To the left, to the left

I’m packing everything that was yours in this box to my left

Now that you’re gone, the going’s getting tough

And since I’m all alone, they don’t think I’m tough enough

Everyone keeps talking mess about me, that’s fine

They’re too dumb to walk and talk that shit at the same time

Since I spend most of my time looking real sad

All the fake well-wishers are praying that I do bad

Staring me right in my face, telling me I am such a fool

And that I’ll never ever be a man like you

These bitches got me twisted

Because what they don’t know ’bout me

Is that you’re the one who raised me

And that’s what helps me sing

“With the help of God, I can do anything”

To the right, to the right

Your nickname takes up space on my arm in plain sight

Looking at it helps me to go on

And I still hear your voice, even though you’ve been gone

That’s something I bet y’all didn’t know

The spirit of my father is with me everywhere I go

Since I spend most of my time looking real sad

All the fake well-wishers are praying that I do bad

Staring me right in my face, telling me I am such a fool

And that I’ll never ever be a man like you

These bitches got me twisted

What I want y’all to know ’bout me

Since you spend so much time discussing me

Is that I’m a prince mourning my king

And now that he’s gone, I gotta do my thing

My whole life, you were my everything

Without you, I would be nothing

That’s why I wrote this poem for you

I still shed some tears for you

Nowadays, I barely sleep

‘Cause the truth of the matter is

Moving on ain’t easy

To the left, to the left

I remember packing all your stuff in the box on my left

To the right, to the right

Your nickname takes up space on my arm in plain sight

So I don’t want you to ever think that you are replaceable

If I should die tonight, would you miss me

Show up at my funeral in black, eyes misty

The list of folks that would come can’t be that long

But who knows, about this I could be wrong

On the other side, I’ve been an ass my whole life

Running off everyone from my friends to my wife

Feels like I’m at the end of my rope, with no hope

And things just ain’t looking up, now my time is up

The casket is closed, the service is over

With dirt, the grave is filling up

So here lies, me

A son, brother and friend to many

Not much to the world, so much more to a few

A hard man with a soft side very few folks knew

If I should die tonight, what would you call me

Would you look back on our time together and think of me fondly 

I woke up this morning, bitter and cold

My bones ached, my joints cracked, damn I felt old

Why did I wake up this morning?

I woke up this morning from the wildest of dreams

A fairytale land where nothing was as it seemed

That’s why I woke up this morning

I woke up this morning to an unfamiliar life

Minus all my possessions but chock full of strife

That’s why I hate some mornings

I woke up this morning and you weren’t there

The spot where you should be has long sine been bare

I’m so mad I woke up this morning

I woke up this morning and quickly gathered myself

Collected my thoughts, grabbed my notebook from the shelf

I write my best stuff in the morning

I woke up this morning, God knows I didn’t want to

With so much stacked against me, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

But I woke up this morning

(Part 1)

I am a poet!

I’m the last frontier for freedom of expression

I’m like the North Star, giving lost souls a sense of direction

I am a poet!

I’m not here to save your soul from your wicked ways

I just rhyme words and have your neurons firing for 3 days

I am a poet!

This ain’t a hobby, its more like a way of life

Without it, I’d fall on my own sword, take my own life

I am a poet!

Whoever said a poet couldn’t have tremendous swag

I walk around with comp notebooks inside my Gucci bag!

(Part 2)

I am a poet!

My weapon of choice is my mouth or a pen

Step up and I’ll bring your life to a swift end

I am a poet!

I don’t do this here for glory or fame

But to show the world that we’re not the same

I am a poet!

Your vocabulary can’t compare to my vernacular

Everyday, I thank God for a gift so spectacular

I am a poet!

A poet is what a poet does

I rhyme words and do it just because

I am a poet!

(Part 3)

I am a poet!

I’m the new age version of the old school storyteller

I paint pictures with a pen like Norman Mailer

I am a poet!

Lyrical expression is my life, you treat it like a hobby

That’s why my talent’s on the top floor, yours is in the lobby

I am a poet!

My spirit is a part of this, that’s why I get spiritual

But I get my hymns from Him, so it’s not me but He that’s lyrical

I’m not a miracle, I’m a Heaven sent instrument because

I am a poet!

Say what nigga, you want me to suck your dick

You to late this time, that last dude was my last trick

I want to be pretty like them other chicks

I been pimped, played and pushed and now I’m regretting it

What you want with a bitch like me anyway, I ain’t nothing you see

I’m just out here trying to get my fuck on and get back on my luck

You may be my dream man and take care of me

I was taken away from my mama at the age of three

You see she and her mama’s mama’s mama’s mama was just like me

All thrown away by this racist society

Look at me and tell me what do you see

An old dried up trick trying to get that bread from you

Tell me what you see daddy

Do you see your mama, your daughter or perhaps your auntie

Well I am her now what you gonna do

Just bend me over and get this pussy until I’m through

Because that’s all you want anyway

Not some strong black queen with nigga dreams of bused cracked up seems

I’m gone suck you good so you don’t misunderstood my motives and my attentions

Now that we done I hope it was fun, but you just wait and see

I don’t mean to sound blunt, but yo I got HIV