am i my brothers keeper
with the gun to his back
and the knife to my neck
getting ready to puncture my flesh
as I reflect the years we shared
nahh fuck that, that shits out the window
how could i possibly be his keeper
because we took an oath
but this motherfucker got a knife at my throat
wait this is a joke
i pictured if i were in his shoes
if this means anything i'd rather lose
sliced throat broken hearts
shot up body parts
am I my brothers keeper
Listen To Quest
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
whatever you say goes
mind wonders, noo mind wanders as I pounder
stumble upon my words as if I forgot how to speak
let me fix this pen before it really begins to leak
restless nights rewarded
cant recall when my mind was all sorted out
here I go again speaking out loud
wonder why she hasnt text me yet
maybe she over slept
my tolerance for this is something forgettable
as these songs in my playlist shuffle
mind seems to play copy cat!
stumble upon my words as if I forgot how to speak
let me fix this pen before it really begins to leak
restless nights rewarded
cant recall when my mind was all sorted out
here I go again speaking out loud
wonder why she hasnt text me yet
maybe she over slept
my tolerance for this is something forgettable
as these songs in my playlist shuffle
mind seems to play copy cat!
8 days in a week
this is what goes in my life
half the time ill be trying to digest what happen last night
find myself in the middle of the day forgetting what day it is
next day ill be trying to plot on how to save the kids
or get half you deaf motherfuckers to hear or listen
that'll do me justice
speaking of justice I thought about that exactly 4 nights ago
and the day before how to save the poor
by Saturday I think Im slept in trying to catch up to dreams
shit I think I overslept that one day
Oh, Sunday never spent at church just days spent
staring at a wall or figuring out how to wife oh girl
I wonder if the world know its actually 8 days in a week
thats just this poem so to speak..
half the time ill be trying to digest what happen last night
find myself in the middle of the day forgetting what day it is
next day ill be trying to plot on how to save the kids
or get half you deaf motherfuckers to hear or listen
that'll do me justice
speaking of justice I thought about that exactly 4 nights ago
and the day before how to save the poor
by Saturday I think Im slept in trying to catch up to dreams
shit I think I overslept that one day
Oh, Sunday never spent at church just days spent
staring at a wall or figuring out how to wife oh girl
I wonder if the world know its actually 8 days in a week
thats just this poem so to speak..
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
dot dot dot
if you ask me im ready ironic i would say...
more less if he cant acknowledge what he has in front of him
then why on Gods green earth does he deserve
your love... he has been bestowed one of Gods angels
in my eyes i suppose
but i cant be stuck in this FRIEND ZONE
so forgive me if i come off harsh
cause at ends meet i want you to be happy
"get me"
more less if he cant acknowledge what he has in front of him
then why on Gods green earth does he deserve
your love... he has been bestowed one of Gods angels
in my eyes i suppose
but i cant be stuck in this FRIEND ZONE
so forgive me if i come off harsh
cause at ends meet i want you to be happy
"get me"
Friday, June 4, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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