You've done everything you said you wouldn't, everything you said you despise
Hide the beasts where I can find them And fatherlessness is no excuse and doctors make the best killers observe like an essay and confess like a poem or Antigone because we needed another paranoid nigga to prove pimps ain't shit and another heroine chic to lure him into it
It's just that what's not to love about the way righteousness buckles as self-deception and the tender wet mumbling machines of smack my bitch up comes on the radio right after Bach and Miles fell to the knees of his still bloody wife and begged her to stay while she dialed for help
Everyone is afraid of being rejected but everyone is more afraid of being black and abandoned by yourself, your own self sold to Robert Johnson as Heathen Jackal Hero circus code fear of the telegram fear of the telegram that reads : yes slowly, act like you know me jazz aficionado pervert early riser my cheeks hurt from smiling at your jokes and these tears are mostly descending the isle of another hungry lie
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I had it all figured out, how in a country where the black man feels like he has no power, landless, oppressed in every direction, what better way to alleviate the strain of it than by oppressing women. And then I thought, like Sterling Brown said, the strong men keep coming on. And I thought, love and respect are signs of that strength, no strong man would buckle under the pressure of his righteousness let his mind slip into the scarce place and a tight noose around the eyes of idols reads loyal in cursive in roots And then I realized could all evil be some trite form of helplessness probably not but a hero could be evil and heroic at the same time probably not but a woman can be quiet for almost a whole lifetime but speak once and crush your world
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I had this dream that me and O were in a pick up truck after a dinner in Malibu and I decided to give him road head on the way home. But while I was distracted he turned the car on in reverse and drove us of a cliff on purpose. A paradise of innuendoes as we sloped into wings. It's not that we survived it's that there is no victim and there is no one to blame for what we've overcome
