Playboy Jones.

Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should.

Maybe ignorance is truthfully a bliss. Maybe I’m ignorant for saying that. Maybe I’m a nigga so it’s ok to be that.

Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I couldn’t. Maybe I could.

I would hate to believe that we were meant to follow the rules that were set by the average man for the lesser man. I would hate to believe that war brings peace and peace brings love and love brings unity. I would hate to believe in anything if it was that.

Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I wouldn’t. Maybe I would.

New Town Pt. II

I’ve been organizing the chaos in this hallway that we all call life.

I’ve been trying to walk down here for years now. Everyone is always staring.

I only like when the pretty girls stare, it makes me feel comfortable. It makes me feel like winking, but that’s as corny as it sounds.

So I’m still walking.

Down this hallway.

Hoping to find.. I don’t know, maybe a pretty girl to make me feel comfortable, to make it seem ok to wink.

New music. Max volume type thang.

It sounds scary, but it’s actually exciting.

It makes you appreciate your silhouette when there’s nobody else around to drink with you.

There’s nothing wrong with dancing with the devil, when you both have good footwork & love the song that’s being played.

I normally don’t interrupt my demons duet they sing every Friday night, but tonight I feel like partying.

& I don’t want to party alone.