Bumblebee- OH, Bumblebee- How the fuck did you get trapped in a submarine? There’s no where to go – There’s no where to go – There’s no sunshine down here this far below – You fucked up down here this deep, Bumblebee – OH, Bumblebee – OH, Bumblebee – What do you see? A reflection of a world w/o you - Mean that’s the end of ME? – The world’s most important global citizen – OH, Bumblebee – the future is not ours to see – But death – is a sleeping contest that will Sooner affect you – and result in the end of ME- OH, Bumblebee – you didn’t think it through – MAN, DUDE – Now you’re fish food – ocean debris – 20, 000 Leagues under the sea – Bout to end up a corpse – in a submarine – When aliens decide to explore – E. A. M. – (Earth After Man) – Earth w/o interference of man his Presence was a nuisance – he a novice That the universe watched them exhaust themselves W/o the bees so nature has begun to thrive again – And what will they discover?- What will they see?- A carcass of a bee – Found in a submarine – Bumblebee – OH, Bumblebee – How the fuck DID you get trapped in a submarine? There’s no where to go – There’s no where to go – There’s no sunshine down here this far below – You fucked up down here this deep, Bumblebee OH, Bumblebee – OH, Bumblebee – What do you see? – A reflection of a world w/o you – Mean that’s the end of ME? –

I felt the magic and you didn’t – I felt the magic and you didn’t – We are two continents attracted to Each other yet afraid to collide – I love her and she loves him – You just plugged into me and drained me – We had an old internet dial up love That took too long to connect – I told her I love you and she replied, “Why haven’t you seen any of my Instagram stories?” – I want her to love me and she she just Wants to make love to me AND love him – (2x) She said, “If you choking me and The dick ain’t good, I’m calling the cops!!!” (3x) I’m calling the cops – I’m calling the cops – I’m calling the cops – I’m often the bad day you press play You kept reliving that keeps on Giving – (2x) Turned pain into power – If anything – I’m everything and very Aware that I’m rare – I use to wonder how a story can bring joy as All lives end and the world chips away @ Everything – life is killing us in increments This Hell is ME – but if you’re lucky – There’s bright spaces between the loss But none walk away unscathed – When I was a kid – I saw this school play About the life of Picasso where There was a scene in a gallery show That went like Kid A: It’s the work of a genius!!! Kid B: It’s the work of a nut!!! Audience: HA HA HA HA HA!!! Of course with the benefit of Hindsight – we see Kid B was on The wrong side of history And this mistake will not be Made again moving forward – History is the fiction we invent to Persuade ourselves that events Are knowable and that life has Order and direction – In hindsight, the audience probably Emphasized with the second kid And I being the outlier – Yeah, people are climbing over themselves To be Kid B – Kid B got the big laughs right now He laughs a lot and in the end, It’s all he ever got – I think when aliens pick over the rubble That was once the human race and Try to determine what happened? They’re just gonna come to the conclusion that we consciously committed Suicide – I wanted her to love me and Right after she wants to Make love to me and love him – She said, “If you choking me and the Dick ain’t good, I’m calling the cops” – She said, “If you choking me and the Dick ain’t good, I’m calling the cops” – I’m calling the cops – I’m calling the cops –

I am the end of the world The end of the world The end of the world The alarm clock that overslept – You bear witness – The Jenny Craig headless helicopter Ejector seat won’t sweat less stress Weight loss reservation – The road work ahead ahead – it’s hashtag havoc – Never dwell on your undone – I am the end of the world – The shark in the lava undiluted – That got kicked out of Barnes and Noble Moving the Bible to the fiction section – I am the end of the world – In Washington – You bear witness since the rat infestation Started in the in the White House while you – @ your family Bar-B-Q in early July Celebrating America’s concentration camps On the border for kids in cages w/ the same casual indifference – most Share for the homeless – criminalized War on the poor arrested in Vegas For sleeping on the street And a $1000 dollar fine rendered Toothless only if a shelter’s full – Exorcism for gay therapy conversion – Asbestos in baby powder and hugs As an alternative to modern medicine To cure what ails you – democracy Off the rails derailed – majesty of decay – The C.I.A.’s birthstone is a crack rock – Ask Jeff Webb - you can’t - ‘cause in this country – Only the poor get fucked for money in the I and of the free – it’s ME – THE END OF THE WORLD – Ballbeam – I didn’t do it like Epstein – Devo w/a whisk whip it good – Respect the whirlwind – No mercy bestowed upon you – Intrusive like a foot to your backside Your body’s a party, I’ll bring the log, You bring the cabin – And put the thunder to your unders – The mouth sauce kept in my nuts For your moms – I am the END of the WORLD - The blown candles to your pity party Along w/ the KLAN crying under their Hoods ranked 2nd place in the 1st place For the losers who limper across The finish line – rhythm and flow Rap shit redundant like yelling @ a sloth To slowdown – sad sack no flavor Talentless -tasteless -hobbled wit – Worthless -forsaken – a potter’s grave (2x) Your prose is Disney princess – I keep my mic malicious James Turrell sculpts light – Luminary on mics shred the gloom daunting A 9 to 5 killing ourselves to live – Y’all sweet like Root Beer sucked Through a Twizzler straw – Souped up like Au Bon Pain – but you The type to blame the weather On the weather man – Picture perfect and somber-grief walked into Your area code his last dance predates tragedy – His heart – a bubble – something popped – A deceased party people planner this Wasn’t part of his plan – sorry not sorry – walking calmly Towards the arms of time – A vampire taking a selfie – no end in sight And now it appears that one of us is out of Sundays – Voluntarily suicide yourselves – retire – Eviscerated – self expire – You are Die – DA – Die Die – In your comfort zone – rendered invisible As air – A jigsaw – a relationship in shambles – Love in need of CPR – God ends here – There’s no app for that and you and I Are a witness – Distressed – (5x) Batman sleeps with a nightlight Batman sleeps with a nightlight Batman sleeps with a nightlight Batman sleeps with a nightlight Batman sleeps with a nightlight No trust in tomorrow – Too arrogant to take helpful advice – Communal with angst – MC’s mascara smeared boo – hooin’ Facing they woe – up close – Just as North Korea lands the 1st man on the sun traveling by night To its lonely side – (2x) Unique means alone – Unique means alone – I live in freedom which means no fear Unique means alone – A pessimist blood type – Be negative – As a witness and the end of the world – The dumbest shit is how anyone – Is still clinging to the belief of Happy endings –

Underground like Hoffa – Subjugate like Baron Karza (Kartha) – You don’t want smoke no roach, you rap hoax Faux Kafka – Celebrate made a holiday out ya worst horror – Unparalleled peril pen whip up an anguish worth sum dollars – Rappers cut themselves on the knife I was Holding – Determined to sharpen letters Determined to kill better – You dared to dream to succeed where God’s Failed – Made a mockery – A novelty even the fake being fake is Authentic – Cops pop hoods to block dash cams – 5 exclamation points !!!!! for emphasis Salts the clouds – no second sight incoherent From experience inert a wreckage Cigarette filters and oceans congested Mentally breached under the siege Bereaved a pain wave a point of entry pen W/a slasher films precision – a shellfish toxin Mixed w/ water frozen into the form of a dart Dissolved in the blood stream stopped your heart Your kingdom is a hole in the ground – This is not sleep – sleep is death’s 8 hr. Volunteer dress rehearsal – Death is a sleeping contest that lasts forever That sooner affects you than ME – You a WASH – A bidet This is debris – in disarray – A perfumed scent of sweat rot – And decay foes in an artisan bowl resemble Soup shaped as a urinal during decomp – A new thought for an object a readymade A urinal bowl signed R. Mutt by Duchamp – The Stoned Clairvoyant of Hip Hop – The All- Star Matta Wilfredo Lam of rap That I am – In Summer Camp, I learned I like ants – I was that kid alone on the playground w/ the bag of Lay’s Potato chips alone on the swings by himself That let an ant crawl onto a potato chip then Ate it – then I licked the salt from my lips – That’s some stupid embarrassing dumb kid shit – The first time I tried anal @ 18, it was an accident She bled a little – not enough lube but spit – And all I could fit- Was the tip – It’s not vaginal so no natural lubricant – And you can’t aim your dick straight You have to take the tip and enter down and then left – it was awesome – I liked it – but my reviews were mixed – My dick was squeezed into a confined space That it barely fit, but it felt dry, warm, Yet pleasant – magnificent – now I’m Obsessed w/ that shit – when I pulled out – The tip of my dick was covered in a mound of shit That smeared onto the sheets – The aroma was wretched – lingered and reeked – That scent carried over beats – Why is ink adverse to sleep? Usually, I can’t sleep – sleep is death’s 8 hr. dress rehearsal – btwn 3 and 5am – The pen is an unworthy friend – This fickled thing – A pen made sure that sleep is denied me – Sleep is death’s 8 hr. dress rehearsal I watched a Spanish soap opera on an iPad Propped on top of my girlfriend’s head And she dreamt in Spanish – My girlfriend asked me, “If I write a rhyme on your head, would It be my rhyme?” I replied, “Stay still, as I’m writing the next line” An empty page aches to greet me – Haunting me in the after times in Better days – I use to sleep instead of using ink where I’m awake and now my eyes are strained – Evasive in rest even in darkness – I answer to the ink I serve – It yearns to end the triumph of a blank Page as ink’s servant, I am suffering – Why is ink so adverse to sleep? – Why is ink so adverse to sleep? – It’s 5:30 in the morning so there’s No sunlight – Getting up to go to work, my girl is holding Her phone over the page as I write – Fresh like a baby eating its own poop Out the pamper – Look @ you innocently – Smiling, rubbing its tummy, smeared Feces all over its mouth - smacking its lips Saying, “Yeah, I’m the shit!” “Yeah, I’m the shit!”

I went to CVS to see what I could purchase for $4 – I could buy Honey Roasted Peanuts for $4 – A small bag of Trail Mix is $4 – I could even purchase prunes for $4 – I couldn’t even buy a descent toothbrush for $4 – But I could buy a finger sport toy Bowling set for $4 – And a set of fake French nails for $4 – But even dog and cat food cost way more than $4 – There wasn’t even any medicine I could get If I was sick for $4 – Even the smallest bottle of aspirin cost more than $4 – I bought some shoelaces for $4 – $2.99, actually, but I paid with $4 – I needed a tape measure and I was bored So I gotta box of UNO cards for $4 – A Time Magazine and a coloring book for the kids Came up to $4 – A single for Marvin Gaye on iTunes, Makes Me Wanna Holla, cost $2.99 less than $4 – That bottle of water is $4 – But the worst thing you could get as a Black Man is to get shot in the head For $4 – Judge to the family awarded $4 – Their father’s life for $4 – A phone call was placed for a noise complaint – At the time of his death, he was listening To “All Me” by Drake – He opened his door of his garage – then Told the cop on the other side of it To get the fuck outta dodge – Cop fired four times afterwards Each shot cost him his life at $4 – It took 2 minutes to earn $4 – The cost for the lawsuit for wrongful Death was $4 – Excessive force and violation of 14th and 15th Amendment cost $4 – S.W.A.T. Fired off tear gas cost $4 – The jury deliberation was 10 hours – Newman, the cop, wasn’t liable – Drunk and hostile, Hill, the dead was 99% Responsible – The jury awarded Gregory Hill’s funeral Expenses was one dollar – The child’s loss of parental companionship Instruction and guidance mental pain And suffering was each one dollar – The children are 7, 10, and 13 Each got a dollar – Since the cop was only 1% responsible The verdict was reduced to 4 cents – The cop applauded the jury for free – The funeral costs 11 thousand, you see That’s why I take seriously what I commit On paper and pen – Cause in this present form, she might Not see me again But turn on a stereo press play and I will Be here again – And I’ll be here so long as she can stand To listen – As a Black Man, there’s always that Strong possibility that that could be ME And I ask myself “What would happen If that were to happen to my family?” $4 couldn’t even buy time – To kiss my family goodbye The jury was 1 Black Man – 2 White Men – 5 White Women – Black plight is only worth a dollar – A noise complaint costs a man His life and $4 A noise complaint costs a man His life and $4 A noise complaint costs a man His life and $4 A noise complaint costs a man His life and $4 A noise complaint costs a man His life and $4 $4 $4 $4 $4 $4 $4

I woke up to find myself out of the house w/no Shoes walking north towards I don’t know Where – I’m NOT in the house – I’m out of The house w/o shoes – I remember it Being early morning – if I had to guess – Possibly around 5:44am as the sun is about To greet the day so I keep walking And walking and walking and walking Until I find myself walking along the Ramp of a highway – I couldn’t tell You which highway it was – I must’ve stepped on something sharp And unpleasant as I’ve begun to limp Yet I kept walking – Hell is ME – Hell is ME – Hell is ME – This Hell is ME – I found a piece of wood to sturdy Myself along the curvature of the highway But I don’t stop – I relieve myself -A line of urine trails behind me At first it was warm but Now it’s discomforting – It’s getting damp and cold Quickly sticking to my leg w/ each Movement exaggerating my limp Yet I dare not stop – Hell is Me – this Hell is Me – This Hell is Me – what compels me Nowhere to move but Forward – I ache yet I move Forward – Perhaps the driver didn’t see me As I got clipped by a car As it drove past propelling me Into the air landing into a ditch I lay in a ditch wanting to but Didn’t move – this Hell is Me – This Hell is Me – as the foot That was injured started Throbbing incessantly – Aggressively – along with the rest of ME – This Hell of Me – this Hell of Me – I didn’t cry for help I didn’t scream As it thrust me into the AIR – I knew when I landed that my Injuries were life-threatening – I landed flat on my back – In the aftermath, I resign myself To my fate to lay in this ditch – Perfectly still making no Attempt to move or help myself – I never left that ditch – Months pass – My body is discovered – Half of who I once was is Gnawed away and in an increased State of decomposition – My face was literally trail mix – It had become a buffet for Deer, raccoons, possums and other Assorted road side animals – I don’t know why I didn’t leave The ditch or why I started Walking – I don’t see the children – My girlfriend has come to the Morgue too identify me – This Hell is Me – With my face a half-chewed Sandwich – I’m surprised That she made an identification Because I hadn’t any other possessions On my person at the time – It was the necklace that confirmed My identity – the custom necklace W/ my name acts as a signature – For who I once was –

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Half the fun of being @ Von around the summer of 2009 Is standing outside w/ my DJ, Jason, the bouncer, Cracking jokes and rating all the pretty girls that are Going up and down Bleeker to indulge in alcohol And bad decisions. What also attracts Most people to Von had to do with the Italian Restaurant next door named Bianca. George, the owner, used to travel back and forth Between both places bringing food to customers At Von or announce to patrons awaiting a Table if one had opened. A year later, rent increase caused Bianca to close. One time, we’re standing outside and George, Who grew up in the Bronx, may’ve been short In stature but long in character, also possessed the Rarity of being a true New Yorker. George Always kept us entertained w/ stories for days, Comes up to us just as Jason and I had just Finished laughing. George comes and goes, “Look, I can pop lock!!!” Robotic animated jittery movements ensue. What makes it more of a riot is that he Wasn’t laughing. “One time, I battled Mr. Freeze of the New York City Breakers.” Jason asked, “OH, yeah, what happened?” “The kids in my neighborhood beat him up And stole his sheepskin.” We start dying laughing. “Damn, George is gorilla hood.” He starts to tell us a story that another Patron, Nick St. George, told him about When he was in family court about this Jamaican couple standing in front of the Judge. The woman tells the judge that she Should keep the baby because she’s the Mother. The judge looks at the guy. Now George, in the worst imitation Jamaican Accent says, “Judge, if I put a quarter In a Coke machine and it comes out, is it The machine’s or is it mine?” As he was finishing this story, This crazy dude’s running up to random cars Begging for change. He’s mostly around On the weekends but I guess today is An exception. Just imagine a dirty, life-sized Mantis coming up to your car, Knocking on your window screaming, “I shot the Pope!! I shot the Pope!!! Now give me some change!!” It’s not even funny anymore. He’s obnoxious and always accosting the Customers on the way out the bar. I called him FUN GUY because he isn’t. “His name is Fun Guy, get it, Fungi” STAY AWAY

Ride the beat Prince Jockey – Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy The headstones – cracked chipped and crumpled Scattered sporadically is disregard of his legacy Mold and wind ate away @ the stone w/ The faded inscriptions and wiped away So the names emerge Murphy – in African Cemetery Two – in a Forgotten Kentucky burial for horse trainers And jockeys Where fans flock by the millions eager to watch Thoroughbreds streak down the race track In the 145th Kentucky Derby little attention Is paid to the black equestrians who paved the Way for the industry since the – 1800’s After the Civil War, most horse trainers Grooms were black men – as were the jockeys Of 28 winning jockeys in the Derby – 15 were black by the 1900’s Jim Crow pushed More brothers out of the sport Beginning in 1922 and the decades following Black jockeys were few and marginalization That continued to – 2000. When Marlon St. Julien rode in the Derby Kevin Krigger finished @ the bottom to the pack In 2013 – In that same cemetery, in a thick clump of grass Stands a red and black old-style burial marker Of Isaac Burns Murphy – Murphy – who competed 11 times in the Derby Died of a heart failure in 1896 winning The Derby in 1884, 1890 and 91 for decades Known as one of the best jockeys and for His honesty offered bribes to lose but He refused – Prince Jockey – Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy Prince Jockey – Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy Prince Jockey – Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy Despite his success, his grave was unmarked For decades for more than 60 years until The 60’s on his headstone inscribed – “I am proud of my calling as I am of my Record , and I believe in my life Will be recorded a success, though The reputation I enjoy was earned in a Stable and in a saddle” Isaac Burns – changed it to Murphy to honor His grandfather when @ 14 he became A jockey – Murphy won 628 of his one thousand four Hundred and twelve starts – A victory rate unequaled no chance of his Record of winning surpassed standing Five hundred and thirty wins in – One thousand five hundred and thirty-eight Rides which makes his winning rate At 44 percent Murphy – The first jockey inducted into the National Museum of Racing and Hall of Fame @ its creation in 1953 Ride the beat Prince Jockey Murphy – was the jockey for Kingman – When he won the Kentucky Derby To this date, the only horse owned by Another Afrikan-American, Dudley Allen – In 1884, he won 3 Kentucky Derbys The only jockey to win the Kentucky Oaks, Clark Handicap, and the Kentucky Derby In the same year – Isaac Burns Murphy – Died in 1896 at 36 was an Alcoholic who’s weight gain forced him into Early retirement – Distinguished – 3 Kentucky Derby Wins 4 American Derby Wins And 5 Latonia Derby Wins Say it again He WINS Say it again He WINS Say it again He WINS He WINS He WINS Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy Chorus* - Ride the beat Prince Jockey – Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy Isaac Burns Murphy *repeat chorus to end of track