Dream Queen

I close my eyes and try to imagine what she looks like, what she sounds like...who she is. In my dream, she's dark skinned cause that's what I like the best. Dark and beautiful, luscious lips and curves...no need for nothing too extravagant, just a beauty in the face at least. She's 5 ft something, but definetely shorter then me...maybe an inch, but definetely not a foot. Her hair feels real and smells good and if she has a weave, she's comfortable around at least me with her real hair...and I like touching it. I fancy myself a lion so I don't dream of nothing less then a lioness. She can cook cause Solo likes to eat. She cleans, but doesn't mind being dirty with me cause she knows...I'll take care of her...I'll take care of it. Sometimes, we both cook naked and take it to the kitchen table...dinner? Of course, main course...I'll wash the plates, that's nothing. I love my dream girls smile cause it makes me feel like the greatest, I love her eyes cause they twinkle like stars in the sky and at night, it feels like a match made in heaven. Her kiss is so sweet, her lips are so soft and I feel like they are what I need...but she's just a dream. So I'm left to wonder, does she even exist? My dark skinned Dream Queen who isn't scared to come for me cause I give her comfort...all day...all night. She doesn't just cook and clean, but she knows how to control my untamed soul...cause it's un-tameable. She just lets it flow, fuck control. We dominate together, sometimes each other, regardless of the weather and wherever we are, we feel in our hearts, we should be together. But if we apart, we know how to handle it and it ain't no stress, simple...love. Or am I too much of a lion to have just one lioness? Too much to have a queen who aspires for the best...who expects the best, first from herself and me? Could that be a reality for me? Or is it destined to remain a dream? I admit, I struck out three times in life already so perhaps my charm wore off...Real Luck Gone. To be honest, I guess it's ok cause I believe there's a soul mate for me...out there, somewhere. So I'll continue to live my life, searching for a dream girl to make my real wife...who allows me to do my own thing cause she knows...I'm her King and she's my Queen. Till then, when the lights go off and I dream, I'll be reunited with Ms Right and Perfection, she's one in the same...so maybe that's her name. Ms. Right Perfection...she's one in the same, we play no games...except on Playstation I guess. But I don't even know her real name. After all, it's just a dream...who needs a real name when you sleep?

Tireless King....searching for a Dream Queen....oh where is she?

What's Cuffing About? Really?

I asked her...What does it mean to cuff? I'm Wst Indian, that's what we call a punch...Then again my love is like a shot to ya temple. I admire ya temple plus the simple things in life...Like the fact that your smart and like it raw when I pipe. Just me and you baby, we could do this for life. So what's the cuffin for miss? U don't even have to b my wife. You could live the life for free, by week or the month...Depending on how you keep it up, you could work up to a year, then maybe two depend on how well you do in other areas I consider of value. How's ya conversation? Mentally stimulating while my heart's articulating the emotion of love? When I blow on purple bud, would I do it alone or share the smoke? Would we both tote and talk, spark up with our mind's high, talk about all sorts of shi everytime...Just free our minds? How rich is ya soul? Do you value money, believe all that glitters is gold? Or do you hold something deeper, a richer feature far sweeter then ya ass...Ya soul, beautiful and agile...Holding onto the core values of true love, a true Us...A true one. Us being a union, intertwined by love, married before the One Above...

That's the only way I'll ever cuff again. By this current definition, for now it's hugs and kisses...

Goodbye girlfriend, perhaps I'll see you again. Some other day, one other weekend. Until then...
Au revoir sweetheart.
R. $olo

Blasin(Hot 2 Death)

She's classified exotic like the haze I blaze when the day's events had my mind bent on elevation. Half asian and Haitian, I didn't know her mix existed? Rare like Pineapple Express except I didn't expect for her to blow my mind. Every time her mouth opens it's like Heaven's flowing directly from her soul. Her voice hits the right notes, be them high or low...She just knows how to sing. A beautiful muse to the King, her voice being part of the reason why I'm amused when she's around. Other part being that with her, I can't believe what I'm seeing. I must be dreaming...She's really singing? And she's black and asian, sort of girl I've been waiting for since I was a young boy at 18...In class with daydreams about slanted eyes and a fat ass matched with a strong mind to compete with mine. Daydreaming about a Queen with the right attitude that just wants to move Solo like her dude, that dude being me. But now I'm 23 with no room for new dreams, just time to turn old ones into realities and I can see another one happening. I'm Bajan, she's Blasian and blazing hot, we're both going to the top with nobody to stop us but us which makes us...One in the same. I'm equipped with a beautiful brain and she can sing...Put the two of us together and we'll change the game. Force alot of you to stop playing...Cause we what we do? We do it too serious, you must be delirious, we don't consider this playing. This is raw passion, like doing the nasty in front of ya kids. Passion for the talents that we've been handed by Him. She has the voice of an Angel...That's why I love when she sings.
R. $olo

If I was a girl(Narcissus View)

And I saw me? I wouldn't wait to approach, I would just go all in. Introduce myself and suggest we become friends. After the first date, invitation upstairs and in...So we could engage in conversation, at least. But if I didn't want to talk, I would say fuck words, get to the verb...Action. Fuck! On the first night, it would be alright with me, I wouldn't look at you any differently. I would still call you, if it was popping and all...Everything though, including the convo should be on point. But if it wasn't, if you wasn't a good conversationalist and ya action was wacc, I'll deny contact...Or try to avoid it. If I was a girl, I would rock my own world...Given the chance to meet me. Given the chance to meet Rashad aka Godbody? Sorry to say it, but if I was a girl, I'd be gay...No niggas fucking me, I only fuck with bitches. Either way, she becomes my leading lady, but since I'm Rashad, she could have my baby...If she's really wifey like that. As a matter of fact, if I was a girl, I'd try and marry myself. Not for the wealth, for more then the sex. Moreso, how deep I can get into ya head and ya heart, make em both melt, make ya body wet and kiss u from head...To toe. Shi, if I was a chick and I met me, I would gladly hand over my number, call myself the same night, no hesitation. Matta fact, I would be waiting for myself to come through...Jus playing a game on the phone while I make my way over. When I get there, it's a wrap. We'll play Wii, smoke weed, watch T.V. n fall asleep on the couch. Rashad doesn't give it up on the first date, he makes you wait. Cause yes, it really is that good...It's a gift. And if your good enough, you could open it on the first date...Sorta like Trey, I'm talking first date...
Strictly Entertainment...I'll put my X on it.

Unfortunately for me, I'm not a girl which means I have to find one who could match my criteria. A living Dream...a Beautiful Queen. Luckily, however, I am a man, Crowned King in fact, Solo being the name...SWAG being my gift. Yes, I nicknamed my dick, so haters, hop off it. Cuz I am a man, fuck that, the man, fuck that, one man....And Solo can do everything you imagined. So baby girl...Let me show you the brighter side of life. Not saying you could be my wife, but at least my friend, boo for the time being. If I was a girl...But since I'm the man, I could only imagine...What being with you might be like.

R. $olo

1:40 A.M.(My fav #'s 14)

Time is of the essence and evidentally, it's still mine...My mind's thoughts are delivered by my hands that are raw. Scars born from holding the pen too long. Well, my thoughts are raw, my hands are still soft...And I like my baby's bottom...Children aren't currently an option. I'm too young to be a father and u think ur my mother, so why bother raising an adult and a kid? Honestly, neither one of us are ready for it...We might have to do adopt kids Let's help the world girl...Take care of the world, keep you away from childbirth until we old enough for our own? Until you think that I'm grown and we both on our own? Not physically...I meant mentally. For now, my mind's too wild to settle down, I'm bound for great things, currently can't have a kid. Honestly, I don't do love, my only love is writing. But baby girl, your the next best thing...If I'm the King, you know your the Queen. We could make an heir some other day, maybe? When we're grown and stable, when I'm able to devote time to a baby? Someday after I ask the question...Where love is my passion and my craft is complete? 2nd only to you? But until then boo...
Time is of the essence and evidentally, it's still mine. So I gotta shine like the star I was born to be, exceed expectations that were set before me...And accomplish things that no one would believe...Until they see of course. I'm living Art, molded with bones and blood, lived with pain and love, became sort of the King of Ink...Just think about it. I'm living Art, Ink pumps my blood, not a heart. Currently I'm Heartless...Until someone could harness my love.

#45 My Jordan Prime

That makes me 23 years old yet in my prime like I'm 35. My thoughts comprise a written art that's priceless. At my tender age, I've learned to kill with my kindness. Literally, I'm figuratively a Lion. My chest is swollen with a King's Pride, I have the presence of mind to decide what's right and wrong at all times and I've been able to survive in the Peasant's streets...So I'm a humble King. Humbly, the King of Ink who's thoughts come raw like you snorted a line. My thoughts come in higher then that when I'm regular...Or feeling fine with a wine black. Irregularly special, this talent I can't let go, this talent is already so grown...I'm so Grown Up!...
But I'm only 23 yrs old, so my girl tells me "Hush...Solo your just a puppet to society. Selling ya soul for dollars, coming up with this little moniker all to make money and have ya name in gold? All to get paid and be laid up with the hoes?"
I looked all innocent, eyes big like a kitten's. I put my hand over hers so she knew I wasn't kidding. "My soul's not for sale, believe me I'm real...So real you could feel me through ink...So real you could hear me when you think...That's really me talking, just using ya voice. I'm a magician so of course, I got a magic touch. I make ya mind blush and ya body melt in my hands, you know I'm not playing. I'm just saying...I'm a young grown up." With a smooth shot that'll stroke ya like a night in NY and I'm against the Knicks...55 buckets...#45 got lucky? Think not...And now I'm that hot at the age of 23.
R. $olo aka King 1NK

Right Before Six

I decided I'd go in again with the pen. Write something beyond no one's comprehension, as long as your imagination's involved. Because my thoughts are birthed from wild dreams that I thought were so real. At least...When I sleep. Those nights when I dreamed of things crafted so beautifully? The women, I mean. So perfectly scripted in my dreams. But in reality, it seemed I could only imagine those Queens. But it seems that my mind has scripted a beautiful human being. At least when he's thinking, awake without dreams. When's he breathing and reaching for something else, when's he's high and his mind's too wavy to touch. He's a mind-blowing Force like Yoda in the clutch...Against such weaker men. Beautifully scripted again? With a pen, at least? When he writes it, he reaches deep in and finds ways to transcend emotions so entrenched within all of us? The deepest and truest ones, sadness and grief to smiles or love? Somewhere in between, you get caught in lust? For more? Of his stories, I mean...The ones that are birthed from his dreams of aspiring? To be the greatest artist to breathe? At least a consideration, but at least everyone will read...And that's the greatest to me.
Right before six, I continued on like it was still my 1st, well it is August right? But I'll fight cause I'm more starved then thirsty...The only then to satisfy my appetite is to write like it's the last thing I can do. Like it's the only thing I can do...Continue to live my dream. Right before six, I continued on like it was nothing but a new month...August that is, I was born on the 6th...
N u know we gonna partttyyy....N bullshit like Biggie said. Yep, there's NY in him. Damn, man Mr. Solo aka King? The one who was born on the 6th of August? He goes hard, there's no stopping him.
R. $olo....I don't do it for the bucks.

Ode to Love

I've been trying...I've been knocked down before and lost on many more then just one occassion...I even started hating. Me, who was supposed to be top of the line, even in my own mind...but sometimes I lost. Even if I thought I was better then the competition, winning wasn't always my mission...sometimes, it's not even ya decision. All I wanna do is live life right with a beautiful wife at my side...a shawty who's willing to ride...for her dog, for her man, for anything that has to do with...Us....is that too much? Or perhaps I haven't done enough to deserve such a love that gives me a rush, love that's a hand to be held...a love that smells...fragrantly, beautifully...like a rose....but who knows? But I'm willing to put it all on the line if it mean's your love would be mine, cuz who would mind? Not me and you...at least, so put ya trust in me and ya heart at ease...please?


"I'm the Solution, what the fuck is ya Problem?"
R, $olo

LX Chronicles: New Money

I remember the day it happened. I was sitting at the kitchen table, hand across my forehead, elbow on the glass. My head was throbbing, perhaps
from the hunger that made my stomach growl, perhaps from the lack of
sleep I had been getting...All in all, my head hurt. Bills were scattered before me as were ashes from the lit wine black that occupied my other hand. Another pull was taken, trying to ease the stressful thoughts that clogged my mind. Where was the money for this...The money for that...Where was any money?
Through the thick white tobacco smoke, my eyes caught sight of an eviction notice...That red ink. Something about red ink disturbs me...Maybe because I was used to see it on returned papers with useless comments from professors I thought were just hating. I still got an A...Why all the dumb comments? Even with that college dream dead, I hated red ink. My new job wouldn't be able to pay my rent fast enough and I wasn't about to rob nobody.
I mean...Do unto others as you would like done onto you...And I wouldn't want to be robbed. Keep what you work for, I'll get my own. But at the time, I had nothing and no way to get anything. Sticking somebody wasn't seeming like a bad idea...And I know some niggas who would do it. A knock disturbed me from those thoughts, forcing me to move from my seat to descend the stairs and open the door.
I knew something was up from the smile on my cousins face...just as he
could I was still down from the dark circles under my eyes. But his
smile beamed nonetheless. "I got something."
I didn't even bother to nod. I just let him slip past my with a book bag
on his back. That furthered my suspicion...this dude wasn't in college. As he walked past me I caught a brief scent of something,a change in the air as he walked up the stairs. But the rich scent of the wine flavored tobacco still over weighed...My head still throbbed.
He went right to the table and slung the bag on the table, choosing to sit
where I had taken up a brooding residence moments before. I wasn't even
tight...He didn't know anyway. I stood against one of the walls in the kitchen that allowed me a view to the table, my left hand idly stroking the black beard I had grown...My mane, I called it. Simple things like that calmed me, stroking my chin. It settled the hunger for a better life for a minute..reassured me that things weren't so bad.
I smelled it before I saw it. Another scent, far more natural then the
scent of the wine black. It was strong, intoxicating almost. "The fuck
is that." I questioned aloud.
I paused for a second as he smiled...Not because he smiled, but because my voice sounded foreign. It was the first time I had spoken in awhile.
"New Money," he gloated."New Money."
I moved to stand closer to the table, eyes peering through smoke to
catch a glimpse of my cousins idea of "new money". It was a big plastic bag, filled with light green trees. Something about them reminded me of snowy little trees at first...I guess because they were green with this
white gleam. They had branches too and it was a lot of em...like a
forest in a bag. It wasn't the look that caught me tho, it was the
smell.
I always loved the outdoors and something about that scent reminded me of nature. It seemed refreshing to me, clearing that area of the the thick white smoke that black and mild produced. I couldn't lie...
I loved the smell of new money.
R. $olo

King's Creed: Take One

I am more then a King with tatted crowns and a Queen. I am a King who breaks bread with an Ace and grew up next to a Franchise. I am a King who will always know the Truth…in enemy and friend. I am a King who always stays in touch with Council. I am a King whose loyalty lies even with ghosts…such as Casper. I am a King who stays with a Coehiba, in victory and defeat. I am a King who learned forgiveness through loss…who found strength through failure. I am a King…a Just King. Not the smartest, nor the largest, but a Just King…a fair-minded King. I am more then a King with tatted Crowns and a Queen…I am a King who lives his dreams. But most of all...I am a King who believes that Family is Love...and Love is my life.
R. $olo

I feel offended

Pray for my enemies...

Being dishonest to a man who only requires honesty is a grave offense.
Such an offense would often be counteracted with a series of truculent acts from that man. Why? Trust is marked on his hand and is used to instill the importance of trust in others in his truculence. For trust can be vital in situations of life or death. Those who are dishonest are therefore liabilities to the livelihood of those who are honest. Once dishonesty is found amongst a man who requires nothing more then honesty...who gives nothing but such honesty in return...who trusts that those around him would not lead him astray...once dishonesty is found? The man is tempted to become a beast and obliterate the liars who claim their words are truth. But, temptation can be abated for a time...for a time.
R. $olo

Magic

I've been gone for a minute...haven't I? Kept my face away from those flashing lights, stayed outta trouble on those crazy nights...that's become my life. No crazy parties, no bad shawties...just me. But I left for a reason. I had to go, take a moment to see...take a moment for me. Cause at the end of the summer season, I no longer felt like breathing. When the fall came, it was still the same...it was all rain, all loss, no gain. But at the start of the winter, I caught a hint of, something better...another change of weather. I saw a time when the sun shined and with that vision in mind? I decided to go for mine. With my mind on the money like my big brother Ace's, I went back to the basics, back to being hated. Back to being fly like pop ups to second basemen. Back to being seen so niggas cud emulate it...But my heart is still gold. So I did not turn cold...I just let go. I let them do them cause maybe one day they'll see, they r not me. But for the author of the story? I continue to walk around, sporting this tatted crown...killing em for my kin...playing only to win. Why? Cause losing is a no go...especially for R. $olo

Reality's Vision

He came home sporting the visage of a lion with his mane...and he realized things had changed. The faces, the places, but 1 thing had stayed. The rules to the game...so even when he sported his mane, he knew how to play. His eyes were his key. They were as dark as night, but somehow...held light. Mystery they called it. His touch was light, he knew how to fight, everything with him was right...and that was just at night. Because in the day, the game did not change, he still knew how to play. Now he was more of a delight, he was chocolate on sight. Yes he's dark skinned, even tatted for his kin...and here it says something about a King...so he must win. Now, opposites attract, from 2 sides of the map...we have found a match. But they can not be, for now at least..for later? Well c. But this tale is about he...R A...shh Solo, they gotta read the rest to c....
R. $olo

Lion King

Of course she's the best. I wouldn't settle for any less because I am the Lion King. No, not Mufasa, my name's Rashad. I don't have any sons, but definetely a few Scars. I grew up like Simba in the concrete jungle and struggled to find real friends like Timon and Pumba, but sure enough...I made it through and the crown was due. But that's enough about me...I'm interested in her. There's just something about her that makes me want to make her purr. Maybe it's her eyes that mesmerize me everytime. Maybe it's those perfect thighs that make me rise and fantasize about her making me roar...Maybe it's more so the tattoos that make me want to put her through it...Or maybe it's the fact that she's a real cool kit. Down to earth Chick who keeps it a hundred...Different from the rest of these bitches who are out they're wishing they could be with me. Wishing they stood a chance with the King. But Honestly, I'm a Lion...So I don't fuck with bitches, they could stick with the dogs. N that's nobody around me, so please try and keep up. My chick's are sex kittens, my niggas are big Cats...Got that? Good. That being said, I reserve the right to be selective and I've selected a girl who's nearly perfect. Not just any girl, a girl who I want to make purr every night, put her in the fur if she's cold at night...The sorta chick I would treat right for the rest of her life. Why? She was born in August...That makes her the Lioness. Queen of the Concrete Jungle...Cuz Solo's the Lion King

I messed up

I wasn't always like this. I wasn't always the good dude you see, I wasn't always the one girls wanted to be with...I wasn't always different. Actually, for most of my time I was the same kind of dog that I currently despise. The type who told lies to his girl and thought he was slick, thought I was getting away with cheating. I used to look her in her eyes and tell her I loved her...Then go right behind her back and make love to another woman like I forgot who my first woman was...Like I forgot my love. Like I forgot who was there when there was no one else...Like I forgot who loved me for me, not for the person the saw, not for what they thought I should be. She loved me for me, on the inside...Not for what I did while I was inside her thighs, not for making her cum more then twice, not because I was the best sex of her life but because inside...She saw me. She saw my raw emotions, saw me when I was broken, saw me when I was holding onto the world by a string and didn't judge me...She just pushed me and constanty loved me, tried to find ways to do it perfectly consistently. And I persistently insisted on pushing her away because I want more pussy. I wanted to have sex with other chicks whose encounters with me wouldn't amount to shit. Past me sliding into they ass and sliding them out of the crib for fear of my girl finding out. So what was it really about? I sit back now and ask myself...Was it really worth it? It used to break my heart to see her cry so I lied and tried to cover it all up...But what the fuck? I ended up shattering myself....Because I abused the best and tried to surpress real love by indulging in lust. In the end, I ended up in shambles...Scrambling to piece together my heart and find another girl who could replicate that thing that me and her had...Real love. Everytime, I fell short of it so perhaps the truth is, I lost it...Forever? Maybe I'll never feel love again and I'm destined to remain Solo because of how I tortured real love? Because all I wanted to do was fuck and didn't give a fuck about her feelings when I was sliding into other females. But no...I don't believe that's how it's supposed to go for me. Everybody makes mistakes...And I'm past the mistakes I've made in the past and currently? I don't see myself making the same ones, I'm smarter then the rest of them....Which is why I'm DIFFERENT. I didn't give up on love, even though I fucked it up once and other times it's crushed me. The beauty in life is the fact that you get to try again...If your mistakes don't kill you. And what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger so I'm strong enough to know...That when I feel love again, I won't let it go...And I won't fuck it up over lust and the hoes.
R. $olo

SoloLeo Confession: #7

Survival of the fittest and I am fit to survive. Darwinistic mindset with a lion's pride. Especially evident in moments where others died. Esepcially during the times where others woudln't have tried, I strive for success. Simply because I know that I'm blessed just to draw breath. Just to feel the air in my lungs and to see one more day, it is simple for me to say...I'm Blessed. Blessed with the utmost Faith that doesn't shake. Perhaps in other men, but not my Faith in Him. Not when it comes to the King of Kings who crowned me...Him being my Lord, our God. Him being the Saviour of all things, including those that we believe are suffering. Him being the wind beaneath our wings as we begin soaring to new heights. Which is why I'm frightened by nothing...Even falling out the sky beccause my Lord is always with me. I'm blessed by the King of Kings, simply to be living, breathing. Unfortunately, some of us never get to see another day...Never get to wake up so when I wake up, I thank God for saving me again, for giving me the blessing that is breath...Simply another chance to live another day and to say...
Amen. Glory be to Him....Survival of the fittest and He made me fit enough to Survive. Darwinistic mindset...With a Lion's Pride. Blessed by the Son, that's why I'm destined to shine.
R. $olo

Computer Lov3

There's something about her that holds my intrigue. Something I see that raptures my sight and entices my mind to find out more about her, this girl. Whose knowledge of words is superior to mine whichi is one reason why I find her unique. Confusing, especially when she needs sleep, especially when she begins to speak about me fighting me. I'm just fighting the fact that she's sexy and that she perplexes me easily. She's pure in a jungle of savages and I could just imagine us living life lavish...In a palace of gold, perhaps? I don't care as long as your there...Purring. On a persian rug with nothing but the ring on, the one I bought u for being true to me. The Lion King, the one frauds consider frightening, but u saw the bright King all the way on the other side of the computer screen. The shining star, outshining the constellation, my lines are hot enough to replace the sun..Leo's...Solo is the one, but her? That girl whose thoughts purr to me like a kitten? I'm afflicted by visions of her, like she's my brain and I can't turn it off...It's android love. LeoKing and the Bot, who needs control? We're robots with souls...No verbal distortion, we are reality imposed, supposed to be humans, but truth be told...
We're Transformers without Shia Lebouf. Transforming the world, one mind at a time. The Spaded King Solo and the Lovebot angel. We go together like I n E, it doesn't matter where C is...Or where u C us...cuz if u C us? Understand we Crush Decepticons like Megatron with ease...So please don't make us transform and show the strength of our bond...Her Love will devastate you, my Spade will break you and take you to ya grave...So fake, be forewarned.

The Real is back, yall about to be Gone

If I tweeted Chris Brown, it would go like...

Chris Brown: Oh yeah and for the haters out there, keep hating, it makes me stronger.

Mr. Solo: Sure can do u punkass nigga....No wonder ya nickname is Breezy, your easy to defeat. Only thing u eva beat was Rihanna n that doesn't make u strong enough to beat me...Or anyone who's real...And that's a fact Breezy, lol, believe me. My hate makes u scared, not strong...But I don't even hate u, I'm definetely not a fan. I mean ur a good musician, but I don't respect u as a man. We all make mistakes and can be forgiven for them. But u take those up with God and I'm not as giving as Him. So I still say...F U CB

Chris Brown: Shut the fuck up. Son, do u know what the fuck I can do to you bitch? Keep playing, u gon get hurt kid i got goon money so relax.

Mr. Solo: U said u got goon money, that means ya goons ain't on deck...U paying for ya goons which means u paying for respect. Oh Chris Brown, please be quiet..Before I go to ya concert and start a riot, before the Boys get the call like "There's been shot's fired"...Goons run in my bloodline and no, we're not for hire. So if I was you, I would stop pretending and just remain quiet. Pretend like I don't exist, b4 I FRONTPAGE you just so I could make the news.

Chris Brown: If I knock you out, u gonna sue & n that sucker ish but if I send some dudes to go check you I don't gotta get blamed. Come try that at my concert and y

you and your toy soldiers will get laid out...Even the fans will get at ya plus my goons...U crazy kid. Get ur weight up and your paper right. U probably can't even afford to go to my concert. Loser, step ya game up

Mr. Solo: If you knock me out, I'ma shoot myself for not being a man...But ur really not tough, only thing tough u do is dance. And I think I can help u with that.

Chris Brown: If u knew anything about me, u would know I box and kickbox...I'm a black belt u moron, find things out before you talk.

Mr. Solo: Listen Karate Kid, I'll punch a hole in ya chest so u could take a deep breath, next shot putchu on ya back cuz u didn't relax.

Chris Brown: All this gun talk, u ain't bustin nothing bro. Ur living fantasies kid. All talk. When I go outside or do a concert, you tough guys neva there.

Mr. Solo: C'mon superstar, I gotchu going hard? Lol talking about u wud get @ me n my team, "toy soldiers?" Soon from now, u'll b asking me to ghostwrite for u n ya squad cuz when I get on? I'ma make sure ya shit neva goes off...U soft. Definetely a bitch to me, ur SWEET! Sorta like the pussy u eat...I mean are, ur not close to real Dog. So I suggest u stop dm'in me like some sorta feen, talking all sorta shit...Like honestly, when u gonna c me? Trust, don't even be in the same spot as me.

Chris Brown: Nah, u won't get on. Good luck trying. All I gotta do is tell celebs not to mess with you and nobody will sign you. Why don't you come see me like u claimed? Come to my concert if u could afford it. Even if u came, u wouldn't do nothing and ya girl loves me.

Mr. Solo: I'll erase ya memory, replace it with metal B's...Those r bullets u see...N now I gotchu talking about hating on me? LOL I don't care if ur a black belt, ur not Bruce Leroy...n I Shonuff got enuff shooters to make u feel real BREEZY boy.

Chris Brown: Aiight tough guy...If you would've come at wit respect I could have even tried to help you with ya music situation but since u wanna talk shit, u are so useless. If u feel brave come to my show and bring your girl because I know she loves me.

Mr. Solo: I don't do music, I'm just it's future influence. Don't forget me Breeze, I'm the best writer to breath, quote me. But y wud my girl like u if u known for fucking up bitches when they get outta hand? She likes her life + I'm a real man so ur not ='ing me. C, I know how to handle the situation. Shake her up quick fast n that's that...U on the other hand, don't know how to react. Little boy, take a lesson from a grown man.

Ms. Nine-One-Six

She has me convinced. She got my mind set on a permanent move to a whole nother coast just to show my talent. Permanently being, currently...I'm thinking about making moves out of NY as we speak. In a sense at least. Fact of the matter is, Cali is where I would want to live for a couple of years. I'm not trying to be a star, I'm trying to get the check behind the scenes...For writing the scenes that flow so eloquently. As in movies, you see. I'm hella cool and I'm so cupcake'n smooth...No it ain't baked, I'm moreso the batter...Up? Like we playing baseball and I'm the next to hit. Homerun first pitch..."Get outta here bitch"...The Yankees win. I'm not going to LA for the Dodgers, I'm going to leave NY imprinted on a few things. More directly, LI...Since our stories untold on a few things. But before all that movie shit perhaps, I'm tryna see 916...The entire thing. Spread her like a map, fronting like I'm lost in Cali. I would gladly move to LA...City of Angels, if I may...And stay permanently...Currently. But you see, my mind changes at times and I find myself amused. Don't get it confused, if I go to Cali...Most of LI's coming too...Well, at least my dudes. Probably a few girls if they act right too. Aren't I hella cool? The city of Angels? I should fit right on in because with this pen? I'm soaring. And miss 916 could take a trip with me...No disrespect to her boyfriend, but I'm a better look then him, just saying. There wouldn't be any time wasted and I wouldn't be wasting time chilling with otha dudes...I'm Hella Cool. Hella smart too...I'm a King, they're Jestering fools. And we could blow purple haze for days...I'm also a Hi Joker, told Ya! I could make ya laugh. Perhaps now you understand why I rise above the occassion and land in the stars, Fuck it...I land on the sun. Yes, I'm hella-hot...Got it, Miss 916? Cali's nothing but a breeze to me...Maybe permanently, we'll see. But for the love of God, NY'll always be with me...You could come visit me.
R. $olo

Quick Exchange one day...New York(Or am I imagining things?)

I stepped out the car and she said,
"Oh my God!"
I stopped in my tracks, turned around and said...
"What, you mean Our God? He's not just yours, I know Him too."
"No, I mean...You look so good."
I chuckled a bit, sorta a short laugh. "We should get to know one another, at another time cause I'm talking about Him and your still talking about me...So maybe-"
"We're perfect for another?"
A short silence ensued as she gave me a wide smile and I grew confused. "You should give me ya number sometime and I'll call you...Time's of the essence at the moment and you seeming to be forgetting one thing..."
"No darling, I already know who you are...Your Rashad."
I paused. "That being said, I'm rightly advised...So I can't be dreaming."
"Yeah, you really are the King...SWAG or of Ink when you think of things that rhyme. That coincide with people's souls because you know the Lord knows yours. So your words incite raw emotion...Or are thought provoking. Right, Mr. King?"
"Don't put them together sweet heart, Mr. Solo and the King are apart. Mr. Solo's the real deal...King SWAG's just art...You follow me on twitter, don't ya?"
"You know I do! I wanna be a Queen to you."
I walked away as she shouted her number. "Maybe...We'll see. Continue to praise He Ms. Lady"
R. $olo

Brand New

"Yu acting like a brand new nigga..."
When I heard that, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face the person who spoke those words. Of course, it was a her who was hurt since I told her it was over. But I smiled at the sound of her words...Of course.
"Yes I am a brand new nigga...A brand new breed. You see, all those things that were associated with nigga came before me...Before my time so I'm not that kind of nigga. The word's not the same as it was bacc in the day, it's connotation isn't the same. No, I am not a nigger, that's a deragatory form of the word I use. Nigga, on the other hand, I use that sometimes to call somebody my brother or another man who's been through the same struggle as me. Everybody could be a nigga to me, cuz life's a bitch and bitches are trouble to me...N since we still breathe, we are struggling, troubled by the bitch we call life. But I love her, she's my wife so I try my best to treat her right. A brand new nigga? Yes I am. The things associated with the word before don't fit when it comes to me. I sound like an intellectual when I speak, I write proficiently and I read eloquently. I'm not a superstar on the court or the field and I can't sing or dance, unless it's for your personal entertainment...I find ways to entertain the public with a mind that is one of a kind, irreplicable regardless of skin tone. Everybody else could try, but they'll find themselves just a little short of the work that is me...This brand new nigga u see. But the best thing about me is that I teach. I'll teach other dudes how to be "new niggas" like me. Full of respect, those who don't regret, and just live life to the fullest...And love it all, even when times get rough and they fall...They'll learn to live it all. Like me, the brand new nigga you see."
She got real quiet and didn't know what to say, but I finished her off nice and easy.
"I like u, but ya trifling ass b going to c ya x man, stifling me with questions about where I've been...Stressing me like I'm the one who's cheating. I'm done with the stress so get over it...It's ova chic...Go back to ya old nigga with ya bullshit. I'm 2 brand new"
R. $olo

Grounded

I've been grounded since time began, practically. Every since the first grade, I found a way to get in trouble and punished. My punishment was being grounded...Stuck in my room like a dog in a cage. Anytime I misbehaved, I was put in that room. But I was so creative. I made up shit and wrote stories back then too...3rd grade, a few friends and I wrote comic books. By 5th grade, I had detention every day and recess was rarely played. Homework? For what? I would just get grounded anyway...I always found a way. To have to stay in my room and create things. Things I imagined with a pen...Or took from a book. I remain grounded, even on holidays. Like Christmas for instance. Put on punishment again for opening a gift a little too early...We used to have to wait, couldn't just open them right away. Punishment for that for the whole break...My grades were ok. You see, I stay grounded, but in a way, I found myself. Found the strength that is me and tweaked it until it reached it's peak, which is currently ascending as we speak...I'm constant evolution. Like a mountain forming that keeps soaring into the clouds, my mind thinks and these thoughts are written down. But you see, I've been grounded. Humbled for so long for doing wrong, even when it was the smallest of offenses that occured, I was held down to the earth...Grounded. So now that I'm doing right, of course I'm going to fly as high as can be, so high that you can't see anything in my eyes but purple trees...So high that money doesn't even matter to me...That I use it to help other's get wealthy...Because I could care less about wealth, I'm about good stories...Strictly Entertainment, I put my X on it...Acronym's SEX, would you like to be next? I suggest you read. Because...I'm as humble as I should be...Forever humble because I'm hungry and abundantly gifted. I'm not just talking when I say I'm gonna strive to be the undisputed best to ever breathe...I want that title for me, for real. Or at least people to see that I brought real back, in fact. In every aspect of life...Somehow or another with what I write.
Cause I've been grounded forever...But I was born with wings.
R. $olo

Facebook Status(See Rashad Solo)

A savage of sorts, I ravage things for sport...Create CHAOS when I'm bored since that was my favorite word since the third grade. Isn't it amazing the way my mind thinks and links things together so effortlessly? So much so that some people believe that I'm an illusion/dream? Even though I'm a human being? Living breathing...Not a machine, just a man from a different galaxy. Honestly, I'm amazing to me...The way I'm able to do it so fluently. I'm humbled you see, never forget that this talent is a blessing for me...Granted through a hard lesson that would have defeated me had I been weak. But let's get back to the matter at hand...Of how I ravage lands and savage women? Slaying hearts with the beautiful art that is English. Ravaging lands because it's translated into different languages...Spanish, French, Dutch. German too, even the Neo Nazi's will have to respect my cruel. I mean, I'm so cool. When I turn it on, I get so cold it feels like I burn you...Like you touched dry ice or I touched ya soul, either one I suppose. My words get that deep, but we'll speak on my length another time. For now, I resign by signing my signature for the first and last time, tonight.
Good night
R. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #5(#1 Alive)

You see who I consider the top 4 out of 5? Edgar Allan Poe, J.D. Salinger, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Shakespeare. Who's #5, who really cares right? Wrong. He's the youngest one and honestly, to me...He's the best. He'll be better then all the rest because he could do it too unless otherwise instructed. But without instructions, he can put it all together so clearly and clever. He makes you feel smarter all together. Fuck that, he makes you feel, for real. Any emotion he wants to reveal. #5 is different then the top 4. The other 4 are dead, he's still alive. Not only is he alive and breathing, we have reason to believe he's about to show off his work. More then the fact that he's about to do that, he's BLACK?! Holy crap...I think I like him more in fact. Wait a second, he's how old? 22? Well damn, that's young...He just begun? Which means we have at least 10 more years to develop this talent here if we get to him early? Oh no way, let's take him away on vacay...Wait a minute, he just wants to smoke and write? Well, that's alright with me...Shit, we could send him to Holland and let him do that on TV. People will pay to see that...Or to listen to him talk, I guess. What'd you say his name was again? #5, the one living? Yeah...I heard about it on Facebook...Then I saw the whole thing on his blog. His names R...what? Oh oh, not the first name until I meet him, got it. But I mean, it's there on his profile. Oh, that's not being formally introduced. Haha, I like this kid already. So R. what? He works by himself, does thing's Solo? Tatted across his arm, how do you know so much about him sweetheart? I thought you said you've never seen him before, just on facebook. Well whatever, Who's #5, top dead or alive? The only one still living, meaning?
...He's the best out right now since the other 4 died out.
R. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #1(Top 5 Dead or Alive)

To call you a Rose is but gentle folly of name. Perhaps your beauty is so much that you have not even been bestowed such a thing, as a name. As the stars twinkle beneath moonlight, I can not imagine what it would feel like to know your name. It would be a change in my life I would forever undertake, as soon as the day breaks. My eyes have never seen such a beauty as yours...Nor shall I ever, of course. Which is why I cast aside my pride and put it all on the line one time, if I feel your beautiful of course. The right to be selective is mine, but perhaps this is divine. You must be named Angel for your beauty denotes Heaven. You must be God's gift to the world. And as I stand here, I can not help but stare at the star that you are and wonder...How did I even get here? How did I get the chance to stand so near to a living Angel? So near that I could see her. So near her that I could hear her voice if she spoke it one time, but the pleasure has been all mine. Of speaking my voice, of letting you hear my words that fall remarkably upon ears. So I raptured a smile and her attention at my most recent, emulation. The #1, Dead or Alive, his style? Forget about the rhyme scene, I'm more about the theories. Romeo and Juliet were star crossed lovers, Midsummer's Night Dream was about fairies who were drunk and fucking, and Othello, well...You know. Sometimes, a nigga's paranoia is a killer, but other dudes really tryna getchu set up. Anyway, have you yet to discover his name? Tis a shame your brain can not arrange some range of sense. Must it be beneath window that I call your name? Must Mercutio be a cousin to me and Juliet my lover indeed? Or can you see, it's just the R in me, Emulating the one and only...
William Shakespeare. I fear it is true...That's #1, dead or alive my friends.(I'll tell you about #5 anyway)
R. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #2(Top 5 Dead or Alive)

He was an interesting fellow, you see. More interesting then that man with the beers on T.V., but unlike he, this man shall remain un-named. He was amazing with his hands. They moved so fast and with a dash of each finger, he found the right note. Hit the right chords and of course all he heard was rounds of applause. Sorry, my fault...That was me. You see, I surprisingly enough couldn't help but fall to a hush as he made that beautiful noise. Not a voice sounded. The soloist seemed to be in his own little word, creating great sounds with each chord, according to the crowd.
It was his party, yet he was the entertainment. Everywhere he went. That moment upon the piano chair hushed the drunken crowd into an attentive recital audience. Judges, even. Yet as he stood from the chair and gracefully bowed, it became so loud again. Lively and things happening all over, once more. I could not keep my eyes off of him, my neighbor, the Soloist. As he looked so dearly into the eyes of Miss G, the most beautiful moment I've seen. In that moment, I hated him. He was so great and then she made me happy. She pulled away from his gaze and found mine.
Of course, in due time, she made her way to me as he mingled with other guests. I suggest that my #2 favorite was Gatsby, of course. With the charm that never wore off. While some brains were too foolish to be a part of this man's master plan. he believed in them and look at what it cost.
Though some have strayed from their course, I of course, stay on point. With minimal flaws, I don't fall. So you see, I'm stay high above stars...In my UFO car. I'm flyer then your average being which is why I'm an Unidentified Flyer Object then alotta you dudes. Hence why your not seeing me. No lie...I gotta reach down just to touch the sky, that's how fly I am. Damn, who's #2 again? F.S. Fitzgerald, you ever heard of the Great Gatsby?
Somewhat of a sad American classic to me.
R. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #3(Top 5 Dead or Alive)

I might have to be out my mind to think that I could end up being Top 5, dead or alive. But you see, I'm different. My mind thinks in other ways that in some ways resembles...Greatness. I guess you liked to know where my story began, but I came from my mother...Like everybody else. What else happened? Shit happened. I grew up and shit happened. That's how my story breaks down. Not when I was young, not when I was having fun, but when I fell down on my face. That's where the good story takes place. Everything else, that's just shit that happened to me way back when I was a boy....Before my life morphed me into a man...That sort of transformation, it was amazing. To see me fall flat on my face, that being the good story that takes place. That being the story that I write about now as I emulate #3. Mr. J.D.
Catcher in the Rye of course. 9th grade English course, Miss Totman...I remember that broad. Passed off strength of my older brother's impression, thank you. Anyway, Holden Caulfield showed me what's real that year. How people break down in fear of phonies. How when your upset enough, you don't care if she's horny...You'd rather leave somebodies brain blown from their dome. But your just afraid of the phonies. Me? I hate phonies, but I tolerate phonies. I enjoy the haters, they make me elated...Almost as if she's blowing me, but not quite the same elation. You know what I'm saying? J.D. Salinger, he managed to be #3, to me. Personally I guess, Holden Caulfield was the best. Character created by a person that wasn't me, but you'll see. In due time, where I end up on the top 5.
Mr. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #4(Top 5 Dead or Alive)

Upon a cool and cloudy spring eve....In which the day held a high humidity, we were met that night with a breeze. After some time, there came drops of rain upon the window pane of the car, but we cared no more as the pedal hit the floor. We were gone. Moving faster then speed itself, it felt like...It felt like we were flying through space in some sorta UFO race. That's how high I can get and yes I bet, you've never been here before. It's like I like you, but I adore the car. That's why every time, I push the pedal to the metal and I make her purr. Vroom vroomin the pussy, it's feeding my passion like I'm beating it raw. But of course, I'm just emulating the 4th. 4th of my top 5, best to do it of course. But you see, I'm not a copier, so I just mirrored a line. That's just so I didn't really commit any plagiarism crimes. Just in case I catch a case for something stupid, like leaving a shot in somebodies heart like my name was Cupid...Cause he was acting foolish, I had to shoot him. Back to that night, where I decided to write again...When the humidity was high, but at the night I got Higher then the wind...I didn't even feel the cold, I felt my soul. With every word I wrote, quote the Raven, "Nevermore." Yes, I'm emulating Mr. Poe of course, but my soul still Soars. Above nightmares and whores...I see Queens and a Porsche. 911, somebody needs to help them when I'm dreaming. Cause I'm the dream changer, turn those into reality. So now you know. My #4 is Edgar Allan Poe...He's one of the top five, dead or alive, to me. But Edgar Allan Poe is just # 4 in my top ten...and I still put myself higher then him. Top 5 dead or alive? Greatest writer to ever live? The other 4 are dead, I'm currently ever living. Hello...You should start twitting me because I'm about to blow...Haha, just a joke. Follow the keystrokes...Read what I wrote. Quote me, forevermore.
R. $olo

Real Babe(Who needs Fantasy or a Dream?)

When the Queen I seek is living, breathing. The same air that I intake at times, but my lungs are fine, so we still exhale at the same time. Sometimes, but at least the same air. So what about a Dream Queen or a Fantasy? When they are both combined, I find Misses Right Perfection and her affection is mine. I won't waste time with corny lines about how she's been through my mind, she already understands that. She's feeling the same, so why waste time talking? She's already walking towards me cause she knows I'm a savage...The type to get it in right there on the marble floor...Raw. Most of the time, we use protection but today's been a long day. We've been away from each other for too long already so why waste time? If she's right and perfect? She already knew it was worth it after the first kiss, after I tasted her lips for the first time, after I put her lips to mine and let her taste chocolate, she knew it was all worth it. So when I can afford, I'll give her the world cause she deserves it. The type to get a Lambo for cooking me food since we stay on the move. We, meaning me and her. We got a maid and a butler, She's black and British and he's from Colombia. He's in the kitchen and sometimes, she's gets to fuck with us...Or do whatever it is that she does, in her little maid outfit. I don't give a shit, honestly, cause I think everybody should be paid. So why wouldn't I have a butler and a maid? I don't like to cook or clean and I wouldn't want my Queen too...If I could afford it. I would just buy her shit like it's Christimas. A Maserati for doing the dishes. But don't think that I'm just buying her things, I'm just giving her the best cause I'm the King. SWAG is his name, his domain shakes more then a mind frame. It shakes her whole body, all the time....Elevated elations, every time. He already knows nobody did it like him before. He already knows you came at least 4...5 times? And every time he left you saying, damn...He's mine. She can have it, anytime she wants it...On the kitchen floor that's marble in front of the butler who'll probably be so focused he'll keep on cooking while the maid is looking in. Wishing she could get in on what me and my babe are doing, but knowing that it would be foolish. We too busy doing other things...King's pleasing Queen. That's as simple as it would be for us, if I was fortunate enough. So all I got to say is...
Where is my real babe? When I see her, I'ma greet her and say...Hello, I'm Mr. $olo. Dollar sign, no S yes...Me. The nigga from ya dreams that you used to cream over...I mean, lose sleep over...I mean, I'll letchu be so you can have a good night's rest. I'll just play teddy bear I guess. But, more sincere then that is the fact that if I meet her, I would want to do it right away. Yep, change her name. From whatever it is to Mrs. Sol...O yes, I would do it on one knee. Propose in front of our friends and family...At somebody elses wedding. And we go somewhere better then them during their honeymoon...Cause that's what you deserve from me. The world first honey...I'll take you to the moon later.
R. $olo

1st Ever Loveletter(How should I say this...?)

You got a nice ass. I mean, I saw ya face first and how ya body tapered into a nice waist. I noticed you had thick thighs and beautiful eyes, ya leg's looked right. Chinky eyed...Had me thinking you were Asian. But before we started blazing, I caught sight of something amazing...I had just heard ya voice and for some reason, it settled my nerves...But that curve? Cot damn...I became rattled again, moreso excited at the sight of...Something so beautiful. Not just ya ass, that was amazing...But all of you? My nerves are settled but now I'm jumbling words cause the one word that came to my mind with every line you spoke was, beautiful. It wasn't like I was shocked and awed, I was still able to hold my part of the conversation but I'm saying...Ya ass? Cot damn. Look, I'm not just after that...As a matter of fact, I'm trying to letchu know I really don't care about the physical. I'm moreso a mentalist, more so in love with what's inside. But I'm not ya average man baby girl, I'm not after ya heart. I'm tryna fall in love witcha brain while at the same time, stimulating mine beyond ectasy...You still with me? That's what I loved to do. Fuck you...I mean, fuck witchu mentally beyond anyone else's comprehension, did I forget to mention? I drift off sometimes into this little world of mine where the lines flow so easily? Almost too easily? Anyway, I'm after what's inside...Cause I wanna get to know you, wanna get to show you that I am the best man...Including my sexual performance which I believe should win at least Best Scene at the Academy...Awards? Haha, I feel like if we performed we would win an Oscar! Too bad I don't make sextapes...Anyway, like I was saying. It's not about the sex, I just want to be the one next to you at night, the one who holds you whenever you cry...The one who wipes those tears with his hand and makes you smile?But honestly, what I really wanted to say is...Ya ass is beautiful.(But so is the rest of you. Inside first and out Too)

R. $olo

Excerpt from "A Legend's Revelation"

...Because I am in control, sole control...I know what's destined for me. Since I know my destiny, why even continue to speak? You see, I'm here strictly for entertainment. Hence why I beat around the bust and push you to your limit...I don't give a shit about you. I kill fools, literally and figuratively. I see the defeat in your eyes eveytime I give you an answer because it's not what you want to hear. You fail to realize I really don't care and I tell you what I want you to hear. It's entertaining to me. I also see your intrigued by me which is why you've yet to abandon your line of questioninig. It's frustrating, but bare with me. Ask specific questions, get specific answers, you understand me? Good. Why? Because now we may be on the same page. Life has changed for me, especially recently. I was sent to a place where lives were erased daily over power & hunger. Sent to a place that put tears on my face becaused I had no idea what my race was doing. I remember Hitler and the Jews and thinking, "Damn, how cruel?" How could you try and eliminate people who did nothing against you? How could you hate them for having different views to the point in which you question their existence and try to execute their extintction? How could you try and erase their lives daily, begin a genocide because they are...Different? Simply put. Fast forward a few decades and current day Sudan is where I land. And man...I cried.
R. $olo(Excerpt from "A Legend's Revelation.")

PS-For those who believe I'm cocky and only write about me...This story is written for a friend, character inspiration drawn from a friend, written to entertain the world...Because his story is better then mine. Westbury, Long Island, New York...Stand up and support my work. We'll put it on the map.

Get with Us or Get Lost-The Family

Knowledge

She told me she was a freak. She liked to do everything...Eat, cook, clean, and let me beat...Anytime. She liked it from behind or on her side so she could kiss me while I beat her insides...Up, down, whatever. She really was a freak. She didn't need to speak for me to see it. She tried to keep it a secret at first of course, but that's cause she's shy...That's how I knew. She liked to do everything, I even thought about getting her a ring. She's fitting for a King...I envision her a Queen. She even lies well, but well...We tell no lies, we have no secrets. We just coincide with our magic touch. The magic word is sexlove but we just fuck...Forget the word. But the first time, she must have thought I was blind. I could spot a freak a mile away...I was once one back in the day. But what'd she say?"I do everything except for give head." I paused before I laughed, which made her smile. "What's so funny?""Well, your a honey dip with luscious lips. Sweet chocolate skin with some sort of candy filling, I'm feeling like making you scream. Making ya heart melt while your candy turns to cream, you know what I mean? You like to do what I love, except you don't give head? Well...I'm the best at what I do, my mind's set on sexloving you, and before I forget...I'm exceptional in bed which means I expect head."Silence from her. "You don't agree? well you need better knowledge if your fucking with me." She nodded her head and agreed...So I began to teach. Before the first session was over, by some sort of blessing, she had received a doctorate Degree from me. She even made me say, "That's the whop whop amazing graces!" A+...Best of her class.No wonder I could see me and her forever...I'm the best at what I do too...And I'm a writer, thank you.

R. $olo

Swagger is...

Getting higher every day. Everyday now, I wake up and say I'm the shit now. Regardless of how you feel about me, every morning, I believe I'm the flyest thing possible. I'm in the UFO while you riding the G4...The Pontiac car, not the plane. What I'm saying is, we on two diferent levels and 99% of yall haven't even SEEN my level, so how could you possibly be flyer then me? How could you possibly do it better then me, you can't be serious. When I turn serious on you Jokers, it's like you want to break the controller cause you so mad. It's just 2k9, damn. But if I have to get real serious like the Joker, I'll split ya face from cheek to cheek in the street, just so Everyone can see you Smiling. Don't take life so serious. I'm having fun every day in one way or the next, so please check the bullshit at the door...Don't come around my way no more. If you can't balance fun and business, then you best make it ya business to keep it moving. We living, not just doing it. We just do it so good that it looks fun, that it is fun for us...Cause it's what we love. I do what I love to do, so fuck you if you don't like it, that's just the way my swagger is. Either you could get with it or get lost. I don't care if you the Big Boss, Little Boss, or no Boss...Cross the line and you will get lost...One way or the next. And I don't care if you a g or a geek, if ur really about money...Then you could get with me(No HOMO). And if your a female who's about her shit...U could get with me 2, as long as u ain't scared of riding in UFO'S and the places I could show u. Cuz my swagger is getting higher every day...So is my pay rate, so keeping on hating haters...It's elevating.I'm elated with ya hatred.

R. $olo

White Widow(Excerpt from book I'm working on entitled, "Heavy Lies The Crown."

Honored was his name that night. He had devised a great military plan that gained his people more land...More glory to his name. Established that further in his record of dominance...In the years his people considered their mmost prominent. When defeat seemed imminent, he rose and defended them once again. The greatest? That was what they proclaimed in the streets during the parade that day. He had done such a remarkable job...Some even believed he was half-man and half-God. A descendant of Aries, perhaps? He hacked with his own sword from his great black mare of a horse. Hammered foes as if there was no one else upon the battlefield but him, though he was the King. He wasn't supposed to fight, let the legions do his bidding. However, the King had none of such and rushed into battle. If they were merits and honors to be given, he would have received if he wasn't King. It was his duty to do so. To give honor and merits for those brave souls. For those fortunate enough to come home, to them he owed his deepest graditutde and respect...His undying loyalty. But it was his name they called in the streets as he proceeded across the mode that designated his home. He was the first to walk through the gate, golden crown upon his head. Rubies of rich red and diamonds of blindling light glimmered brilliantly that day. As did the center, oblong, obsidian stone, whispered in folklore to be the heart of his soul. If that crown was adorned, it would be because he had fallen. Heart and soul gone. Such was not yet the case, however. He was clever and staved off death plenty of times. Led his army to victory, freed more slaves and endangered men. Then, he came home and was honored. He gave no speech, just waved his hand briefly from his horse. A smile here and there, but he was tired. War did not coincide with his sleep. In his mind, rest was for the weary and weak or men who wanted to be defeated. None were he, save for now weary. The sun sapped his energy, yet he continued onward in the parade, continued to hear that beating sound that was his name.Such a procession lasted the whole day, to him it seemed. Towards late afternoon, he was finally reunited with his Queen. Finally reunited with the beauty that was she, that was truly his soul. For if anything ever happened to her, he would turn colder then an ice storm and ravage anything that moved to his disliking. He loved her that much. Her touch warmed his soul and her love kept it warm while he was away...But it turned colder everyday in war until he could no longer take it. Until he became the beast that claimed lives without a moment's hesitation, all in anticipation of returning home to the loving arms of his Queen.That night, him and his Queen sat smiling at one another, eyes barely wavering from each others. They honored him at the feast, cheerd his name until the dining hall shook. Him and his queen were drunk with the finest wine, which seemed to entice their physical want for one another. The largest smile was upon his face after the Queen whispered in his ear, "Meet me upstairs." After she made her exit and her name was cheered, that smile that was upon his face quickly disappeared. She came.The queen was the love of his life, second in priority only to his country and people. No mortal was her equal, but this evil? Her sight caused death. She took away his breath as their eyes locked and he could not deny it.She was beautiful in her flowing white gown. Porcelain skin, hair a golden white...Her beauty brought him to his knees. She made him want to bow and kiss her feet. Her azure eyes mesmerized him, forcing the King to avert his gaze. What had she come for now? To celebrate his victory? He knew better then such, she was the bane of his existence.The crowd had already dissipated from the Great hall as he stood tall, eyes averted still. It was not until it was empty, that he looked once more. He had turned so cold. His hands became cold and his body shook as if it had never known warmth. His breath came out as a white smoke as if he was out standing in the cold. As if he was in the presence of a dragon. Yet fear didn't shake his heart, not nearly as much as hatred.She was so beautiful and she knew it. She walked to him slowly, white gown flowing by her ankles with each gentle sway of her steps. How could he resist? She smiled at him, parting pouty lips to show him pearly white teeth, he began to feel weak...Again. He had almost forgotten about his Queen, again...Just as he did the night when him and her first met.She finally came before him, smile having turned into a grin. "Have you missed me," she whispered, so seductively. It made him uncomfortable, especially the way her chest was now pressed against his. He was forced to turn away, tears in his eyes in hatred. "Have you not missed me, oh King," she questioned again, her hand having once more found his chest. "I feel your heart beat so warmly for me."He turned to her, eyes full of fury and disgust. "I have," he whispered vehemently, mind trying it's hardest to hold on to memories of his Queen. He could not lose, could not let her defeat him again with their dark secret."Dark," she questioned aloud. A laugh as she moved her hand away from his skin. "Your much darker then me, my King. And it'll always be our little secret, she'll never see it. You just have to give me...What I want from time to time."He closed his eyes as a single tear fell. This could not have been one of her times. He hated the sight of her for she made him hate himself. For the King had made only one transgression since he had been with his Queen. One offense that would always keep secret until he died. That one time...War lasted too long and he was too far from home. She found him and he didn't know...She was the enemy."Not now my king...Not now. You can have that poor woman you consider a Queen. But you know I am more pleasure then she could ever be." His eyes opened and soon came a frown. She was gone from sight once more. The only one who weaved him into a web, who had caught the King in her bed and ensnared him with her trap. He loved every moment of it, it was his darkest sin. So every now and again, he would get a visit from something who offered something he couldn't resist...The White Widow and her pouty lips.

Heavy Lies the Crown

R. $olo

Definite Possibilites.

Like...I may end up sitting there, staring at somebodies chick who I know I could give good dick to. But she has a man so I hesitate, my game shakes and crumbles before my hands. My friends say I have no game. I guess they are right cause I have always been shy. But that's just how I've been, I'm attractive and attracting. I never developed game cause the girls came with the territory. But, back to the story. My voice get's so low it's hard for anyone to reply, so low that when I get high...I gotta repeat my stories every time. What'd you say Solo? That's how it usually goes, but to the one I'm talking to? I have no problem repeating it, but to my boo, I whisper it and tell her, "Baby, front like what I just told you is a secret...Can you keep it?" She just nods and laugh as her friends gasp and ask..."What'd he just say?" Then we laugh and I say, "Mind ya business." That's it. We keep it moving without missing a step, me and my lady friend. But once again, that's what's missing. Not the friends, but the special one. The one who understands it's just fun, even if we slip up and fuck. It just makes our friendship closer and who knows? It may be good enough to get married off the strength...Not the pussy, the friendship I mean. It's definetely possible. Just the way chivalry exists and I was bred with it. So I don't go too hard or come on too strong...I hesitate before I respond. I take a moment to think of what I really want to say and what's the best way to say...It. Anything is possibly, so can we possibly do something that's on both our minds? You staring at me with ya beautiful brown eyes, I'm tryna keep my eyes from not creeping down to ya beautiful thighs...And you just smile. What am I looking at? You already know it's you so let's stop being playful. When I look into ya eyes, you pretend like you shy cause you already see it in me. And when our eyes lock, you wish it wouldn't stop so you look up again and then you imagine...What would it be like? Just one night with him? That's when I look away cause I can see it from your stare...Your wondering? Yeah, me too. But I'm chivalrous, so I look away but I say..."It's on you." What I'm really thinking is, anything is possible...And we could keep it a secret...If you want to.
R. $olo

Reality Is...

I'm a crowned King who breaks bread with other Kings. Other warriors who command legions of soldiers. We sit at the table with each other, no Knights are amongst us...Unless we forget and just bring em along. But we all hold onto the same values. Loyalty and Respect. We never forget, that's why we are Kings. Our loyalty and respect breeds love...For one another. But in the same accord, it breeds our hate for our enemies, that's why we savagely destroy the competition if they not sharing the vision. We are well bred Kings. Me being, the Just minded being who seems to execute things. Without a thing going missing, not a gram of baking soda if I'm in the kitchen. Reality is, we are thick and don't deal with bullshit so if you slip up, well...That's ya fault. So reality is, everything else is perfect but one thing's missing...For me, at least.
A queen, so simply put. The kind that I've seen in dreams or during the day, fantasies. That kind that I touch and say what up too. I've seen em, I've touched em...But she's extremely alluding. It's the one thing I want, yet I'm unable to attain. A female, at least...One who speaks her mind and could understand that I'm quiet...I prefer to listen. But once I begin to talk, I feel like I ought to shut up before I end up talking too much. I get worried she's gonna think I just want to fuck, not understanding that I'm not in a rush..That if we did, I would still want to keep in touch. I'm a King...I don't share with everybody. I only break bread with other Kings. I only break bread with Family and only protect those who's foes tried to impose upon them unfairly. But to my queen? I want to give her the world....Everything I can afford and she wouldn't even have to say the word. Just point and I'll understand...At least find out the price, damn. That's the sort of man I'm working to become. But I'm missing one thing...A queen. Or a girl to call my own, or one who I could just have fun with who doesn't give a shit what WE do. Cause she already knows...We'll keep that between me and you. We could tell if you want to.
Reality is...That's what missing, for me at least. As for everything else? Well...I already have all that...And we are working on the world...So maybe later you could be my girl? Who knows, we'll see.
That's only if you could catch up to The Family.
R. $olo

2k9!

I'm just warming up...it's 2009, my time to shine. My time to turn up the heat, apply pressure to the weak...but help those who seek. It's my time to find the snakes in the grass and put a boot on they ass! My fault, I'ma crush a snakes head and make sure he's dead...It's not like they no longer twitching they legs. Like a grasshopper...or an ant if you play close enough attention, definitely a spiders...How many legs it got...8? But a snake? No legs...just a head, so to make sure it's dead...Well that I already said...or wrote it if you want to quote me. Plus, I'll always keep the grass trimmed, the gardeners may kill em when they see em. Florida is fine, but I think India is a better place for the time...I could probably keep a pet lion. Name him Musimba and he's the King of...Grass? It's his land and he'll eat snakes...if he can. See, we all lend a helping hand in ridding the world of snakes...but I don't hate them. I just dislike them, especially when I can see their lack of a spine...the truth in slitted eyes. But! That being said, I don't want em all dead...just not around me...not freely. I could keep it in a cage and poke fun at it for days, but if it eva escaped? I would be enraged. But there's No Emotion From a King, he just does his thing and that's that...That's why he wears the gold hat...The crown that none seem to realize wears so Heavy, save for those who respect reality...Those who appreciate that life is hard. Yet beautiful, like the sun shining on a spring day...Have you ever seen a painting that way? One that made you stop and say, "Damn, that's beautiful?" There's a beauty in art and my craft didn't involve drawing straight lines. I don't even think I could do it now unless someone showed me how. But that's life...He draws, I write. It's reality really...it's art in both ways, I just write what I say...I mean, see? Or just believe consists of a beautiful story, believe me? You should, trust me, we're good...The fundamentals are key. It's 2k9...2009, a new time to shine...Everyday, the weather changes...Everyday there's a new chance, in the sun or in the rain...Everyday is mine! That's how hard I'm gonna shine, that's how hot it will get, that'll be why you shiver when it's wet cause your somehow, Upset?! U thought u were hotter then me? You thought the d made you freeze? Bitch please, it's Miami...blazing Heat...I know why you weak in the knees. I broke you down, brought you into a league where your still just a rookie to me...And you talked shit. Bout how my d ain't this...but who's talking now? Who took a defeat? Not me...on both accounts, we'll keep that between you and me. You can get off ya knees...we can try again lata...If you please. You manage to maintain that respect that you sometimes neglect, but we are only human, we forget...and your no longer upset. You say good game instead. I didn't play you, we played each other...I'm the keeper of my Brothers, but fuck it, to be real...we all keep each other. Grounded and well rounded, groomed to better men from the time 2k9 began...and now we going out to be the best!...man that is, men at ya wedding, I'ma get drunk at the reception. It's gonna be the best shi...did I forget to mention...
I play 2k9...Yeah, that's my shit. Did any of you notice the switch? Oh...I got it. Now the system's on, this Xbox be blow'n me but...The switch is off. It's a button dummy, just press it once. And watch 2k9 come aLive...Better version, definitely an upgrade in so many ways but hey...we can play it your way. 2009 is my year, our year, you hear me? 2k9...that's my shit so if you fuck with it, fuck with me because I can be...whoever you can't be, unless you wanna play on my team...but that lesson would have to be free...For the rest of y'all opposing me, put up the cash and We'll see...I'm Online with the Account now...Mr.$114...who wanna play me?
2k9...We on My Time

Love.Live.Life...I love the life I live...Get with Us or Get Lost-The Family


PS...Lakers r winning the ship!

Mr. $olo

am...

Not on the same level as other fellows, but I still manage to play fair...it's not worth it to cheat, it's not worth it to me. So when the game's on the line, just slow down, take ya time....You've done this before, u hit this shot before...Perhaps not with the crowd's roar, but if it goes in...You win. The crowd is yours and they'll applause...Encore. But if you choke and miss...you gotta swallow that shit as the crowd starts to bitch and moan, they're going home..."Some show," some may say but you...Encore. You still gotta play again my friend, the season's not over...
So while I maintain visions of the loss, it motivates me to win more...So fellas, I could lose some more. But if you cross the line and the gloves come off...Best believe u in the fight of ya life...Best believe you'll be salty when they turn off the lights. Sad thing is, that's how it'll be if I just played right...not choke up or get nervous, not buy into the hype. If I slow it down...just take my time...the jumper, will be fine....and now I fade away on a rainy day...
Solo you so cold...

I

I'm so high, the stars envy me...it could be blue moons or the red hot sun...I'm scorching heat...I get so hot I freeze, Icy Midas Touch, everything chills around me. Try n figure my altitude, plus or minus a degree....

Baby Shower(Dogs & Parties)

Everyone she knew was invited. It was her baby shower, so they would shower her baby with gifts. She could only imagine what her friends would bring. Gucci this, Fendi that, Prada this, Burberry that...maybe even something with diamonds! A diamond necklace perhaps...all for her baby that was not even born. All because that's what she deserved...the world. If her friends wouldn't buy a diamond necklace for her little girl, she would...there was nothing in this world she couldn't afford.
She had spent all day in preparation of the shower. She bought all sorts of food and snacks, the bar was well stocked with every form of champagne known to man...It's a celebration bitches! She was ready to party the night away.
Her husband was a D.J. so they would be entertained, as long as the party lasted...as long as people showed up. They were good to go before the guests arrived, so by the time the first guest showed up...her and her husband were drunk. Gifts! They came with gifts and their own kid to play with her first-born. As more gifts came, the party grew larger, louder...more fun. She would stack all the gifts to the side and would hold that surprise until tomorrow. She didn't care about the gifts...she was rich! She could buy all their gifts at least 30 times and not notice a dime in her state of mind. She just wanted to party.
The kids? They slept, heaviest being her first-born. She was overdue so the rest came easy..she had labored all day. Athena was her name, for she was like the Roman goddess. Beautiful, powerful...she was named perfectly...she worked for her sleep. Best of all, Athena listened to those who called...Most often, her parents...those who raised her. She was forever ready to do their bidding.
The boy had fallen asleep because he had nothing else to do. He didn't want to make any noise and disturb Athena's slumber because if she awoke with hunger..he may very well be a meal. Athena was trained to kill.
Music blared, but Athena didn't shake or stir...She was used to it by now. Her parents were drunk, having a good time, which put her mind at ease...that made it easier for her to sleep. Some of the guests came to take a peek, believing she would be fast asleep, only to meet her lazy glare. In fear, they would leave her highness alone with silence so she could sleep again. She would stay this way until the party would end, when everyone had left in search of their own bed. Only then would Athena fully wake and begin to make noise.
Her mother came running, bright smile on her face. "Good girl!!! You have sho many gifts!" Another noise erupted from Athena. "You don't care? Your a real bitch you know that?" Her mother laughed as she put water in a bowl. "We'll openem tomorra....together!"
Athena made another noise as her door was opened, allowing her to be free once more. She drank from the bowl and laid down on the spot.
"Lazy bitch...just don't pee on the floor!" Athena responded with a yawn as her mother turned the lights off. The pregnant dog just wanted to drink before she went back to sleep. Her babies would come any day and Lord knows she would need her strength.
"Good night Athena," her mother proclaimed as she walked towards the bedroom in which her husband lay.
"Roof roof," Athena barked loud enough for them both to hear before she fell back asleep as if to say...
Sweet Dreams.

Grown Man(Rough Draft)

Can't we be a bite more civilized? Can't we put more value in human life? Can't we act right? You see, I am a grown man. Trust and love go hand in hand, but I'm not afraid to shoot the hands. I value life, so I won't pick up a gun and take another life...I'd rather fight. I'd rather not create strife, leave a mother or a wife crying cause she heard her man is dying or dead. That being said...I am a grown man who protects his Fam. I won't hesitate to kill a man who harms my fam...my wife, girlfriend...any woman I love, trust me. As she may not be strong enough to fight a man, I am with tatted hands...just in case the gun jams...or if it isn't that serious. He'll be abused by Love and Trust, just the same way he probably abused her's...and it hurts. It hurt her so much she called me, knowing I'm crazy, but understanding that I am a grown man with a plan. Solve problems. I am a grown man so I'm tired of talking bullshit...only talk realness because I take life serious. I never liked clowns, so why would I want them around? I'm tired of these niggas who are funny style, the ones who smile at me knowing damn well they ain't happy to see me. The ones who talk and "walk" with me, knowing their slithering snakes who's heart aches on sight of me...Yet they act as if they enjoy my company. They envy me. They recognize I'm real, recognize I'm grown and it shakes the fake niggas down to the bones...they envy the realness I've attained. I am a grown man about my business. Only dollars make sense, so if your looking for change, you can come my way. I'm not after hoes, that's not my style. I don't care about cars...God gave me legs so I could walk. And fuck clothes, I'll give the shirt off my back to someone less fortunate...if I'm fortunate enough to share. I don't even care about the money, I just know I need it to eat, but I just want to be...Successful. I'm a grown man about my business, so I take care of my shit, my mindstate is...I'ma eat regardless. I am a grown man who looks out for The Fam...Especially my brothers, most especially the bigger ones. Without them, there would be no me and I wouldn't have changed. But because of them, Family and friends, I can honestly say, "I am a Grown man in a Family of Grown men. I learned from the best" Fuck that, we are the best...Family is everything and my loyalty lies with them till the end. I signed it with a pen..."Till Death Do us Part." The Family will forever be a part of my heart, forever hold my Trust and Love...forever be my Blood. Even if it isn't all the same...water is part of blood's composition, so listen...If I tell you that's my brother, best believe he's my brother and I Love him..and could Trust him around my wife...even if we don't look alike. Without Family and friends, I still wouldn't be a grown man...just another problem, waiting to be solved. Hence why I thank God for yall.
R. $olo

God's Son(First Thing I completed writing, last thing I ever wrote in Baltimore.)

Gods Son

Simply put, that is what I am. One man under God, yet different from other men, but that’s what makes us all the same. That’s our common ground. My strengths are my strengths, just as my flaws are my flaws. But my flaws are not the flaws of all other men, just some of them…But we are all flawed, we are all imperfect gems. Be it a stone of obsidian or the largest diamond, both possess the same acute ability to shine. When the day dawns…because of those crevices….because they are flawed. Under the right ray of sun that crevice becomes, light. It could become so bright that its blinding, so bright that if you stare long enough, you no longer see black or white and at night? They both twinkle beneath moon light and fall to the same darkness, darkness that intertwines our obsidian and diamond stones once more. When we lose sight, it’s not that they no longer exist because we know they are stones and can’t move on their own. We no longer need to see them to know they are there. Our gems are resolute in the storm, though they may come out battered and scarred, their glimmer lives on. Those flaws may become deeper or more may appear, but our flaws can birth beautiful, bright, blinding light…if the clouds were to break…and the sun’s shine was just right….but even when it’s cold as Hell. a full sun always shines. It’s always in the sky, even at night, just like the moon in the day…or in it’s full bloom at night. All I’m saying is, I’m obsidian stone. My strength is my own, my flaws are my flaws. They created tears and unruly fears, but they are my flaws and I try to eliminate them all. Why? Because I am an imperfect gem seeking perfection. Because I’m an obsidian stone. But you are a large diamond, same host of imperfections, the title of stone applies to us both. Truth is…I am God’s son…just as Jesus was…Just as every other man is. Because we are all his children…all the same because we are different.
R. $olo
P.S.-I'm not a religious dude, but my Faith in Him is Unwavering...Believe that. I've been to the lowest valley and back...This pen offers ascension for me. Glory be to Our Father...
God

Jezebel(Another Tall Tale from a Small Man)

Oh Baby...
You used to be my Leading Lady. It looked like you were #2, but when it was just me and you, we didn't care about numbers...u felt like u were #1. I felt like u were too, so I did what I thought was right, not once but twice...but the third time? I strucc out in the 9th and lost the game...so things changed. But damn baby, you were my Leading Lady. U were #1 and I put no one before you...at a time. For a time, u were mine and I was just yours, we were just us, we got ours...and nothing could change that. Or so we thought. There were times we fought and I thought that if u had a knife, u would have taken my life...u would have taken everything that was right and thrown it all away, over one night...that's not right. But it takes two to tango and I didn't know how to handle the dance, so I took a chance.
I locked the door and sat on the floor and let you abuse me, verbally at least...who knows what would have happened if you had hit me, I woulda broke you into more then just two pieces, at least that's what I...thought. But we didn't fight that bad, it never got that ugly, luckily for us, we never lost touch of what WAS important...Our Love.
Baby, do you understand you had me and I would have gladly broken any other man into two over you? I don't care if he was the King of Queens, Harlem, or straight up 50. If he had hurt you, I woulda found a way to slaughter him, went to jail for life for protecting the woman I THOUGHT would have been my wife. I would have thrown away my own life, foolishly...for ya Love. For the Love I thought we shared, for the feelings we shared, for the things I believed were there, only to hear that you don't believe that I Love you?
"God can't even save you."
That's what I remember hearing, even if you don't remember saying it, that hit home for me. That let me see that perhaps, maybe...you weren't the one for me...at all. For real, even after you stood with me in the darkness, even after you berated me because you didn't believe I could harness the power that is in me...because I left you in the dark? Because I locked the door and said fucc it, If I'ma die, let it be tonight, just understand I'm not going down without a fight? Is that why you cry at night? For fear that I may...die? For fear that I may not be the man I used to be?
Or baby, do you cry cause you can no longer see me? Is it because I believe we aren't meant to be anymore? Shit, it was dark and cold in that room and I was alone, without a phone, without a friend or a foe, a bitch or a hoe to call...My own? I'll go back to my dark box, go back to where it all starts and let them tear me apart again because I'm not scared of them...I was scared of losing You. I was scared of somebody laying a hand on you and me doing what I felt like I had to do...Protect You.
Oh baby, I made moves for blocks just to stop somebody...ANYBODY, from laying a hand on you...and all I ended up doing was looking like a fool while you stood there so cool and told me not to run again...cause you believe your faster then me? Like I ain't run track, at least for a lil bit, not saying I'm the fastest, but I damn sure ain't slow...unless you wanted me to take my time. And you didn't believe I loved you?
Oh Jezebel baby, you were my Leading Lady, but you lost ya lead and I feel the need to letchu kno again, you can't win. You could fight all you want, flaunt whateva you want, shit on me however nasty it may be, but you can't defeat me. Why? I won't lose. Why? I won't cry...So why did I stay up all those nights? Why is it hard for you and me to sleep? We got used to sleeping together, eating together, playing together, doing whatever...Every Fucking Night. But am I mad? No. Am I sad? No. Why? Cause I let it go...I swallowed another shot straight to the heart and it tore me apart for sometime but now...I'm fine.
So what's my strength? How am I able to turn something into nothing and move past it so fast that it hurts you? Because Jezebel...I loved you and you hate me for it. Because you hate me, it makes it easier for me to speed through life and not think TWICE about what I once did...because you don't believe I loved you? You don't believe I would have given all of me just to make sure you were ok? Just to make sure u were safe?
I woke up one morning to find you standing there and I was scared, I feared that perhaps it was a nightmare and you were there to kill me...again. But your not here to kill me, your here to love me forever right? Your here to fight for the love that's yours right? Wrong. Your hurting and I'm hurting, but I'm stronger then the pain, this shot hit me in the heart and in the brain cause honestly...I have changed. I swallowed even more pain, suffered more losses over this love that was ours and for hours, I sat and wondered...Why? Why'd I break my own heart at least 3 times just to find out that I'm still without a Dream Queen? Just to find out that my Fantasies are not real and my Reality can not come to grips with what happened in the Past...so why try? Why swallow anymore bullets when I could just pull the trigger and put myself outta Misery?
Cuz Jezebel...I'm stronger then this spell...I'm stronger then you think. You hate me and I can't say I love it, but your not indifferent towards me...but I can be towards you, so is that whatchu want me to do? Just say Fucc u and keep it moving? Call you a bitch and tell you I no longer itch with Lovebugs, that I'm free of fleas? That we are free of disease and hopefully, free of each other...forever? If so, we have no choice but to coexist but I have one wish...you stay on ya side and I'll stay on mine, just don't cross the line that marks my territory cause it may get gory? I may turn truculent like the Notorious one? I'm stronger then that too, I'll never hurt you anymore then we already did, I'll never cross That line and break MY heart anymore...I'm not willing to die for you anymore.
Oh Jezebel..."Together forever." You said God can't even save me...He already did I believe...at least one time, maybe I'll be lucky enough to catch His grace again for another sin, but if not? If my soul is to burn in Hell, best believe I'll see you there...cause we are "Together Forever" Jezebel.
"Heartless?" To say that I'm heartless is NONSENSE, I just don't wear it on my sleeve...it doesn't match my outfit...it's played out now, to me at least....so my mind's at ease. My Queen will find my heart is in my chest, located on My breast...where she can lay her head and hear my heart beat. Just in case my soul is cold, She'll find a way to hold me and warm it, the same way You used to...the same way you won't again.
So Heaven or Hell, Jezebel? Where should we meet again? Where it's hot or where it's cooler? Should we smoke or should we drink or should I think that neither is possible, wherever my soul's to go? I don't know all the answers, so I'm asking you the question cause perhaps you know, better then me....what should we eat? Food or men like starving lions in a den? Either way, I'll end up with my share and still share what's left with you, cause that's how I do. But u don't care, not even if I share, cause I shared my Heart and you don't believe I Loved you so perhaps I should jus say Fucc u...Goodbye. Nah, that's not right.
Jezebel...
I loved you, Good Night.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered...do you get the message? Cause I do...and I'm gone. So Long!


Peace...signed by Me on the strength of Our LOVE And Your Hate.
R. $olo

The Boss(Shower and Kush)

"This shit is all wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"The fuck I just said...this shit is all wrong."
"All of it?"
She wanted to punch her assistant right in his face, but then she would have to replace him with another. She always hired brothers because they were good eye candy, fuck the credentials. Essentially, all she needed was someone who did as they were told, but that was the problem. Nigga's don't like to listen...their attention span was only long if they saw a good ass...then they would follow. Maybe that was why the assistant was fucking up big time with his work. She was in her prime and today? Beautiful wasn't even good enough to describe her...and her ass? Perfect didn't seem to fit...her whole body exceeded it. But, that didn't excuse him fucking up again.
It wasn't even noon and the buffoon she called her assistant seemed insistent on messing up her Friday, by fucking up in every way. Usually, she liked the light-skinned braided assistant. He was handsome, light eyes, nice hair, nice smile, good attitude...all that. He wasn't as dark as she liked them, but he was cool. He was supposed to be smart as hell too, but just like the last nigga(who, unfortunately, was dark skinned), he started getting too comfortable and started acting stupid. 5 mins late Monday, 10 mins Tuesday, on time Wednesday, called out Thursday, fucking up heavy Friday.
She had a Monday deadline and was not trying to work over the weekend, but he was fucking up too much. Since the time he showed up...Fucking up! Couldn't find her phone, got the wrong kind of coffee, didn't know the day's schedule, couldn't find her planner. had her late for a meeting...Just fucking up! All she asked for now was for his smart ass to make a spreadsheet and finish her presentation on the computer...That was it. She had to set up many other major things for herself. She had appointments to set up. Her manicurist, her stylist, her hair-dresser, her designer...and call the airline for her flight Monday. All sorts of important shit while he took care of the light work on the computer. The only reason she took care of the important shit today was because he was too busy fucking up.
She had just got off the phone with the airline when the buffoon came to her beaming, talking about "I'm done." He had printed out the spreadsheet and the slides of her presentation that were vital to her business proposal. Problem was...it looked nothing like she had asked for, what he had been instructed to. She was livid, yet tried her best to keep calm.
"The Fuck were you over there doing?" She ripped it all up and threw it at him. "Follow the shit I gave you...Just copy the shit I wrote down on that paper."
"Oh yeah," he responded as he began to dig his hand in his pockets. Soon came a befuddled look and a soft voice. "I think I lost it..."
She wasn't big at all, which was perhaps why she yelled so loud. "I JUST GAVE THAT SHIT TO YOU! NOT EVEN 20 MINUTES AGO!"
He didn't give a fuck if she yelled or screamed. She could have even swung! He didn't give a fuck. He wished she would swing actually, so he could grab her and restrain her...hopefully accidentally touch her titty or feel her butt. Either way, he didn't give a fuck...today. He already got paid, she couldn't blow his high...it was Friday. "Well, I lost it," he responded in a cool, mellow tone.
"Find that shit or you're fired!" She stalked past him as his jaw dropped...the fuck it had left his system. He needed this job. He didn't want to hear his baby mom's voice complaining about him being unemployed again.
As she got to the door that led out her office, she paused. "I'm going to lunch, that shit better be done by the time I get back cause if not..." She simply shook her head and took a breath before she continued. "I'll be back by 1:15 so if it's not done properly by then, at least let me save my breath, pack ya shit and quit."
He couldn't muster a response. Instead, he started his mad search for the piece of paper. She moved swiftly past the cubicles that her writers sat and boarded the elevator alone. What a fucking day. This was not how a Friday in L.A. should be...not for her at least. She liked to live life easy, but other motherfuckers made today stressed...sorta. Another call was made and she was on her way.
Her white Benz sped through the L.A. streets as if the police didn't give tickets for speed. Red light mean stop...she sped through it. Stop signs are red...Fuck it, she would front like she ain't see. She lived half hour away and made it home in fifteen.
She parked her Benz behind the yellow Lamb that she called the Queen and walked briskly to the front door of her estate. With a touch of her hand against the fingerprint pad, she was inside her house once more. She went up the stairs that were past the door and walked up until she was on the third floor. The sound of running water made her relax...at least somebody listened. She stripped off her clothes, put on a robe, and walked to the sound.
The shower was on, but no one was in it...until she removed the robe. With the bathroom door closed, the room became steamy...she liked her showers hot. Stress made her want to take a shower and hot showers relaxed her. Hot showers and...
"OH SHIT! You scared me!." She had jumped at the touch of a man's hand on her shoulder, only to be settled by a reassuring laugh. "That's funny to you?"
He didn't even respond...nor did he join in the shower. He just laughed some more and left her...she heard the click of the bathroom door. Niggas! Her shower was shortened and just a towel was adorned, she had to go see who it was that laughed at her. Down the same hall and only one flight of steps she went, only to pause when her nose caught a familiar scent. She followed the smell into one of the back rooms, that was dimly lit and where sat a baboon.
This one was dark with long, dreaded hair, equipped with a brilliant smile and a bad attitude. He was even smarted then Hell. But it wasn't him who she paid attention to, it was the origin of the familiar scent.
"You were scared," he asked with another laugh. He took another pull and asked. "Come on baby, who else could it be? This house don't even got keys...I had it built for just you and me."
"You gonna keep talking or pass?"
He smiled and passed the l, his eyes red, yet beautiful nonetheless. "You better check that bossy shit at the door," he retorted casually.
She finally took a pull and coughed, her fauxhawk head bobbing like a chicken or hen. She finally smiled, though, and took another pull...this time holding it better and blowing smoke in o's. "What is this," she questioned quietly, having found a comfortable seat on his knee. She took another pull before she passed, letting the ash fall on his jeans.
He didn't even give a fuck, he could go put on another pair. "African Kush," he responded as the smoke exited his mouth and nose. "And I'm not driving that Queen shit anymore...I felt like a faggot. When does my Aston come in?" Puff.
"Saturday."
"When we leaving?" Puff.
"Monday night, I got a meeting that day."
"Oh ok...how's work?" Pass.
"This nigga in there fucking up!!" Puff.
"The new nigga?" He laughed again. "What he doing?"
"What I just said!" She coughed again. "fucking up!" Puff.
"That's all dumb niggas do around you huh? Get stuck on stupid when they see you huh? They need to stop looking so hard before they lose more than they job."
"Nigga...you ain't hard! Plus...I can handle it." Puff.
"You can't handle shit," he retorted as the l came to his hand. "You like this African shit?" Puff.
"It's aiight...I'm not even high."
He looked in her eyes and smiled, he could already see it. "I am." Puff.
"So pass it back asshole."
"In a second boss lady." Puff. Another charming smile and he gave it back to her before he kissed her shoulder. "You know I love you."
Puff. "yeah yeah...I love you too." Puff
"What time you got...."
Her cellphone interrupted his question and before he knew it, she was gone on the phone with his L. He might as well use his time constructively. Another cuban was grabbed and more Kush was broken down. By the time she came back, another l was rolled.
"I'm not going back in today," she said with a smile. "My lil nigga gets it done!!! And he'll fax it over to the crib, just in case."
He handed her the l and the lighter, before leaning further back on the recliner. "What if he still fucked up?"
Puff. "Then I'll send ya sexy ass to get it done right." Puff.
"You not my boss," he replied. "Your just my lady."
She passed the l back to him and took off the towel. "But it's fun for you if you work for me. You can do all the work..." She drifted out of the room, knowing well he would follow.
He sat there for a little bit and took a few pulls. "Cause you know I don't play."
Good Day...Sweet Dreams