Head in Dutch Clouds

endless tenacity

always maintaining focus

i resist the temptations of instant gratification

i know kids who became adults before they were emancipated

yet they tell me gun violence is overrated

cried on the affidavit, still couldn’t close the case

nothing could save him, not even the Book of David

boy asked the judge why, he didn’t even get a statement

niggas don’t fight no more

niggas don’t fight no more

niggas don’t fight no more

i live in a house without windows

everything is transparent

from the walls to the foundation

the ashes fall from the bluntville as if it were cremated

i got more x’s than an old flame

triple of em’ in my playlist, resting with the highest

i only needed fifteen minutes to make myself a name

aside from the fame this is who i became

someone i don’t even recognize anymore

this animal who behaves unconsciously

this animal who can transform

on Sunday, I’m savage writer

Monday, Khali Raymond

Instagram, Trpy Shvt

Twitter, Simply… Khali.

what are you the rest of the week

where’s the rest of your social media

what are you the rest of the week

Bipolar, Asperger’s PTSD, ADHD

with every year that passes

my success increases exponentially

it gets lonelier, however

friends went astray

never to be seen again

i knew they would depart

i just didn’t want to accept it

girlfriends are no longer my friends

girlfriends are no longer there

girlfriends are no longer

i am just an acoustic pawn programmed to tell poetry

i am just an acoustic pawn programmed to dramatize my depression

blow it out of proportion

however that’s the agony really talking

i’m feeling lifeless inside

i’m just a sleep walker

Sandman don’t gotta bring me any dreams

i’m more woke than he is

i wake up feeling azul,

mala mañana, pollas en vinagre

ni de coña, why even try once all your efforts are fruitless

why even try when you know those lights are about to go out

your entire life, everyone you’ve kept in your corazón are no longer there anymore

it’s all fading to dusk

you’ll never see it again

all you have now are your balls and your words,

shit that you wrote on paper

i got a choice, i stick it out or i get shot

locked up, bummed out on doubt

broke and hustling for a motherfucker who want me out

i’m doing this the legal way,

that’s the only way i know how to

why even try

i will, i must

why even try

i’m no longer listening, i’m silencing the voices

flushing them out, caught up like trout

back is against the ropes, looking to her for support

i wonder which is warmer: her heart or her throat

overlooked like the first slice of bread

i put my head into the clouds

the Dutch clouds

i put my head into the clouds

the Dutch clouds

true heaven is here, i’ve found my afternoon escape

true solace can now be reached,

i don’t have to rely on anyone for it

true heaven, i’ve found it

true heaven, i’ve found it

true heaven, i’ve found it

true heaven, i’ve found it

Heaven, I’ve found it…