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

Four letters, one emotion, infinite power

Power to make mountains out of mole hills, make heroes out of cowards

They say Red Bull gives you wings but I tend to disagree

If you have love in your life, you’ll truly be set free

We pay homage to bullshit, perpetrate like it matters

But when you recognize what’s real, all illusions will shatter

This doesn’t solely to infatuation, but love of any type

Like the love one has for their family or how I love to write

Four letters, one emotion, the strongest of them all

Can bring a giant to his knees, make the strongest man fall

Love’s a four letter word like shit and fuck

But its the driving force in our lives, far ahead of luck

Because life can be empty without that four letter word

It’s absence can make you drop like a stone, it’s presence can make you fly like a bird