Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls

Today, you are about to witness the deal of a lifetime

For only a small fee

You can live the rest of your life in luxury

Pound for pound you'll be rich beyond your wildest dreams...

But, this is a once in a lifetime offer you honestly can't refuse...

I'm fact, you won't...

Your check books aren't balanced enough to outweigh pros and cons on how

loans are interesting smack downs

Breaking your financial backbone by

trading time pieces for dime pieces

So I won't accept

Pennies for thoughts

I want those dollas that make you Holla

To me, You're all just walking pesos

Get it?

you're just walkin pay so

You can't back out of this business transaction

You're opinion is worth nothing to me

just another zero added on my paycheck at the end of the month

But its all just business

I already have teachers working

Physically and financially taxing minds

Cuz it's dangerous when they wander

Thinking they can skip out on payment

Thinking they can get a direct answer on why they have to pay me

But

They didn't sign up for a direct answers

Just direct deposits straight out of my

Mint

I scream these chilling facts through hand-me-down lessons from my school of hard knocks

Lesson one is money ain't the root of all evil...

It's just the fruit

The roots are you wanting more than what you used too

Lesson two:

if you not making dollars

Youre not making sense

Lesson three:

The only way to make change in this world

Is to make change

Otherwise your pockets are going to be rifled

So you better call All-State!

You life ain't in good hands no more

It's about time you get out of that candy land

And play a real man's game of monopoly

I don't play with my money

So I play with yours...

My prices make you jump way off the boardwalk and land in debt for an education

Free ain't in my dictionary

It's not feeding my wallet real green

Just reprocessed packets of greed

See you undeveloped seeds need

Something to feed you

hung up on debt flavored  gin and juice nooses over a pool of unpaid Interest

Cuz the bank went on to refuse you

So you let the war on wage rage on

bugging on these taxes like they radioactive,

So you gotta spray the raid on... "

Dreams are risky

My ex Sallie Mae had a dream to be a stock broker

But quickly saw that the stock choked her

And chocked her

And choked her

Until finally the stock broke her

Grabbing at hefty pockets

Full of false profits

Gifted by false prophets

She didn't know that you needed the funds to even start

If you're married to the money

You took the vow "till debt to you part"

And that's where I come in

Im known as a grave robber

Hiding in the deepest recesses of a man's wallet

Holding cash cadavers racked up in rubber bands

I want it all

Time

Effort

Everything

I

Am the one they always ask for

I...

Am attention

And if you pay me...

You'll be rich beyond your worst dreams

But this is a once in a lifetime offer...

You won't refuse

So pay... Attention

Love is something that's different for everyone...

Love is the feeling you get when you get the answers to homework from your best friend that lowkey didn't do the homework either and you must need wondering to turn in so you ask them and they say "yeah I got it, do you want to copy?" without you asking and you just look at them live they are done type of savior...

Love is biting into ice cream without wincin

Because you're not afraid to go headfirst into something and sometimes experience pain...

Love is making origami cups

Because it's always simple to say you know how it works

But hard to actually make it and then make it work

Love is tying your shoes just thought enough where they can never let you go but still be able to have enough breathing space to move around

Love is like stepping on a Lego...

Dangerous and should be treated carefully

Love is looking into her eyes and seeing nothing...

Because you don't have to see that you're already with your soul mate

Love is... Torture

Scratch marks on backs and bruises on necks are the battle scars if s true warrior of love

Love is like a paradox...

You love them but also... Hate them

Love is like math...

I failed math...

But it's not that I didn't have the answers...

I must didn't know the questions

Love is mysterious

Bow and arrow... In the trash

Love is...

Aiming a love bazooka right at your face point blank...

Love is knowing you'd take that hit for your loved one Np matter how much of your face is left from the explosion

Love is... The reason you are alive...

Because think about it, when was the last time you ever said "boy, I really hate breathing... Let me stop for a few days"

Love is implied... Likr when you say "boy, I really do love breathing"

You know you really don't have to say that all the time, but once in a while is nice also

Love is the reason I am up

Love is the reason I get up in the morning and go to bed at night

Because sleep is love too!

Love is true

I love... You

What if there weren't any restraints on color?

Just people walking day to day

Unaware that the melanin in their skin

Was a deterrent to the law

Police don't like mixing colors because theyll bleed through eventually

They always bleed through, eventually

Leaving separate but equal laws with the other two-fifths of our opinions

Their favorite colors

Are the fifty shades of violence

Our pain, their pleasure

The climax of it all is to wipe us out of history

And it's already happening

Remember how they tried to white out

Rodney king with police brutality?

How tre'van Martin was shot

Out of the picture because he wanted a little color in his life?

Young metro said he trusted him

But bullets were already bombarding the boys body

Red skittles leak filling in chalk outlines

Graffiti of mangled bodies litter the ground like graveyards

Life splattered out

In a vile hue-

Man, art is heartless

Can't you see?

We've been framed

Innocent people are getting painted in the wrong light

There the only portraits of blacks

Wanted

Segregation stemmed back to

How we organized our pencil boxes

Dark colors one side

Light on the other

Black and white contrast each other

Opposite sides of the spectrum

Clashing in a wide array of violence

And you can go back even further

Back in the day

If you asked a slave what color they

Used to define their history

They would tell you they used what they saw the most...

Red white and blue

Patriotic to the untrained ear

But every word I stitch in this poetic quilt

Has an underlying meaning

Like the rainbow/poetic veins that bleed life on the page

picturing the pains of everyday turmoil

Sweating

Crying

Bleeding

Red

The blood of millions of slaves

Beaten out of them

Whips at the tips of tongues

Stinging words crack at the black of their backs

Sticks and stones could break your bones

And words will finish the job

Never able to defend themselves for fear of the

White

Cotton plants

Were the only things black people could pick

Not their environment

Their friends

Their lives

They were chained conveyor belts

If one came out of line

It was over with

It turned out that

Slaves couldn't be beaten black

So they were beaten black

ripe for the picking

strange fruits swing in the wind

turning a sickly shade of

Blue

Bruises upon bruises

Swollen ankles and callused hands

Were all they had to show for indentured service...

Looking up to an endless sky

They envied it

In was the strongest symbol of

"freedom"

Maybe one day

They can be as vast as the open sky

All these aspects couldn't fill in

Skin that has succumbed the actions of people who threw shade at them

From outside the contours

Their lives were just page after page of

The same blunt trauma for so long

Bones snap like color pencils

Under pressure of constant abuse

Self esteem torn down for fear of them being raised up

I wonder if they ever had enough?!

I wonder how many children were brave enough

To step out of their box and try something new

To rewrite this script of discrimination

So everyone had a speaking part

What if...

There wasn't any restraints on color choice?

Maybe we can start coloring outside the lines

Or use whatever shade of culture you want to use

And maybe that big picture of

Every race holding hands in harmony

That was colored perfectly!

Not with just with the white shade

Or the night shade

Because there is no one right shade

It might be a little rough around the edges

But we all get the idea

it will bring color

To the black and white world

We live in now

I wrote this poem for the girl in the audience who made my heart skip every beat like it was tone death

You're like the next song on a Playlist when you hit shuffle

you don't know what it is...

but you know it's gonna be lit

Like a seven day Orchestra

You have me all week

As you can see I'm kind of a music fan...

But I'm also a fan of metaphors

I want to play your lips like smooth jazz at midnight

Wrap my arms around your waist

And dance to the rhythm of our two heartbeats

Our lives, will be a Symphony played by two

Then ill pick your head up and look into your eyes the same way that children look down into an abyss

Scared

But curious

I have no idea what lies at the bottom

But my curiosity committed suicide because I'm dying to know more about you

I'm going to talk to you

Even after this poem

I'll search for the right words to say to lighten up your day

To make you laugh

Ill try anything to make you smile

The same smile...

That would make aphrodite jealous

Your beauty

Could start world wars

Your voice...

Must be a government secret because I haven't heard a word from you yet

But for you

Ill give father time the retirement he so rightfully deserves.

What I mean by that is that if i had all the time in the world,

I'll gladly spend it all with you

Because I can piece you together

You see, were like a jigsaw puzzle

We haven't started it yet

You can't figure me out unless you see the cover

And I've lost it to so others who thought they could solve me by just smashing pieces together

Creating fakes to replace them

So now my heart trembles

I've fashioned wings for my heart to fly away from pain

But baby, you make the wax of my beating heart project melt

And now I feel like icarus

I've fallen hard for you

You...

remind me of a fossil

Because I've been searching for you all my life

I want to study every part of you all day long

I will brush any misconceptions you have about yourself

Because you tell me more about me then I can to you

like the rubix cube

When it first came out

I want to be the first one to solve you

To put all the pieces in their right places

Because this world is already pretty perplexing without knowing the solutions

I will be here for you until the sun is burnt out

The stars all mash together in holy matrimony

Scared of the nuclear fission its created

But before I react

I have to act

So when I walk off this stage

And walk up to you

I'll tell you the words I missed in the beginning

I'll look you in those curious eyes

Hold out my hand, smiling awkwardly

And just say hi...

I wrote you a poem...

I have a friend...

And he's... Scared

He wanted to come up to speak

But he knows that the crowd is packing heat

Aiming sights at his head

Ready to shoot blanks

Tearing away his self esteem

Because the heat is people staring

Eyes aiming sights at his head

Ready to shoot blank

Staring away his self esteem

Or what's left of it

How can you trust something you've never had

Young metro don't trust it

And he already has bullets flying at heads

I'm sorry.

He's nervous.

The kind of nervous that makes your heart drop like hot beats

He's so nervous he can't speak.

Words backed up in his word factory

choking on no's 

That haven't been used in years

From questions that couldve saved him from silent prisons he put himself in

I had a friend...

And his name was an anxiety disorder

He died in that prison a long time ago

They set him free but he always thought one second too late to react to release himself

This is a quick write about my YouTube channel

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Search it on bars

The same ones that channel

Through my system sister

I'll be doing a quick write everyday for the month of july

I don't lie

Not that type of guy

All my poems going up there as well. Along with others who ready to sail

With me on a journey for more success through poetry

Remember!

MoetDaPoet

You already know it!

So me and my friend Jesus

Yes, that jesus

Were talking the other day

And he was working on another one of his miracles

I asked him

"hey bro, I know you're the son of God and all,

But I don't see how you fed a whole village with a loaf a bread and a fish.

Like...

Did everyone get a molecule,

Or was it like... A really big fish and pita bread?"

And he was like

"duuuude"

Because that's how Jesus sounds in my head

But he was like

"duuuude, it's the nature of a miracle"

And since I'm really inquisitive, I asked him,

"What about you walking on water...

Was it shallow?

Because I don't know what they did in biblical times, but I believe buoyancy

Was still in effect back then... "

And Jesus said

"I dropped a piece of paper with this fly honeys and it floated away from me so I just walked right out there...

it was funny to just watch all the old ladies gasping 'it's a miracle' and I just said in my head 'no, it's an accident'"

Then I asked him about the resurrection

"you have to at least tell me how you came back to life, man...

Was there like, a switch or something?

Or maybe there was a stunt double?

Yeah, you promised to pay someone 35 silver coins to let you out of that cave... But then someone paid him 36 and he ratted you out... "

I guess I hit the Judas nerve

"come on bro, I've done all these things and I have documented proof. Don't you believe in me? "

And that's when things got awkward...

Because that question has been hidden in between the lines of my textbooks all my life

Matthew 8:26 states

"O ye of little faith, why are you afraid?"

If jesus knows all

Then he should know the fear that eats me

Every day of my existence

My question burning

Like hellfire in the back of my mind

I ask jesus

"what happens after it all?

Faith to me

Is like grabbing water in the palm of your hand

Feeling the force but never grasping the concept of it all

I've been force fed so many deep fried opinions of the same thing

That I can't believe it's not butter"

And he says

"but it's not butter... "

And that's when my mind...

Was blown...

I questioned my whole life at that very moment

Are lucky charms really magically delicious?

Did Nike really just do it? Or was it someone else tipping the scales?

And why Jesus gotta interrupt my sugar filled rant

He asked me why I have all these questions all of a sudden

And I smacked him...

With the truth, people... Calm down...

You would think that Christianity would get their facts straight

With so many different branches in it

I would think that it's the same tree they hung people on for not believing in the info in each pamphlet they pass out on Sunday mornings

Jesus, you of all people have so many names

It's hard to tell if you don't have multiple personalities

I know religion

Thrives off of confusion

Taking in the unweary

And lifting up their insecurities

To make sure that

You're either Christian

Or wrong...

So Don't tell me that you are the only choice

Because I'm not convinced faith can move mountains

But I've seen what it can do to skyscrapers

Just go with it

Flow with it

Flow quicker then a lambo car

I said flow stick with ya

Like a tick in tar

I meant my flow burn brighter then a proton star

I am not an alcoholic but I got these bars

Just go with it

Flow with it

I'm a retired mechanic with the words

I see old tools

These words are dangerous to take in

It's like I'm CO2

The sky isn't the limit anymore.

I'm breaking a whole through this no-zone

burning a hole through this ozone

My body's buzzing, built with music in me

My melanin is a beautiful skin tone

I'm spitting the realest

The illest

So fresh

Can't seal it

Can't feel it

Words cut deep

Can't heal it

I'm here because I knew something

So do something

I'm a force with the farce like I grew something

I'm the main dealer of this poetry

They won't be passing Lil herb no more

People stopped smoking weed and got high off me

I hit harder

Been smarter

Outta public school

No charters

San Diego

No chargers

Your energy on E

No chargers

She paid her dues

But still charge her

She all over the place

Get a map to chart her

As you can see

My message sting like a bumble bee

Float off the tongue.

You might as well call me the next Muhammad Ali

Cuz I got the flow and the punch line

Get it?

Muhammad Ali, with the flow and the punch line

You tryna say I'm whack because you can't rhyme

I'm off the subject

I'm done schooling you dudes

I'm an animal in the art of spoken word.

I can't even say yall full feasts

Something more like fast food

First day on the job

And you know I'ma wreck it

I'm not all about bank

No cash, no credit

But I'm all about the paper

No cash, you can check it

This is already hot

it's not even July second

But now i think I broke the ice

This next part will take a second

Or a minute, or an hour

Electric companies don't know that my time is power

This internal clock is constantly ticking

While this generation is living behind screens constantly clicking

Their lives away

What does a random piece of technology convey

Now a days it just usual to tap away when you're left with nothing to say

Aye

Now I see why I see kids always pulling out their techs

Aim them at your chest

Pull on power button and you stare at it

Hoping for the best

But he didn't have enough data

So whatever he repping it didnt even matter

Headlines hit him with a headshot

Like his mind didn't matter

But they downloaded his personality

So it's mind over matter

Even God had his plans foiled

If you can believe

That crooked old snake have the wrong apple to eve

But you know how we learned to succeed

We had get off the program of MTV to enjoy the free channel called reality

Anyways

That's my topic of the day

Don't know what else to say

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