The illusion of life casts its hate viciously

Auspiciously

All who are in front of me are suspiciously

Out to get me maliciously

And I see the writing vividly

Or so my mind thinks

With distinct efficiency

I’ll obey with zombie like tendencies

Maybe I need some more Hennessey

& plenty of sleep

Typically, I just whimsically

Act as if my pain has takin an empty seat

Physically, I’m not what I used to be

But I can still kick it deep

Like I’m some old slick mystic beast

My life is like some sick misfit Priest

My beliefs are not shit

Unless I practice what my lips preach

I’m always active when I spit & teach

But some kids seem to be

Distracted, out of grips & reach

But check it

I’m SD originally born

And about my scripts & poetical speech

I’m ready to not be a dick or self-neglectful geek

Regardless of that BS I’m respectful & free

And it’s what really allows me

To sleep in eventual peace

But I have this immense pull & release

When my scripts shows an intense hope for me

& leave my body quivering as if on a dope spree

I’ll take some more coke please!

And I do mean soda because I need no

Dose for me

But I do buy weed like I buy my groceries

Bag that shit up, go home & fire up

Some more POETRY

And when I hit the stage & grab the mic

People know it’s me!

Flowetry!

Someday I do hope to be

the one you do go to see

As I knock your socks off like Jodicee

I’ll just say  good night folks it’s time for another

Toke or 3

Raise ya hand if ya want to take a toke with me?