Fatherless girls with fatties
Looking for the next dude to call Daddy
They gladly extend bare arms
Reaching for tatted soldiers that bear arms
But not as kool as the gang
Situations stay the same
Mel died after his championship game
The news claimed
He was gang affiliated
Human life underrated
Young men claim city owned blocks
White tees and black jeans
The cycle never stops
The shots never got
The intended target
EMS trucks don’t even bother
Fatherless youth cultivated in a motherless womb
Summer heat always brings out the true goons
Ruthless heat brings cold metal to streets
The whole block gets caught in your beef
Wake me up when it ends
Until we meet again
-Wrote this on the train. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the summer season but there is no denying how hectic the streets get when the temperature rises.
Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention Manning Marable - I had an interesting convo with a stranger on the train about this book, he was all “I don’t want to read that book, it’s all lies, he is trying to disgrace his name…” and that’s fine but how do we know what’s fact or fiction unless we examine both sides of the story? Malcolm was an AMAZING brother but he was no saint so I’m very curious and want to do my own comparison.
How to Make love Like a Porn Star - Jenna Jameson
Juneteenth - Ralph Ellison
Slash - Slash (480 pages, might won’t make it for the summer but I do want to read it).
Soul by Soul: Life Inside the Antebellum Slave Market - Walter Johnson
More Like Wrestling - Danyel Smith
A Belle in Brooklyn - Demetria Lucas (eh, idk about this one. See, it’s one of those here’s how to live your best single life books and I don’t do those. Books that try to tell you how to live right, be the best you, discover you etc are a bit silly to me…TO ME. I’m actually following the author on twitter and apparently so are a lot of other people because my TL is filled with ppl who have already pre-ordered the book. But I did want to give it a shot, try something new, we’ll see).
“see I got demons in my past
so I got daughters on the way
if the prophecy’s correct
then the child should have to pay
for the sins of the father
so I barter my tomorrows
against my yesterdays
and hope that she’ll be ok
and when I’m no longer here
to shade her face from the glare
I’ll give her my share of Carol’s Daughter
and a new beach chair…”—
Hov “Beach Chair”
spent yesterday at the beach, this was my theme music.
i slipped up and forgot about the best of me but now i’m back. so rude of me, to try to trap you in my prison of “do you still love me?”. my apologies. trust me, after i hit send our history together went up in flames. Amen. i’ll cross myself and pray i never make that mistake again. i hope you don’t reply. no lie, please don’t. your silence will give me the answer i already know. so go and live and i will do the same. no hard feelings, matter of fact, no feelings at all. let’s not be friends, i never wanted that. you don’t want what i have to offer, so that’s the end of that. end of that.