These friends are not really your friends, see These friends aren’t really ten toes down deep These friends say I’m better off without you These friends are really the type to doubt you 1-I was made to be patient 2-No child’s made to be hated 3-It’s the fault of broken adults who raise broken children who become broken adults, of course Of course, it’s a cycle I’ve seen it professional and personally damn, I even dream it Damn, I guess that means I’m always on the job The elders would tell me to “let go and let God” You can understand everything that they say, in fact the elders not the type to go around behind your back and spread rumors and lies on you ‘cause they life boring in their gingerbread house, true These Hansel Gretel rebels aren’t invited to the Bar-B-Cues my uncles cooking up up in Baton Rouge Familia treating ya’ with plenty of respect than that tribe that we ride with, hear me yet Not to flex, but I bet that they really it’s true These Lex Luthors are nothing more than “Powder’ed” glue Rotten Tomatoes in everything that they really do Critically panned from the script to the crew What I wish upon you is to hear what I hear and realize I’m not the type that you should fear But, hey, we all got free will Made in America but we ain’t real These Friends are just Snakes…

Listen, this is, Game 6, Pippin D’Angelo, spittin’ Brown Sugar soul, drippin’ The veil’s my soul, hidden Dr. Du Bois, written Believe in life the wisdom that the ancestors givin’ What is your soul wishin’ in your mind’s prison Revitalized mission with my eyes steady dippin’ The demons chase me The heathens hate me Demigods ain’t me they devour the saintly She be my banshee electric boogie who will move me more than a Black Widow who would love to just consume me I’m duly noted I truly wrote it all these sanctified rhymes that I’ve truly quoted you know it I know you know it you are my focus You’re a hypocrite who’s always preaching the bogus I know you know it you just rule by fear Many of peers have come to me with their Amnesia Tears Because you ain’t collaborative your management style negative with adjectives so, I’m asking this Why you causing so much conflict But, as I sleep, my dreams develop into mosh pits… You came with the moves that were no-go I came with the blues and the solo You stayed with the fools who were slow-mo’ I stay with the game and the logo You lames ain’t really that pro, though Cheap shots who love to do BOGO This be that photogenic effervescent Anything you want will always take some time, though In time, though, I hope you’ll be like Rajon Rondo Handing out assists towards many goals and titles So, hurry up, pronto It’s time to change your ways cause karma has a nasty habit of overstaying its welcome The tribe you ride with they dislike this guy you ride with so why don’t we try this again, friend… The tribe she ride with they dislike this guy she ride with so, we rathers well try this again These are your friends like bullies in Shanghai The type to leave you high and dry with the tears in your eyes Collaborative my a$$ all about mandates fast I hardly curse on record but when it comes to you I never “shuck and jive” for imposters All about the “gotcha” the opposite of a doctor Conceited, I see it 一直走 (yí zhí zǒu,), Ichigo Did you know that I came with a different type of flow Cause, though I am brave vagueness is safety Cause, people like you would be reasons just to hate me Is it my race Is it my age Then again, I hear you treat women the same way The same way your forefathers probably treated my ancestors Micro-aggressive in the hate that you fester But, they allow it Your superiors could vote you out of power if they understand the integers That’s whole equation I’m not playing You tried to scar me like Obito when I’m really Super Saiyan Most bullies in Shanghai got trauma enormous that’s why they feel as if it’s so important To extinguish my flame you better come the same way I’m like her who runs away runs away… I disappear in the smoke…

Cali’ raised but Louisiana in my blood veins Every day, I’m reminiscing on the love gained Some pain, some loss some rain, some frost Many Miles From Where U R Sleepin’ I came across Our lost picture from our last evening Though maybe dreaming this image of us adorns my glass ceiling In my chateau where I sip 红酒 (hóng jiǔ) Reminiscing on the past and where the lovers go You see, I’ve tried moving on but was proven wrong in the process Logic would state “wait” but this song was the constant Message vibrating in my heart of hearts I thought those that told stories were a part of art But, sometimes, stories are built on lies I tilt the line to find the real divine But, still I’m reminded of what could’ve been Still, I’m reminded of what could’ve been In Millennium Park… I still feel U in Millennium Park I still see U in Millennium Park But still, I still feel U in Millennium Park I still see U in Millennium Park But still, I still see U in Millennium Park I still feel U in Millennium Park But, still, I wish to be a Millennium Item in Millennium Park I had a coworker who said she couldn’t date another coworker while talking about Netflix chilling, watching a show murder our serenity, energy felt a little erratic neurotic, toxic masculinity I tried to whittle and damage Down to the science down to a tee Under the weather constant Shanghai, remember me Confidently, I told she how the hataz stall polluting our worldview like the last straw Never speak of the devil so Prada in the details If this is it my mantra is to be well And the elephant in the room is the bracelet that I gave 2 U How could love disappear when we made music Trying to stay fluent in the land of the Mandarin Handling all the stress understand that I’m battling with ghosts Folks know that I’ll invest in faith Time’s running away like an expensive date So, who do U believe in…? I believe in U… She asked, “Who do U believe in…?” I said, “I believe in U…” She laughed and smiled only to tell me she knew this was me all along…Meant to stay “Ghost”…Meant to stay alone…

Tell me how to dial homes Tell me how the dial tones Are usually loosely based on the silence of being alone Oh, G~Mile’s home but really who calls anyone anymore in a society that will often ignore you Unless it’s the IRS or CPS both specializing in them broken homes CBS makes my third eye blind listening to the most blatant lies of our time But, back when I was kid though GrandMomma would let me watch her soaps Young & the Restless flow Neil Winters in a tuxedo GrandMomma would say, “If she ain’t call you back she ain’t the one” But also said, “Pray on things for thy will to be done” Will to be done…son, I’m stuck on the drums stuck on the beat wondering why you don’t text to see how I be and how I need to be closer to the family I’m just a telephone call away regardless of where I stay A 4 Page Letter bottled up emotions I will release today Hey, I release this what a relief it’s as if I’ve been texting you another thesis Heh, a million pieces of poetry ‘Cause I “Love U 4 Life” like Jodeci I’m trying to reach that quota, see just an example of diplomacy Is that lame or am I sane to try to stay in touch with you, my dame With Ghostin’ you’re an authority I’ve never been a part of the silent majority I call it like I see it tell it with the deepness Electric Intercourse in the belly of a Prius Metaphors, I keep it Silly in my leaflets Personification, time creeps in its sneakers Speak it in existence Some still attack Friends fall silent on the knives in your back I’m not intact as our signals are crossed No longer in service Disconnected in my thoughts So protective Message intercepted Used as evidence Wire taps collected Accepted the hidden fees The long-distance connections never breed These are the trying times These are the lying times These are the dreams I spell over screen time after time Imagined wide…

I wish I could share this poem with you, though It comes unequipped with a manual, so I’m here to tell you ‘bout my dreams 98th percentile above the mean So, you see, I used to dream about Segovia and all her Sister Cities I BASC’d with the overtures But, my specialized academics had me bite my tongue so much I needed a dentist I’m not a speech pathologist I acknowledge this confirmation bias as a school psychologist Back when me and J.P. Das shook hands in Edmonton Before Clementine’s nonverbals were deafening My emotions weren’t disturbed She WISC’d my cognitive and said I couldn’t learn And now I’ve heard that my vision is impaired Third eye blind, the dopamines that we shared, so rare Auditory hallucinations were here and there in the halls of my apartment left bare…I didn’t care… ‘Cause my time here was BRIEF ‘Cause executive function off your grief Their only consistency is negativity The infrequency of their validity Attacks my working memory full of complexity Leaving me feeling high and dry with discrepancies And now you mention me… Another test kit I resented Because KTEA and her brother, WIAT, believed in eugenics Who invented these tools of segregation that people like me have to use for elevation, yes Because more information adds to stories C-TONI, my association’s golden, homie Ima make money by bundles that’s my KeyMath Individualized goals so you will see that Do you see that I’m no dummy The smell of the bakery reminds me that I’m hungry Least restrictive, to be specific I’d wash your dishes and blow your kisses if that meant our fine motor could get inscriptive Significant like your phonemes I broke down your language so you would know me You’re My Starship Norman Connors, ADHD Hard to inhibit all of my day dreams…after all… After all, my dahlin’…I’m just trying to test your limits… You lay in a bed with a woman who has interest in you. You used to allude to your x-lover that before you two were kerosene the woman mitigated over your pleasures. Such incendiary an act to share with your x-lover a video, via socially mediated conditions, of you and the woman huddled up watching a TV show that your x-lover once introduced you to while drawn together within colder interior designs. And, oddly enough, it’s all fine for, in your mind, it’s all justified. The hypocrisy of jealousy is For the Tears in your Eyes. For life has and always will be about escaping the lonely daze and finding the strength to push lovers away. It’s as if this was a common narrative, all along When in fact this is indeed, quite an unusual tale Wouldn't you say? Would’ you say?

The Zen of Justice What is this rubbish I thought you’d love it Diamond encrusted hors d'oeuvres they selling to curmudgeons Why you bugging I’m something you feel something revealed In the still frames the watermark is now chilled Peeping the story, though, I gave you my Private Favors Not shocking administrators see administrators as saviors An Outsider like Razor I’m often critical of those who would judge me I seek the middle road Indigo feelings, though, our elephant’s extinct The Poison Ivy from one Pamela Isley got me feeling weak In an organization where innovation is over saturation You’re hardly worth accreditation due to your deviation Listen, I’m elevating while staying grounded with the humble brag no faking I know you ain’t at home waiting… Yes, I know you ain’t home waiting… I’m just saying… The Zen of Justice I know you don’t trust it Where is the loving “No justice, no peace…” in the character’s discussion Destruction of we was like the Village Hidden in the Leaves 2017, the summer came and it was grief So, how we going to be I know I couldn’t have seen every possibility where we live our dreams I know it seems impulsive, ADHD was often how I described my poetry in the scene You know me You know I You know “us” You don’t trust All the ways that I say that I prayed all these months And although we are finished my soul has now given this image of the past poetry at its limit I give it again ‘cause I’m running out of seconds Evil oppressive methods from Alberta to Texas Could claim me any day It’s like a home full of grief like the comb with the teeth you left behind smiling at me I’m wylin’, G…

I’m just a Cali’ kid, a valley kid Louisiana fig pudding what you doing here I find it hard to live Within my means because my dreams are always shell shocked The Zen of Justice friends accustomed to watching bellhops Send they luggage up the ramp The baggage that they claim would leave disdain across the map I often act as if my baggage is exclusive $h*t The cluelessness and foolishness while pursuing this Dream Material but at what cost I lost many of loved ones Many of loved ones Yeah, she was a loved one And now we don’t talk and I suffer in silence ‘cause my pain is not the same as many a clients I know she don’t buy it but I try it in this space in this place Under duress who could’ve guess I build my name amongst the best In Shanghai Reminiscing on her from the Chi’ So, as I drift away I hope I’m summarized As one of the good ones even if some don’t like me like that Attraction=God so, I’m proud to be Black So, I’m proud to be Black with my flava intact I’m Black but too proud Mental Health is detached As the sadness tries to creep in I gotta be strong but in this song I feel it creeping in I used to be more joyful than this… I used to be more joyful than this… But, I’m still hopeful and wish for the soulful with bliss I’m so vocal with wit that I seem noble equipped To handle it light one up for the graduates presenting at conferences who used to listen to the jazz hits While studying at colleges 什么时候 (shénme shíhòu) though As you ask me when did I start to lose the joy again, so It started with a friend then it started after ten under the bright lights where the parking lots and pocket books are left in the wind What I would’ve given to be your Private Favor, once more but the choices we make sometimes closes the doors to open metaphors on different shores to open metaphors on different shores But, to see ya once more would be bliss and make the last 2 years’ worth it So, now I reminisce… So, now I reminisce… In the darkness…

My taste buds’ Cantonese mixed with Japanese My family is the reason that I gotta leave But let’s not act like people like you are actually all about your colleagues living happily How many of them came with tears on their shirt to tell me all about their hurt And, worse yet, people like you don’t break a sweat unless you feel someone’s trying to circumvent your rep Listen… There’s a beauty in our vagueness This is the beauty of the Matrix This is truly how we break it You bully like this was a slave ship Don’t get upset by my statements I never really said that you were racist But, the way you talk to me is colonizing Not realizing that I’m the one who’s always equalizing This the trouble of your lying This is the struggle of our clients Who always feel lost in their crying Who always feel lost in their blindness I know, we can seize the day even if it seems like a ways away People like you love to act tough But your intelligence is made of fluff So, what’s up… I’m better than you I can prove it I’m loyal to my family and loyal to my students You pretend your someone you’re not I break it down in case you forgot Listen, Ima keep speaking this vagueness Your hatred’s entirely based on the Matrix My statements laid waste to the playlist in Vegas So superficial like you who remains nameless Let’s face it you often annoy cracking jokes like you’re one of the boys Just privileged A gimmick Wait, let me finish people like you ain’t about the business I’ve witnessed privilege all before from high school to college and now across shores Man, you better listen to me, though, I’M YOUR GENERAL KENOBI I’M YOUR ONLY HOPE Of course, that means that I can’t stay mad at you People like you lack divine vision my mind listens to the people a true leader, see Go ahead, give me all your energy, mon amie I got the Spirit Bomb the bomb spirit hold the key to your hopes and your dreams so, you stop being mean with the anger, for real Why you angry…for real Don’t you have everything Man…be chill… Chill…for a second, now listen Chill…for a second, now listen Chill… cause you never knew me I’m the Chosen One and you’re my sweet brother Numsie The Golden Child I’m trying to save with the students I work with everyday…okay… Yeah, now you really understand me… Do you really understand me… You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone…

E.Hobbs: Another trash bag earned its wings Another damn puppet too dumb to burn its strings Spend money on things you don’t need Then you Marie Kondo it all for your feed But you’re out here buying clothes every week You should look up “Fast Fashion” when you learn how to read Bragging ‘bout mindfulness, living green— What do you think happens with stuff made this cheap? Listen up, clever girls and smart boys Hold that mirror up to your face — Does it spark joy? G~Mile I analyze my image in the privilege and everything you say is just dimwitted And everything you claim has been mimicked You Soul Reapers feeling hollow in the Ghost business In a country where there’s barely any holy but sure got a lot of Ghost, true story You pseudo inventives are just poodles, aggressive Sipping 啤酒 (píjiǔ) no lyrical blessings so, here I go… This the words to the story… I’m sorry…I’m sorry… Look, pops said the “1st step is to jump in…” So, I jump in over destruction If I could just swim good enough to something Then, I could hold on every breath is lunging Towards something realer Every little vision of the past is a Thriller That I’ve been chasing for far too long Time to move along in this song…I’m gone… Am I wrong for making you mad If you’re feeling froggy we bring the drama to your lily pad Oh, you really mad just like bullies acting like they cultured like those wearing patchouli Ooooweeeeeee this that new season leave the stew streaming California Dreaming 红茶 (Hóngchá) steeped in leaves of those who dreaming Natural cuisine Yo, give me a reason Look, when I was a GamePro like Scary Larry I had a big crush on Kari But, now I sip tequila for Selena and Aaliyah Gasolina Gasolina No Katrina The oil spills from Louisiana to cantinas And it continues to bleed And it continues to bleed Like me…dopey…

The Payback listen to the audio that plays that Listen to the audio that plays back all the memories that I’ll take back All the memories that are luscious Everything we need can be rustic Everything we need Don’t you trust it Everything you read is comeuppance Trust it Touch it My hear is here Don’t you love it What is peace without justice I’m not at peace without justice Okay, everything I say is intense everything I say now represents all of the dreams that you professed All of the dreams that you professed everything you said in your conquest I guess all your games are a contest And, I’m Dennis Rodman Ejected…Rejected New lessons…New blessings… I’m not going to mention How you used to use me and then said you loved me to fool me Foolish me I couldn’t be what you had wanted me to be I’m clueless, see couldn’t see the forest for the trees we leave How could it be Why can’t it be For you and me in unity I truly be what you will need In Ensenada… Diamonds Bleed… Bleed…Bleed Bleed me Leave me Bleed me See me She’s me She’s me Misery… Misery loves company Can’t you understand luscious me Don’t you understand luxury I understand if it were up to me you and I would be something ‘G I’ve lost my patience because of statements that they would make so often taken Out of line and out of time The canvas falls no more disguise All are analyzed by those who crossed the battle lines Pocket full of M&M’s you cherry picked Hard in the Heart like the very pit Containing cyanide…Johnny Appleseed, so, 2 Can Dine… I want to remember your name… I want to remember our games… I want to remember your ways… How the voice split lightening like blades… Things have changed over time But it’s all good for 2 Can Dine…yes, 2 Can Dine… I was never given the benefit of the doubt even as a feminist about equality ‘cause first and foremost I’m a Black Man and, more or less, we’re seen with criminal intent So, I guess it’s easier and less stress to marry someone who’s not the opposite But it’s funny as much as they criticize my family would never wanna see you cry And neither would I at this point in time Peep the vernacular spectacular a fool of a mind I was wasting time and I understand I know If I knew what I knew what I know now 5 years ago…I wouldn’t never let go…

You see I wish I could sing to you and dream this vision of us that is no longer held back by the absence of this substance. To develop strength in our bonds and to follow along in song would take us to wonderment towards the dawn. In a partnership where San Francisco and other cities are just Small Towns I wanna ask you: R U STILL DOWN??? R U STILL DOWN??? I said, in partnership…that’s a consonant or a vowel or an adjective or any kind of word you wanna make it pretend to be. ‘Cause you and me could live our dreams we are not tied down by any rules of grammar…we are the swagger! Arm and hammer with MC HAMMER pants!!! I want you just to save the last dance…just save the last dance. In our worldview, these “doctors” in their “lab coats” will never be allowed to malpractice with our blood. It’s all love…it’s all love…it’s all love? I told you it’s all love…. we’re all above anything, anything that we dream…we are the CREAM Team…the DREAM TEAM… YOU ARE MY QUEEN!!! I do not bless many of enemies ‘cause they are never really kin to me. You are steadily aiming at my heart and I knew it even in the darkness as we drove through a snow-filled Shanghai I looked into your eyes and you told me: “JEREMY, YOU NEED TO SURIVE…JEREMY, YOU NEED TO SURVIVIE…!” And, I’ve been waiting in vain all along under the bright lights…the Pearl Tower under many a showers. I brought you flowers one day but I turned away at the gate ‘cause I didn’t want any Dr. Robotnik trying to sink my ship like Tails Prower or Sonic the Hedgehog (I was more of a Knuckles fan, all along). This all about you; it’s not too late for us to get along. A song in hand is worth two…two…dances… Movie scenes Diamond rings Everything that I wish is superficial in dreams It’s always the same thing… It’s always the same thing… It’s always the same thing…It’s always the same thing… Now, take a look I used to live in the Land of the Red & Gold So, let it go… So, let it go… It’s always the same thing… It’s always the same thing… It’s always the same thing…It’s always the same thing… International City But many people leave on 3-day weekends What a pity…I’m just saying… It’s always the same thing… It’s always the same thing… It’s always the same thing…It’s always the same thing… Now take a look… Movie scenes and Diamond rings Everything that I wish is superficial in dreams

You’ve Escaped the Jungle Altar to find yourself now trapped in the middle of the flames that will attack how will react As a matter of fact you’ve always felt as if now trapped They tracked your scent about a meter away way back, way back, way back in the day And now the flames have claimed your name and everything that you have mumbled The trouble of getting drunk far away in the jungle Now, you hear the rustle now you staring as they move like Lizard Cats Fear is that feeling of losing everything as the wizard chants the wizard chants over the sermon… They’re the type to lose clothes, swerving The sky dilutes to purple in the middle of the dragon’s burning Lady V gradually grabs your neck, yo, she’s yearning Dressed in African silks though she ain’t African, she learning Here in Asia, Dr. Strangelove with his Low EQ could never imagine the depths of the souls ‘cause he see through He see through but he knew better than you to chase demons into the indigo night The people circle around what they worship, the symbol is ripe for the picking So sickening, they hissing your fear is golden for the flames that toss dirt on your name now their mouths are moaning and groaning Un-Controlling they chains react to the flames An evil hue to a silly fool like you who’s lost in the daze…listen… Lady V wants you to come as you are Head spinning seeing stars Head in the clouds like Nimbus all your wishes have now dissolved If you had any clue what they’ve been doing here since September you would’ve stayed far away How’d you like to be remembered This is the time you pray to all your ancestors but the only spirits here are the demons with the baggage so clever right near your ear as you fall to the ground the only Quest for Glory is the silent sleep so sound On this side of town, you’re worried… You cry a little inside wondering “Why even try to fight addiction any longer...” Let your freak flag fly from Shanghai-to-the-Chi Lady V brings you the jewels of the beast How foolish of me to not be you in this scene But, see, out of body experiences let me see you through me The analysis of paralysis the spell cast in grief Be reborn…Be reborn… ‘Cause you ain’t dead yet… Listen…you ain’t dead yet…

Study the tapes there is money to make, okay Buddy, you fake, I am pudgy with cake, okay Dummies mistake every word that I say, okay Many will hate never congratulate, okay Muddiest lakes they bathe and then shake, okay They crawfish barely have half a brain, okay Study my tapes I wanted the fame, okay In high school, I was mindful of pain, okay In high school a mind full of pain, okay Could have you feeling like life was a drain, okay We mediate and deviate from designed plans until our eyes are reopened by them divine hands I try, man, to have visions like the Mayans but less civilized in the era of tyrants I still strive to live better… I still strive to live better… We so opposite in documents It’s hard to tell where our topics switched but with confidence I give you this like a chain where a locket sits Reminisce with me…Indigo Elephants… You sent a picture of this when I landed in August but then disappeared like the foggiest of memories and now I search the stars across the continents just another lost soul needing acknowledgement without the politics, an optimist Astrology got me searching for you Capricorn like Anthony Bourdain Parts Unknown… I had dinner the other day where he ate in Shanghai then I wondered what you were doing with a tear in my eye because I knew I had to let you go but by letting you go I loose a bit of my soul, though And it’s like I let these dream killers and non-believers get one over me and you who are truly the dream weavers But it’s all good, though, because I won’t shatter Because after all the lights and screams nothing but my dreams matter Like Pac said… my beliefs won’t budge I will still give you Unconditional Love So, I’m coming home and I don’t know what’s next but I guess I’m the type to always take regrets and turn them into text which I invent and invest into song so the legacy of my family carries on I’ve met many of people afraid of legacy partially because of the unknown of the heavenly It’s not fantasy when I say my ancestors told me in song That, Clementine, it was you all along and I was wrong… And there really ain’t much more left to say As the Mandarin Sun Sets on this day I hope for your happiness and a family of your own All the ingredients of a happy home But, I still roam…alone…