My Dude

He aint my boyfriend-I said he my dude

I aint cuffin but we cuttin when we in the mood

you think you special cause he hit you up a time or two

I aint trippin Little do he know. He's One Of Two

I aint tracking niggas records I aint stressin boo

When im back around BET you get the boot and shoo

She couldnt fill me shoes

If she stole my feet

I'll murder that slut bitch

Not on this fucking beat

She saw that I was flyer-reminder If we meet

She a baby momma-Unappetizing treat

Im more like Creme Brulee-One of a kind to eat

He still aint go nowhere

She think she something sweet

He send her right back home

For Me He Trick and Treat

He Hit me on the phone

Like Lakers He 3 Peat

I more than work his bone

In battle I DEFEAT

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS -Lessi LYRICS

I never would imagine

These bitches cannot see

The Cross That They Bear

When They Fuck With Me

I got my shit together

They made me question that

I NEVER stabbed these bitches

BUT LET ME TURN MY BACK

I went through hell and back

But Aint Nobody There

It was like i was drowinin

And all they did was stare

That's how life really is

And So I die inside

But in my resurrection

WONT HESITATE TO RIDE

I dont got shit to hide

Fuck what they talkin bout

I Make Niggas Believe

She fill yo ass with Doubt

My shit is NOW authentic

Dont trip off shit but digits

THESE BITCHES TALK THEY ONLY TALK

ITS LIKE THEY SMALL AS MIDGETS

WHOEVER WANT IT GET IT

DONT START SHIT BUT I'LL END IT

THESE BITCHES FOUL

AND JUST LIKE CREDIT TOOK IT TO THE LIMIT

I storm out the door.

he don’t even care.

fights that turn disaster.

but i aint go nowhere.

hearts a bleeding sore.

at the sky i stare.

three sixty degrees.

how we get back here?

i love you so much.

the thought of it i cannot bear.

i see you way past done and its very clear.

though I gave my all i see the end is here

now im dead man walkin away without a fear.

respect is always first.

that’s what we failed to show.

I call you bitch ass nigga

you call me nasty hoe.

I put on my shoes.you go and block the doe (door)

Then i drop my clothes. and we hit the flo (floor).

I never want to leave. I never wanna goe.

You makes me cum so hard. Its like im dying slow.

It eats my shit right up. thats how i lose my ass.

I cant even sleep. this shit is really trash.

I never trust a bitch and i dont need a friend.

they do you in the worst. i know on me i can depend.

Im gettin older now. i’m really off the clubs.

sometimes i feel wound up.

I went TO eighths From dubs.

slowly addicted. soul is evicted.

don’t know anything guilty convicted.

lost in a place i cant identify.

these bitches hate on me

but i cant tell you why

I know if they run up

Committing suicide

I trust in God above

From truth you cannot hide

So All of their tresspasses

I gotta let um slide

I Know That Nigga Gone

Say Nothing. He Just Goe

And Just Like He Was Nike

He Just Do It Like A Pro

I Never Tell Him No

And Now Im All Alone

It's Heavy On My Mind So

Im Turnin Off My Phone

I Really Wanna Bone

I Really Need Respect

I Gotta Walk Away

SuperModel Alek Wek

Somehow He Disappears

Or He Was Never There

I Really Tried My Best

Its Like He Never Cared

They Say In Lovers Lives

One Always Loves One More

And Now That Love Is Lost

My Hearts An Aching Sore

Feel Dead Like In A Morgue

Stabbed With Lies Like Swords

Until I Met A Man

Who Said He'd Give Me More

Princessa - Akeem

Rose Petals On The Floor

staring back at contacts of blue

to thine own self be true.

as pale possesses power

sought by politicians for hours;

plotting on the towers

and money that is ours,

work hard and they devour

endings that leave you sour

dying like wilted flowers

THEY WANT US TO DIE

They want us to die

And slowly I do

Remembering life before

There was truth

Painless and easy

smiles that were real

I made no bets

somehow lost the deal

Healthcare: No love

Heartless souls in control

They’ll give you the shovel

And pray for your hole

Subconsciously digging

They want us to die

Subconsciously teaching us

Everything. lies.

They want us to die

Tobacco. george bush. overt sexuality.

Positive response to negative behavior

misguiding directions

illusions and lies.

Why do they want us to die?

It generates money and

helps dig the hole.

Its like hell on earth

God protect my soul

Cause im scared

and I need you

It seems i got lost

they want me to die

and to charge me the cost

Leaving nothing behind

but the pain of my mother

nothing behind to reflect how i loved her

What can i say about life

as it is?

They want me to die

and yet i still live.

Rewind

All The New Girls Get Old Quick

My pussy old news but it keep that New Fit

Im Eating all day! Errrbody get thick

booty fat from them injections

boy they really need to quit

Haters talk about me

but it doesnt make me sick

it makes me feel important

like i was the President

Im sippin on that Louis

Errbody get Bent

And then I give it up

like 40 days of lent

I'm shittin on these bitches

and its really got me spent

just like trickin niggas

in they pockets puttin dents

Ass Thickens Like The Plot

I Want My Ass To Thicken Like The Plot

Bitches Thirsty For My Nigga

See Them Vying For My Spot

I Keep It Cool But I Am Hot

Holdin My Head, Stayin Focused On

The Piss And The Pot

When Im Threatened

I Dont Let It Show

I Never Slip And

I Could Never Worry Bout A Hoe

My Baby Loves Me And I See

He May Talk To Other Bitches

But They Aint Replacing Me

Screw Yaself

You’re a pussy

screw ya self

burning bridges

bitches too

Tryna come around my way

you’re the pussy that you screw

wanna see me

what it do

know exactly where i’m at

you be fucking with them chickens

like your name was project pat

tryna keep my pockets fat

time to time they do get slim

i just hustle and stay focused

i stay up because of Him +

Gotta go out on a limb

but these niggas out here weak

wonder why when they yell Aye!

I dont ever look or speak.

haters try me but they fail

thinking my shit may be weak

they bring rain but i bring hail

now the bold has become meek

once was sunny outlook bleek

now those haters know my name

fucking with the wrong princessa

thinkin shit is like a game

thirsty bitches really lame

thirsty niggas are the same

i dug a hole for all of you

im so glad that you came.

Not Another Day

There wont be another day.

Its over.

What did it all mean to you?

What did it all mean?

When you left, were your hands dirty?

Or were they clean?

Were you living in his name

or into sin?

How much does it really matter

When it ends?

Nobody knows the truth

Im having faith

Try to run from the truth

You Cant Escape

Weddings And Deaths

Cold Killers And Even Rape

Destiny Fulfilled. What is your fate?

People will love but

then again they will hate

faking the funk like farts

use you like bait

Breaks my heart

Cant Break Me Down

But I Could Sigh

Sometimes i run away-

i'm gettin high

Avoid the pain I feel

i'm in the sky

Even tho what i do is wrong'

I see the light

Before i leave this earth

i'll make it right

The Dark Side

Does anyone else find it terribly interesting that popular artist like Lady Gaga, Kanye West and even Jay Z have started promoting imagery that demonic and overtly blasphemous? Kanye West posted an article on twitter that describes his new video for the song entitled Power.

According to Dave Itskoff of Artsbeat Blog "Mr. West raps [while] surrounded by female attendants who are partly or entirely nude; some kneel before him on all fours, others wear devil horns and still others are suspended upside down from the ceiling. The Sword of Damocles hangs precariously over Mr. West’s head, and behind him an unseen executioner is preparing to strike him with a blade." Jesus elevated his status; perhaps he is interested in what the devil could provide. People who believe Jesus is their savior would not promote themselves being worshipped or surrounded by people wearing devil horns.

I am no Saint, nor am I judging Kanye. I have simply taken note of the changes I have seen in the industry. Many artist do not thank Jesus as they once did. Many artist are celebrating the dark side. Lady Gaga's latest video is also questionable. I thought there would be a Spanish lover in a field but there was more darkness and few Alejandro's. Pushing the envelope is one thing. Blasphemy is another.

What is the motive of artist today who are promoting behavior similar to that of the characters in True Blood when they were taken over by evil and forced to act out sexually and demonically?

Sleep

He Was Sleepin On Me

Now He Cannot Sleep

Said He Gotta See Me

I Told Him To Count Sheep

Everything He Sow

He Know He's Gonna Reap

Now He's Saying Im The One

That He's Tryna Keep

Want Me But Im Gone

Emptiness Cuts Deep

Thought The Grass Was Greener

Wak Ass Hoes You Peep

She Wasnt What You Thought She Was

Guess Her Shit Was Weak

Now It Is Too Late For You

Hit The Snooze Im Sleep

FIRESTARTER

I had A Blue Umbrella

Under It We Stood

Plenty Space For Both Of Us

I Thought We Were Good

Tho The Weather Worsened

I Was Confident We Would Stand

He Seemed To Be Protected

And dry Unlike The Land;

But as the RAIN continued

He began to roar

And Lit my umbrella on Fire

Its Remnants On The Floor

I stood as WET as ever

Confused By What Was Done

I was left there soaking

And then there came the SUN

It DRIED Away The Rain

Now I Got It Made

And The Fire Starter

Is Now Looking For Shade

WAIT!

It was scorching hot in Woodland Hills. I was poolside in a metallic micro bikini when I heard laughter coming from the mouths of young children. A middle-eastern woman carrying a glass bowl of red colored fruits and water escorted her three children to the pool. They seemed to be ages three, five and eight. As soon as she was able to open the gate to the pool the three year-old little boy took off running and jumped in before anyone could stop him. The mother screamed wait. In a panic, she dropped her glass bowl, which shattered everywhere, and dove into the pool to rescue her life-saver free child. When she climbed out of the pool with the boy in her arms she seemed embarrassed. I had gathered most of the glass for her and told her Thank God he is alright. The child continued to laugh as though he had no clue he could not swim and would have easily died in the eight feet of water he jumped into. His mother was sobbing as she helped me finish cleaning up the spill. Afterward, she sat down and watched as her children swam. All three equipped with floatation equipment. Everything could change for any of us at any moment. Lets appreciate this moment.

BULLET PROOF

I Felt Bullet Proof. Then I Got Shot.

I Try To Keep My Cool But DAMN Dem Bullets Hot.

I Think That He Loves Me. What If He Loves Me Not?

Is He Really Into Her Will She Take My Spot?

He Told Me Not To Worry, His Heart Is In My Hand

When I Looked Inside My Palm I Could Barely Stand.

I Saw The Love He Had For Me, The One That Was For Life

And In My Palm There Was A Ring

HE WANTS ME AS HIS WIFE

Heold My Angel Disappeared

"But you do're gone,
And happiness is gone very far,
Towards dark backgrounds,
And life has unfolded,
Sad, monotonous and cruel,
Covered in scars and wounds,
And what I say one day,
Was not true,
Happiness is more
It is hidden behind huge dark clouds
Covering the sky with their menacing forms ...
Too many questions revolve around me
My life is guided by choices that are not mine ... "

I used to get high on his memory

Now I get high & he here with me

Love him so much-it is sickening

Goe So Good-treat him like a King

In exchange all of the Love he bring

Answer everytime that his celly ring

Warms my soul, makes me wanna sing

Pounds my Puss with his Ding a Ling

doesn't mean much, it don't mean a thing

Time flies by circles like a ring

Focus on the good while the good is there

As long as he's around I don't have a care

Past is done We Cant Take It Back

Love Dont End Baby Thats A Fact!

Let Shit Goe And It Came Right Back

Cuz I'm on my job, i dont EVER slack

I remember having the blues

I kept my fears inside

Wondering what Im gonna do

Pain too hard to hide

Trying to hold that shaky smile

Trying to keep tears in

Until they fill your body

And pour right out your skin

taking over everything, a wounded heart exposed

Tortured by the end result an open heart is closed

Sweat and tears and blood released

Its hard to give your all

weakened motivation

damage from the fall

Pick yourself back up

Clench your aching wounds

Love again my brother

you’ll see many moons.

Pain will be relieved

God will see you through

And everything that you believed

it will all come true.

Pointing Fingers

I tell a bitch she could be my personal assistant and see me all day!

She dont want it, but she start it, now she know i aint for play

Everything i did for her! i even went out of my way!

ungrateful ugly bitch, im tryna chill but you gon’ pay!

Burning Niggas. Taking shots, call me a hoe! i gotta say...

that is quite hilarious, considering you're a dirty lay!!!

ratchet rats attack, im bringing bats, grenade

im blowing up- get paid, still in His image Im made

morals in tact! Yours' aint

pointing fingers? Insane!

A darkened cloud with drops of rain; that's black like oil, hard like pain.

A poisoned meal so sweet unknown; but when discovered, a face of stone.

Black cats that cross you as you walk, eyes that follow, men that stalk.

Blood that pours down saddened faces

Guilty hands that leave NO traces

Broken hearts and karma taste this

Judging cowards remain faceless

Reap their souls cause they are baseless

Weak foundation, empty spaces

Losers murk and pull at pants of those that climb

above the stands.

Im on top; the upper hand

In Gods Grace is where i'll land.

Obesity: an artists' perspective.

She is growing bigger, wider, larger. Like a tampon dropped in water-she expands. Everything is swollen and uncomfortable. There are a bag of chips, a pack of jelly beans and a chocolate bar in front of her. Stuffing her face, one bite after another, while chewing, she puts more in her mouth. I assume her name is Gluttonia.

Everywhere she walks chickens follow her, roasted, fried and baked. Her clouds are made up of mashed potatoes. It rains gravy. She calls her friend Macaroni when she is having a bad day and needs some relief; she makes love to chocolate cheesecake with cherries. She bathes in whipping cream and washes in caramel.

I watch her. She sits up high, on top of the sweet and sour pork she once consumed that is now stored in her rear. I watch her laugh; bouncing, her body waves like the ocean.

She has a strong personality. I hear her speak her mind and I see her take action. Other people cannot see her because she is surrounded by food and they cannot see past that. They cannot see past all of her exterior. Miles of flesh, skin and meat.

Her heart is pumping, trying to get the blood to travel through those miles; it is a rough road for them. They are tired. Each drop of blood has a sad face on it. There is little room to breathe; they are constricted and constrained. Eventually their home will be closed off.

She inhales beef and cheese enchiladas with rice and beans. Washing it down with a diet coke she is unaware that tonight her body will close for business and her soul will abandon ship before sunrise. Her eyes are blurred by maple syrup, her ears plugged with milk duds. All she can feel is the food.

WhoYouLovinWhoYouWannaBeHuggin?

Who you lovin? Who you wanna be huggin?

I'm sicker than your average

all the dudes they be buggin.

I always get hit up cause they missin my lovin,

Im the one that get it hot! Got um checkin the oven.

All the bitches they be hatin

Yea you know they mean muggin

I wont frown and cause a wrinkle

Keep it pushin not tuggin.

Im so valley but I take my ass to the hood

I know some niggas round-the-way and they living good

I need a soldier like Beyonce understood?

Give him everything and more got that good good good good (chopped/screwed).

But are you gonna stick around,

Say you all about commitment are you really down?

Treat me like a Queen boy you know I want the crown

and Im a King you like In checkers baby put it down.

I trusted nigga’s in the past you know what i found?

That i heard it all before so i know the sound

all that bullshit coming straight outcho mouth

gotchu stinkin like manure in the rural south.

Baby are you gonna be wit it? Stick around you know you’re gonna get it

can’t let just anybody hit it/ all i need is just a commitment.

Baby are you gonna be wit it?

Are you gonna change when you hit it?

I swear I cant take it if you split it.

All I need, its like all I need is a commitment.

My Love Comes Without Conditions

I fell in love. It was incredible. It became awful and it ended, then it was mended. In the process, which I will spare you the grueling details, I learned that love cannot exist within boundaries. Rather, it survives like air, which cannot be contained and provide life simultaneously; in holding your breath you cut off your air supply hence your ability to love, in which case you die. My love was suffocated and ultimately suffered a torturous death.

Real Love Never Dies; and like Jesus mine was resurrected. I will love my first and only love forever. We went through so much together and learned so much about ourselves in the process. I accept people for who they are and not what I would like them to be. Controlling your partners behavior by limiting any activity they choose is not loving. Meeting new people and trying new things is what makes life great. Emotions and feelings often left me unable to control my anger in regards to his fading interest and growing interest in "new" things; interest waxes and wanes. People fixate on what's new and strive to collect but we always keep around what and who is important.

He is important to me and I to him. There are no conditions that will prevent me from being there for him. That's love. Forever.

Sadly racism still exist; interestingly, it has evolved. Still what’s changed is still the same. In the past, laws like affirmative action were put in place because blacks did not have access to powerful positions and were not being considered for well-paying jobs. White people were hiring white people and if they were to hire another race, black would be the last choice.

In Hollywood it is common practice to exclude blacks from advertising, limiting their access to jobs during the recession. Reporting racist remarks made by white celebrities has become popular and calling movies staring black actors “black films” rather than a movie like any other movie only adds to the division of equality. Is a movie staring white people a “white-film”?

Children are sponges that absorb information from their surroundings. When I was in fourth grade an eight year-old kid said to me, “At least I’m not black,” as though being “black” was the worst thing you could be. Unfortunately, I hit the kid in the face and was suspended from the playground-not from school. He was not punished; therefore, what he did was okay and my physical response was punishable.

For adults to teach their children to discriminate against and treat certain groups differently is abusive and puts our children at a disadvantage. The world was not made for one singe group and factually we are all born equal. It is heart-breaking to know that generation after generation young black girls are feeling ugly and it is being drilled into their heads one movie and racist incident at a time.

It is incredibly disheartening that in a magazine that rarely to never features black women would find it necessary to ask John Mayer about his take on black women. Why did they fail to mention Asian or Latina women? In many cases black women seem to be the target of attack. John Mayers’ response and the media’s obsession with reporting it, demonstrates America’s fascination with uplifting whites and degrading blacks.

John associated himself with white supremacist, whom mercilessly killed and raped black women; they also killed black men and children when they burned down their homes for no reason other than the skin color they were born with. Not to mention the fact that black people were forced to come here in unimaginable conditions. Black people are not here by choice! Africans did not come voluntarily. Generation after generation black people have been used, abused and unable, for the most part, to establish themselves as a larger whole.

Poverty is passed down, education is unequal, and your self-esteem is constantly under attack when you’re black. It is difficult to live for any human being, let alone with the added pressure of people consistently downing you about something you cannot change. Once you are born black you are black. Love it because it is great. Despise the media for misleading you to believe otherwise. Pray for those who are ignorant and will continue to hurt others feelings and body. Know that Jesus suffered and in suffering you are closer to him.

Reality really bites and it's vicious like Bishop. Wanna be a different person, switch my cards like it's a mishap. Everyday I make mistakes and think about it through the night. I cant sleep and ain't eat so to live is like a fight. I pray that God show me the light. I know that he could make it right, cause it wont be long til I'm a goner-outta sight. Coughing, choking, passing OG mucus living in my lungs; will it become a tumor say goodbye is what I sung? I often think about the past and wonder how it could've lasted. I wish that I could just get blasted but I have feelings couldn't mask it. Same shit but different day, upset cause I cant find my way. Who are my friends? I couldn't say, cause i've been wrong before today. My nigga pushed me to the side like i was veggies on his plate, then come back around like Colli Buds and I'ma wait? This worlds a crazy place but i cant say i wanna stop. People die here everyday and all I thought about was cock. I guess life was never easy, though most, they got it worse. It don't make me feel no better; like we're living but we're cursed. I sit back and take a breath, look up and see ahead. There are more important things like My Savior's daily bread!!!