Pipe Dreams

Sleep was an occasional lover
Because In his life he needed one other
Another essential
A thing to keep him still.
“Nothing brings rest, like Mary will”

Not working out until he can’t stand
Not Lisa Ann with strangers hand
No babbling brook or creek could match
The taste of smoked sour leaves
Cut from bushy deisel trees

And though night snaps should be prince like
With purp raining down upon his psych
The priority that he held most high
Was the aroma of perfect dank
The every so lovely skunky stank

The new bright glow of leafy greens
Fit for even Victorian Queens
And crystals on the tiny tips
shaded by bright orange hairs
Showed it would give his mindset airs

The lonely stoner shuts off the light
and says to this world good night
Hoping the dark wont bring nightmares
That he knows so well
That feel like hell

Then, as he begins to dream
Of being on some champion team
The dark begins to overwhelm
An hated intrusion
Set to ruin the perfect illusion

As victory morphs into defeat
And his mind is sent to cubicle street
The champ that the world once knew
Is sentenced to filing papers
Instead of rolling up papers

Failure turns to his eternal trend
Beyond the point where men could mend
His fate was sealed
No chance to create something new
And there was nothing he could do

Then the grim terror begins to reach
Points that no thinking should breech
“What If’s?” that will break the brain
Thoughts that can turn the mind of a man
Into a sizzling egg on a frying pan

At one point it becomes too much
And before thoughts turn his mind to mush
His mind begins to shake him wake
Before he loses track of the real
And his sanity is no more than a breakfast meal

Call Me "Prince"

Read my words straight off your screen
You won't hear just what i mean,
Though definitions you may know
Of these many words I chose
In the poems that I show
And speak loud over prose.

Its the rhythm to my rhyme,
My cadence and my perfect time,
That really speak to the heart
Of the wisdom I impart
Through these letters on this page
And these sounds on this stage

My heart aches like no other
Worse than separation from a lover
Cause men were forced to live in chains
Despite intellect and human brains
And Whips cracked their backs like thunder
As their human rights were cast asunder

My chest beats strong like a drum,
And these solemn hymns I hum
Were by gospel choirs sung
When those country niggas were hung
High up by the leaves of tress,
Of the georgias, the Mississippis.

And a few years later, like mr X
Our King was killed in Memphis
Leaving no prince for his rank on lincoln steps
To fight for whats right, curing injustice
He led us towards the mountaintop without waiting
But for preaching his dream, there was assassinating

Even now my people still are oppressed,
From our burden, we get no rest.
Seems every morning the sun has risen
Another blood wakes up in prison
Victims of a "war" unjust
A war on blacks, not angel dust

See, our "drug war" isn't colorblind
Look up the facts, you'll surely find
Laws painted with colorful bias
And while in the ghettos this is a crisis
In the burbs its hardly a footnote
So i publicize it, through these words type wrote

Bust still, through our trials
Through our fight
Through our struggle
We flex our might

We fought to be reborn
like the Phoenix
Even though this country's torn
By our Double Helix
We're like a lotus flow3r
blooming into our role
To give the US of A
A little color and soul

The pain behind my history
Never was a mystery
Its been in books for years it seems
And still haunts some Negro's dreams
Yet some brothas still don't know
Why "Roots" was a classic show

Enter me, to claim the throne martin left
And sweep the streets that must be swept
I scribe my thoughts as I do best
Hoping to give my people rest
Rest from pain, heartbreak, and tragedy
Finally free to truly be

Its time for a new purple reign
To rule over this domain,
And provide to some education
On the Black story in our nation,
So I'm here to cure the ignorance
I am no King, but call me "Prince"

The Smoke Out

"The Smoke Out"

Start the fire
and Pack the Green
Cue the choir,
Lets get higher
And whats life mean?

Passing time
and Sharing stories.
We're anti-crime,
but still burn dimes
And relive glories.

Rejoined again
Are friends that were.
they bond like kin,
their separation
but a blur.

Strangers may grow
bonds strong like vines
So though they go
with a nod they know
they both burn pines.

Medicine for some
For others, mere play
safer than rum
and better than gum
for the rainy day

the bowl will cash
the fire will die
but through the ash
and burned up hash
our lives stay high

This invention could change the future of procreation

Lollipops are sexy. Here is an example:



Historically, lollipops have been used in posters, porn, and pictures of sexiness, probably. It is generally accepted that lollipops are sexy.

Commercials would like us to believe that people who chew gum and buy mints have irresistibly fresh breath and that the world will rush to make out with them. Here is an example:



Now, imagine the profit that could be made by COMBINING THE TWO. You would look sexy and simultaneously be freshening your breath. You're preparing to make out while attracting the person you want to make out with.

They would sell like hot cakes. They could be marketed as instant sex appeal for girls and fruity guys. And they would taste fantastic

The only problem with this invention is that it would make every girl in the world irresistibly sexy, so everyone would do it more and STDs would spread faster and the birth-rate would increase and this already overpopulated world would overflow with people.