Gold Diggin

Of half ass effort
From half ass niggas
Who wanna whole ass fuck
With half ass figures

You right
Go’head n say it
She’s a gold digger
That’s fine, i’ll claim it
I don’t want a broke nigga.

Im not worried about your stash
Or what your last statement read
I wanna know
how you manage under pressure
How you cope
How you plan to get ahead

It’s not about the clothes or the shit you buy
It’s about the means to your ends
What you do just to get by
What you justify
What’s just a little lie
What do you compromise

Do you sell your soul
Do you drop your values
To get what you want
Are you a hoe?
Do you tell lies to dive into pink seas
Are you shallow?
Is sea as a metaphor for pussy too deep?

My bad, i’ll break down the pannies, see
Pussy is life
Like a body of water
Where the bottom exists
But it’s rarely reached
Its affects are healing
And tastes a lil salty

Whole ass men swim in the sea
Dont mind the waves
Dont fret the storms
And don’t fear drowning
Captains manning ships to sail free
Thats another metaphor
hard wood in the pink sea
with white sails blowing

Broke men wont get it
Pirates, just out for booty
They’ll sail your seas
All for buried treasure
And when you tide out
They find the X
Start shoveling that shallow bed of sand
Up to their ass in the ground

Gold Diggin.
Like half ass men.


Lemme be clear

I am Jordan
She Scottie Pippen

I take shots
She rebound after I miss em

She wanna get in it but
I get it in

And She plays your cards
Cuz I deal em

She might even listen to the Roots
but baby I feel em

She’s the cut out
I’m the stencil

She draws your attention
I’m the pencil

She settle
I’m down for you

She is the second and
I am the first

Cuz she can shower you with love
But only I quench your thirst

The Movement

I’ve lost my passion for the movement.
I care about people dying and their families but the rest of it,
the hashtags, the protests, the social media statuses,
the “black-outs”, the retaliation, the angry open letters, the tweets,
the town halls and the department of justice reports.
I’m over it.

Thank for noticing now
and showing of up for the conversation but there’s only so much talking I can listen to. My story has been written this way since 1982.
Detroit West side, Joy Road and Wyoming, 6 Mile and Grandville, Schoolcraft and Prevost
has been catching bodies to oppression and subjugation.
It’s been us, it’s been them, it’s been 5-0. It’s nothing new.

We’ve been avoiding Dearborn, Livonia, Howell, Brighton, Birmingham, all of the Heights and pretty much all of Macomb County most of our lives.
We’ve been surviving.
Ya’ll talking bout change but nothing has but we still surviving.
We still getting followed in Farmington Hills.
We still pulled over in Livonia and still driving around Dearborn for fear of outstanding warrants because even when we don’t die
we are taxed like we got it
because they know we don’t
so we’re jailed like delinquents for petty crimes
that many can call lawyers to handle
but they know we won’t.

We go thru systems that tarnish our names.
We’re left with city, county and state fees to bury our credibility.
Then it’s new niggas in the suburbs who have the resources to lift the community
but they don’t fuck with us for reasons…. RESPECTABILITY.
Acting brand new like they bout the community.
No you about brunches with Dan Gilbert and Hillary.
I’m not knocking your hustle everybody eat,
but hear what I said EVERY-BODY.

So when you see someone ignorant, hungry and homeless
stop assuming they are lost, lazy and weak.
We are struggling against a system that made sure we were undereducated, underfed and lacking opportunity.
Stop looking down at us with your education privilege,
stop being bougie.

We don’t want your stacks.
We want the hand, the ladder the rope out the barrel,
giving people lessons on walking not crutches is how you give back.
We don’t need the meal, teach the hungry how to fish.
We ain’t looking for pity or sympathy
we want out of the struggle, bitch.

We know how to survive, we know how to eat. Mary, all we really want is to be happy.
So thank you for the reposts, hashtags and tweets
but that’s not a movement that’s your social identity.

Real shit is live,
Real shit is out in the streets.
Real shit is on the block.
Real shit is right now.
Real shit ain’t them or us,
real shit is WE.

I’m not suggesting that you stop posting, please pop off them tweets but make sure when you put it out there that you’re saying what you mean. Be bout it.

Word to Percy.

All Spice

See I was wit a nigga who wanted to mute me
Silence me
Keep me quiet
Blur my identity

I was too loud, too strong, too black, too big
and too comfortable being who I was
I needed to be muddled
reminded to be a lady
corrected in my steps
I couldn’t make dirty jokes
Poke fun at his mistakes
Own my past OR
Acknowledge my failures 

He was stuck in shame
Male Fragility
So, I had to join him
I had to walk under his cloud of insecurity
My happy face couldn’t brighten his day
I had to live in his sadness
He kept holding me standards he’d never even meet
I was too much of me but never enough of what I should be

I tried to run the mile
Jump the wall
Dot the I’s
And cross the T’s
But I was never really good at editing
I was RAW, AUTHENTIC, ORIGINAL, exactly who I wanted to be.
I only knew how to live by my passions
Not by the rules of regurgitated copies.
So, I had to leave.

I could no longer compromise the salt of who I was
For the way he tried to season me
I could only live like spice that comes with good things
See I’m like garlic, ginger, turmeric and chillis
I will burn your tongue
Strike your senses
AND heal your body

I am not bread to be dipped in oil
or spread with butter
I am not white, starchy or bland
I am cinnamon, cloves, vanilla, and nutmeg
I am the all spice you add to your pie
because without me
you’re just apples, butter and crusty
and that’s pretty fucking lame

So stop diluting my flavor with watered down expectations
My nigga, I am not flour, yeast and eggs

Bad habits die, hard.

It was all fun, the drinking, the sex and the smoking after sex but I also had 2 cars repossessed, a horrible relationship with my Mother, evicted several times, no savings, and horrible mental issues because I lost balance.

White People, Melanin & Skin Cancer #PettyPatty

He began to tell me that Black people are in the "dark" about their susceptibility to skin cancer caused by UVA and UVB rays. He said many Black people think they don't need to use sunscreen and this puts them at greater risk for skin cancer. I assured him that Dr. Phil was probably not the best source of information for medical studies on melanin rich skin.