Author: atibaoxley

Out here on the savannah grass,
Steel drums, music trucks and brass.
Atmosphere nice, sun pelting hot.
Girls in costumes shaking their butts.
In the streets you see colorful costumes galore,
With every woman’s bumper ready to be explored.
Costumes, purple, red, green, yellow are a plenty.
Skins glistening from SPF40
Masqueraders being asked to get in their section,
DJs and truck crew giving out the instructions.
Faces full of glee and joy so hearty,
Everyone here spent their money and came to party.
For two days in the year it’s a memorium,
When you look at the shear pandemonium.
Bacchanal for every creed, color and age,
All just to cross the judgement stage.
A release of stress created from a colonial history,
Brave individuals celebrating the world’s greatest party.
Whether you’re alone, with famalay, or friends,
An event that you miss and wait to return when it ends

I’m in love with a star sign flowing angel,
But lately it’s all been going downhill.
All her love is what she wanted me to receive,
But all I’ve been doing lately is lie and deceive.
Intentionally or not it doesn’t matter.
Now her trust in me is not whole but scattered.
I have a problem that it’s hard to admit.
Lying and deceit is like a very bad drug habit.
I love her and I need to treat her differently,
Even if she’s already gone and left me.
She is someone special in my life,
And all I can hope is that she still wants to be my wife.
But I need to make changes starting with today,
By starting to do the things that I say.
In this moment with God as my witness,
No more childish things and halfassedness.
She means much more to me that air to breath,
Without her, life feels like it’s death.

Out late one night,
I had the biggest fright.
Car smelling like a lawn mower,
30 zone hitting 50 mph.
In my rear view came the Kanye West,
Police etched on the bullet proof vest.
It was dark that night,
The smell of grass was slight.
License, insurance and registration he asked for,
Hand on his gun as he stands by my door.
Pulled out my wallet, reached in the glove box,
Progressive on my phone, password was Kickrocks.
Is that weed I smell as he pulls his glock.
No I responded as it’s 12:22 am on the clock.
Get out of the car and put your hands on the hood
I complied to his instructions as I should.
He put me to sit on the pavement hands behind my back.
The silver bracelets too tight and I ask for some slack.
The officer calls for help and 3 more show up.
They’re excited for a possible drug bust on a traffic stop.
Cars passing by watching me sit there alone.
Asked about the smell and I tell them it’s my cologne.
Instantly accused of lying as they start their search,
Parked at the roadside in front of First Baptist Church.
It was dark outside but it there was a lot of light,
As 2 more cops show up and they’re all white.
Car is clean and it’s time to check my person,
Slammed against the car as the situation worsen.
Asked if I have anything on me like a weapon,
I thought, well my dick is as big as a cannon.
No officer I mouthed my retort.
I started to pray as a last resort.
We don’t believe you said one officer.
You people always have something said the colonizer.
I rebutted with what do you mean by you people?
The officer looked at me like I was feeble.
C’mon boy, what you got on you, asked another.
Another officer responded, yeah brutha.
I started to seem like I had an appointment with jail,
But my bank account is bone dry, no money for bail.
Call came over the radio, my lucky night it might seem.
I’m free to go and I wake up from my bad dream.

The stars and moon collided.
You deserve my undivided.
Attention is what I give,
So that our love may grow and live.
War with our heart and I’m at the front,
My full hundred is want you deserve and want.
Like the taste of lobster Mac and cheese,
The quality of your love got me on one knee.
Surrendering, hands up in the air, 1, 2.
Letting you know that I really truly love you

I met a gyal playing coed soccer,
I forgot her name but it rhyme with Erica.
She’s a goalkeeper and I’m the top striker.
My first touch a little off, but I’m a clinical finisher.
I’m tall and girthy, taking up space,
But what really killed her, was my pace.
I was moving all up in her 18 yard box,
I tripped when she came, she gave me a knock
Foul, inside the box, penalty,
It was just me and she.
She felt I was coming with a toe poke,
But I killed her with the long stroke.

Goal!

Swimming around after dark,
On my right is my shark.
Please don’t bleed in my water,
She wants to give me a daughter.
She’s not mean, just protective.
No lie, she’s forensic like a detective.
Even if she may nag me to death,
I love her every inch, length, width, and breath.
Please be nice and don’t be snark,
Swim good and be aware of my shark.

I guess I’m petty,
Words confused can be deadly.
Taking my time and in no rush,
Loving on my high school crush
Turned out who I thought was my friend,
Living outside on the west end,
Had a crush on my Sexy Slim,
Recently tried to slide in to her DM.
Sexy Slim ain’t gon like what I have to say,
I hope that don’t end us, I pray.
I sat on the side, in awe of what you got.
Happy for you bro, I never forgot.
But where’s the love for me?
Well, I guess I’m petty.

A wise man once said,
You should have just gone to bed.
Sitting here bloodshot eyes red.
I’m taking the blame so go ahead.
I said somethings that I shouldn’t of said,
To the girl that I hope to eventually wed.
My words like a bullet full of lead.
Sharp like a knife, her heart started to bled.
Her feelings were hurt because of me,
Trying to figure out things that were hard to see.
To overcome this problem I had to decree,
This was not about me, it was about we.
Our past is our past, that’s where is should stay.
Her image runs through my head when I lay.
Things should not be in black or white not even gray.
In living color is where we should stay.
I want to be your Overton and you my Sinclair.
Hopefully on one knee in a future year.
To ask you if our lives that we can share,
And say I do without fear.

A gift and a curse,
What could be more worse?
What we’re building is great and new,
Yet I was dumb to hurt you.
I’m here alone, and far away,
Thinking of all the right things to say.
Is it I love you? Is it I need you?
Nothing will erase what I said to you.
You need space to decompress.
I’m sorry, and I’ll hope for the best.

I’m not black, I’m Kanye.
We had to change it from OJ.
Did you hear what this negro said?
Well as the saying goes, “Kill Me Dead!”
Since Donda gone, he crazy.
He hasn’t been the same Yeezy.
Talking ish bout ‘Yonce and Jay Z.
Now he want to talk bad bout Barry.
Married to the Kardashians.
A bunch of Fame hunting heathens.
His views and ideology has changed.
Now he’s just fat and deranged.
Make America Great Again.
That red hat is like a stain.
Donda would be turning in her grave,
If she was alive in the Home of the Brave.