The pain and the monster inside after my father died who lives in my head and sometimes often under my bed
How often the narrative repeatedly resurface and reveals itself.
A Diary of A Single Man: Isn’t She Lovely
Isn’t she lovely Isn’t she sweet My new girlfriend My new bride to be
These are running shoes I call them lifestyle sneaks My favorite girl drives While I sit in the passenger seat
They don’t come out Not til the summer time 80+ degree weather No forecast of rain For the next two weeks.
Isn’t she lovely Isn’t she sweet
Daddy was a Dope fiend My Sister’s Mother was too How I feel Explains What I mean According to what I’ve seen
Blue or Green Pill Systematic refill Either one is lethal The intellect injects Thinking he is equal
Modern day discovery What does the brothers say
What’s in your wallet What kind of pain do you feel Today Drink this… It will help you swallow it For real Fo reel
No time for rehab Reestablish this That sharp pain In your wrist Head noddin’ Vein throbbin’ That Drunken slob of a drule From your lips Keep your head up Now give me a kiss
Now imagine this If you dare Glossy eyed That stupid stare Papa gone Nana’s strong Momma out doin’ tricks For her kids She said, “Fo her kids” And They pay As We pay to play Then pretend As It starts all over again
Cop & move Cop n move Sirens sound Mina’s baby never found Daddy the fool
Street education Called survival Street dedication Becomes the arrival Street economics Cash from doing your math Knowledge from understanding Today’s science What’s in your hand
Economic conditions Defines the position Of a pawn Who doesn’t own a lawn
The monster in a box Without a clock Surrounded by four walls Made out of cement blocks
People living on top of you To the left and right from you People, just people With their own point of view What do you do as The voices in your head Gets louder and louder
A Diary of A Single Man: Isn’t She Lovely
What’s next After your head begins to pound People react differently Living the same reality What I see is merely A reflection Of what was shown to me
The prison within The demons Called friends The escape The plan To separate To liberate To have The debate Then vanish Without a trace
Isn’t she lovely Isn’t she sweet
Bye bye niggah No more Lies my nigger The Sun is hot In July My nigga
That’s when the book drops On the floor From… Broken bones to Shredded pages to A blog… Never calling it hip hop Street nouns after the brown bag goes pop
Isn’t she lovely Isn’t she sweet
I see the red I see the white I can’t seem to find the blue
I see the lead I see the paint I still can’t find the glue
I’m in the bed The lights are out I don’t know what to do
Water dripping on my head Momma lights a candle Nothing to eat tonight, again
Street awareness One can’t be careless Reading the signs from details Recognizing the nature of a rat In fact…
How to bait and setup a better trap. The value from looking a person in their eyes. I see what I see which makes me be me.
Breathe easy Freebrezy Know exactly what It means From 106 to the Park To the studio That’s now dark
Pay attention to the world And everything around and in you The signals The symbols The signs Are clear They are There Stop Look Listen & Stare Then Share
How the horse is forced to drag the wagon as its scars are ignored.
Two pennies for your thoughts…
A Diary of A Single Man: Isn’t She
Isn’t she lovely Isn’t she sweet
These are running shoes I call them lifestyle sneaks My favorite girl drives While I sit in the passenger seat
They don’t come out until the summer time. 80+ degree weather no forecast of rain for the next two weeks.
A Diary of A Single Man: Isn’t She Lovely 
A Diary of A Single Man: Isn’t She Lovely
A Diary of A Single Man: Isn’t She
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