Remember me?

Queen Sheba
But you mistake me for Makeda
Bethsheba?
Seductive mistress
That got Solomon killed
And David writing a 100 psalms for his guilt
At night I clear my head
Jog before bed
Heavin' and hawin'
Weazin and sawin'
Afraid the brothers walkin' the block
Will start
Heavin' and grabbin'
See me and I saw them
But I got the secret weapon
A men kick and a back hand
A round house and a hand stand
A b-girl in the makin'
Coperea in training
Citgo The name of the closest
Grocery store in my neighborhood
Kroger's too far for 'dem brothers to walk to
Platinum teeth don't wanna scuff up his new shoes
The African children outside my window
Tell me there's 42 dialects in Ghana
I tell 'em it's 148 in the state of Georgia
'dem boys know
holdin' they crotch shoutin'
hey shawty is affection
let me tell you...
I run more for the mental than the physical
Clearin' my head full of versus
Violator
Born in the North
Ever since my life
Has been heading South
My location does not identify me
I get located because of my identity
America's most wanted
The devil's most haunted
Recognized by how far we rise
After the fall
Punch holes in the ozone
This will be the coldest winter ever
Purchase a space heater and four sweaters
Sometimes God disrupts our lives
To help us make decisions
We should've made for ourselves
This is for the 40 poets I know
In the French Quarter and 9th ward

No shoes - no clothes
Ripped from their homes
Stuck in the Bayou
Held under rushing waters
By a hypocrite president
Voted into office
By you
Let me give you a Blue's Clue
On what you should do
For the children that won't make it
Prayers and libations
30 days of fasting
I want a fast car get away
Go the mountains with Ricki Williams
Smoke weeds and pray
Sweet dreams are made of these
No one told me I'd wake up sweating
Bad taste in my mouth
A man who swore he loved me left me
Said change to what he needed
I told the chump to keep his change
We need dollars for the revolution
I'll admit
You had me pegged for a minute
2nd guessing my existence
but now I'm back to writing with riffles
putting machine guns
in the hands of disciples
empty shells on the concrete
a shoulder holding a holster
easily accessible
semi-automatics
under our wedding dresses
cruise under street lights
curious to see the street life
all I find
are passive aggressive emcee
low esteem
doesn't make their lyrics behind a mic very threatening
I need a disc
That doesn't skip in my changer I got bootleg
bass that makes my soul shake
more than the window frame
move the crowd or sit down
you manipulate
17-year-olds
that get their fashion from manikins
passive Afrikans
stuck in the exorcism
'cause of the drugs you're taking
I walk past you
'cause I say things
you pay your girlfriend's rent to keep her silent
not even a misplaced resident
got caught hustling your children
for FEMA benefits
who you foolin'?
low self esteem and a check book
will have you checking your books
feminine crooks with good looks
left you a note on your night stand
took your clothes and sheets
for the victims of Katrina
next time you see her
she's on the arm of a man
with your suit and a wedding band
you studying the 42 of MAAT
she sold your shit to the chop shop
Bush: blah blah blah
The government: blah blah blah
The paparazzi after me
My birth loud
My death silent
Turning my back on you
Feeling Kinda Blue
Give me the epilepsy
Give him 13 more chances
Than I had
Crucify me with your crucifix
Poems pure with innocence
Doused in holly water
Don't sway - hold your water
My life
My life
My life
Ain't no sunshine Anderson
When I'm gone
Look for the shadow
Of the ground hog
Say what you want
I just proved
I could