#b_lloyd

Because I perform what I write.

The grimmy, the gully, the nigga in all black with the murderers skully. The OG that gave his lil homie the sherm stick. The skeezah poppin babies out just to pay bills. The cop that raped her. The 80 hour worker who's girls tongue is like a razor. The landlord who charge 1 day late fee's but won't give you heat, he rather let you freeze. The angst of the future conversation with your lil man about the birds and bees. The nigga you don't respect tryna tell you the difference tween the bitch niggas and real G's. Your outlook is bleak like you hacked Memphis email. You got trust issues you don't trust females. You can't give them all the details but every relationship derails... just before your exit. You live die repeat just to beat it. You never do. You write down your dreams looking for real life answers. You call on your inner serenity but nobody answers. You find your Solis being surrounded By exotic dancers. The reality of having beautiful women in your vicinity and ignoring them makes you feel like you control your inhibitions. You write constantly getting smoother with your transitions. More comfortable with your transgressions. More free with your lyrical progressions. More fluid with your metaphorical connections. Less abstract in your literary directions. But You write in the dark. Even tho you not right in the dark. Daydream about your next writings, open your eyes and you right in the dark. You alright in the dark.