Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
Of all the things I could have been but came up short. So many shattered dreams ultimately became my fault. No time to dream. Things aren’t what it seem. My shortcut mentality only registered short term results. Maybe one day I’d find the courage to plan better instead of dwelling on what should have been
The turmoil, the pain and suffering of a long distance relationship with strings attached. When a boy is considered being thirsty. Maybe he’s actually being a man. FaceTime Bling https://itunes.apple.com/us/post/idsa.76f47263-76c3-11e5-ad28-8822e79f57de Drake’s “Hotline Bling” Video FaceTime Bling (Drake’s “Hotline Bling” plays in the background) Spaced out and in a trance, Brutha reflects, relates and jots down his
This is fo the bitch azz muthaphucka that had the audacity to call the next nicca askin questions about a Brutha and their girl. Questions like. What you be callin fo? Why you be textin her, though? What’s goin on wit you and my girl? Listen up lil bitch, I’m only gonna say it once. Anytime you
His picture captured her attention but it was his words that obtained her arousal. Lady stood in the background deep within the shadows of the room finally mustering enough courage to let him know that the boom-boom effect exists. The Boom-Boom Effect On the 1st night she greeted him at the door wearing a wife
At the tender age of four she was molested, raped and held captive for four days. During that time her stepfather taught her how to ride the pony and showed her rodeo tricks while balancing her on his third leg. He taught her how to hold her breath and how to breathe through her nose.
Her 90 Day Rule Before I Can Smash? FOREPLAY As I approach my 4th year of celibacy my birthday and yet another holiday pass, the emptiness and the loneliness begin to set in and grow. So, I dream of a White Christmas minus the snow. You are my Alaye (A-lay-he), God has blessed me… I
Stay Away Little Girl Run Away Little Girl (I can do bad all by myself) Run little girl, run little girl, run, run. (I can do bad all by myself) Run little girl, run little girl, run, run. (I don’t think you can hear me though) Run little girl, run little girl, run, run. (Well, let me explain
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 