Bow My Head

Dear Lord...
I'm so selfish and self-absorbed
But when did all this happen.
It's like one day I was nappin'
Then woke up a different person
It's like the gift and the curse again

Got just what I was askin'
And shit I'm havin' a blast
But when each second is passin' quick
Can't get a good grasp on shit

Try to pretend I'm not
Look at all these friends I've got
But I stay in a zone
So sometimes I feel I'm alone

And yes I'm blown
But by my face you'd never know
I do a good job to hide
So don't seek 'cause I don't confide

Mental Manipulation

Fuck the formalities
'cause girl I'm tryna lick every inch of your existence
Just sit back and listen 'cause I don't need your assistance

I'm straight with making it flow in case you ain't know
Think back to the pink where I blow

Well now I'm tryna lick circles around your love
like I'm racing for the Sprint Cup

I've been up...and if you tryna get it down
You can just meet me somewhere near the 6th round
I won't even pull your panties down
You can be the person, name the place, and I'll give you that thang like a noun
But hold on to that for now

See, my track record is proven
So ask the girls that 'Whip Their Hair Back And Forth'
about the beds that I be movin'
It's rare that I be losin'

I'm so confident sexually
That if a chick say my dick ain't the shit
I don't even take it disrespectfully

Besides, I got many chicks that have been baptized
That can definitely testify

So just rest your eyes...please
'cause imma put you to bed
But no J Holiday...I'm J Reed
And I'm an exhibitionist, so if you need a sneak peek
Just type in "best sex ever", and the first google site is me
Don't be fooled by my conceit

They say my words were cliche' after the 'Mind Games'
So although I thought 'Back In Your Mind' was great
Some felt my words weren't enough to stimulate

But they can't put stipulations on this 'Mental Manipulation'
So all of my agitation
Will be taken out on this back breakin' love makin'
If you're patient...legs shakin'

And the view of me and you
Are what you have to look forward to

Well now I must bring this to a close
Just count this as another to go in my 'Mental' portfolio

Whip My Hair Freestyle

I'm on some silly shit
Tell me if you're feeling it
Just got your hair done?
Well baby girl get to whippin' it

Pardon me Willow, but imma have to ticket this
You folks unemployed and J Reed about his businesses
My drive is limitless
Girl I'm like a chauffeur
I'm on my Nu Bucks/New Bucks
And these other dudes are loafers
Put a penny in 'em
What's the issue with 'em
They're all walkin' 'round the city saggin' skinny denim
So I can not befriend them
Me I just school a little
And they get quiter than church mice, Stuart Little
But I do not belittle
I'm on the up and up
I'm over heads like flight attendants puttin' luggage up

And I don't care, I'm in the air back in forth
clear ports when I fly, we in the air back in forth
She want me in them thighs, I'm in them legs back and forth
I'm a beast in the sheets, I move the bed back and forth
And they don't get enough of me, they move their head back and forth
So you ain't gotta like the beat, just whip your head back and forth

Dear Summer Freestyle

I was born in the sun, on the doorsteps of winter
Leaves still falling, the day after November
My childhood, I'd rather not remember
Or better yet I'll call it a time to forget

My time to reflect hasn't come as of yet
The snakes still slither, a nigga still bitter
But I've become better and no matter the weather
My forecast is clear my mind's back in gear

The sounds you can hear of a child who's in fear
Who can't face the day, but can't run away
I came just to say that I'm must make a way
And my time is now, so here's 'Seven Pounds'

Not even 'Will Smith' could fix what I've dealt with
No scales, two court orders with no bail
I'm not frail, jah stocky nigga
Once humble, but now I'm a cocky nigga

I rhyme for serenity, the cleanse of my soul
You rhymin' for enemies and Benz's to hold
It's so old, and my temperature's grown cold
No lie, I'll 'Godfather' you 'wise guys'

I'm not from Bedstuy and that's no disrespect
The District's at bat, and I'm the next one on deck
And if not, this right here is for the streets
I've 'Exhaled', now you can 'Wait' on the beat

Rude Boy Freestyle

Come here rude boy, boy can you get it up?

Girl, I be up all night like the temperature...

In the summer time

Tryna get it in

Sippin' Mai Tai's down in the caribbean

I'm a 'rude boy'

but I'm 'nice' though

And we finish last, I'll be down when your eyes close

If you're thighs closed

You better open up

I'm might kiss it if you tell me that you're close enough

Girl I'm boastin' a *clears throat* "big ego"

And ain't no tellin' just how deep he'll go

You'll be twitchin'

When I come around

I got it up, now let's see if you can get it down

Rewind

I"m tryin' not to let my mind rewind
Back to the past where I tried to pass

But alas, I'm in full reminisce
And these thoughts, though I regret to admit, bring me feelings of bliss
Thoughts of the corner of your mouth where I would kiss
And the random acts of kindness that I dearly miss
Instead of my pain it was you that I chose to dismiss
Which in some ways makes me feel like I have to slit my wrist (just kidding lol)

All I see is me and you taking trips to DQ
You telling me that this "oreo crack" was fitna make you fat
And the irony in that, was that you never gave up that chance to indulge in a Oreo Blast
This nostalgic glimpse into the past has rain in my forecast

And I'm aware that you may not care because the way I handled things was pure crass

So as sure as...I write these words, I do so knowing that they'll go unheard

And I know it's absurd, but I'll toss these words in the sky
Hoping that your soul will fly to them in your dreams at night
I know that you have every reason to hate me

So I say these...things with as much apprehension as I can bring
You asked me was this just a fling
I must admit that it that it hurt for you to demean
As if I only treated you like a thing

But I mean...what did I expect when it was you that I chose to reject?
Which makes me feel stupid because you were a wife prospect

I've chose to neglect these feelings for too long
And I know that's wrong
So I chose to write this poem/song

I know that we can never belong again
I just hope that you can rewind with me on the time that was spent

Untitled

It seems that every since I began running I can't stop
I try and put the brakes on, but the loud squealing keeps my wheeling

And what's around the corner continues to chase
along with the stuff that crashes from my past

I tell my self to laugh
but the smile and teeth you see
Are merely a facade for what's beneath

Some say that they can see past it
And to just get past it
But the last hit was a classic

I thought I did a good job to mask it
But my attempts (I guess) are more unremarkable than fantastic
I believed that the change in me was evident
But apparently people want my past to be present

I'll just take it as a blessin' that the change isn't easy to see
But know (in the future) you may mistake me for someone who looks like me
I guess it's time for me to stop running and face the consequence of what I used to be
No underestimating the difficulty because this is all new to me

But I'm content with the path I'm on
And if you can't tread with me then I have to say so long

You can only infer who I am as a person
These poems are like a Maybach with the drawn open curtains
So you can see inside of my pain and my hurtin'
And you can guess who I am but make sure that you're certain