rocked the bucket seats
in a dirty ole jeep
in the land of the clan
and the pure white sheets
with the old southern heat
revolve or repeat
racial slurs held deep
steady surplus the speak
where black on black crime
is tongue and cheek
born and i was raised
like the gas we seek
real fast from poor plans
corrected with swift hands
for asking if i can
to overstand as a man
that i may and always could
be more then a boy in the hood
but the hoods at heart
when doing this art
of moving souls with the pen
and leaving my mark

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-

Speechless.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

okay... social commentary w/ introspection... nicely done

muted.muxtape.com
(what i like)

"Word" to the third ... degree


*Nice lil' jewel chip*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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