Sip On It.

Hungry for it?

Come sip from this fountain.

I said sip, not guzzle.

Darling, are you trying to choke?

Let’s not behave desperately.

I wanna feel every minute of work you put in.

Thirsty for it.

Come eat all this divinity

Until I say stop of course.

Siguelo Bailando – Keep On Dancing

they keep telling me to be still.
just sit real tight and pretty like.
got length for days,
im my own tall glass of water
i quench my own thirst.
they out here trynna lock it down,
with zero ambition,
actin like all that cute charm is all they need to go on.
brah, please. pump those breaks
ya ride aint what’s gettin you to third place.
i know you gotta save face for the homies,
but nah weak ass lines
about how im badder than the last
aint gonna get you those digits
or my ig, or my fb, please dont even try for the email;
we way pass fakin the funk for some collab shit, ya feel me.

they keep telling me to be still.
just sit real propper and lady like.
said i got the figure of a model
now lets hope she got the mind to match.
well ok, since thats how you feel.
tell me more
as i sit here,
eating my fill,
while you foot the bill.
tell me more
about how you’d love to see me in that
as we make our way to the cash register.
please, tell me more
as this ditsy model gets you
to pay these bills,
drive me door to door,
with not even a kiss goodnight.
Thank you, its been real,
but you’re just oh too “smart”
for a body like me.

they want me to be still.
become the emotionless image
they’ve come to embody,
but im quite over the depressive itch
they want to project.
im having too good of a time
tending to my garden of freedom.
they keep telling me too be still.
you movin quick these days
and im trying to catch up to ya.
they keep telling me to be still
so i slowed it down, flipped the scripted,
dummed it down and they still couldnt get it.
so i told them
keep your unchanging stillness
i was born to become art
forever changing, forever moving,
never breathing in the same sight twice.

 

 

Yeah, I Said It.

i seem to hear a lot of “im woke, im woke!”
but the way you seem to move don’t feel right.
don’t like the way you try to throw shade,
this body ain’t here to hold ya insecurities.
tell me,
how can you claim being woke;
understanding with that good lovin;
when you call black folks ‘mono’?
yeah, i see how you like to kiki it up on the low.
how they beautiful one day
and a monkey the next?
guess its that self hate that’s been festering,
got you changin places when it suits you.
yeah, i said it.
oh you mad now.
cuz it’s raining truth,
got you in the spotlight,
thought it’s where you loved to be,
aint it time you stepped it up and out?
out of the bullshit that you’ve chosen to hold you back.
aint it time you stepped up and out.
out from under lifeless bodies
that only want to suck the last of ya life
out of you.
yeah, i said it.
said it cuz it needed saying.
decided to live yahweh’s way,
im content with the haters
coming out the woodworks,
good to know where we were to begin with.
im content to know truth tellers have few friends
while liers have many
who serve no purpose.
see im over the “im woke, im woke.”
im down with the waking,
student teacher of life, i understand its about staying ready.
so read up, reflect on,
and hold up that mirror
before you come a truth tellers way.
compassion is for the lost,
my sword is for those who know better.

For You. 

Of course I loved you.
Of course I still care. We are human after all.

When you couldn’t ask. I relinquished loves hold. Did I not set you free? 

When you couldn’t ask. I released you from unattainable promises. Why do you still act so guilty? There are no expectations.

Yes. I left. No. I did not look back. 

I waited for you to approach the finish line, but you have yet to catch up to your own.

Maybe when you finally do. We can meet in the middle and be friends. 

For You • Let Go 

Take Note. 

Cultivate all the love you ever felt.

Now cultivate all the love you feel.

Then cultivate the love that comes after loss.

Now realize just how endless your capacity for love really is. 

Take Note • Addicted