fuck what ya heard/

the intonation of my vernacular

half notes of prayer to

fallen idols like           

- nigga, please or fuck outta here

have their own half lives

of blasphemous consciousness

and could very well

lie at two distinct edges of bullshit

like motherfucker you know what’s good

or passing the j to the right

and not asking for it back

bc i do it all for the love