Lights Out

I fux wit u
I'ma continue to
I'ma become every queen gone wrong 'cause some mf broke her heart
You're a jester
Unworthy of me but
I fux wit u
I'ma continue to
I took a sabbatical when I remembered my queendom
When a so-called savant came riding up at night and shining
Put my armor down
Let him in
He wooed me and truthfully I missed the way you were rude to me
When his mask came off... it was bittersweet...
Not what I thought he was... dream perpetually deferred
But at least we could be together again so
I fux wit u
I'ma continue to
I'ma be that memory in history a star who used to blow them away but is now only a shadow of whoever you become
A liability
A follower
I'ma become what every man DOESN'T want...
Abuse me
Take off the ab and do that too
I FUX WIT U dude
You're all wrong for me
Eventually you'll resent me for not leaving you alone
I'm never gonna grow out of you
And if you grow out of me
I'll just be a spinster foolishly waiting for your return
I fux wit you
I'ma continue to
See what pain'll do?
Now turn the lights off...

Co-Cain

Cain had mouthpiece
He talked Abel into going out to chill in the field with him before slaughtering his own brother
You are a co-Cain
My drug of choice for a minute, you talk me out to ledges
And watch me jump off
Was I ever your choice?
You OBVIOUSLY had no choice
Just a buncha options bunched up in your sheets

But who am I to judge?
Me being Abel in this situation
Guess my ability to give my very best to divinity didn't suit one whose crop is spread so thin
And don't forget WHEREIN
Where in the hell did I think I would get wearing broad limbs
when you prefer slim
wearing dark skin
when you prefer less of the sun
It's no wonder I stay tryna be cozied up with the moon
You're a co-Cain
Earth opening up to drink the fluid from my broken heart
Had an inAbelity to stay alive for you

Wonder if God will mark you in the afterlife...
Or if I'm the only one wearing scars
of addiction

Real Myth(ology)

You are Greek, I am Roman
The Venus to your Zeus
When you are in my queendom will you do as I do?
My heart is filled with an uninhibited love for you
Throwing right hooks at the trepidation of my mind
The hesitation to let your hands touch me
'Cause if a woman perpetrating as Aphrodite tries to woo you
I wonder if our ascension will turn to levitation
Will you still love me?
I left most of my baggage on the curb for trash day
Cleared out space in my heart so you would have room to grow
Claim me, Goddess of love, as your domain
If you are the King of divinity, and God is Love
Then we are some kind of wonderful
We must have created this life as a scavenger hunt
Women lavish you much
With compliments and offers to take you home for the night
Mistook you for Adonis
I hope you treat me as more than just an adornment
I am flesh and blood and more than a myth
You are Greek, I am Roman
I still wanna be with (you)
The Venus to your Zeus
It has been many moons since I have let my definition loose
When you are in my queendom will you do as I do?
Give me faith that you will be faithful
That you will not be swayed by
So many women masquerading as Aphrodite
Cause I don't want a taste of you I want a whole
Bite
You are Greek, I am Roman
Zeus, come inside this love
But when in Rome...

Everything Reminds Me of You

Family Guy episodes
Game Stop
GTA
Fried Chicken
pocket knives
every inappropriate comment
Jay-Z
The Berkeley Marina
Jack-In-The-Box tacos
W. Grand Ave
Telegraph, too
Pretty much west Oakland
Vodka
Hennessy
Every liquor store especially the Bev Mo in Jack London & that one down the street from Luka's
White tees
Foot Locker
PS3
PS2
FL Studio
Reason
Midi boards
Blistex
Text Messages
11am
Fox News
Reza's
Hip Hop DX
The Public Market
Astrology
Stars
Everytime my phone rings or vibrates past 10pm or before 10am
Devil's Pie
Samurai
Hatred of cheese or eggs
the car
Music
Barber shops
Fabolous or Cassidy or Slaughterhouse or Jadakiss
Beats that sound like G-Unit picked them or Just Blaze made them
whenever I act kiddy
hatred of flip flops
Wine especially red
broad shoulders
late nights
profanity
vulnerability
sound waves
love
us
Us
US
If this is our eulogy, I better make it good
backseats
anything left unfinished
manipulation
vague
dream interpretations
fear
AMC Theatres
bookstores
daily horoscopes, gmail, yahoo (sometimes) in that order
In 'N Out
chocolate donuts and crossaints
chess
Oscar's on Shattuck
Shattuck in general
The Berkeley observatory
that one spot in the Berkeley hills with the view
allergies
hoodies esp. black ones that smell like old grease and cleaning products
rain, clouds, or anything that produces or resembles cold weather
fitted hats
Lebron James
sports in general, but mostly football and basketball
Espn... around 2pm during the aforementioned sports seasons
Bank of America
childhood stories
that one park in Alameda... the sandwich shop there, too, but not as much
basketball shorts
skin
religion
Willie Hutch
organs
every Isaac Hayes, Curtis Mayfield, or Joe Sample song
Star of the Story
I don't wanna finish it...
I don't wanna finish this...
We're not finished...

My attempt to speak it into existence.

WORD IS BOND digital library

Greetings Fly Fellas and Fresh Femmes,

About a month ago, I was kickin' it with the homie Talia and we came up with this GRAND idea of a digital library for all the homies and all the homie's homies. Basically, because you can now share documents on Gmail, if you have a Gmail account you can have access to this spreadsheet. The premise is this:

• Put your name
• List all books you are willing to lend to the network
• List all the books you've heard about and want to read and hope someone else in the network has
• If you see a book someone else has... email them and set up a time to pick it up or trade (if you have something they want, too)
• GO BACK TO THE SPREADSHEET
  
• List the book you've attained and who you borrowed from and when
• WHEN YOU RETURN IT, list that also
• There's a questions and comments cell, also.

Most of you know how to work a spreadsheet, and if you don't... just holler at me and I'll give you the quick rundown. If you're down with this... email me your Gmail address and I'll share the document with you so you can get started. ALSO! This is not limited to YOU. If you know someone who is interested... TELL THEM ABOUT IT!!!! Then, once you're in... you can share the document with your homies as well. Some people in this email live out of state... if that's the case... INVITE homies who live around YOU! No late fees, no mean librarians... just be respectful of people's books and it's all good. LET THE READING COMMENCE!

-Dom

Misconception...

Baby had a hard life
First time I inked him don't think
I wrote him right
Wrote him like a heartbreak really he's a heartache
Double take soul pain eyes leak hard break
Down on his luck but he up on the uptake
Always taking time to unwind her but she's ingrate
Ain't the first time a she done hurt him
So he starts to wonder if this she's worth it
Mouth dry from tryna talk it out she don't see the thirst in
His voice... like a desert storm; he's just tryna weather storms
Stay upstanding 'til he can stand in better forms
She don't see the dance in him would rather just tussle
But he's tired of wrestling with his love muscle
Can't find a haven in the woman or the blatant way the empty conversations seem to weigh on ways they stayin'
Stagnant... somethin' ain't right

Baby had a hard life
First time I immortilized, my words were demonizing
Didn't have the reason it would seem that he was lying
Family ties broken, he's holdin remnants of relation
Tryna be the man they never knew that they were making
And when he goes house he only wishes it was home
Only wishes it was normal, only wishes that he owned it
Pictures mobility where he ain't gotta cope with
The possibility looming to find himself homeless
School is expensive, not going's more costly
The years get extended and he fears he's dependent
So he's leery of reachin' out
Goals so close but all he seems to reach is doubt
Somethin' ain't right...

Baby had a hard life
Still got a soft heart, still got a star light
Still insecure but he's pure so it's alright
'Cause he still is instilled with the skill of a star's sight
He can see the sun even when it tries to hide
'Cause the sun's in his eyes and he ain't even blinded
Baby had a hard life but he's gettin right with
God and the universe and maybe even love you'd think
Would write him right like the second time that I gave him some ink...

Ex-Factor

Am I allowed to call you my ex?
The question would be begged, but begging isn't my style
I find every other man taking charge
As if I'm widowed
But I'm just staring out the window
at you pulling an Isaac
Walk on by
And though you thought my pride was foolish
Felt the need to strip me of all my dignity
I cried a million unconscious tears
And slept on everything great about me
Just so we could have something in common

Am I allowed to call you my used-to-be-love?
No one would believe me if I said it anyway
Kept me on the low this whole go
And now I'm just an untold memory
Held you in your darkest days now you've given me
What I held you because of
Isn't it ironic?
You treated me like an Alanis Morissette song
And expected me to keep a Stevie disposition

I ain't blind, yo... even though I thought I'd be loving you Always
now All I Do is think about the Moon Blue
I try to replace you with lunar power
But the sun keeps rising
So my new best tells me to live... even if I feel like dying's the only way out
I've never felt more weak
Never felt more like my strength was all a farce
While everyone but you does everything I've ever done for you in times of need
You smirk
And now I can't remember why I ever had the inclination to love you...

I only remember that I did.