathers are always caught under a bad light, due to some having shortcomings. But there are good fathers out there. And unfortunately, some fathers cannot be with their children. But that does not mean that they do not love and care for them. If there are any fathers out there who are doing their best, acknowledge them. Take time to notice the good ones. Because too much time goes to giving attention to the bad ones.

Scarred Love

It is like catching lightning in a bottle
But not putting a lid on it
Biting into a chocolate strawberry
Only to find the fruit bitter
Who can take pain in their heart
And not be hurt
Stained are the cheeks of those
Who love hard