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Things to do the next time I fall in love 

Tell her she’s beautiful, and that no matter how fast the years past she’ll always be that way to you. Show her that no matter how cruel the world is she’ll always be what gets you thru.

Give her a home to preform her blessing. Make her feel your warmth even when you aren’t  present.

Give her your undivided attention. Apologize for your mistakes, even the ones she doesn’t mention.

 Give her enough time to see your vision and when ever she cooks offer to clean the kitchen.

Be her truth and show her the light. When things go left be the reason they go right.

Put her on game and show her what’s up. Stay down for her until y’all come up. 

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Black Boys Revenge 

Stop racing to the grave and stop going to jail. Stop leaving us to raise ourselves in this living hell. Please help my mother with building this shell.

Because when you leave the evil arrives and mom can’t protect us from both sides. 

Yeah mom’s a queen and she does what she can but no matter how strong she cant raise a man. 

So im forced to roam the streets and look for guidance. From the old boys who only pretend to provide it . 

See these older boys lack guidance too because they were all left by men like you. They’re amused by turning me on to evil and are a perfect example of how “hurt people hurt people”. These older boys were me way back when, so these boys got older but never became men. 

Now I got problems with authority and I subconsciously hate people who look like me. 

Now anybody can get it and since you I never saw you love mom I’m screaming “fuck these bitches” 

I only got love for my block. Because that’s what raise me, the hood is my pops. 

I pop perks and Zans to keep me in the zone,because deep down inside I feel alone. All those grave yard shift and OT (out of town) trips. Carrying guns with Extra clips. Are all Ive known since your sail shipped. I don’t want this life but its all I know, because I never understood why you had to go. 

Was it something I did? Am I to blame? Did I make you feel trapped like a ball in chain? I’m sorry for ruining what you and ma had, I’m sorry for forcing you to be a dad. I just want you to come back,because see I never met you but I’m still so attached. How am I supposed to raise my own? When it feels like I’m violence prone. 

I’m not a Gangsta or a thugs I’m just a boy who missed out on love. But Imma kill my own and sell them drugs because you never stayed long enough to give me a hug.

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We Love America 

Dear America,We spend all of our money at your stores, and wait patiently in long lines outside of your doors,to spend money we got from jobs doing your unwanted chores, where we’re forced to accept what you pay us because we’re scared to ask for more. 

We give and you take, we spend you make. We may bend a little but we’ll never break. When we beg you to stop you call up your cops. So now We ain’t even safe on our own blocks!

They could come to our neighborhoods kills us and leave and all theyd ever get is administrative paid leave. They’d even get money in their gofundme account, all for killing the kid whose name was hard to pronounce. 

You break down our schools,pack us in buildings. promote drugs and violence to all of our black children. So Come Friday night we go to club because the partying helps us forget all this stuff! 

But Our homes remain broken and absent of trust. See what your slavery did to us? You chained us physically, spiritually and mentally. Your slavery is even in our music industry. Because We use to sing about pride and hope. But now all I ever hear is guns and dope.  

So Who’s gonna be these young brothers role model? When theyre learning how to hold guns before they can hold thier own bottlles. The sisters need some guidance too because there ain’t no more Lauren hills or eryka badus. All I ever see on the TV screen, are women who look like they’ve been lotioned with bleaching cream. We used to shine bright like the Sun, now it’s like we’re selling our souls to be one of them.

Its like there ain’t no place for us. Because You do as you please and we do what we must. Yet and still we love America, but when will America ever love us? 

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Higher learning 

I was trying to get you to see that your life held value and that no amount of money could replace it. But the hood was so good to you that you became complacent . You ain’t want no education you just wanted an iced out bracelet and a SS Impala so through life you was racing. I left and went away to school and you started looking at me like I was basic.But you was tryna sale your soul and I was trying to save it.

I came back so estactic because I was learning new things. I wanted to tell you about how we didn’t come from slaves and that the truth is we came from kings. I wanted to give you the courage to fly and finally flap your wings.I wanted to make you want more than material things. 

I wanted you to leave with me and travel and visit new places. I wanted to explain to you how all white people ain’t racist. I wanted to show you how they keeping you a slave with that chain and that bracelet.But you was tryna sell your soul and I was trying save it.

I tried to tell you then niggas was phony and they really ain’t ya homies.Now I’m up drinking E&j cause you left a nigga lonely. Who gone walk to the store at night? Who gone gone push me when I’m scared to fight? How the fuck Ima go on? How the fuck I’m gone live a normal life? 

I shouldn’t have went to school, I should stayed on the block with you!How them niggas screaming that they shoothas and wasn’t out there with the tool? 

I told you they wasnt real,they was in it for the come up. Cause they saw like me that you were ambition and would wet any nigga tryna run up. They had to catch you slipping bro you to smart to go out like that. And now my heart broke forever cause I couldn’t have ya back. I wish I could go back bro I wish I could erase it! I wish you that you ain’t sale your soul, I wish I could’ve save it.

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Me, you and the moon

We’ve been sitting in my car talking for about 5 hours. The moons is out and we’ve talked about  everything under the sun…..It feel like the world is ours ,like our story has just begun…. It feels like we’re strangers and soul mates at the same time. I can’t help but to be yours and now I’m wondering if you’re mine. I understand you and still can’t figure you out… While you’re making me feel sure about things that I’d usually doubt. I’m confident on the outside but on the inside I’m scared, and I’m trying to say all the right things so that you don’t think I’m weird. Now there’s awkward silence and I’m wondering should we kiss? Should I hold back ?….or should I be more intense? Your kiss leaves me in trans I feel like you’ve cast a spell. It’s this lust? or love? At this point it’s hard to tell. But I don’t want to think about the future all that matters is now. We can take this as far as you’d like to, let me know, I’m down. I’ll be patient with you and you be patient with me. Because right now…. there’s no other place that I’d rather be..It’s me you and the moon love..this is our destiny

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