Saturday.

About the game. Don't know about the game? It's cold and calculated, sharp and dull, empty and full.

Fiend for the weed, like I need that tweek,

Jesus Jamie, you lick to the center quick, and I speak:

I got the dank, you got the drank,

So roll another, honey, and flame that stank.

Hip-Hop tapes and champagne, snortin' cane.

I don't care, I'm the next man with the mane.

Indo is how I roll, when I smoke, get stoned, toke again.

Man...this is the point where I'm clouded and faded,

Invaded by the brid, moving on to hits of Sid.

And he's a mean f*****g kid.

 

This little light of mine,

(Let's get high)

I'm gonna let it shine.

 

Jessie James is the man to be,

So I believe in being me, Zacky D.

Johnny Hancock and changing faces,

Doesn't even feel like I'm in the game today,

Blue label vodka with a hundred proof confidence.

I'm spent like twenty-five cents.

I really can't afford this right now,

But I find any way how.

 

This little light of mine

(let's get high)

I'm gonna to let it shine

 

It's like I'm the white Mike Tyson, use to love me.

Now yall love to hate on me, cheat on me, beat on me.

Don't you see?  I know more than I need,

You think you could have ever made me bleed?

I ain't no p***y, mother f****r.

This is on the real, 'cause I'm treal,

Anyone with love, come light a blunt.

Don't hate, I don't or deal with it.

Late.

 

Author's Note

Kinda lame. Had to hurry it up more than I wanted. Rhyming scheme is off, though complicated.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Poor Mike Tyson lost more money then he knows. Good to know finance too. Too many people are willing to rob you of anything valuable. Don't know about Jesse James. Old Grandpa told me. "Never say something stupid. You are accountable for all thing said or done." I like this poem. Myself. I wanted to be like Hemingway. He saw wars and travel the world. He killed himself for he saw too much. I believe. I like the complete poem. A very good ending.
Coyote

[Dushyant Thadani]

For me, not your best work, but still it was quiet entertaining. It kind of reminded me of the work rappers use, forgetting the rhyme. Good work Zackery.

[MichaelsLyric.com]

Nice...lol. And you should upgrade from dank to kush:)

[TAO]

I liked the first verse. It was nice (sick, ill, phat, whatever you wanna call it). Great work. Might have to battle you some time :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

gritty and fierce~ on the surface it may at first appear to be a urban sprawl of game but beneath the hot topic is the personal flare of pain~ damn, you killed me with . . . .

This little light of mine,

(Let's get high)

I'm gonna let it shine.



as a momma that just goes right to the heart like a bullet~

raw and beautiful~ this by far is the one from you that gets right under my skin immediately~for many reasons~