Last spring was rough. My neighbors came to their door to watch me drive by that day.

Mother and the Girl

Ghoul Inside of Cinnamon

I slept in a bridge again last night.
My neck is killing me, but I get up again.
I walked all over and did it all over. 
A billion steps and I’m still not there.
I got a long beard. I’m cold and I’m old. 
But I rock and roll up and down this hill.
And you can’t steal the soul from the rock and roll troll.

A Ghoulish Mh-hmm for the Rock & Roll Troll

Cold One In Philly

Brink’s trucks box (*dox) the fox
Her box locked like Knox
You take quiz
We watch the cops 
Man I love this gyat 
My golden blonde 
Bank robbin wop
Last thing she gon’ hear is stop
Raise an army bring a hammer
Pop the top now I’m a jammer
…I want your coke so give a toke 
Heard you out here given blows
 
Brink’s box, Red Sox, give you lead socks

Baby do you hear my song?
I played it just for you! 
Shroud impounded 
This surround sound 
Love pangs  around town
Skeeyeeee I’m drownin
Dope pussy missin you 
Know I’m frownin 
But bang it on Dre is on
Gray and gone and still a don
The ball don’t lie 
Cleaned out 
I’m bomb loud  
On the green dancin, bitch I won and one

Golden Blonde

Flood the whole world. Now we all gotta swim.
Shout out. My frenemy got a GED.
Druggie with degree.
Now there’s none for me.
Stole my girl, bought a car. 
Man’s got it all.
Druggie with degree. The drugs on he.
I can’t get no sleep. He’s dancin’ on my sweet.
Druggie with degree. Make me look so cheap.

I’m a druggie, no degree. The girls ain’t sweet and they won’t do free.
But drugs should be when you look like me.
And anyways get it from clammy Aunt Tammy. 
Stick my hands down and shimmy that shammy.
Old lady sellin fur. Ma’am it’s a Wendy’s.
Braid it up or wake-up. 
I shake your panty.
Druggie with degree, and a freak on 
fleek.

I’s a druggie no degree. 
Can I get for free?
Just one treat.
5 4 3. Not a sweet little tea.
Hoes shoot toes.
And red bottom woes.
Fur coat shows. 
They charge you by a spin.

Dump your pockets out. They throw you in a bin.
Ask me how I know man. It’s ever since. When?

I’s a druggie no degree. 
Can’t get sleep while you dancin’ with sweet.
Don’t wake me up if you ain’t got peep.
Cause damn I get mad man. I smoke the whole street.
No college degree, but I surely won’t read.
I’ll speak the whole truth and pretend I don’t see.
When I watch you bleed, you’ll fucking hear me.

Put you on the clock. You ain’t charge of no chop.
Cook that rock and shut it up top.

Fuck a water bottle this quarter.
I’m not givin in, it’s a sin.
The bitch ref in Bama couldn’t stop this win.

I showed up late. And Fresh as a date.
You on time and rank. Look like a fuck shake.

I’s a druggie. It’s no 3rd degree. 
Killed my family in 1993.
Starin’ at a white boy. 
Wish you was me?
Thanksgiving plate my styrofoam fate.
Hang myself to satiate the hate.

Flood the whole world.

Flood the whole world. Now we all gotta swim.

Shout out. My enemy got a GED.
A druggie with degree.
Now there’s none for me.
Stole my girl, bought a car. 
Man’s got it all.
Druggie with degree. The drugs on he.
I can’t get no sleep. He’s dancin’ on my sweet.
A druggie with degree. Make me look so cheap.

I’m a druggie, no degree. The girls ain’t sweet and they won’t do free.
But drugs should be when you look like me.
Anyways get it from clammy Aunt Tammy. 
Stick my hands down and shimmy that shammy.
Old lady sellin fur, Ma’am it’s a Wendy’s.
Braid it up or wake-up. 
I shake your panty.
Druggie with degree, and a freak on 
fleek.

I’s a druggie no degree. 
Can I get for free?
Just one treat.
5 4 3. Not a sweet little tea.
Hoes shoot toes.
Givin’ red bottom woes.
Fur coat shows. 
They charge you by a spin.

Dump your pockets out. They’ll throw you in a bin.
Ask me how I know man. It’s ever since. When?

I’s a druggie no degree. 
Can’t get sleep while you dancin’ with sweet.
Don’t wake me up if you ain’t got peep.
Cause damn I get mad man. I smoke the whole street.
No college degree, but I surely will read.
I’ll speak the whole truth and pretend I don’t see.
When I watch you bleed, you’ll fucking hear me.

Fuck a water bottle and a quarter.
I’m not givin’. It’s a sin.
The bitch ref in Bama couldn’t stop this win.

I showed up late. And Fresh as a date.
You on time and rank. Look like a fuck shake.

I’s a druggie. It’s no 3rd degree. 
Killed my family in 1993.
Starin’ at a white boy. 
Wish you was me?
Thanksgiving plate my styrofoam fate.
Hang myself to satiate the hate.

Fuck a water bottle and this quarter. It’s not giving in. It’s a sin.

Fuck a water bottle and this quarter.
I ain’t givin’ in. It’s a sin. 
The bitch ref in Bama couldn’t stop this win.

I showed up late. And Fresh as a date.
You on time and rank. Look like a fuck shake.

I’s a druggie. It’s no 3rd degree. 
Killed my family back in 1993.
Starin’ at a white boy. 
Wish you was me?
Starin’ at a white boy. 
Wish you was me?

Panic attack raps and I set Pat traps.
Pop a rat’s ass.
I’m the Pat cat cat.

Play these games. I know you flop.
But know this man. I like shit hot.

Hand on the burner. I’ll tell you when it’s ready.

Druggie with Degree

Jenny in the peaches
I like bleach
It’s a reach
But what a treat 
And you see on the scene
I’m a sheen fiend
Can I see
It’s all that and a can of beans
A hot tea I believe
She’s the one for me
Show my brother 
I stir the honey
Flower money I’m a dummy

Man I just want to drive fast 
There’s alot of smoke on my ass
Head spin down I’m the man
Passport trip to Japan

Jenny in the peach
Jenny got a peach
Jenny in the peach

;*

Jenny Peach

I wanna be a meadow. 

    What’s a meadow?

    It’s a piece of land. It goes like this and that. Trees on the side.

    That’s it?

    Oh yeah. 
And the summer suns on it. In the winter it’s smooth. Maybe she’ll fly over me. Could graze, or slide on me. Hey what about you?

    My bad you the meadow.
Planted you last time. See you all next time. Back with the best crime. -(The next one.)
I imagine myself ferrying them to the other side. They’re confused, and ask me what I’m doing there.

    We a meadow. We’re a piece of land. We go like this and that. Trees on our side.

    That’s it?
 
    Oh yeah. And the summer sun’s on us. In the winter we’re smooth. 
Maybe she’ll fly over me, and you. Could graze, or slide on us.

    We the meadow help the fellow. We’re so mellow. 
(Their realization. Now that they’re truly mellow. And not just smiling wolves in their sheep skin.) -I’m talking about these young men trying the knockout game with me. They backed out when I completely ignored them.

I’ll be shady daily. You pay me.
They can knock you down a la gare.
Air Force 1s a la carte. 
Chokin on tart, smoke my heart.

I’m a friend. You a lesson.
Holes in the paper. Shiny Wesson.
Can’t hack it, and you lack it.
So pressed. You look stressed.
I thought we had just begun.
Now you wanna cancel fun.
From the best of friends.
To a broke down bum.
Just shouldn’t test em.
Saladfingers cuttin’ dressing.
I’ve been hitting targets.
A rusty western.

Bullets been up since I did that.
Seven deadly sins.
One for each nun.  
I’m still not done.

Get worried sunny. She pop on D.
A kinda night the girl on top for free.
Get delight you shake, and slight.
You a sly tune rune.
Throw bones chicken. I’m a stray bite too.
These nurses too scared not in the fight mood.
But I’m the train champ 2 and O.
And next week it’s .44 bullet holes.
Dance for your souls.
Such a fancy foe.
He big man dance he knows. 
(The main guy stood next to me to mark me I guess. He stepped off. Then his red thriller jacket minion posted up behind me on my right side. While the rest watched.)
Fake pimps sell they blow.
Pussy bitch come in two.
Five is on the fucking news.
9 for sale half off for you. 

Bang dang a rang aaa dang dang.
Play this on repeat. It’s a three peat.
Je suis Patrick.

I feel that slide (pistol and girl) against my thigh. And I’m fine.
Surfin’ cool sheets. Her cool hands, curls, and feet intertwine divine online never mine. 
Play this on repeat it’s a three peat.
Je suis Patrick. 
(I’.)

I know if I sing a song it gone be sunshine today.
Blankets, or hay. 
Piss it all away.
Here (it) come my way.

Imma run you down in a parking lot.
It’s no beef. I’m looking at this phone. It’s hot.
Cash, my cock, Kalashnikov.
Girls get round. Dance the town. Pinball jizzard.
Ten times as bad. 
Kissin’ blind in a blizzard.
Take Miss. Gizzard. We’ll ride with Frizzle up your drizzle.
But don’t say nizzle.
At what point I done more than you?
So, I say what I dizzle and fuck your whistle bitch ass T-shirt. I wrinkle my shoes. Shoot yo face sink blues.
Yeah, yeah I saw you.
You not really ballin just falling.
And I bum cigarettes for you baby. Don’t you know I treat you lady?

Rap it on sativa with my little Tina.
Big tit Lena. We done she called me cheetah. She couldn’t keep up.
It’s to fat.
Now she last. Leave her dust in the past.
Can I taste your ass? You up so sass. Up and down like at mass. 
Big dick pack of malls. She ain’t stiff. She seen em all. Fuck it baby give me a call let them fall.

Patrick Hale