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If you biracial you got two sides of the flip coin spending change trying to connect to dots where lines are blurred out count it up count it peace steel fixing plates like plastic cups we love you more than you know spill drinks on wet floors nobody goes slipping like Dj scratches Open holes or black & white maybe black claiming one side only means you like day or night fixing plates like platic cups we buts I need consideration no patience my father black no racist my mother white great occupation count it up count it count it up count it I be inheritence millionaires no cares poverty line first come first serve get it hot like noodle soup I be the black mole or white snow count it up count it Bank Donate to CashApp: $outspokenpoetry

I don't want to be the Man I just want to own the building he live he live in Dollars with my faces on them living to pay strippers to slide my poles damn we living broke but I chase the dollar life MO'MONEY MO'MONEY MORE us currency got me death upon reaping my soul I saw Whose to marking whose marking Whose to marking them bills whose to marking whose to marking them Whose to making those thrills I met a old man begging for change saying spend while you got it bruh nothing will change So I press own dropping cents till he nodded go on so I met another who believe nothing better than a fast thrill saying I be 24/7 open holes forreal pay me a toll I'll let you stick for free longer your wallet got greens I aint talking soul food don't be a fool when the money gets you spend while you gotta bruh be a provider women need finance...

Black Birth 4/1/2018 what happen to black tombs layed death upon whispers where's the elephant in area decayed by chaos communition so loud your eardrum bleeds the red eye today we learn no exits no turns no words this neighborhood was a graveyard for black births the Nigga in me and the Devil I was cursed to live parrelal to poverty slumbs I seen plenty kills I did many lives taken faster than sound blink twice .1 seconds bullet hit me You see stop dreaming of Honey,syrup, and bread the American Dream its dead I could remember the first day I got rob face down close eyes no peeking I'll light you up like 4 of july I scream black birth dont sigh.. sounds twist recoil deep down I got out open to my hands red quenching my chest I gave hate the nigga in me grab my dad gun the devil followed me see black on black is just a empty shell for remington wont remember that body fallin naaww naaw so stop dreaming dreams are illegal in this ghettoe born black birth from that blac...

Industry 4/3/2018 National Poetry Motnh Man its hard to gain I struggle to live into this chess game the industry betrayed you for your rights fuck me in the ass and drug my life outside I would be hard nigga in me say get'em hit'em Play me and you'll be hurt I didnt sell my soul now I need to survive they would roll over on you just to survive play you and dress you clown put video vixens that already been dug out the industry killing us poetics giving 50 and a dollar back I lost creativity trying to achieve I love a foot going for inches in this indutry so watch out before you sign your life away cause the new contract would be the devils sacrifice the industry way...

National Poetry Month 4/5/2018 I love a woman once she did seem too hard to believe like once she wore only perfume lingering was her aroma I thought me and her were inseparable little than I know she was too fragil to ever be two I sweet talk her call her sweet names brought her bundles and when she be sick I'll buy her meds like today me and her almost kiss but yet my forehead was touch I needed her more than ever cause today she relax me & my anger moody ways I wanted her dinner she gave me the combo side of her thigh me was her husband she my wife we wasin't on some next life time type shit today the present she my mine so I dig her like a shovel into the grave yard type shit and when we were woke from my consciousness so much till it was ravhishing dress and mostly contiguous the way her hips sway lips red fro the dixi cups we ate this could be real so dont press this condition take my legs and back rub my back too if this too much we still can be cool

Borrowed Time 4/10/2018 If we lose a second better use it before its time when Angels come we wont last trumpets sound our retreat every soldier move your feet bullets passing by I always think of borrowed time we cant waste time sand glass drain grains of sand just imagine our good days like refugees ruining from diseases people with different love but one spirit hate rules the world so livid now we see it Batman a vigilante superman kills peeps spider-man a creep wonder-woman is clay now hoping us villains cant stay so provoke now choke cause borrowed time is gone

Robert Williams 4/12/2018 I wrote her a letter using every letter in the alphabet including all vows,nouns, and verbs promising her my body,spirit,and mind till my gloomy cold demise fishing for sweet nothings so many tears so many tears I cried... Love is like using all the ink in a pen but still I write evening comes upon night falls I sit by a lonely window seeking the mailman hoping out my chair when its morning again peeking outside hoping my letter is in his hand I wrote her a letter of gratitude annoying when we agrue cause agrue turn to are you okay with me how bout us can we settle like I still tried laughing...sorry I laugh I know its silly but I laid in the same bed for years do you really I mean really know a woman warmth felt it so deep in the pit of hell and still you bring her water to drink do you! know that everyday you spend with her is the last day you spend with her in the present day tell me have you felt thaat despair knowing what takes her will be the c...