BWB

Bat, bat

The bitch with the bat

Strike and attack

She run up from the back

Run fast! Real fast!

She stay on yo’ ass

Don’t mind lookin’ back 

It won’t change none of that 

She mad, Big mad

She charging yo’ ass

Done made my kid sad

Rage burning with gas 

Smash, crash

Set flame to her path 

She whopping that ass

When my peace is attacked

Peeped this, peeped that

She not gone ask 

Just pulled up all black

When my mind on that track

It’s me, it’s her

It’s my fucking world

I’m protecting my brat

Called my bitch with a bat

I like your monster
-m

I’m on the hunt for the Holy Grail.

Don’t know what ‘enough’ is.

I’ll always chase my crown.

Put me on the path to success and

Watch me run that mutha’fucka’ down.

feels like 

Can you fear fearlessness?

Fearlessness feels like doing it anyways.

It feels like jumping in.

It feels like trying. Hard. 

And failing a harder. 

But fearlessness, to be honest,

Mostly feels like Life. 

And imagine if I feared that?

-M

Tell me who you are.

Don’t let them play you.

They’re certainly trying.

When my Afro boards a plane,

My ancestor’s souls soar.

I love it when we’re high.

She deserves to see the world

from another perspective;

her own;

first hand;

live.

-M

4c
Even at my lowest,
I was soaring.

He walked me over to the ledge,

to show me the view.

The horizon was so stunning. Breathtaking. I hardly noticed the hand on my back.

Free falling from his push. Damn.

I always thought I’d fight for my life in a situation like this.

But even in my plummet, my gaze was locked on the sunset.

I was silent. Rather,

Voiceless.

Airless.

Empty. 

It all flew out of me. My sounds were stolen by gravity’s pull.

Couldn't scream if I wanted to.

Even as he told the crowd, I jumped. Even as he convinced them he only tried to save me.

Never trust the Self-Proclaimed Prophet;

Their vision is selfishly skewed.

Every time they’ll push you down for a better view.