~Fearless~

So, like I said this morning, I woke up in a silly and nostalgic mood, but Patricia’s message was more important to get out first. 

Anyhoo, I was thinking about Myspace strangely.  Now, my parts of our book are from some of the poetry I did while we haunted there.  A lot of it’s free verse, dark and heavy, but some of my friends, myself included, would do essentially online slams/poetry offs until someone tapped out.  It was cool, because we each had our own style.  My crew coined my style “Chop,” because I’d start with a complete phrase, but I could chop it down to single words with the same potency as full sentences and it still made sense.

Let’s see if I can still spit:

It’s been a bit since I’ve spit

Not that I quit

They haven’t slowed

Nor have I showed

Restraint

Bold paint

Strokes

To help blokes

Crips

Rip

Through this called life

With my wife

Two Feet Below

Never slow

Like Mel’s declaration

FEARLESS coronation

Blushing

Flushing

Psssha

I never saw

See

Just me

We

Two

Trying to make it through

This one-way trip

And help tip

The scales for future crips’

Favor

Savor

What they reap

To pass to the next peep.

Be good to each other.

-J-

PS. So, I went a little serious in my message anyhoo.