Local Artist


What do you do when the alcohol doesn’t numb the pain
And you swear up and down your seconds always from going insane
Daydreaming about a better life in the pouring rain
What you wouldn’t do for some lottery numbers and some fame
Church people will say all the stuff is vain
But what else are you supposed to wish for when no one knows your name
The sad life of another tortured soul called artists
You might not have a job but you still your hardest
Constantly pouring your heart out for your little website
Post after post of greatness and enlightened sight
But the followers don’t get it and no one else follows
So write a book just collect more disappointment and no’s
No one buys and no one reads
They don’t understand that even a genius has needs
Basic things like gas and phone bill money
And don’t forget the insurance for your little hooptie
Don’t even mention rent, water, and lights
But you have a dream so you keep at all night
Trying to decide if you should kill yourself or wait for the day everything’s alright


Nickels and Dimes


I really don’t wanna pull the race card
Put the times are getting too hard
Reading all these thank you for applying emails
And they wonder we resort to crime and jails
I mean what do you when your rent is due
And the white man isn’t trying to hire you
What do you when realize racism is true
And your brother tells you none of this is new
Like how hard do they wanna us try
Or better yet how bad do they want us to die
I feel like it’s just a matter of time before a cop pulls my card
A couple of shots to the chest and another mother left scarred
But I guess then I’d finally be at peace
Free from this life and body we actually only lease

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Second Comp

It’s getting harder to put pen to page nowadays
Maybe this is what happens when you’re stuck in your ways
But I have a lot to say, I have a lot to address
I’m convinced all you Trump supporters are racist and need to confess
I’m convinced I’ll get hired at a call center at the best
Writing love poems for girls somewhere out west
I just want someone who’ll love me even when I honest
I just need someone who understands I hate being modest
My mom calls it pride but I call it confidence
I don’t have time to beat around the bush and I don’t care if you take offense
Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right
Maybe one day I won’t have to drink to go to sleep at night



I always see her once and then no more
She knows not of my desire of that I’m sure

If only courage would take a hold of me
I’d tell her of the beauty I am blessed to see

Instead, I stare and glance and dare not go near
For the brownness of my skin provoked hesitation and fear

Nonetheless I too and just another man
Searching for lustful passion where and whence he can

Thus damned forever to leave my love in ink
And let drown and perish my heart that sinks

ABC’s Part 2


J is for justice something always on black people’s mind
K is kill something white cops always do to my kind
L is for love, you won’t see a lot of that nowadays
O is for oppression, a white man fired me for being seven minutes late yesterday
P is for people, they’re the biggest problem
Q questions, the government has of all them
R is rest, good luck finding and of that
S is for saved, a lot of Christians will pretend to be that
T is for time, something that keeps moving no matter what happens
U is for us, eventually, all of this will come to an end
W is for we, I don’t think we’ll ever learn from our mistakes
X is for ex, don’t you think it’s interesting that y’all keep taking breaks
Z is zeal, something we all have even though we’ll never do what it takes

ABC’s Pt.1


A is for the Atheist, those poor lost souls
Surprisingly they’re most likely to reach their goals
B is for Baptist, they don’t like the Holy Ghost
Which I why they probably need Him the most
C is for conservatives, those who voted for Trump
Only to watch him take office and take a historical dump
D is Democrat, or liberal crybabies
Isn’t it fun being treated like rabies
E is for Evangelist, those who spread the Word
Quoting the opposite of the last rumor I heard
F is fake, word to a lot you Christians
I recommend reading your bible and trying again
G is God, oh praise His holy name
But isn’t it odd that you still act the same
H is for Hell, you don’t want to go there
But then again it’s not like any of you care
I is for impossible, which most of you are
But so is your God, He’s far from sub par