No name poem…

We listen we learn, we burn

We expect to accept but from who…

What’s friends? Certainly not you!

You talked but never walked the talk 

Fake!

Oh the fakeness just reeks coming from your pores

You’re an undercover whore 

An attention grieving slore

Wanting more and more

Never did understand and comprehend from whats real nor fake

Perfect example…..

YOU

You leave me no choice, you allowed your self to

Become the person you said you would never be

The person who allowed themselves to forever 

FLEE

From their problems, never resolving 

Thinking the world is after you, we’re beneath your shoes?

You’re better than us thought there was trust

But was broken by lust

And thus I shall say but this is the end you have no friends 

GQ RAH

New music from up and coming Brooklyn artist GQ Rah!

Hear him out, from what I heard he has a lot to say!

Tennies Freestyling

A lil something I did off of lil Bs like Killah beat.

Be smart pick up your pants!

This is a little something I found on the Be Positive Campaign blog, I thought it might at least have u think twice about sagging your pants! Oh yea and it’s VERY unattractive!

Mutual Sex

Broken, torn, heart ache, worn
Phone call away
Wats up Wat u doin
Nothing… Bored is the invitation
Be there in a half no hesitation
It’s a mutual sex relation
I love him dearly like a pair of shoes
Sex is even better when it involves booze
First we were a lil shaky
Didn’t think it would work out
Having sex with a friend sure we’d have a fallout
Thought we went the wrong route
But it was amazing
A mutual sex relation
Feelings…
To be continued….

Forced

Lost would’ve never thought 

A person of his demeanor 

Would even try to get caught

Up in such nonsense 

His name I would never pronounce it

Shit was so scary

Just laid there couldn’t scream

Somehow I blame me

If I never went there and made it seem as though he didn’t want me

It takes 2 to tango

But this time I didn’t wanna dance

This grown ass man

U would’ve thought he knew the difference of pleasure and pain

Get off me 

Didn’t budge 

6’5 to 5’1 couldn’t run

Kept pushing but no budge chemistry? 

There’s no love here 

Pure hate u would’ve thought it was fate 

So fake 

Never asked all he did was take

Broken heart tears never came

I can’t hear myself think

Shit is killing me inside

Just wanna hide 

I never was ready for that ride

Roller coaster emotional full frontal

Everybody wants to know

Of who they should go for

But I don’t wanna say 

Because somehow I feel like I’m the one to blame…

 

Art in the hood =)

First there was the garden now the art! Well Astoria couldn’t welcome new people or guest any better than them coming towards the hood and seeing these paintings. It actually makes them think… “Hey they do have hearts there”! Now if only the people in the hood would get their shit together, and stop hating on each other… We’ll all live happily ever after! LOL like that’s ever going to happen =/