Apart Of An Ongoing Series Titled ’the Man With 1OOO Names’ An Autobiography I hope to make into a play when the time comes.

This artwork is from the chapter of my life titled “the Man With 99 Problems”. A Chapter about young love, pursuing my career and the heartaches in between, An Ode To My First True Love ‘Mackenzie’, the One That Got Away.

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-the KILL. (-the Man With 99 Problems.)

1.25.13

Spitting wickedness all over the Thin Air.

Saying a whole lot of shit without even a care. Now that ain't fair ..

Specially when you’re the Real Reason that got us here.

Now I could write you a love song for every-time that you hate me

Lying to myself hoping you still appreciate me.

And when you think I've said enough ill prove I'm much deeper than that

And dare say anything back you can get up and pack.

You try to fight back but it's just too much to bare.

Frigid words scrape your face; snowflakes scattered within your hair.

Now that ain't fair.

You been waiting for something real for so long and now that your here..

You come to find nothing but pain and that ain't fair.

But what's love without pain? That's just rare.

So far I've been living without it and now I don't care.

Even though ill bitch and moan about what got me here

You'll nod and disagree that I ain't fair.

See I wrote this for those with rough words and very loose lips

For those who don't have someone close to tell them to get a grip.

Shit I wish I did , shit I wish you were there

To watch how a few magic words can make all your loved ones disappear.

Now here I am again, colder than thin air

Talking to myself, wishing she was here.

I know she's deserves better ; I'm something she couldn't repair.

I'd beg God to bring her back but—that ain't fair.