#Nineveh

at 4 in the mornin sawin logs
I dream heavy.
be steady.
the devil waits
on me to make a careless step
into his nest.
myself, I brace hard.
I slam on the brakes, lord.
I was bumpin and jammin the bass it was acorns
and pistachios. cashews folks.
I mean it was nuts to think on
the reign of terror I plan to bring to the present
while it was raining serfs and peasants.
tryna get liquored a smidgen
and lifted a pigeon.
misty cerebellum.
mr. tricks a scary fella.
swerve round a bend
and into heaven.
will I wake up?

or coma?
now watch me double click my home button.
show me something
only chosen ones and holy ones have laid their optics
over.

ah fuck. I must be liquored up. sotally tober.
my diction ain't fiction although it sound so totally vulgar.

hocus pocus
avada kedavera
that's death.
I got the magic stick like staffs and bitch
I am the best.

Moses with the chocha
less the sea scarlett red.
I'll walk the plank
starboard to Starbucks
with green in hand.

from Babylon to Nineveh
sinners intend to repent and
enter the stench of cinnamon.
is it breakfast again?

if so, I'll call up misses mischievous.
she'll get here lickity split.
i'll snap my fingers quickly cuz
I'm tryna get lickity licked.
but fuck that.
shoot quick or bust back.
you too bitch to tuck straps?
fuck rap.
I'm just young cat.
avoidin the pump action.

Braxton's.

all in my mind. no Tony's.
or codeine.
stumbling over these flows
but still flowing
and hoping.
that I don't lean.
tower of Pisa
shower the people.
with powder and ether
mixed with a 1000 degrees of
flame that is leakin
out my trachea
Im afraid of none
except Benjamin Franklin
the danger of
the paper son
intimidation won.

and I don't really know if ima make it.
my patience
is gettin short.
osteoporosis patient.

I'm vacant.
not in my brain my heart is
and it's achin.
roll the vegas
call over the hoes to shake it.

I want
big bucks
like 12 points.
reefer tucked
in my chucks.
bitches rush
thru the joint.
call em out
like hostess
at red lobster.
glocks cocked
for imposters
imposing
their problems
on me.
I'm so hostile.

but only when I'm off the
Henney bottle

or in the booth
superman save the city follow me.

and tell them hoes to swallow
me.

and stay low key.
bankroll weak
but the dank flow
sweet thru my teeth.

I been smokin on ammonia strong
my locomotive roller coastin long
before my motive's gone.

that's motive to murder
lord help me
I'm swervin
again and again
no purpose
just hearses on hearses.

hope I never have to fill em up
with cadavers rotten
bodies fallin
apart from my adjectives
I've mastered this.

fuck a bachelors
no average
I'm actually
a tactician. I'm blastin shit.
an activist with no actavis.

layin these hoes on a mattress.
lawd save em. bring me back like you did Lazarus.

I'm serious. Assyria.
a mystery but a minister.

mortal kombat.
finish her.