Buzzin'

"Sometimes an adult beverage is all you need." -Kazie


Unwind. I'm just fine.

Last Call. The barkeep says that’s a wrap.

Feeling like I’m rocking on a hammock in my backyard.

Paying my bill while trying to locate my Ford.

All smiles, no worries as I head out the door.

If only life was like this feeling.

Well it is, I mean always.

Just rocking back and forth and kicking back with 40s.

While hanging with the crew and partying in the streets.

Walking in this trance of mind. Strolling down the district.

Random flashbacks of tonight’s festivities begin my head flick.

Dancing. Shots. Mingle. And the Charlie Persona.

Laughter. Fun. Biting the lime in my Coronoa.

Jaheim from the block came through for a few.

Gave the 3 finger salute while grasping a Rolling Rock.

Did a few shots with him and few lucky contestants.

I was victorious. Others, well they’re stomach became upsets.

Stumbled upon a game in dark room.

And by stumbled I meant slip n slide mixed with ice.

Poker was the game. Royal Flush. I won $95. Nice.

And this was before I got hot. Twice.

Blue and red buzzing around trying protect the honey.

Cause they know a few DUIs can bring some serious money.

Can you say “Winning?” Not really Sheen…

Gotta be a step ahead protecting my green from the Justice Team.

Hanging out next to the steel fences. Catching my bearings.

Observing the females looking at who’s got the biggest…earrings.

Taking it all in. No high-tech defenses. Just in an Ace mood.

What’s good? A break from the grind and having fun in the hood.

Incognito

"The key battleground in a person's life is usually within themselves." -Kazie


It can be difficult staying true to yourself in this world with all those judging eyes and words of slander and negativity. Sometimes it hits close to home...

For years, I have been judged and ridiculed.

Over-emotional. Silent. Abusive. Angry.

I thought that I was obsolete.

Not fit for this world of elites.

So I hid. In various forms of myself.

Trying to be found instead of being lost.

The tactics and false bravados worked…longer than expected.

Then I asked myself this question.

Why should I try to sound like yall?

I’m not a clone of someone else’s persona.

I was told that I’m not fit for society because of my differences.

Not one of the norm.

Lost.

When you’re a slave to the bizz.

No emotion, no cause, no passion.

Found.

Blessed with your issues and modifying.

Running towards a brand new fashion.

Lost.

Speaking words with no backbone.

Found.

Every word filled with bass, truth, and known.

Lost.

My emotions is a problem.

Locking those away from shedding some light.

Found.

Letting them sore with a Get Out of Jail card.

All of them. With no holds barred.

For years I let myself get judged. Thinking that was a living.

Now I realize that I was just a 2 star movie beginning.

I’m done being the guy afraid of snapping.

If it was meant to happen, then there is no relaxing.

I’m a misguided individual. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Looking for my calling on this rock before I fade to black.

I don’t want to be known as Mr. Right

I rather be the one that knows that I lived my life.

I hid away for far too long. Trying to be a “model citizen”

When all and all, I’m just a ruthless individual.

My anger, emotions, slang, and cold is part of me.

As for you...we shall soon see.