“In pussy I may have lucked-up
But in the end my life became fucked-up,
“Maybe at many of those moments I should have had my nine
Fire in the hole, now a bitch could have had a real hot time,
“My so-called good times have always been guided by dark light
With many of my relationships starting off fucking and ending in a fight,
“The shit was off the chain when I was cuming in the bitch
And straight motherfuckin hell when she tasted my fist,
“Especially, when I found out she was selling pussy for drugs
I went beast mode on her ass, until I was covered in blood,
“Months later I’m standing in front of a judge for sentencing
When that gavel finally hit, you’ll realize what you will be missing,
“Lesson learned, because I didn’t have a cool head
As my nights ended up in a prison’s bed,
“Listening to motherfuckas being extorted out of commissary and ass
Now the Little Debbie motherfuckas has become someone’s jailhouse fag,
“Years later I’m free and fresh air breathin
Deep in prostitution pussy as scared nipples I’m sucking and squeezin,
“For hours I’m hardcore involved with pussy play-play
Until she’s left wide open, because in our sexual fluids is where she lay,
“I found an apartment, but the monthly rent is draining my soul
As I tunnel through four hundred pounds of flesh looking for a pussy hole,
“The Jabba the Hutt sex shaves a few dollars off the top
Now she’s addicted to the dick and threatens eviction if I stop,
“Homelessness for me is not an option
So, all a motherfucka can do is keep it hard and poppin,
“And my nymphomaniac female parole officer is a stone freak
She is constantly in my draws every other week,
“Showing up at the strangest goddamn hour
With the visits always ending of her washing her pussy in my shower,
“And leaving a fresh drug kit on the edge of my bed
No words need to be spoken afterwards-enough said”.
Enough said…not nearly. I usually don’t want your spills to end. No exception here. Your flows always top notch, no doubt, but the truth you “hide” in your rhymes, that’s what I enjoy.
I appreciate this. There is a lot of truth in this poem many have or are going thru everyday.
Absolutely. You bring to light the truth most people don’t see, won’t see, can’t see…
I may be light and look like I live light, but most of my life hasn’t been and a lot of the people in my life aren’t. For as fucked up as it is and sounds, I’m glad I know real life and don’t live in the dark. It’s just fucked up that life is like that.
I understand completely