Education Under The Streetlights
black hat ethical hacking
added to my list of computer science education
was first introduced to hardware and software as a soldier
didn’t even know what an email account was in year two thousand
the same ones taught me how to write in cursive across flatlines of how i thought to speak beautifully through summary times of rough sadness grief and spikes of madness
they even tried to put me on gain
but my eyes inside my pockets was on money seldomly getting sleep
working two huddle house jobs young g
pushing a silver hardtop blue interior euroclip cutlass without no chrome or gold dz
bumping elevators as an outcast cause it was just me and i as you
living with my Grandmutha on my Mutha’s side of the Tree along with my Auntie
making ends meet deep off in the woods
plus i thought she were a woman with firm supple breasts tight curves which bent my mindset out of shape when she turned naked the right way lustfully smiling full lips poised phatbacks thick trackstar softie sugarcookie but she was only sixteen having knee deeply in oval section ovum to sperm with me meet sex so wet i remember
though didn’t know she would trip just to leave me based on past male role models pictorial feats
body abortion and mental lies plus emotional insecurity summed her entrapped inside a religion deeply had a gripped on her as Soul at an early age dramatically traumatized teaching taught directly and indirectly inherited
that slavery curse of course
education under the streetlights
got into system administration and networking
to include audio and visual setup
to include from the internet service provider of the wall installation setup
comfortably thinking to forward my own business hawking proper dreams with my talons gripped on they shoulders i got you
education under the streetlights
art existence tremolo bouncing harmonies of keys dangling chords assigned to each door opening
six figures or more scoping
i’ll drive my artillery on those days or nights to the destination order like a tank
high level planning without playing keeping my mental faculty teaching me expansion and sustainment
and they stay asking me where my head at
i tell them all just me by myself and i by my lonely
down with yall Ancestors to the endless
cause building a Dynasty takes precision with concise cleaning footprints down and up after me
a wolf from the clan too intelligently empathetic smelling presence of ancestral power magnetizing each heir across me
ain’t no use in howling out for a trick or treat
my muscular physique seen across my ribcage is where hunger is kept when preservation and desperation met at their meet
feeling the journey on strong
gets even stronger when warm beetroot juice and apple cider vinegar hit my veins and cellular on strong
after two count knuckle pushups of sets tighten swollen strengths made out of former weaknesses
aiming for the three count next month keeping my manhood built up
herbal teas unheard of mixed with yohimbe and cinnamon
the barks of my voice bravely boast through IIola deeply cause i’m ebon minus why to the subscript X and ivory wholeheartedly undying held head high curved purposely
plus ashwagandha and a scoop of ten different mushrooms gives me one up everytime in this game of survival gulping my most
turning this indigenous body clock back months at a quarter time conversating wisdom with knowledge to young adults who look like me
evading and illusive across curious older eyes prompts many to ask who they seek wandering how
just hoping genetics due the rest in power hours at a meditative slept time to start again indigenous eyes open eyelashes peeping sounds peacefully past a hundred and fifty easy if all missions are complete
then again all ways have an exit plan
like transporting any society vehicles across they lands
passports in all on the scale of justice i am balanced heavy
barging crops from lands across waters silently when eyes closed dreaming
geeah i bee thinking about you all giving you the products needed to survive business
while back at home i got my tribal clothes made into different patterns of designs designed for the indigenous man of me liked from the hands of true down ass women who you will never see to engage conversation with ever during your short lifetime
cherishing they energy given into the cotton and linen
remembering they eyes and smiles after each conversation was temporarily ended
off in the winds with love across my body and head and two feet embracing all they energies of no defeat
supercydal three tribe claned down elite
that’s where my head at mental faculty of Ancestors
out here getting all that i can pulling away with all that i got
i got education inside of my brain with operational orders pushing past boundaries of fear mercilessly controlling my inner wild
on point like an unbroken arrow headed by the triangular axioms of belief
it’s all or nothing regardless of any societal weather
for this intellectual orbiting supraintelligent lunar moth staying close to my mistress education hugged rite closely unknowingly under the streetlights.