A man is He that understands his mistakes, and admits to a change needed in his life, resulting in everlasting acceptance. - AHKMEL PHAROD. This Blog will serve as an Emotional Journal, it will capture my life as an entity articulately, artistically, soulfully, rhythmically and last but not least Poetically. I welcome you to relate, relax and receive me as open as you possibly can.
The Rebirth of Fashion
When fashion takes a break it sits down and takes a picture.
Friday, November 16, 2007
No Home Cooking
Verse 1)
Been there
Cop’d that
Sold weed
Then crack
2 4 5’s Red tops
Followed by Black
Chop Chop
Tap tap
The mirror was
Used for this then that
Reflections of a man stacked
Dollar bill White lines I packed
Two days later
I’m tapped
Re’upd
to free up
another pack of that
“Who’s the Mack”
1 Thou 2 Thou
3 Thou Became Wow
All in one week
no smile
No eye contact no pound
Just that burna
That would air ya out
Stepping before looking
Will get you
Air’d tha fuck out
in Brooklyn
no wake no funeral
no home cooking
told you before
how I do shit
all night long with
- No Home Cooking -
(Verse 2)
Now that my money’s right
I need to get that illah
Killah chick that will fillah
A pair of Von Doch jeans
And treat my Diddick like a Milla
Cuz I’m Genuine
Do the math
That realla niggah
From the street no gorilla
Gonna keep me from my triggah
or my girl like Reggie Miller
I will Knicka ur Bocka
Detatch your Door Knocka
then black and blue you
quick on that Blocka Blocka
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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