2Square

when she’s around i get hard like a fluffer.. but there is space in between us.. a buffer... look how it goes... i just want to evolve.. where is the love and why did it dissolve?....how did something so pure get so diluted... clean air is now polluted... time marches, april , goodbye may,,, i always leave and she begs me to stay... she had me hard but it always goes timber... she bends like a salty pretzel, so limber... i know its cold in december... step into what? hope its not the abyss... is  this love affair a tryst... not all is fact but a wandering mind can’t draw the line... if you read this then you are following mine...... sometimes... you have to get off a line.... to get off a line... 2square had 2 whips so i was double the fine... dominatrix girl tied in a bind....saying daddy please be kind............wait....... did he just say that? indeed please rewind.....

my minds playing tricks on me... is this woman of my dreams grinding on me?... the perfect picture can be painted... same picture always ends up tainted.... i’ve seen it done.. watched it come to pass..... relationships getting prayed over at mass.... before they had so much gas... put a light to that mothafucka and that shit went...buuulast.....what happened to that glass shoe... sinderella... how...hot...a hot...a hot is ahella?...how hot is swella?... all about the diamonds all about the gucci..yella... yella... o hella ... sizzle done lost his brain.... long neck skinny crane....is he insane.?... perhaps they dont see the sparkle... ...or see the shine... but thats just fine....im going after mine... so however it goes... whether i blow’s or it just blow’s... that’s Life Motherfucka and how it goes... hope you came to the show’s... but if you didn’t it blows.. cause 2square is on some sick clothes... and 2square is on some sick shows... and it shows..... fuck me, time never froze...  dont let this show come to a close... it aint all about the clothes... or the paintings or the drip... the journey of life... the trip... to many days in the box... and i was boxed in....so i hit canvas and start boxin.... huff...huff... hitting it hot boxin...up in the trees watching like owls...who? im boxing with vowels...  lions on the rocks with  howl’s.... sorry for the hunger that consumes.... in the past darkness looms... it leads to tombs.... so when i hit the canvas it booms.... the daddy who wombs............ fuck am i even saying? when i was spitting this at the computer it was so funny.....lq2m

I’m left here feeling mixed emotion...it weighs heavy on me like the ocean...decisions and paths i’ve tried.... will i move forward or be pulled back with the tide?...i gave my 20’s and most of my health... all my wealth.... im getting kind of dusty please take me off the shelf.....hitting the high seas.... can i please?... float off with the keys.....the compass is starting to spin.... will the tide really win... forgive me for the sin.....please...let the demon’s release from the sea within....take me... don’t take my twin... don’t take my friend.... what is the potion.... deep in this ocean.... why do i feel this explosion...this constant commotion.... why do i shake?.... why do i always ache? why do i ride the wave to point break?....to what break do i break?... how much can i take?....there’s to much at stake....break, break, break, how do you brake?... i can’t break.... i have no brakes.... please press the breaks.....................this is the first of a few i wrote last night it was a huge release hope you feel it cause it's the truth

it seems as though old age has set in...... words are grabbed only to be dropped moments later.... what a cruel joke...... new memories forgotten minutes later... have i been here before?... what is your name?.... how long are you in town justin ?.... is grampa dead.?.... yes he is only nine short months ago gramma..... do you remember the walks around the block.... trips to the park.... long days in the gazebo....the parcels you sent me year round... what happened to the house?... we sold it you no longer live there...... where do i live?... well gramma you live in a retirement home.... they take care of you..... she sits there quietly twisting here hair in a knot.... putting a bobby pin in only to take it out and start again.... she's only allowed one.... in her hay day her hair was full of them..... but her teeth have become brittle and she bites them repeatedly... the house of my childhood no longer exists.....the  familiar smell of my prepubescent years.... the toys in the closet lincoln logs, and all the other familiars... playing g.i.joe on the front porch.... grampa in the garage making a birdhouse or some other wood creation... an artist in his own time... every time i see her i think i don't want to grow old..... i don't want to be remembered like this... but it is my destiny just as it is yours... what life gives life takes.... the sun rises and sets whether your here to enjoy it or not.... dinner at swiss chalet that was grampa’s favorite when he could still drive... and so it became my favorite... trips to the mall downtown.... donuts and a soda.... the mall is a ghost town now.. bums, degenerates, homeless, poor, they meander around in pointless circles...it's now a barren wasteland long forgotten by society..... the animal farm by the beach... my god how i used to be scared of the ducks... old loafs of bread to feed the animals.... i was your favorite grandson and i knew it.... just as you were my favorite grandparents..... the only ones to take an interest in my life..... i miss our summers ..... the summers of my childhood a distant memory now..... slowly trickle from my grasp with age..... i drove by your old house today.....  it doesn't look the same.... it has a new owner..... i hope they love it as much as we did.... i remember every year the first thing i would do is make an inspection.... what is new... has anything moved.... that familiar smell... i can't recall the smell anymore... how i yearn for it though.... how i yearn for my grandparents.... i don't recognize you anymore gramma and grandpa is dead.... it's hard to look you in the eyes now it breaks my heart...... it's a slow death.... a slow blissful death..... she says I’m losing my marbles..... making that circular motion with her finger...... where is grampa?... is he dead? .... where do i live? ..... when did you get here justin?.... what happened to the house?....have i been here before?... how long are you in town for?.... it gets a little harder every time i see you gramma.... i long to talk to you.... i need your advice.... i want to talk to you about my life ...... my wife that left me a short time ago...you met her the last 2 years but you don't remember.. the home i bought..... my art work .... the man that i have become.... i need your advice... the advice only a grandparent can give.....but you don't understand... the conversation starts again after only a few short minutes...... i guess you will remember me as that little boy ..... as i will remember you like this... i'm so sorry i don't hold it against you..... please don't hold it against me..... please forgive me for not staying long when i see you.... it's so very hard.... and next year if your still with us it will be a little harder ....... with each trip a little piece of my childhood dies ..... a little piece of me dies.... till it is almost nonexistent ..... i love you gramma and i miss you dearly.....

 She says she loves but she longs to erase… and I want to split just to save face…. But I left this life behind because it was going to waste….. She spreads her wings to take flight… and she only flies at night… why do u play in the dark… deep inside she carried a mark… she knew a fire could be lite with just a spark… but the ember went out… so did the lights… remember when we were high as kites..yea she flew… she loved my pen and what I drew…. She liked the picture so I made 2... But it was a split picture… no frame… when shit goes down who do u blame… and I am a lion so im hard to tame…. I got addicted to that local fame… so I had to phone a friend… I missed my herd and I had to come back to tend… we tried to whether but it was just pretend… split like mitosis… now im a lonely cell… but look I found a key to excape my cell… so I wander.. And life is full of wonder…

When did these boys become men….and I had a golden goose but I’ll settle for a hen….forgive me for my harshness and this killer pen… and she is a number like 10...and he looks like a herb or maybe a ken… and I had a Barbie pretty smile and hair… a power couple with a stare… a fhilly and a mare…. A life to share… but when is enough a enough… a royal flush … a house full of cards… a floor littered with glass shards…. Please watch your step…off lovers rock we leapt… and with the fishes the love now slept… shhhhhhhhhhh… she whipers in my ear…. On my many canvas I shed my tears…. A lion alone in the house… married now to his art for it is his spouse… and every night we make love after I take off her blouse… its getting so hot in vegas the firman should douse….these cards are starting to move… and I want to move… I want to prove… so gone are the days of provide… what really lead to the great divide…shit was getting hot so I had to go outside…

no longer buyer now i just rent.... no more do i worry about the money i lent... when my chest is tight i get on my keys and vent.... think about alicia.. someone grab the sage... these lions are out the cage....we are all the rage... give up the wage... now life is just a wager... look what happened now i'm old like a pager.. in a hurricanes starter... before the time of the carter... no it was an apex... before the time of latex...  when everyday lasted so long.. before the king and the kong... still banging on my chest... kept the dickies freshly pressed... they can steal my words... if you are reading then sir i am heard... in my head went hoarse from yelling so long... it turned into a hollywood divorce... now im a thoroughbred white stallion... american /canadian, nomad, rapscallion... rocking the feather medallion

I wonder if they feel the ripple effect... before my tv was beamed in direct... but it wasn't comcastic... my life in the box became plastic... i became so bitter i couldn't mask it.... the ex and i were fakes... nights so old no more could i take...before i chased the diamonds and the steak... 2 many nights out at ruth chris and i'm ruthless.....now its a day thats more meager....im always hungry so im way eager.... not 2 worried about being a major leaguer.... now that i turned off the box in the room... i made it past the days of doom and gloom...

This is not for the faint hearted… so please lady don’t get me started… Im leaving las vegas like my plane already departed… catching the redeye…tossed the anchor away like popeye…. The green made me strong… but the path was never right only wrong…. Lead around my heart saved me from the fallout… oh boy…. Got bird in the sack ….rob roy….. The kingdom was majestic… so I waved my wand… and yes the brush made them fond…big fish skipping the pond… and this school cant always mesh… what am I? to fresh… I meet with my caucus.. Bitch I rock like ducaucus…. I know not all these words catch.. So I throw them like fetch….but u might think my ego is a stretch…

Helter skelter… Im running from my shelter…. And yes I loved her but I never really felt her….. The walls are crumbling down… we all fall tumbling down… too much paint and im weary… recharging my batteries u should fear me… listen up if you don’t hear me…. Im learning fast I could shear the….Vegas is burning and im getting teary… she never wrote a dear john letter… and I was doing good but I could always be doing better… fortune favors the bold… I push like Phellps for the gold… for me there is no mold… unless I cast… and these days are blue then gray ..so overcast… clipping strings…. Took off a ring… giving up the shiny things… feathers but no wings….. Music but no bird sings… still I transform… don’t follow my path I am far from norm…..a bright lightning storm… a killer swarm… rare is the form...