I'm addicted to caffine, hip hop, suhshine mixed with flip flops,

good books, good looks,

pictures that my father took,

Redskins, 16 wins, rock and roll pins,

minds that are open,

Southern pride, cow hide, baggage I got locked inside,

fuck it. I already cried.

I'm addicted to

phat beats, track meets, running from the ill shit,

Winter heat, city streets, occasional spliffs lit,

muscle cars, dive bars, jazz, reggae, rock and roll,

silver rings, shiny things, never catch me rockin' gold.

Indy flicks, funky chicks, rhyme ciphers and mosh pits,

mangos, tangos, learning how the slang goes,

last dances, second chances, memorable circumstances

my addiction just enhances.

I'm a fiend for

hard laughs, well-written paragraphs, going halfs,

road trips, round hips, late nights, being right,

short fiction, local diction,

Joe. I feen for my addiction.

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Plus I got niggas in DC
That'll hit you for 3G's and a box of Yum's carry out!
Little Brother


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