(D)aydreaming about you daily
(E)very thought brings a taste of you
(A)nother day surviving off memories
(N)o longer am I your morning dose
(D)rowning Off The Thoughts Of Hope
(R)emember me if only for another day
(E)ardrums ring to the euphony of your words ~Jamy
(J)ustice for the mind and solace to your thoughts
(E)volving the image of..
(N)iggas, turning them into brothers
(N)o other than a queen herself speaking
(I)n scenes where chains were seen seeking
(N)octurnal rainbows to release the thoughts of
(S)how me true happiness
Collaboration week day 5
The darkness covers the tracks of our every move
Dark hoodies bandanas and 40oz got us in the retaliation mood.
All it took for our souls to be shook and hooked on colors was the cover of our dead homie tony.
Glocks locked ready to spray down the flock spotting niggas to get popped
What a better night than Christmas Eve
Knowing by midnight that a opp will receive
A gift of pain revenge is what we hope to gain.
I never thought of killing another
Until they took one of my brothers
Take a sip of some hard liquor to get our blood’s pumping
Ready to blow, soul pouring with perpetual thoughts as we walked
Hunting, see a nigga with the wrong color and it’s *da da da pop pop” on sight in the dead of night.
There they go, take it slow this is where we end it all
Three niggas we know to rep on the steps of death
Parked in the von humboldt park
Tell me why I fell victim to the idea Noah’s ark
Riding to a great cleansing of opps
Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related ~Deandre
I thought one day this stuff will become outdated.
Expirated blood splatter from the windpipe as he choked.
There is no hope for the minority.
But you’re really the majority.
Screaming black lives matter but adding more deaths to the story.
You make me sick to my stomach.
Coughing from the smoke.
Inhale, I’ve found a home here.
Exhale, there’s no escaping this.
Dressed in blue during the day.
All black at night.
Killing for the green, doing time for the white.
You laugh at gays but express more of the rainbow.
Colors, seeing all these colors but your own.
Red covered his skin as you popped one in.
“There’s no jobs here, this is how we survive” is what you tell em.
People like you don’t deserve to be alive.
Sell drugs to kill your people slowly.
Spend the money on materialistic things and pretend like these streets are your only way of living.
Enough with the gang banging and start investing into a new business. ~Jamy
Collaboration week day 3
I made you smile last night.
It wasn’t just a grin.
No this was a showing all 32s
You bursted into laughter.
I made you smile
And guess what it had nothing to do with sex.
What’s next you’re guessing.
Let’s laugh some more
Tell me something silly so I can return with something not so funny
But you’ll laugh because you think I’m cute.
Let me see that smile one more time.
This time I want mines to touch yours…..~Jamy
Of course time will tell if you truly love this crooked smile.
Vexed with imperfections with no signs of corrections
It’ll be a while
Before you realized I’m just a beautiful confused child.
Like the rest you’ll get used to these antics
No longer unique,
I’ll become another boy who made you feel special an antique.
I got trust issues laced with pain and tissue for those who say they love my smile..
Because it won’t be long before this smile becomes the issue ~Deandre
See there you go assuming
Thinking I’m going to misuse this
Your smile only looks crooked because you look at me with your head to the side
This vibe no modern technology
Let’s take it back to the days before we were even thought of
Here’s my sleeve
Your tears mixed with my skin
This melanin will shine bright
Are you still confused?
Because your queen is waiting….~Jamy
conflicted I lay contemplating
upon hearing that my smile won’t be wasted.
She called herself my queen, so it seems,
That this maybe the beginning of a love scene
To think it all started with a smile worthwhile..
So here I come,
Giving you all of me again,
Hoping that this time a beautiful journey begin ~Deandre
Collaboration week day 2
Today’s hopeless romantic is now labeled as thirsty and dramatic
no longer seen as lovers but people who swarm your covers with obsessions. These are the confessions of a boy who let his thoughts and emotions swirl
I think the world forgot the concept of love
Nothing higher than these feelings that come from above
Soul burning brightly like fire out of the stove
what happened to love just being that
Now if a man shows a little chivalry a female steps back, they forgot what love is
Because our society taught them that love kills
Now young hopeless romantic souls like mine stay still.
Wondering if we care too much and if we will ever receive,
A feel that’s real ~Deandre
I feel you. I got you. I want you.
I’m here to let your soul run free. Communicate with me.
No longer shall you feel hopeless.
Here’s my hand, you should hold this.
Let’s bring back the chivalry.
Wrap me in your arms as we walk those chilly windy city nights.
You take one step, I’ll take two.
You jump and I’ll jump for you.
Let’s fall into deep thoughts.
Now I know you’re thinking this will end soon.
Just know this is real.
We do still exist.
If it’s not too much to ask, my lips will like a kiss. ~Jamy
Collaboration week day 1
Her words were soft.
Creating music on his ear drums.
Scattering letters on his brain.
Filled his lungs, causing him to breathe her.
Travelling in and out his ribs, landing onto his heart.
Beat after beat,
her voice is all he could speak.
He craved her like his favorite food.
Given to him in portions so he’ll stay hungry for more……
Food for thought
I dream of you often.
Your face is not visible to me.
Who are you my beautiful daydream?
Date an artist. There’s perks to this. Only if you’re willing to commit to a world where you often get lost in your thoughts. Sleep will be during normal business hours. Breakfast will be at midnight. Our dates will consist of travelling to deserted areas and camping out waiting on something to happen. Things like a beautiful red moon or a star shower. Or something simple such as two birds mating.
Dating will be fun. We’ll smother ourselves in books and wear mismatched socks. There will be cameras everyone, capturing our every move so that my hands can be free. This way I’ll be able to give you a massage. Which will turn into a tickling game because the only thing we take serious is our art. But you my love, you will be my work of art as I will be your portrait of beauty wrapped in human canvas. So place me on your easel and stroke me. Let your colors bring me to life.
Date an artist. One who’s carefree. Who not only procrastinate about daily activities. But one who can create something from the eyelash that falls from your eye when a tear falls. The same tear that appears when you realize this is no longer dating. We have taking this to another level. A high that takes you deeper into the galaxy. But we’ll never step foot off this land. Like the shell by the sea, you and I will have perfect harmony.
Date an artist. Or at least someone with dreams and whose hustle is just as strong as their ambition.~ J.A.A.G
Music speaks to me.
It tells me things I’m thinking but afraid to say.
So I’ll play this song and hope you’ll understand the lyrics.
Will you listen and feel the same way it makes me feel?
I can listen to music daily but nothing compares to the song you sing for me.
(Music I’m afraid. Will you sing for me…)
She’s so confident.
How she walks with her head held high.
It takes a lot of confidence to go against the majority.
Sorry to say it but you’re too normal for me.
I found love in a different country.
This love was foreign.
I found love in a different color.
This love was pale like the moon.
I found love in a different taste.
This love has a new smell.
I found love in a touch.
This love has a new texture.
I found love in words.
This love spelled it out for me.
I found love.
This love came in pieces.~J.A.A.G