Bummin it up in Harlem (Journal Entry)

I was trekkin back from the homeless shelter lookin like a bum when I walked past these dudes taking out the garbage. A rat ran out the garbage bag, I stepped on it’s head and ran down the block screaming. A couple dudes came to the rescue thinking I was being attacked. I started bustin up, then told them what happened.

Hot Pockets (Poem)

You think you’re gonna bogart on the patriarch Acting like a hot pocket On the side thottin Raising up the temperature Irresistible Then you thrown koniption When they eat you up

Ease Up (Lyrics)

Day and night All through Seeing eyes all watching you Take a load off Kick your feet up See these days go marching by All the while All is fatal Ain’t nothing holding on