Down Hill Slope

How much does one
have to
“give back,”
before the world turns,
before niggas learn,
before the crutch
can be removed, &
niggas can live on
their own 2—
hoppin’ on the backs of
me, you, ADC, WIC, & excuses
of baby daddy fools.

If you
lay with a fool,
doesn’t that make you
a fool too???
Yo’ Nabraska…
yoooouuuuu stooooopid!!

But on the real
how much dope can one
deal before they find
another ticket to
make a “mil”….a “meal”
ticket? Right?
How much can you
smoke & drink
before you find
your so-called 3rd eye

Fuck that!

How much can I take?
before I break,
before the life in me
expires—
the fire of
“doing this”
has steadily been
declining, & no
rewind button
can take me back
to the days when
this was
fresh, and new.
Too many
unpaid dues,
too many
features,
where I had to scream
to get through,
too many days,
hustlin’, strugglin’, jugglin’:
a stage, promotions, sales,
websites, web pages, message boards,
bills, life, & a job—
still with no wife….

damn nabraska,
you startin’ to depress me;
someone said you were uplifting….

Well—they lied!!

I done tried, I done cried
Taalam told u,
there’s a market 4 niggas
& all u did was
go and get fried….

maybe uncle ruckus
got it right—
Praise White Jesus!!