“Electrocute U”

I see you once
in a blue moon
sipping on
a blue moon

Thoughts were voodoo
bloodline’s Zulu
the rhyme scheme
so Guru

Resistance is futile
Chuck Person
when I'm serving
Only certain types
of Persians
can ice me like
George Gervin

I rehearse
and recite
I inverse
all that's light

I reverse
all our fights
You can understand
everything that's trite

Life
Liberty
The foolish
the justice

The clueless
the busted
I wouldn't mind
having crumpets
with a Russian

Dance with me
a cold bebopper
Moscow Mules
the cups were copper

Damn U
Damn me
Why U make me
Do what I do, see

The affogato brewed
Avocados lost
off the lotto
The moves I do
so Sarutobi
You should get
to know me

A Golden Homie
We golden, homie
The Greene Flash
Hokage with stories

They will stay
mean spirited
The tales from the
Greene lyricist

Peep the nuptials
Breaking bad
Love combustible
forsaking paths

Is what we on
Oh what, we on?
The stage is set
and the guns are drawn

“All is Well”

All is well
I tell the stories
of the fair child
the ones with
crooked smiles
just like me
the Greene Mile

While you try to erase
the memories of the past
it stays lingering all around
the hour glass

May I ask,
how you doing
I heard you're moving
Shaking up the stakes
the foundation was
cubic centimeters

The volume of hate
is the tones
that we found
while walking
in faith alone

I take a leap of faith
you take a leap of hate
I understand
Jamison Whiskey had me
in a peculiar state

Where I texted
and wrote poems
over past mistakes
Thought our church flow
was enough to heal the breaks

But guess not,
but all is well
all is well
if you thought that
I'd suffer
it's hard to tell

All is well
All is well
All is well

Like Grandmomma used to say…

Grilled Teriyaki
with a side of broccoli
she called me wasabi

Cause she cried for me
apologies for being
a catastrophe

No apathy, gradually,
everything’s eventful
Recovered stamina
the beans so Senzu
Everything' we
let Loose!
Not forgetful, oh, oh!

Cracked floors
turn to trap doors
I'd stack more
if I rap more
You'd clap more
on the dance floor
What the hell
do you stand for

I toast butter
with my milk
Folks shutter
when I tilt
Their picturesque image
through the lens
of desires unfulfilled

I keeps it real...