INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

I feel like, these girls are A.M. and I'm F.M. We not on the same frequency baby what's that you playing? Tell me what is your station, tell me girl what you saying? I'd fly a spaceship and orbit the moon to find your wavelength. I mean is it hip hop, r&b, or Jazz? Cause I would dance country to pony up on your ass.  I mean damn, cause all I get is static? WZUP with your heart, girl can I have it?  I will preset your vibe to my ride so that when you start me up, I know you come on automatic.  About 102 Jams I would like to play for you, 93.5 times that I would go back in the day with you, Or is it more that I should K-ROQ with you? Stairway to heaven is to get all on top of you. Come and spend the night we can hear the quiet storm, Sitting by the fire with the music to keep us warm. I been calling all day to get through to your line, Trying to win these tickets to your love, make you mine. Jodeci on my mind, All I can think of is you freaking me. ...

Damn it feels good to be in love again, Loving when, we get to kissing, and touching, and making love again. Come on in and close the door let me help you take your coat off, I know my baby been working all day go ahead and take a load off. You so soft, rubbing your shoulders while dinner cooks, Give you time to relax, read some pages from your book. She's nerdy and I like that, thick glasses and thick asses. Yoga pants and baby tee I squeeze it right as she passes. She laughs it’s, not disrespect because she likes it, She put on them tight ass pants because she knows her man will like it. Excited, glad to have her home for the weekend, Give her whatever she wants, good food, and conversation. And don't forget the sensation, the sexual stimulation, Like I'm the only brother with oil, she has to fill up at my station. But I gotta practice patience, because she loves it when I chase, Romance requires some flirtation blowing kisses to her face...

Standing on the platform of the subway waiting for my train to come, Watching the crowd move around me, everyone is on the run. Shades over my eyes, to help cover the lies, We avoid contact, no need for interaction in our lives. Took a seat next to a young brother dressed as a male nurse, He said "People always look at me like I should holding a purse". As if the thought was on his mind for sometime which he rehearsed. I said "the people don't know much, ignorance is a curse. Like you gotta sell dope, to be considered to be dope. Media thrives off destruction, no money in selling hope". He nodded his head and said, "My brother you deep, What do you do for a living, I like the way that you speak"? "I'm an assassin with words, a murderer with verbs, A gangster with the nouns, a criminal with a curse. Writing weekly blogs that hopefully shatter the earth, Exposing all that's real until they see my worth". ...