All Jokes Aside

If I hear "I play too much" ONE MORE TIME

If she speaks of me being too funny again

I'd be convinced that I should turn myself in

Only clown sighting I see is me

One of then Goofy dudes she's humored by

Residing in the green turf between the friend zone & the end zone

I no longer want to rush & I'm not running back

But we offset eachother with penalties on both sides

So midfield is where I stay

She giggles a bit & find my analogies "cute"

I roll my eyes and go back to my one man show

And what is it about airline food?

Whatsup with that?

All jokes aside though.

What is it about her?

What is up with her?

How could she find a soft spot behind a stone cold face?

Words from a monotone voice 

Suddenly generate octaves as you activate your humorous ways

Now we both laughing.

You found cracks in this statue 

Garsh. 

I'm feeling Max exposed 

I'm more of a PJ though

Under all these muscles its a relaxed chubby guy

Zoned out by the flows and the bongos

Yet she finds that extremely goofy.

All jokes aside. 

Sea Of Heartbreak (90s Flow)

I remember the days.

Back when I had faith

Times of touching & teasing

But it wasnt always that case

Used to quench my thirst

Juices running down my face

Always let you come first

No urge to win that race

If I had one wish

Back when I had faith

Coulda been happily ever after

Back when it was that case

When the tears started running

Flowing down your face

Back when you were in orbit

Shot our love out of your space

But you used to love me 

Back when I had faith

I told you once before

Back when it was that case

Couldn't draw the path straight

Wish I could have back traced

I meant backtrack

But for all that, you couldn't wait

So now, I gets no love

I don't have faith

Faded pictures in a lock box

I closed that case

Threw it in the old river of tears

Made by your face

Never to to be seen again

Sunken into the sea of heartbreak

Late Nights W/ #DanTaughtEm

These Hands

These Hands

Wanting something they cant have

Yearning for the pieces they cant get on their own

Whether its the texture or the curl patterns of the hair

The pigmentation of the skin

Every curve that defines her figure

The lips. The hips. Hell even the fingertips.

Often imitated. Never duplicated

Thieves that publicly undercut her worth 

But know she's underrated

No matter how you try to copy

Nothing will override the original

The Purity

The Authenticity

The Black Woman