THE LAST SUPPER She staring at me tryna figure out my net worthFlirting with death in her night dressFinna gets loose, at my placeShe sucks the breath outta stressGonna go Christian Grey at my place50 shades of grey, on her faceI try to work out her broken esteem and broken virginityHer makeup goes with the stories she makes up, rotten dignityI should make up my mind, quit stalling Live to conquer tonight or regret it in...
Bartender Pour me some more Let me stumble through the back door Let the police Smell the poignant aroma of rhythm and blues Collide with my Genius creative expression Handcuff me for resisting being silent Check my breath for the bubbles of a drunken poet Spitting up words and rhymes Expressively with profanity of poetry Charge me with intoxication Verbal sensation Before the judge I plea guilty Poetic confinement recomm...
I can't get action nowhereI can't get satisfaction nowhereJust rage and hate and shouting and crying,But it won't bring my brother back anyhow.Why? Tell me why,Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?The police say it was a gang warThe neighbor says he was with the wrong whoreThe kids on the corner say it was a turf war.I just know I won't see him any more.Why? Tell me why,Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?He was...
