Inject my lyrics

Inheritance

The doctor told me I had fenkell blood flowing through my veins
From a feared nigga, a more than revered nigga
Where my legal tender a vendor, of tutorials when he mentors
The pocket pinchers, the lenders of equity illusions, patch pillers and killers, dealers of life, and death distributors, all while smoking a kool

I got his blood In me
This is wat made me notion
I ain’t nothing but a simple eloption
of pen dripping ink and man lyrically chosen
Done folding, I’m done sulking,
and I’m as open as a Caucasian money vault
So I guess I’m closed in
Or still closing, in on my ghosts,
That chase me playing different tempos of shots in the dark
On cassette tape, while the dogs bark
And they put the coins on my dads eyes to pay the man on the ark
Got me like who supplying the iron man, like stark
Man I’m a head full of concepts,
put together a called a man’s intellect,
So which means I’m a living concept
Wit a plan to dish out common since
Thus my notion, thus my name notion
And notion Is to teach fuck the bulshit and let truth flow like ocean
I’m done coping, I’m done moping
I’m done toting this load of ish on my back
Listen close n check the analogy
I ain’t have no beam in my building
But now I’m a beam in a building
Holding up yo dry wall connecting to yo ceilings
Telling me to stand tall under any pressure, no blemishing
Constantly yelling don’t mess up that good finishing
nobody teach me no beam can lean
Cuz I’m wats holding up the frame so if I loosen a seam
I might make these little pillars under me scream
So I’m gone continue to atlas like I do the emotions of my queen
But I cost so chi on four wheels,
past these old revolution leaders tryna raise a regime
And those be the gift of gab leavers
In the ears of the retrievers
Of the supposed secrets of the life eaters
But shit we all bleeders
Just a bunch of human beingers
So this is part of me, this notion
About this weed smoke coursing through my veins
The pain of the slaps and punches to the dame
Never having 143 to my name
I mean dame
If I was to reign
Like money assuming it’s position to fame
I would resurrect my father again
but I can’t
So I’m gone lay in the cut pain
And paint my insanity sane
And live my life as a mane
I’ll live for myself
Even though I got that deoxyribonucleic acid
I stay placid
And I’ll never look back at the flaccid
Cuz this life thang, only I can master it
So after

The doctor told me I had fenkell blood flowing through my veins
From a feared nigga, a more than revered nigga
Where my legal tender, a vendor of tutorials when he mentors
The pocket pinchers, the lenders of equity illusions, patch pillers and killers, dealers of life, and death distributors, all while smoking a kool
I said cool see
That means I got my dad at the heart
and his strength is still pumping through me

Hello Down There

Live I told him Live,
and he arose with a pencil,
and a blank scroll,
the only too that makes him whole,
completes his stance, and stood,
then walking past the graves,
of the other halves of peoples personalities,
some fight from coffins to become escapees,

but dying off so the bones in the shackles brake easily,
and you can’t climb out of graves without hands and feet,
I try to help others out so they can help me,
free the half that is more than buried,
he was dropped down the well,
and the water so deep,
if he relaxed he would taste hell,
even leaning back would make his lungs swell,
with water so dark, and thick,
so when he can find time to take in a breath and hold,
I pass him the scroll, and the pencil,
but still he finds it in himself to allow his half of our soul to spill,
and the pencil becomes pen,
and attaches tubes to his hand,
so every word is written in blood,
and this happens again and again,
he must live, so I feed him me,
more and more then I receive, my token,
which is his words of blood,
and my true poetry,
me and him complete,
our life as we

Right in to It

Stroke her like wind through hair
And take the I out of this pair,
And leave par bellow this exquisite beauty,
Threatening to flood with her sea
I taunted and showed her with each pump
How a giant’s stomp on her ocean floor,
Can send twice the size of her small tsunami’s
Accelerating her juicy fast enough
To create clashes where her walls meet,
Forcing the secretion of myself inside these pools of she,
Baby your nails in my back hurt,
But please if you have to scratch while I thrust,
The please give more wet to m e
Her mouth wide open, lips releasing my name
Because I stoke with almost but not pain,
Delicate grace tamed, but untamed, love of real man,
I’ll melt you elegant love,
I’ll show you that we are not bound to this world
The way I do dips and slide fingers across pearls
I’ll pull out to flush your pool with whirls
And push in deep enough to make pools emerge again and swirl
Around my blade
As I cut down your levels of expectations for love making
And help you brick by brick build castle walls to house a policy titled “No exceptions” reading “no explanations just wax me with eloquence in Indian explosive sex position variations,
And trust me I’ll make my statements,
with strokes and slight movements for geometrical degree changes
I’ll enter your anatomy with the first stroke making rearrangements
Shaping you like a key hole to my blade and I’ll open your vault,
And be astonished when you g spot gets caught,
Reaching for my stroke
So think and swallow that gulp
Tell me now can you handle me
if you inspired the sexual god in a human being

6 things that make you happy

Hey I'm back i just got done moving so mh internet was off for a minute
but Notion is back and with some new material, and this too, and since i can tag
some one one this note the only other person i think hasn't done it is my baby
www.Love's_Notion.blogspot.com so baby i tag you



1. I Love my god

2. I love my mommy

3. I love my woman

4. I love writing

5. Music is always good to me

6. I love movies

Notion is back

Depth

Rain drops from skies, to the sea,
a single drop from the humbling,
for empty shells that housed evil beings,
to spill under night sky, and man pleads,
with shirt soaked in human being,
then abruptly freed, from all needs,
another drop consecutively,
because of the free, that never
knew the mind of the chained
and weak, the shackles that trap
soul inside me, I think death calls,
for he in mirrors I’ve seen, when eyes
look forth, and believe, that all sights
are dreams, surrounded by black,
that stars illuminate nightly, shield yo eyes,
to prevent pipe dreams, stars blind hearts
that reach, with finger tips full of aspiring,
connected to my arm reaching out of sea,
water infested with the white horse and
black nests, noble stead breathing white
smoke for breath, and the nests releasing
metal locusts with invisible wings, so they
seem wingless, these rain drops fall on my
wrists, and wind blows harder to set me adrift,
and fire balls watch me merely drift by, under
a sky filled by reflected light, while commons
walk on water, I give up my fight, for right, to
be taken from my soon slumber, from life,
in this pool, I name black night, where the
horse rides, and is protected and stolen by
using the black nest and black hives, sinking
to a new depth and stare at balls of fire,
no clock left to cry, to death my voice calls,
even the busiest men can find time to die

Thank you everyone

I just wanted to thank everyone that has stopped
by my page and commented it really means alot.
I also wanted to say i added a couple things to my
blog so please tell me if you like the changes and if
you like that song i put on there, well thanks again
i plan to keep pulling more and more readers in who
like my art and want me to continue on practicing this
craft. thanks