Portuguese Women in Newark
a poem by savage writer
Lemme talk that shit
Said let me talk that shit, I’m up at one in the morn
Flowing on a document I could only see with two eyes
What if the angels decided to unhook them both, can I still grasp the sight of the picture I am painting
No brush was necessary in the creation of this anthology, fuck I am still thinking about the life dat’ I had swept from underneath my feet before March of 2020
Took it for granted on several occasions, rumors of a new world order that aren’t going to grant me my civil rights unless I take a devilish serum
A serum with the capability to reverse all the god-given knowledge bestowed upon me over several lifetimes
At least that’s the hearsay
Fuck an immunity passport, I’m not letting you bastards snatch away my autonomy
Mark of the beast?
I think the hell not, homie
Electromagnetic pulse, damn
What about all the novels I wrote?
Gone, I guess
No more living on the grid
Time to bunk in the woods as these niggers are tearing each other apart over looted goods stashed inside FEMA crates
Well, well, well
Will their agenda succeed?
If ya’ ask me…
If niggas don’t stand up and fight the very system that has held us down for so many centuries then yes, it will.
Doomed, subjected to tidal waves of tyranny
Reincarnation repeated, I shouldn’t have to come back to this shithole for any reason
I am here to learn the lessons needed so I could be draped in gold and sovereign linens
Fetch my turban after I roll me a blunt fatter than a turnip
Those demons have been silenced, muzzled at the mouths
I am in films and still spitting on beats, did you watch that exhibit I did with Noelle?
Khali Lee, goddamn just say dat’ I’m Freeman already
Shakur with a cherry red floater at the bar where COVID restrictions vary
You enviers are freeloading, I shall be the first emerging author to break bank in the middle of a pandemic
You’ll never catch me reciting for Edom, I’d expose all those Babylon slut prick priss pieces of shit where they sleep
Sleepy Joe’s first, falling asleep behind the desk
Did his clone run low on batteries?
Aye, no one bought me out yet
And never will, quit trying to negotiate with me
I ain’t interested in your money or resources, but wait
I will gladly take the distribution
If I can’t get that, oh well
Find the next pawn to do your bidding
What’s funny is…
Niggas thought I was finna’ talk about European women with stunning faces and thick bodies, juicy booties you gotta hit airplane mode on for so you ain’t caught screen capping
And she sliding in your messages with…
WHY YOU SCREENSHOTTING ME YOU FUCKING CREEP
*DO I GOTTA BLOCK U???*
Damn shawty, you should have known you’d attract that kind of attention with those pants you’re in
It’s my little secret, I don’t expose
Once you see my draws drop, you’ll leave those blonde haired, blue-eyed little dick dust mites alone
Trust me
Get you a real human being, Cherokee indigenous deity
I lay it down like wires to a cable box, I’m loyal as well
Always bringing the love home, just cook and clean for a brother four days out of the week
I’ll take the remaining three, shoulder the weight with efficacy
Get hitched in the wilderness where niggas don’t have to wear masks and stick themselves with needles
Fiends in the hood are taking their vaccines constantly
Aye, that’s not Khali’s business
Perhaps we’ll raise children honey
Who am I kidding, I don’t think I’ll ever be married anytime soon
I am too busy trying to outdo myself while bragging about it in a tweet
At 22 my mother already had three children while I’m still learning how 401k’s work
Up all night playing SimCity
A woman can’t deal with that
She just wants stellar dick and affection, not hear savage writer screaming into the microphone mindlessly
That isn’t always healthy, going to fuck around and drive myself crazy
I done went off the deep end long before I hit mainstream, so yea
Doesn’t matter if you judge me
