Fool

Catch a fool and bump his head…Tread lightly on the lines of truth…While taking advantage of the truth letting loose different forms of abuse…The juice just ain’t worth the squeeze…Chopping down trees bringing the innocent down to there knees…

It disgust me how people misuse trust…Ready to go fist to cuffs…But if I’m the first to bust people would look at me as if I went nuts…And the only point I was trying to prove is that “Enough is a Enough”…

Ya see everybody plays the fool…Some keep they cool and play by the rules but others despise being screwed and get the tool…I choose to walk alone instead of suffering the company of a fool…

The fool suffers from repeats and incompletes…Not in tune with life’s rhythm so they stay off beat embracing miss beliefs…Mocking the wise when they speak…Content with just one fish a day to eat…

The fool feeds his soul with false claims using trickery and mind games to support there unfounded fame…Pointing the finger of blame to save there name forgoing the shame that follows…

The fool is as hollow as the empty bottle the drunkard used to find relief…Instead of peace the fool will cook up beef with all the negative propaganda they release into the streets blowin that hot air heat…

Only the fool can play both sides of the fence…Knowledge doesn’t appear to get through to them so we call them dense…It all make sense when I look in my high standard lens and witness the fool benefit for not knowing shit…

The fool is counterfeit…Carbon copy of strength pushing their fraudulent ways…Goon level but they flex like they made…Should get a theatrical award for how they perform on stage…The lengths they will go never cease to amaze me…You want to know how I feel about’em…Fagaziy …

I’m yawning on these jokers tactics like I’m lazy…Will you lead them across the burning sands?…Maybe…Spreading through the mic the will to fight…I’m rabies…Vicious attacks on these fools I chew’em up and spit’em out they the aftermath like Haiti

Conversations with Myself 24

Everythang I purchase would be worthless if I bought it for you…Same thing goes for the thangs I say and do…I stay true to my comrades but usually past on the fads…I see through some of these cats like glass…Take away there source and they’ll break…Feeding off of real nigga traits…Not saying that they fake but they want to be associated so they can skate…I never been a monkey I was born an Ape…Silver back like I come straight from Grey Stoke jack…I wear several hats so I could relapse and pimp my act off the back of the addict or confuse the game and come straight from the attic…Traumatic as this maybe the roots of the tree grow deep…I’m aware of the judicial system but I prefer to hold court in the streets…I can’t sleep…Cause it doesn’t matter friend or foe they all want a piece…A piece of your grind…A piece of your time….Until all you want is a piece of mind….Since love is blind we’ll miss the signs…Let loved ones cross the line till we fall from successful back to tryin…Now I ain’t said nothing new this here is an old rhyme…But this is a message that’s rejected by over half of my kind…Leaving them on the side lines riding the pine…We’ve forgot what it truly means to shine…We’ve taken the faith out of ourselves and put it into the durability of jewelry, cars and fine vines…Thoughts are cloudy from the wine and the convincing cries of the folks that don’t want you to shine

Purpose

I’m on both sides of the fence because it’s a short gate…I’m well rounded because I accept the love and the hate…The world is master minded so it’s your choice to participate and exercise your given right to regulate…What’s your purpose? Are you only here to hurt this or you come bringing gifts…Do you want to see me hit or miss I need to know so I can prepare for this and I hope you catch my drift…Some folks purpose is to expose the wrong doing of others to support their own personal goals…Some just want to play their role and turn their nose to the outcome of non-action…I met one whose purpose seemed to be to complain about never gaining traction…Half the women I met are drama queens…Never made it to the big screen but it’s evident their purpose was acting…It was clear that my guy’s purpose was JUST to be a man…He never owned any land but he dam sure controlled where he stand…There was this brainiac and he was the best at making plans but his purpose was twofold cause he was sick with being the fan of others so I just call him Stan…Then there was this joker who was all about self…Slick motherfucker who made you believe you were combining resources to obtain wealth…But at the end of the day it was only him…NOBODY else…He just wanted the belt…Or should I say the title…There was no better feeling in the world to him than to have others honor him as an idol…I also ran across Mr. Recital…He never moved forward…Always remained idle…But gave an accurate account of events…

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What’s good kinfolk?…I’m going “all in” with my concept “Broken Thoughts” and my litarery career…I am pleased to announce that my first spoken word project is complete and avaliable…If interested in a copy please follow the link under blog roll.

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Sincerely,
Ken Jones (All’s Well)

“Choice”

I choose the lesser of the two evils…At times negative is the only thing at the door to greet you so I keep to my resolve cause the affect of non-action could bring about a fall and for my journey to come to an end would be colossal…Now a days I’ve taken on the attitude of entitled…Not that I am it’s just the tactics of my rivals…I sit idle as they consciously drain the well…Swell deep with regret not from being unable to prevent the hell but because I know better and I allowed the truth to be jailed…It’s easy to accept the mind state “O’Well” until we see the affects and finally realize that we failed…Then we scramble to try and make it right…Nose in the air because the new focus is the “Righteous” life…Ready to throw the rice to signify commitment to this new cause…Appalled at the fact that others who choose to stay more in tune with life couldn’t care at all…Forcing views and opinions…Forcing submission all in the same breath saying freedom of choice was the best gift that was given…I choose to live…I choose not to look at what it supposed to be but how it is…I choose the road less traveled were truth of self can be unraveled…I choose what is hard and what has caused many scars I honestly choose to be me…Free of the bondage from a judgmental eye…Free from the weight of a discouraging sigh…Free to be me, me, me because that is “I”…I stand erect with my head held high…Even when I fail I get up and try…I prove them wrong when their dead set on being right…I blend in throughout the day and raise hell at night…I enjoy the pleasures of a woman and I must satisfy my appetite…If an injustice has been done I will fight…I will fight…I’d rather walk alone than suffer the company of a fool…And I refuse to be under a female tyrants rule…Choices are hard especially in this world that is so cruel and unforgiving…God willing I’ll be blessed on my choices, decisions and how I’m living…