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Them white niggas you fuck with turn tiki torch real quick. When you were crying on the phone to me, did you consider us friends? Saying that his life was in our hands, or were we ‘criminals’ then? The way I stack my feelings up, Chani asked me what I prioritize. Why is my answer moments of mistrust archived side by side in my mind? I can’t decide. Sink into the floor. We left pieces of ourselves on the side of that road, now I’m supposed to sift through my feelings toward you and the murderous language you spoke? If that cop had taken a further step than just putting his hand on his gun, and shot us right there, we might never know whose side yr really on. Nah, sink into the floor. Who’s yr apology even for? Thinking about this nigga Marvin. Thinking about this nigga Natik. Thinking about this nigga Malique, he spent 9 months in solitary at 17. Thinkin about this nigga Lael. Thinking about this nigga Tyquail. Thinking about this nigga Reneé. I fear most for her everyday. I’m down to step out and engage, ayo, I live around the way. Side up with me, slip in the side of my eye up with me. Guy up to me. Eye up the pie you tryna slice up off me. But what do we have for you? (nothing) Not my priority, not my energy, not while I know children in the penitentiary. I won’t treat you mean, I won’t say a thing, but please come up into my house and try me. Please come back up in my mental. Please come back up in my periphery. Niggas not cold as me, and not petty like me, and I don’t think you really wanna hear from me, [redacted]. All the erasures are yr life’s poetry, in between the fine print, in invisible ink. Fuck how you feel, fuck what you think. You slept too close to my family. And I’ve got no time for a fake ass sorry from an opp still throwing stones at a nigga body. I thought the plan was that a nigga would drop the topic, but if you really want we can fucking talk about it. You know, my mama kinda wanna beat ya ass for this. You a snake fucnigga, you a basilisk. And you at risk of remaining an asterisk. My last gift is my Black ass to kiss.

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from THE NIGGA IN ME IS ME, released June 7, 2019

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