Life of a SOLEoist

We goin ultra black

We goin ultra black

Red/green surround black striped, Pan African

Foundational Black American

This our land

Yeah, we stayin.

Ultra black, like the twilight of night

Following drinking gourds just to survive our life

Black like Booker T, spinarooni, Harlem Heat

Called a white man nigga on live tv

We goin ultra black

We goin ultra black

Jay Z ’03 Black Album the recipe

Being who we are, nothing but Kings

Keeping intellectual property, them masters B

Ultra black

Blackberry molasses

C4 wrapped tight with nerd glasses

Beauty inside and out so why you askin?

Sweet mind and thighs, they only can fathom

Created life, heaven and earth,

You should praise her

We goin Ultra Black

We goin Ultra Black

We goin Ultra Black Girl Magick Black

C.J. Walker, Ida B Wells, Sharazad Ali

Peace to Queen Welsing

Peace to real mothers

That create beautiful human beings to fight the struggle

We goin Ultra Black

We goin Ultra Black

Black Air Force 1s to jack the stash

All he ever wanted was to be the king of gas

Catch a case while Brenden come genentrify the game and scoop extra cash

That shit ultra wack

Lockin us up for plants

Meanwhile Chase bankers move boat loads of dope

No rhyme for that

That shit ultra facts

We goin ultra black

Ultra Black

The world follow behind you, no shame in that

But when you see em jack culture

Pickin at whats left like vulture

Become ULTRA BLACK

Stay on code in fact

Dont waste energy with the schematics

Hold ya head high, stand on square tight

Look em dead in the eye, let em see the light.

Black is Beautiful

I voted…

Still gonna get anxiety when I see dem lights
Still gonna wonder if its the last human interaction
Still gonna be marginalized
Still gonna be looked at as a threat
Still gonna be culture jacked
Still gonna be consider subhuman or less than
Still gonna have my inalienable rights infringed upon
Still gonna fit the description
Still gonna chase my dreams
Still gonna support the youth
Still gonna be unapologetic black
Still gonna create opportunity for others
Still gonna protect my heritage
Still gonna protect my culture
Still gonna protect my family
Still gonna protect my heart
Still gonna stay strapped
Still gonna be a black man

Still

Drowning her thoughts in vodka tonics,
Wondering will she ever be whole again.
Another worthless human, throwin off the Zen
She begins…

Reminiscent on a time where it seemed perfect
Takin trips, exotic sips, bonded thru ink
Building cloud machines with her Eastside thing
Maybe wishing for more
The intent she wont explore
Not for nothing, for fear of rejection
With her time she keeps blessing.

Moving on, some sad songs play on her radio
Not all doo doo, there are Roses
Seeds grown and blossom
Yet in the relate department, its awkward offset
Another wasted set, loved wasted debt
A heart death

Gia packed up her life, tike and pressed forward .
On the Westside of this Unite she resides
Better career, fresh air
People around her are kinda weird
Feels like her lifes out here
On levels she can relate
Couple of text, couple of dates
Gettin a lil comfortable, feeling the chase
Her guard down, seems to be a mistake
Emotions ensue, moods become skewed
Personalities are shattering the love that was built
Physical unequivocal, not for the best
Better them than me, she releases for peace

One day at a time she says, nothing else matters.
No matter how many shoebox pictures are shattered
She knows peace comes from within
Love from family and friends
And then she begins to become whole

Gia’s Poem

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All these people walking round zombies
like I’m drowning
In flesh and blood, doused in drugs all because of nonsense
3rd eye calcified due to not wanting a conscience
Content with no common sence cause it dont make quick cents
Or dollars, postin skinamax climax for comments
Rollin full clips, smokin sigs extendo broomstick
Dependency on Hennessy and arsenic fill moscato
Fixing flat body sections with fix a flat injections
Fishing for slightly flacid erections
Flexin flashin funds instead of flashcards with sons
This why your seed mother hate you

Phase 2
Fake you
Frontin like its all perfect
Actin all nonchalant in front of the audience
Like you aint another shawty gettin ya eagle on
Car rollin out the parking lot gettin its repo on
Volia, Magic
Bus home, tragic
Treated her to Red Lobster but kids eat Manwich
That aint no man shit.

Phase 3
Cold piece aint she
Every nigga wanna grip her but dont wanna pay that cost
10, 20 or plus 99
Roses tossed in holes,
Body capsules closed.
Baby mothas froze, mommas broken soul
Friends plottin revenge but that wont hold
Some of them proud you gone, they wanna star in your show
Queens turn whore, friends turn foe
Its beyond you now, gone let that go

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She send kites evey 2 weeks

For 5 years she wrote with love

Know the time wont be long, its worth the wait

Spring knows he will be home.

“Fill in time” with success on her mind

Collecting degrees, extra hours on the clock

Patty cake, makin cakes hope one day she can make a baby

Gettin practice in with her sisters kids

They love her dearly, can’t wait till he can see

See she stayed true to her belief

Every Sunday

Tithes and offering

Hopin God bless her with the man that she dreams

Still sending love to him thru bars.

“Damn Regina Hall, how can I get involved?”

She studying late nites, a new “he” likes her groove.

Deep inside she wants to move

Her heart and mind can’t coincide but her body wants to drive

Outta her lips she replies “I gotta man, he inside”

“Inside what, the house?” Replied he.

She laughs

Comedy peaks her interest

A little warm in her pink dress

Days later he begins to try

Another date, a extra life

Night goes well, they lock eyes

He makes the first move but to his demise

His lips met hers and tears hit her eyes

Her heart and mind can’t coincide but her body wants to drive

She gets out and says goodnight

And write her cries in the kite lines.

The day has come the kites can cease

He finally comes home to she

Husband and wife is the life she want to be

All this hard work so running he can hit his feet

Social media post so in love…

Months go on, love looks sound

Then those social post slow down

Broken statuses, seem so conflicted

Sad eyes cause of mad lies

She never knew why

Those kites could fly!

Wings on his back when he was lock in

He get free and committed the worst crime

He choose over she,

And her heart bleeds

Wasted Loyalty

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Rose petals at her feet when she walk thru

Dripped in royal garb

Her cloud is her crown

C4 type, curl tight, fragrance like lavender sunshine

Queen of Zamuda

Really from Music City

Born in the Delta

I pull up American, she pull up foreign

So I pull up Japanese, she pull up German

Stamps in the passport cuffing that persian

She got the sweet drip, mop it up like I’m workin

She said I do somethin to her when she see me

Draped in gold that jingle, Hermes got the kind that fold

Words I pen is a present, her presence is a blessing

Her sister stay hatin, she the one God blessin

Akeem’s Wife

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I look forward to many dances with her

Paired with glasses champagne filled

Ruby red lip stains on glass and my lapel

Slightly smeared as she indulges my smell

Slowly as we dance the night away.

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What do you do when she sick of the fly shit?

When spillin #Moet on satin sheets dont impress much.

All the baddies in the strip club, she dont wanna throw no tips up.

Resting bitch face.

She dont care if the #Gucci misplaced.

Bored with #Moschino and #Valentino.

6 pairs of #JimmyChoo, all missing left shoes.

Diamonds missin out the cuban.

Over these old #Tiffany bracelets,

She dont want #Supreme grip tape shit.

Everything a comma,

like its supposed to be more.

1st Class tix booked, “what is these for?”

She lookin for a rush that over fulfilling.

Drop that,

head back,

commence sequence.

Vibrant colors and stars seeing visions.

Better that ballin’ out at #FredSigel.

AGAIN she says,

till her eyes turn red.

When she stop seeing visions and started seeing demons.

Projected images or self evaluation.

Cold.

Overdosin over opiates bent over bidets bathed in gold.

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Floating
Carving thru the waves of the winds
Condensation in my face
Rainbow tend to blind when you shred this high
Sun rays lead the way
Thru stratus clouds and anvil
Chargin static
Out of the pipe
into the clear blue sky

#cloudsurfin

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2am and I wanna text you,

even better if its you I’m lying next to

AOD stay glowin,

your name not showin,

and I’m hoping you think of me.

Sliding between your bed sheets,

embracing you nightly.

Stars dont shine as bright

as your eyes when the light hit.

I dont want you to take this wrong.

I know at this time dudes be on

sucka shit.

Saying all kinda sweet nothings,

gettin in ya sweets with nothin

in ya sheets and nuttin,

all to feel cheap and nothing.

I want you to feel this heat and love it.

Don’t rush it.

Dussee can mix subjects.

Laying in bed

Hope it says text message read

… next

2:45am

Text never sent.