I travel, trying to make an honest buck/ The pay is good, nothing really sucks/ except there’s a loneliness on the open road/ Nobody to love you, nobody to hold/ I distract myself with money and  good food/ but it doesn’t always quench my mood/ A particular woman to whom I want to socialize/ No groupie or stranger can satisfy my appetite/ Away my bide makes me querulous/ Emotional ohms make me physically restless/ Obstreperous like the Hulk as toddler/ Lonesomeness is a mother…and a father/ On restless nights, I’d imagine you’d lay with me/ Your non presence is more torturous than slavery

These recent events have put me in suspense/ I’m so tense I can’t finish a sentence/ This progress we all go thru/ Yes we are talking about you, I just don’t know what to do/ This situation I don’t know how to handle/ Helping you is like sitting on a lit candle/ I know abandoning you won’t change a thing/ The best I can do is encourage when I sing/ I can’t believe this happened to you/ I’ll do better than my best to fix you/ Part of me will not accept/ the idea of certain death/ Stormy weather will try to knock you down/ but that won’t happen while I’m around/ I’m gonna fight for your right of life/ You may at times cry, but’ll never die

It seemed to be a regular day/ Picnics at the park, children would play/ Hetero and gay couples holding hands/ Nobody a slave to works demands/ All appears grand on this regular day/ Everybody wished it ended that way/ A sound similar to Chinese fireworks/ making heads jerk, to see if someone is hurt/ A lady screams as bodies hit the floor/ The grounds a flood with blood, the air with roars/ of terror, there is no more fun/ Today’s word of the day is Gun/ Like roaches, people frantically scatter/ A man made disaster, making lives shatter/ Screams of terror are the lyrics they sings/ Gunshots are the drums, that constantly ring/ Sirens provide it’s melody/ It’s an orchestra to tragedy/ It’s reminiscent of the Dadeland mall/ With a “war wagon” arms in hall/ Nauseous artillery vomiting death/ Drowning out cries of desired breath/ Some reached a ripe old age/ others rely on cradles as graves/ More shots go off like morning alarms/ Wake up, someone means to do you harm/

Lightning signals thunders call/ Dark and warm snow now falls/ Rivers of fire lay scattered/ Everything lies broken and shattered/ Horrors that cannot go unseen/ Bodies of water have a red gleam/ Apodictically divine sublime vis-à-vis contingencies/ Apocalypse was irrevocable from fates pregnancy/ of man and avarice in various forms/ brewing an irrevocable Armageddon storm/ An orgy of destruction if you will/ Fate too has a thirst to kill

I am a Libra/ I was born in the year of the horse, stand out like a Zebra/ I am music in all forms/ I am able to find joy in storms/ I am a Bronx born, Harlem resident/ I am more distinguished than a black president/ I am a fighter and a lover/ I am catagorized as a brother/ I am not mean but keen and clean/ I am not as free as Charlie Sheen/ I am relaxed but not to the max/ I am not anal retentive nor on Exlax/ I am not scholarly smart/ because I am one who hearts the arts/ I am an actor and poet/ I am happy that you know it/ I am of mixed race/ I am one of abstract taste/ I am sometimes a flirt/ I am a sarcastic jerk

She takes me to heaven and back/ She gets me high on her emotional crack/ and what surrounds her crack has me in lust/ Since she’s bad, she’ll get cuffed/ but I’ll join her and throw away the key/ Her with me in a happy home is all I need/ She’s more than a dime, yet priceless/ Her not around is an automatic crisis/ She’s my starbursts, cause she’s solid yet juicy/ That comparison I use very loosely/ Hyperboles express my love right/ even though it’s all love at the end of the night/ She so sweet, so I call her honey/ Body is mean like a playboy bunny/ Its basic but acceptable/ I exaggerate only because she’s incredible/ enough to outline the Hulk in chalk/ and squeeze into a tube used for caulk

I’ll make it snow in the opposite of winter/ No I’m not God, I’m just a drug dealer/ I’m living la vida coca/ and selling my own autographed gun holsters/ T.G.’s and B.G.’s can’t see me/ cause O.G.’s and C.G.’s will always teach me/ Ladies with watermelons call me Gallagher/ and I thrash heavy metal like Metallica/ I’m Team Jacob, but I don’t mean Twilight/ I mean the Jewelry, I’m livin’ the high life/ like Charlie Sheen, I’m always winnin’/ and when I’m not winnin’, girls still are neck and chinnin’/ I hold weight like a Libra, and push it like a Sumo/ I flip birds daily, and Big Bird gets Judo/ Yo tengo un monton de dinero/ porque yo soy un cocaine vaquero/ I got precincts on puppet strings, call me Geppetto/ Monopolize the Law, no need to lay low

If you are alone in the dark/ Prayed upon by sharks/ let me be your light/ I’ll give them a fight/ If you are trapped in the rain/ in agonizing pain/ I’ll keep you dry/ and decrease your sighs/ I’ll be your Asprin/ without you askin’/ I’ll be your legs when you can’t stand it/ If the water is too much, I’ll dam it/ I’ll be better than the best I can/ You’re Lois Lane, I’m Superman/ Climb into my arms/ Numero uno at keeping out harm/ Destination Ecstacy without drug use/ If it ain’t obvious by now, I love you