Friday, November 13, 2015

T. Loko - Untilted

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Why should I be mad for?


Four years in some months
And they say we can’t be together
10 to 15 I don’t even want to deal with
Love and happiest they want to take from us
Why should I be mad for?
It’s unbearable.
Smart comments, nasty looks
I guess I even more of a disgrace now
And all you know is that you love me and want to be with me forever
But nobody can’t see that because they block by the wrong judge
And I say again why should I be mad for?
Knowing that your lips not on mines no more
I will be damn not to love any more
This heart of min been damage by these ignorant black robs
And your heart been damage by all these messy fake hoes
Just realizing that the person you love is getting taking away by society
This is a tragedy to our love in nobody don’t even care but us
So, I ask again, why should I be mad for?
I’m mad at the fact that I can’t love you no more
‘Cause this 10 to 15 turn into life without parole
‘Cause you died, because I told the truth
Six feet under and a six by six block
And nobody gives a fuck because they punch the clock
Now, why am I mad?

Monday, August 20, 2012

When I Fly


I fly in the sky of pure white widow
While I’m laying on a cloud of ecstasy
My mind was in a world of pain
My body was in a world of destruction
I feel so freaking loose that everybody hit this lick
And lick this bread of all white chickens
My hand is on a trigger of an AK-48
In my broke down cloud watching people get rape
I’m so gone that Mr. Jack Daniels beat me to a pillar of salt
Me and AK-48 had a good, beautiful night with this beamer that lay beside me
All I am and ever hope to be fell out towards the stares
While these dreams of mines got roll up with this purp
This cloud of mines is shot to outer space
Lay down in which me go farther than Mars
‘Cause me, my mind, body, and soul is gone

#Soundcloud

Friday, August 17, 2012

Class Act of Tricking


I feel the love in her eyes
Words from her soul is so sad
The tricking of my mind made her love me more
I don’t care, money speaks more
No attraction from my eyes sight
But for hers it’s love at first sight
My conscious pours guilt
With a scent of filth
Money speaking louder
So I put ugliness behind me
Maybe I am feeling sorry
For the tricking of master
But I’m a genius of a pimp
Even smoother than a player
So I push towards that hustler
That makes money off of tears
Deceitfulness, ungratefulness, misery, and pain
That what my tongue hold for this insane mind
She pray her prayers with a kiss of hope
To leave me as the devil in disguise
I rain hope of lust and love
But find careless as I speak the truth of game
Shall I stop or play the game harder
Until you cry and run dry
I put aside my emotions
Where I cry myself to sleep
So I look deep inside your soul to find the heart you love more for
Crush it, pound it, and mix it with my bread of sorrow
Because this right here is a class act of tricking

#Soundcloud

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Behind Closed Doors (S4S)


My love is dress with a masculine touch
When she breathe she breath in my lust
With a look in her eye you see a desire of passion
Like an ice cool drop of exciting pleasure
When my love speaks she makes me weak
With the calling of my name made me lose my speech
My love walks with a sly, smooth glide
That every time she comes around she makes me so happy and glad
My love is precious, so sweet and so innocent
That the taste of her lips and tongue
Makes my body so exquisite
The pull of my dreads, makes my eyes roll back
But the pulling of my love hair makes her hips roll back
My love, I love in symphony
Whenever she plays my tone I feel so empty
My love is so true I tend to feel blue
But my realness tends to kill the feeling
My love is dress with the same clothes as me
She stays quiet like closed mouths no feed
But I tend not to care no laugh, no smile
The anger, the hate, the disgust, the disgrace
That’s why I stay quiet closed mouths no feed
Because the hungers of my love want tell no soul
My soul tells the whole truth
S4S just might be the death of me
But who cares though, my heart is dead though
My love, no love, no truth, want be told

#Soundcloud