Mr. Diamond

I walk around, Diamond chin held high, As I duck low, Dodging blow after blow, Taking 1, 2, 3 to the chin, Staggering, seeing stars, Round house punch, Quick as a bee, Stricking harder than a butterfly, Nagging gnat him, Taking bite after bite. I walk around this house, Pride that its all mine, Victor…

Fist Fight

Put up them hands, Quick, do a flip, Block left, kick right, Upswing, homie home in on dat, Left eye black, Tooth hacked off, Swinging till stars are seen out of sight.


Melancholy hits harder than Mike Tyson on steroids taking pills disipates the useless musings that pit me against the world