have a ton of pride
snapped cops shot
him heave outta zoom

lean black
take sack
know weight that s his cream

love irish

take kak, weebles dim seem

conditioning expectation of homeless crimes
sunday's no bus service or funds for transit
los angeles is not this way
must walk to church gutter and be denied entry into frame of church


no probation still this is the policy of budget

alexandria?

barack?

this is literate to you both?

the electronic management system of homeless information?

the viability of death metrics?

check mate

this already went to press

im the journalist

your the choice of illiterate

the exposure to elements and deranged people with advantageous
means to measure us into corners, that is some harsh coping skills
when living out of a body bag

protest what? the sag?  the people in cars?

its whatever comes at you, you deal with and back into the body bag

so today, this morning a guy exposed himself
i immediately reported him
i have no comment for the ill people whom will seek to create more words investigating the sunshine loss of medicine upon me......

this is the non profits admins approach to justification of allowance.....

these are high crimes, defined in war crimes tribunals

then ali calls said we going to war
gotta sign up then its hit
cant process writ
this the mandate
born in a military
my escapes a route
travels in ink, thats the tour
of my confessions
telling y'all came out of texas
now the graves, of providence
don't call me roads, the west points
a profession

this the 451st reason you full of doubts
my procurements, stix like flix
no drums, waters flakes to mis trials
tribunal, no becka, love ya becka r
she rates like loves a sista's jew

im civil affairs, hook aint up
down to the bart
violations, civil rights lines
wecome to brewster poets
no pennie, all loafers
kick it, on my so fought in dials

im reps full of colonia, elbows up

hangle aint lied out loud
ventura avenue gangsters
give me new york

tattle end battle, irish **** rattle
tuck it up im air force in
chin dent checks
refered once prison all meat
holsters end badge
cant catch weeks, all budget penny taped deck tap

staunch, preperation, hissed at dat tia
tio no compensario's
muerta's in the kerchief
that a flip down at the seems
santa clara, my rivers a mount,mount, mouth

suffer, mount mount calle lil calmate


more defiant than a compliant shelf
check bookin
cry lil sister, lost boys, west side night owls

grit like blisters your fame'ing
no *69 its you dew up states crankin hemi's

d.o.c anti up badgers the kleenex

but she not literate yet
stop slobbering
civil rights act for earth need your ink backs

you not even allowed
to be a grown up
the jay z?

white pampers wife got plummaged by the raiders

209 dead brothers in his district, try he a brothers wisdom
no understand work for poverty inhales

sasha they a tried the reading, tyresse people he a beautiful accelerator

Jay-Z.
5C.
Poetry.
Listen to Me.
It’s only a Dream.
On.

Brooklyn’s hometown brother
Raised by his single mother
Many said he didn’t stand a chance
Dealing crack *******
Doing the gang dance

Roc-A-Fella
Top Seller
Rapping acapella
Crafty story teller

Reaching for interstellar heights
Under the bright, bright lights
No longer in the darkness of night
Affecting crowds with great delight

He is in everyone’s favour
A pop culture icon and a savior
He had certainly been put to the test
Now living a life of great success
He has triumphed, He has been blessed
He stands proud and tall above all the rest

Backstage Drake show,
don’t know how I got here,
heart beats *******,
feel every feeling except fear,

at Drake’s last show,
of The Boy Meets World Tour,
backstage without a backstage pass,
how the heck did I get here?

Life so blessed,
there’s no need for a backstage pass,
always All Access,
no matter where on this atlas,

facts facts facts,

everybody misbehaving,
no one knows how to act,
on our worst behavior,
wish we could bring **** Back,

actually,
can barely believe we exist,
and all of the quotes I wrote,
are starting to sound like a To Do List,

my God what type of life is this,

in first place,
which wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place,
how the Hell did I end up,
backstage at a show hosted by Drake,

how’d I get picked for first place VIP,
when I wasn’t even close to being a First Round Draft Pick,
how can I live a life so viciously victorious,
at the same time terribly tragic,

I don’t know,
just know it all happened like magic,
like that’s it,
like going from being an anonymous to an A-List actress,

beats bumping heart pumping,
sold my heart but kept my soul intact,
and if want a seat at the table,
all you have to do is ask,

go ahead,
let’s make this a conversation
but if you run your mouth too long,
I might start running out of patience,

and then you’ll lose your chance and your placement,
just saying,

just finished another world tour,
Boy Meets World 2017,
on this wild ride like a rodeo with OVO,
only one word to describe this and that’s “Amazing.”,

backstage Drake show,
don’t know how I got here,
heart beats *******,
feel everything except fear,

at Drake’s last show,
of The Boy Meets World Tour,
backstage without a backstage pass,
how the heck did I get here?…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

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Kanye Got Got

Well I guess They got Kanye,
I suppose They’ll get me too one day,
and I can try but can’t get away,
because They get everyone eventually,

hundred years ago we were all playing flutes,
we’re all guilty as charged even without proof,
and then we play ourselves that’s the truth,
because those in control have nothing to prove,

They pull up the trains and tell us to move,
get to your job gotta quota to fill,
these politicking capitalists are making me sick,
and maybe I’m one too and that’s why I feel ill,

but I’m better than that getting better in fact,
and that’s why my cup overrunneth when filled,

to the brim ballin’ all in,
swimming in sin still blessed as Mary The ******,

first programmed device was invented in Baghdad,
but we’re all caught up in these narcissistic sentiments,
we’re in The Greatest Time in Human History,
and all you can think is the narcissistic thought that “I’m sad”,

Yeah we’re all sad,
and that’s our own fault,
got me mad as a cam in Baghdad,
which I guess was the results,
of being over optimistic with bad math,
and being on the war path with a sadistic cult,

but what’s the cult called,
does it even have a name,
and how’d it get Kanye,
and what’s it gotta do with Jay?

Well I guess They got Kanye,
I suppose They’ll get me too one day,
and I can try but can’t get away,
because They get everyone eventually…

∆ LaLux ∆

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