Myself

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life

Spoken word has now become as dry as a vagina stimulated by a man still using 1970’s pick up lines, everyone talks about the same , everyone talks about the same people, I’m tired of hearing poems about the kanye’s and the nikki’s, the Vivica’s and fifties, brothers named louis and gucci, a named boobie, I’m sick of artists making art about their release on someone else without exposing their self, and that is caused by their own self hate and self centeredness, so let me introduce myself, my government name is joe, I like to stay between the weight of two fifteen and two twenty five, I grew up in an era where s gathered together to play nba live and goldeneye, and when mario kart dropped, I was the coldest on the block cause I mastered that shortcut jump on rainbow road, I grew up in a two parent household that was more like two roommates constantly arguing about who was late on their half of the rent, my daddy was a cheat, my mama wanted to leave but was too scared of not being able to stand on her own two feet, so that’s why I stayed running when track season came around, so I wouldn’t end up like her, and I can’t escape my dad ‘cause I have all of his features, minus his dark skin tone, I first jacked my at 17, fell in love with at 18, was in Dubai when I turned 19, and from twenty to twenty fo’, I was bonafide ho, I was petty beyond all belief, I had an affair with the wife of a deployed chief and when I seen him at the masonic hall later, I introduced myself and said what’s up my , no fux given, the same way my heart gave no fux when it did the macarena inside of my chest, and maybe that was God’s way of punishing me for breaking multiple hearts that resided underneath pairs of breasts, I hated that pain, and I wanted to meet death, but everytime I knocked on his door, life answered and said sorry, he ain’t home, come back and visit later, and I woulda dropped to my knees to beg and plead for his arrival, but I remembered the scar on my knee from a torn ACL, PCL, MCL, I rode so hard for football that all I need was my CDLs, and life would’ve been complete, I thought fosho I was going to sleep when they went to work on my ticker in the beginning of November, but I made it through that, made it four times sitting out there by Iraq, Iran, then I got married, get it, I rack, I ran, I married, the was scary, I took three shots of hen in a two minute span, and when I took her hand to say I do, I didn’t realize that all fairytales journey through hell at times, in my past life I’ve gotten caught up in lies, at times I’ve been despised, I’ve had side pieces and been the piece on the side, I have a secret craving for curly fries, fried chicken thighs and a bowls of chitlins, I hate searching through the couch when the remote goes missin, I’m a secret science nerd, I use a lot of curse words, but most of all, I’m flawed, so why the *** would I write to speak on someone else, just because my imperfections ain’t caught on candid camera, see maybe we need to put film inside of our soul and hit record, but if we did, would you even want someone else to see your movie, so *** the celebrity talk, *** how that model walks, *** if he gay, *** if he straight, *** if kim wanna marry kanye, *** if the police despise OJ, *** the OJ that’s made from concentrate because just like that , most these poets rhymes are watered down, with no real flavor, a bunch of additives mixed with a bunch of terrible adjectives, giving out bull sentences like white judges do to black folks in the judical system, so again, for those who missed it, my government name is Joe, but most importantly, Im a ***ed up human whose under constant rehabilitation