Some old school hip hop and my new school haiku poems, Future is balance.
Why do we have wars? What is the point any more? Why must children die?
3 X marks the spot We are Generation Porn. Sex is only truth.
Advertisement hell, Some say God Bless USA, Damn America.
You can’t bring me down, All because I love myself and control ego.
A year is a dream some turn into a nightmare, Every day can count.
A cup of coffee, and lots of marijuana, relate to content.
A 50 ounce beer, Rest in Peace my long lost pal, So many miss you.
Gentrification is a cruel truth to hear. We are all guilty.
We have been lied to. Medicine neds to feel good. Money is evil.
Supress emotion and soon anger will rise, Anger is hot coal.
Riots in the street No not for our civil rights, for a dollar off.
A murderer won Machiaveli is proud, Ignore Irony.