I’ve prepared myself for anyone in my life to leave, and focused much too much on exit strategies for me. I never said I’m brought a greater peace of mind from this technique, but goddamit I’m locked in habit and I never expected to get free.

Lojii:
Make it count,
take your shot
when you, play the block
play it cool, don't make it hot
You might have to flip a key
You might have break a lock
Keep a tight circle
free my cousin out that box
See, on my block
they don't hide it in they sock
Empty viles milly rock
all over the blacktop
Where they quick to shoot they neighbor
before they shoot at the cops
who keep spinnin like the clock
never stop

Where eviction notices be on the top lock,
so if i lose my roof,
ain’t talkin’ bout a drop top
My neighbors cookin up they rent,
but no not in no crockpot,
got all the smoke,
they love to turn the block into a hotbox,
Non-stop, police posted on the corner
steady lurkin’
like the corner boys won’t go inside
the corner store to serve ya,
Who want what & who need what?
Got it, go & place your order
& you better keep a burner for extorters

McKinley:
Uhhh I been hanging round here uhhh,
Way too much,
Most of y’all Bruce Wayne’s look uhhh,
Way klu klux,
Y’all don’t know how to break outta here?
Oh well shucks,
I guess relying on you niggas,
Was my true crutch,
Sheesh,
Crucifix a nigga locked to the beam
Street lights got a staple for every year they’ve seen
Me and my niggas use its power to (carry out) our schemes,
So I guess that’s why I’m used to suns warmth on me,
But the rays grew wings on my back,
And I look to the ground,
My peoples feathers aint in tact,
From sticky situations, to blickies up on vacation,
Either way the hand is hot,
And I don’t keep my peoples waiting,
My niggas know cuz Marxism more than Karl’s corpse,
Cause the language that they use,
Came directly from the source,
So for now, we extend our hand,
Shadow on its course,
Gripping everything the light touch, directly from the porch,
I pray you never get a glimpse of my stance,
You better head for the hills when I do my lil dance cuz!
I thought this rapping would calm the insanity,
Instead extend ya hand with this power, causes calamity,
Shit!
Fuck!

I became vigilant through hypersensitivity; something as small as a sigh can become a tell to me. While relearning to trust my mind I recognized I still knew sincerity
through the people who simply never sent me down the line of its questioning. My man Don in OKC once spoke to my relationships through my mentality.
He said “the problem with Black nationalism is that everything is a conspiracy..”

It’s a spiritual level of gang shit and y’all don’t know the niggas I hang with.