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What I am is a alone.

just the way I like it. I won’t fight it. I DON’T NEED YOU!

What I am is alone.

An uninhabitable island confined to just myself as the company I keep. I am the I in TEAM. The singular focus of a one track mind. Me, myself and mine.

What I am is alone.

The ranger of lone, No family, no friends, no one to call my own. Family became the enemy so it’s best that I just leave them be. In order for me to be I have to keep them away from me. Life is a hard road and it’s only I who travels with me. I have no one else, There is only me.

What I am is FREE

Free to be me because I have nobody to be the weight on me. Pulling me under, Deeper I go, away from the man I know. Discovering self and not who they want me to be. Imma be me, imma be free. imma roam the earth doing whats exciting to me. Alone. No need for a partner, no need for a team. THINK ABOUT THIS, Who’s gonna go harder than me at my own dream? So why would I let the world dictate my life? For this I pay that price.

What I am Is ME.

ME who is free to be whatever god intends me to be. A poet who writes what he feels. A poet who is real and might I add has crazy sex appeal (lol). When this pen moves, the ME is free, the ME is my soul that is free when pen hits paper. Words illuminate the world and souls corrupted, so leave ME to be what I am…. uninterrupted.
WHAT i AM IS A POET!

its the return of that nigga who spit lines with vigor. The equivalent of nas, drake and jigga…add on a bigga like that bed stuy nigga. It’s unbelievable how i flow. I’m unbeatable, after me you shouldn’t go. Just put the mic down and walk away from it slow. with this pen i’m sinning. the sh*t I have written would make a devout christien wanna question his religion. lyrically i been given, a licence to kill and i’m aiming at you rappers, fire shots at will. I’m sick with the words, got me spitin like i’m ill, got you sick to you stomach throwing up at will. You can take a pill, but still you will feel, the affects that will linger this infection gets meaner. The fire and brimstone will rain upon thee when i’m mad enough to spit a verse… biblically. Like thou shall not fu*k with sinister PLEASE, or thou shall be stoned for sin’s against me. this be my saddam and gomorrah flow, it’s over for any one thinking that their colder then the winter snow. i’m hotter than a projects in the winter, with the stove on. and anyone who says otherwise is getting rolled on. when I roll past in the hooptie with the all tented glass, and this shotgun blast past……..RICKY!!!! If you don’t know the name of sinister, Then I have just clued ya. REMEMBER THIS VERSE…..sinister will do it to ya, I’M WARNING YOU “boyz in the hood”…SHOTGUN=BOOYA

lol…..imma stop. remember i’m not a rapper. but if I was I would be your favorite

She is one of one, and their are many. many women in the world, yes there are plenty. Thick waist, pretty face, man those features do tempt me. I’ve had my fill this summer but for some reason I feel empty. Empty because I lost the blessing heaven sent to me. Empty as I peer into eye’s o plenty. Yet I’m so full of regret. I regret the day that we met, because ever since that day your eye’s I haven’t been able to forget. I miss her sooo much it’s not a game. Her eye’s are the reason I can’t remember these other girls names. setting across this table from her, wishing it was you. ALL THIS GIRLS orbiting me, and all I want is to inhabit you.

GOD why can’t I let her go? I keep trying but I keep lying to myself because my feeling for her are stronger than iron. It’s depressing how i’m stressing over our past sessions. It’s apparent I have not learned my lesson. She broke my heart bad…ain’t this a bitch? she broke it so bad it’s impossible for any one but her to fix. And I keep comparing all of them to you. There is no comparison. They can’t measure up to you. So what am I to do? HOW CAN I FREE MYSELF FROM YOU?

I can’t move on, yet I can’t go back. I want her but she don’t want me……guess i gotta deal with that. so I entrench myself in woman after woman, different hues of skin, different eye’s to peer in. different body’s to lust. STILL ITS NOT ENOUGH.

All these girls, All these worlds to get lost in yet I always find a way to miss you.
All these girls, All these worlds to get lost in yet I always find a way to miss you.

I REALLY HATE THIS BIT*H!

extended periods of love making……
theres not enough time in a day.
I NEED A WEEK! 8 hour shifts/40 hours a week. Please give me overtime.
other girls were a job……THIS WOMAN is a career!

I know i’m ready for what this is destined to be. If other girls were a job, Then this women is a career to me. This never seem like work, when you love something you will do it for free. We’re not quite in love yet, but I love that you want to spend every waking moment around me. I know I’m ready for what this is destined to be. I know I want it to be just you and me. I’m tired of these part time women that don’t pay very well. I worked the hell out those jobs, those dead end job. a couple jobs i was fired from, but most of them I quite. I just up and left because the bosses were dicks. I didn’t even care enough to give them 2 weeks notice and sh*t. I went the solo route, you know “entrepreneur” I got my own business right for a while i wasn’t working with ya’ll. I emerged as a boss with more knowledge and foresight. I foreseen the coming of this queen in my dreams. She wants to employ me, but doesn’t want to be the boss of things. This is a joint venture, a partnership, a 50/50 split. A boss standing next to a boss, we on some CEO sh*t. She’s focused on her goals, and i’m focused on mine. But we always find time to tell each other whats on our mind. I miss her when she’s away, and I cherish her when she’s near. I won’t work for anyone but you my dear. ARE YOU READY? Together we could be a monopoly. Together there would be no stopping WE. I know I’m ready for what this is destined to be. Your the career I been looking for which is a lifetime to me. So to the girls that were jobs….THANKS FOR FIRING ME!
Lets take over the world just you and me….your the CEO of my heart, come corporate takeover ME!

I’M READY FOR WHAT THIS IS DESTINED TO BE!

special thanks to all the models. Be sure to look for Jewle-krystals Donz & Divas.

For all inquiries photography, videography etc, contact Eugene Woody at woodmillion@gmail.com

This the finished product! very inspirational if you ask me. Once again I would like to thank tha real and untamed talent for the opportunity. Be sure to look out for more in the future. ENJOY!!!!!

she just made every other woman irrelevant. She just made every conversation heaven sent. She made me sit up and take notice. I’m paying attention. It’s the subtle details in the things you tell me. I’m holding on to the words. Pay attention to the words. Ignore the beauty. This is the most beautiful conversation ever! When we speak, We speak of the future. Never will she Speak of the past and her past Relations…..She’s Passed that. It’s too early in this to speak of love, But to late to turn back. Words so soft as silk that tickle the tunnel of my ear, to the drum. I hear you! I feel your words….I’m sprung! Using my whenever minutes to hear you talk about whatever. I don’t care what the topic is. Spending hours on the phone. Night turns to day, Still we chirp like the birds in the trees as the sun rise’s. I don’t want to hang up. She educates me about things I never knew. I give her a new world view. We grow stronger. Our conversation gets deeper. Secrets are shared. The skeletons in our closets see the light of day. I’m closer to you than skin. Pigment in. Bone marrow deep. I trust her with my life. We are best friends. She knows my ATM pin, But wouldn’t spend a dime. She can have it all in due time. I never felt like this. But than again I never met a woman that speaks directly to me. Every word to me. She looks into my soul instead of looking right thru me. Speaks directly to my heart, instead of talking at me. GOD SHE MAKES ME HAPPY! Our conversations go from serious to silly to sappy. Lengthy and lustful. My voice gets deeper when she giggles. My voice gets deeper when I mention how she looks in that blue sun dress. I love how she knows i’m bitting my lip when I say it. “stop licking them lips” she would say. “lick them for me” I reply. I love when she give’s me that moan of approval. She waits for my grunt of aggression. Our tell signs of affection. All I want to hear is you in my ear. I DON’T CARE WHAT THE WORLD HAS TO SAY…just you! She Beautiful, and her conversation. GOD, let her never stop talking to me.

Evil.....just evil!

The reason I don’t sleep is because i’m afraid I won’t wake. I used to stay up all night and stare at my ex-girlfriends face (creepy lol). I’m not afraid to fail, I’m just afraid of not trying. I’m afraid of wrinkled clothes and of not having an iron. I’m not afraid of being alone, I’m afraid of being together and unhappy. I’m not afraid of being vulnerable in front of a woman, I’m just afraid she will laugh at me (eww u ugly when u cry). I’m not afraid to tell you my secrets, I’m just afraid you will use them against me. I’m afraid to answer my door like “who is it?” and they respond “the devil sent me”. I’m not afraid to lend people money, I just afraid they won’t pay it back. Now i’m afraid i’ll have to beat you with this baseball bat (A-Rod on um). I’m afraid of HIV, But i’m not afraid of raw sex. But I’m not afraid to stop in the heat of the moment and say “hold on lil mama! let me get that latex”. I’m afraid of having flaws while pretty girls are hanging around. For some reason it’s always the pretty girls that love to put everyone down (they just really insecure). I’m afraid of big girls because they try to punk skinny guys. They be like “come here u skinny muthaphuka, Let me get them fries” (don’t play with my food woman). I’m afraid to like ciara because everybody said she was born a man. I’m afraid of lady gaga because……well, she’s lady gaga (thats reason enough). I’m afraid of skinny jeans, and pum-pum shorts on men (please I don’t wanna see your “situation”). I’m not afraid of 2012 and the world coming to an end (well, maybe a little bit). I’m afraid of eating watermelon and chicken in front of white people (LOOK AT HIM. HE LOVES IT, LOL). I’m afraid of shaking hands with the sanitation man (chill, pour bleach on them things homie). AND YES! I’M AFRAID OF THE KOOL-AID MAN (ANYBODY YELLS “OH YEAH” I’M SHOOTIN THEM). I’m afraid of being ashy. I’m afraid of being LAME. I’m not afraid to be corny (wait! ain’t corny and lame the same?). I’m not afraid to die, I’m just afraid not to live. I want to see the world and raise a couple of kids. I wanna be in love, get married, and grow old together like my grand-parents did. There are a lot of things i’m afraid of, and there’s a lot of things i’m not. Why am I afraid of the light and not afraid of the dark? Truth be told, the only thing i’m afraid of….IS GOD! I fear no man, I fear no squad. I fear nobody. I’m fearless you see. I hope this little poem gave you some incite on me.