I Don’t Write For You

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I don’t write
because I can
or to have you
in the palm of hand
I don’t write
because I do,
I write because I have to.
Hunger turned inside out
causing me to quake
scribbling like a junkie
prepping his next bake
The high to write
grips my soul
as I begin
to shake
Held fast by
a passion I
never want to escape
No I cannot put it down
until I have rendered her
her due
as I slowly whisper
to myself,
I
don’t
write
for
you.

#blackeagledream

Rippin [the disclaimer]

This blog

will

not be begged

borrowed

or shanghied son

no not beat up

sifted

whipped

nor spun –

it is my

intellectual property

and

my physical property too

so it shant

be quoted sampled or quipped

or

otherwise

fucked

with.

Enjoy the day.

Kawika.

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the

Black Eagle Dream Collection @

blackeagledream.com

#rippin #rippinthedisclaimer

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In The Cut

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Traveling through this space of mind I often like to sit and rhyme as I contemplate my idiosyncratic qualifications.

Seems life has been more down than up, as I struggle to not give a fuck; and remain relevant with respects my dreams.

Along the way, friends have proved to be far and few in between; yeah you know what I mean.

But my girl she’s been there when no one else was. She’s my hero, she’s my buff, always there; laying in the cut, keeping me warm and well fed.

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