Letter to my brother

We ain’t talked in about 8 months You’re my kin But lately you don’t say much I’ve been in the pen Since you was a little kid Is there any way to fix A homicide that doesn’t make any sense? On this side of the fence And don’t think there’s no regrets Just because in…

“A verse”

Sometimes during my morning routine I’ll come up with a few lines then build until there’s a verse. Ideally it becomes two verses and a chorus but that’s not always the case. The following is what I like to think of as floetry… Enclosed like livestock Until a pine box I’ll never be a mentor…