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Cupid Ain’t So Bad

By:Mulu

Fought off Cupid’s chokehold,

Since a teen..

Clipped a wing or two in our scuffle,

And if I see that little fuck in the streets,

It’s on sight..

I’ve been baring arrows out my back like a spartan with blood lust on this battlefield riddled with broken homes, souls, and trust..

I march on, looking for the soul I was taken from when I was born,

Snatched out of heaven and separated..

Thought I found her a couple times,

but their hesitation told me we were better homies..

Or that they couldn’t love me but they could blow me..but only until her man returns home.

I’ve seen enough to never trust a soul..

I wasn’t built like that though,

Cupid knows!

But I’ve broken enough hearts in my time that he’s been plottin..

So he hit me with this arrow that was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal..

I don’t mean that in no disrespect I just love the phrase,

But she was apple cinnamon with the milk..

Soul was silk,

With a walk like erykah badu naked.

But with clothes..

She had soul,

And a past that she never let go of.

Sold love,

Till it was time to leave..

That was when I learned that you never Try to pull an arrow out when it hits bone..

That shit hurt..

And there was a time,

Where he snuck up from behind,

Caught me with an indie soul,

Missed the bone but Pierced the soul right between the ribs

Had me bleeding out,

While the world watched..

In my bag on my stories,

Showing just how light skinned I am,

I could make drake consider going MJ

just to keep his throne.

I really thought she was home..

But shorty was a kill shot..

So as the world watched my love drip off her arrows tip,

I accepted the fate of a death too soon..

giving flame, to a nicotine stick as sat up against brick,

Watching the scene fade..

As I go to take my last hit..

I see a pretty face

In a crowded place,

Walking my way..

Now I know I’m on my last leg,

But shorty looks like an angel,

With a natural halo,

Her aura looks familiar,

When I seen her I heard her laugh,

Felt her kiss,

Felt her hips beneath my hands while we slow danced on clouds to the music our movements would make..

And when our eyes met,

That arrow snapped,

And My skin healed..

I could feel the blood refilling my body,

My hairy ass was finally fulfilling a childhood dream of becoming wolverine,

She gave me life..

So maybe Cupid isn’t so bad..

And I’m no naive cat..

So I promise when I catch him with or without his quiver..

I’m beatin his ass..

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Wake up..

By:Christian Holt

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Fluent with the rhymes like,

Nyjah with the grinds..

Tre flip your mind,

Then keep on skatin by.

Unscathed..

look closely though,

You’ll See scars earned.

Translate to the page..

Energy saved for the stage,

Beats bumpin, make em all rage..

No de la rocha though the world needs it..

Watchin it burn,

Treat it like a secret..

If we act like we don’t peep it,

Maybe we can sweep it..

Under the rug..

But this carpet got lumps,

We need to roll this bitch up..

Let the bodies hit the floor..

In this war..

Casualties happening daily..

What side are you fightin for?

Shit drives your boy crazy..

Realizing the book will be fulfilled,

It seems The whole meaning of life is to transcend

Through the feels,

emotions getting the best of the collective it seems..

How could you hate on another for getting paid for their dreams?

Bitter bitches and niggas,

See attention and fein..

How can you judge

When You ain’t even clean.?

I’m astonished by the oxymoronic vibes.

will the lame shit ever die?

Is it true that we fly or fry?

The excuse is live or die..

For us doin what we like..

Deaf ears, Will be the death of us all..

We ain’t always right,

But will be damned if we’re wrong.

When will I accept that all y’all want are just songs..?

Never.

I’ll have to accept living the lesser

Before becoming selfish..

Self absorbed for the cheddar..

I was blessed with the gift of writing letters,

That’ll never be opened..

Guess I should take my chances on the deaf ears...

Signing so hard you’d think I’m throwing gang signs On the west side.

But I’m all caps,

Trying to wake up my peers..

Camera angle?

fishburn in a spike lee joint..

Please Wake up..

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Regroup

In the madness that is pursuing your dream..You willl find moments where you feel lost..Where the voice in your head is talking big shit, and you start believing it..

Then you’re caught in between No days off and I’m hungry..

we get caught up in other people watching..

I only wish it was like the 90′s because it wasn't so easy to get caught up in the progress of others..

Denouncing the material one thing at a time is tough because it’s shedding comfort..

I’m sitting here humbled...

Because the people that said they were down crumbled beneath the pressures i’ve been baring...

See I’m alone now because I need to be..

a true warriors test..

been trying to invest the energy into the wrong quests and been met with resistance..

But I’m going to flip it..

i’m going to be greater than this shit..

Breaking cycles Like an overloaded rinse spin 

right after I hit this...

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I’ll be Back...

Been a minute...I guess your boy has been going through it..Only 6 months into the year and I haven't quite hit a wall...but I’m running underwater kind of. Finding peace in the chaos is a skill I’m in the midst of mastering..

Multi tasking  is becoming second nature...

Procrastination has become my guilty pleasure.

Trying not to compare lives and grinds is quite hard to do when my feed is filled with planned out flexes...

haven't had one in about 4-5 months...but I’m craving a hit of nicotine so bad..

I guess what I’m trying to say is...The tape is more in the works than ever before..

I just hope ya’ll still around when I come back. 

P.L.G 

-MULU 

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4/20 in Nashville...

Maaaaaaan, that was the dopest show I’ve had in my shitty lil career. One that was filled with Love, herb, alcohol, friends, vibes and ENERGY. The coolest aspect had to be getting to share a road trip with my Little sister (by a year). Getting to see her experience life outside of the village I’m from was dope enough for me...so if you want to read some deets, let me hear you say....JK, I ain't THAT corny...lets get it..

intro to it all, took shots of tequila with my cousins the night before...Not a good idea when you have to deal with Enterprise in the AM needing way more forms of ID and shit,,,that I don't have..caused us to get on the road wayyyy later than expected...which in then turned into Blind ass Christian, Driving in a four lane highway...With a downpour of rain...and a sister in the passenger seat thinking my vision is better than it is...but nonetheless we made it to Madison TN..Where we got to link up with some of the funkiest motherfuckers I've come to know. The Weird sisters..Sir Izaac (the guy shredding in all the videos I have, also my guest DJ).

We were met with a basement full of people putting in work on these big ass ring girl style cards for their set..in font of what had to be about 8 old style TVs, hooked up to a VHS player..which was playing the 98 olympics...We got stoned, we geeked out over a throwback eat N Park videos...and I ordered my fat ass some food, which resulted me putting IZ on to Lemon Pepper flavored wings..I know right? how doesn't he already know about that sacred flavor?? I”m just glad I was there for his first time...Pause..

Now Play..

fast forward to 4/20 and My soundcheck is at 4p....show doesn't even start till 9p..and bruv/Bruvette..when I tell you that I was so excited to have an hour to myself for the set, ya’ll need to believe me..because I’m used to shows where soundcheck is literally like 30 mins before the doors open...or in some cases while the people are coming in (Fuck me right??) anyways...the coolest shit happens...so at this venue, there's mad floors, different rooms..so like...upstairs there was like a wedding reception or some shit...nonetheless they were getting on with their event during my soundcheck one of the guest comes in...at the time I thought he was like security for some shit,...but no...he was a guest. so I start flexing and shit..rapping all crazy being all extra..feeling my shit..so like I open my eyes and look over and there’s like 4 of em...just chillin mouth open all sick..

“How it sound?” I asked

“Really fucking good bro”- in my best white dude voice. 

after soundcheck we still had like 4  hours to kill...so instead of napping like I planned on...My sister wanted to go do some shit..So we walk down the road to this little jazz joint and come across a man playing the bass and crooning so smooth...Name was Shawn Munday. I kept it V PA and ordered myself a Yueng..and vibed the fuck out...

I wish we had more shit like that back home...

ANYWAYS...

doors open and the people start coming in...I remember looking at Izaac and asking 

“yo how many people you think will be here??”

“Oh we’ll at least bring in 100.” he said casually..

I’m embarrassed to say I don't see many crowds like that...But thanks to The Weird sisters and The morning After Crew..I got a taste of big crowd energy...and yo I have to say..It felt natural as a Mf yo..It made me want to shed my existence as a little store manager trying to make it to Full Nomad until I get mine..The crowd listened to every word..I know this because f the many people I ran into trying to get a drink after my set reciting lines that they heard for the first time during a set that day...on 4/20 at that...and again..Im not talking my shi or flexing...I’m still high off the vibes..

SIDENOTE...You can watch the Live feed On my IGTV ----> [here]<-----

After the Weird Sisters and The Morning After Crew threw down and put the crowd into even more of a fit..I ran up to announce the after party one last time...we took pictures with people in the crowd, closed our tabs and packed up..I didn't drive btw...of course not I wanted to drink...so we run into this Lyft driver who was at the show,...who happened to be off duty...who happened to be going to the after party...so call me crazy, but I took that ride..Me, my sister and this dope ass dude who I will not name..but he did pass me a packed cone and showed love about the set. We get back to an after party that was actually pretty lit. handles of liquor, bong packs, doobs...L’s...Etc..we rode the waves into the wee hours of the night...and so this doesn't turn into a ramble...Im going to list a few things here that I feel people should Abide by..

Don't be the dick at a party that imposes on somebodys joint...You really bout to come through and like not even ask just look at me like yo let me hit that..My nigga I don't even know your name...Were you even at the show?? FOH

and that’s it...I was gonna smack that MF...but whatever, good vibes..not my crib..keep it moving..

In the end, my sister DID get to go kick it around nashville the next day..ate, laughed..made memories I don't need to share with ya’ll and I’m just happy I can do that with the music I make..That’s dope af to me..ont he last morning my sister and I packed a couple bowls...rolled a few for the road..wrote a goodbye note to the sleeping musical geniuses and hit the road..there is so much that I left out but that’s for us..go experience your own shit..It’s fun.

since we  made it back...I’ve been having a terrible itch to quit my job and just attack this shit..but i need to calm my shti down real quick,...

Or do I?...

Until Next time...

P.L.G 

Dowatchulike 

-MULU

Now I leave you with this Gem...

Miss ya’ll.

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Returned to Sender

When I love, I love hard.

And it takes a lot to get that..

When the Love isn’t reciprocated,

I crack,

I’m like tempered glass,

The way I still stick to the surface through the drops.

It’s a gift and a curse..

I’m not fragile by any means..

But a trust fall sucks when they can’t hold your weight.

When the back of my head

Meets the earth

And in my cuncussed state..

I create these feelings..

That were never really there in the first place.

It’s a curse, but a gift..

That one day,

Someone won’t return without reciept,

Demanding to speak to the manager,

Because they don’t want no damn gift card,

They want their cash back.

It’s a gift,

That will make a woman blush,

Because the thoughts behind it,

Speaks to her soul..

If she has one.

I’m a gift..

My box Damaged on arrival,

the contents inside unscathed..

Hand made,

For whomever this gift was meant for..

She’s just moved so many times,

I’ve been returned to sender.

A gypsy hunt..

She’s got a life to live before she can handle this package with care..

So I drift..

From Doorstep to mail truck,

Until the cycle is broken..

And I’m finally taken inside.

Opened up..

kept..

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15/2/2019

you ever think about how some stories are great love stories? all the people ever did in those stories was love. that’s so human and so kind. no one ever questions it.

i feel a lot of pressure to do more than just love. it’s not easy. but that’s probably all there is to it!

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Roads less traveled

It doesn’t matter how hot that fire is burning inside of you.. How much you bleed, sweat, cry, curse at the sky..You have to go through those to get to the outcome… But this road here is where weak willed men come to die a slow painful death…Choking on their dreams, watching as some street bum runs off with the last ten to his name.. Where every corner has a finesse strategically placed in your way.. “yo can you guess which cup is holding your golden ticket??” he says through a cigarette smile. "ten bucks says you can’t.” Well my man… I would, but you see this bum thought I was dying when I was merely gasping to breathe and took the last ten I had.. by the time I finish that sentiment, he’s already onto the next sap.. So I grab my tattered backpack, and continue on.. onto the next stretch.. This one filled with heartless women, with broken souls, that warm themselves off your passions coals. she’ll fire dance with you…But only until the embers hiss.. only suckers believe in that love shit. Shit, I’ve seen a few die trying. I’ve learned the hard way there is no crying just half ass goodbyes.. so long, for now… I’ve got deadlines to meet, and dreams to fuck…. meet me a couple streets over and we’ll catch up..You can tell me all about your new love.. Until then… I’ll just keep beating my feet on this hellish land.. Making a difference where I can.. With a pack of reds, and my head towards the plan.. Im a traveling man.

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It’s Dark, and This Road is Hot..

I love to collaborate, I love to create..

This is what touches my soul, So forgive my passion. 

People often confuse this passion for attitude..What most people don’t understand is that I’ve been pursuing this passion for some time, and in that time I’ve been taken advantage of, talked down to, laughed at, looked over, all in the name of learning more about what I loved…the music. 

People get comfortable in your silences sometimes..They mistaken it for weakness..So when you decide to switch it up and speak your mind..why is it frowned upon?

Is it because people crave control?

is it because I’m truly an asshole?

is it envy of the passion?

 I…Dont…Fucking….Know..

what I do know is that I’m through with being silent..My vision, My voice…It’ll be heard.

and hopefully I can find folks who want to create dope shit together. 

and if that offends..

Peace.

-MULU

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Permanent Subscriber

Thank you for your interest in my monthly subscription..

You’re a valued customer,And I’d love to extend an offer exclusive to you as a permanent subscriber,

The title isn’t flashy,

It could probably use some work..

The benefits of your free trial upgrade were,

Tucked in between fine print words.

About Sweet nothing whispers,

Taking form of effortless expressions on paper..

Sleep deprivation,

Just to hear the love in your texts,

To see The beauty in your snaps...

Consider my Gold heart snatched.

See,

by upgrading your free trial to a permanent sub,

you gain exclusivity to me..

The ins drawn out for you to understand me better..

The words of the passion you spark stashed underneath my work desk exposed..

Naked,

Emotionally and physically..

And if you aren’t ready for the full package,

No worries..

There’s a monthly subscription..Complete with the baby step package.

Snippets of the greatest hits,

Good morning inspirations,

And Compliments..

Ears so open wide,

you can build campfires inside,

To set the mood for the stories of you..

And if somehow..

I get lucky enough to woo you..to upgrade from month to month to permanent.. You’ll wake up to  good morning kisses,That’ll live on in the back of your mind all day.

Give you that morning inspiration..Then start your coffee..As I figure out my way..

We’d be each other’s strength.. And a bunch of other clichés..

Maybe One day. 

-Christian Holt 

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Not a poet

Sometimes I wonder if you ever think about me like I think about you, Probably not. 

And sometimes I wonder if you ever talk about me with the smile that I have when I talk about you,

I should stop.

Before I do that thing where I put my foot in my mouth..As if that ever worked.

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Ya’ll aint better than me....

I come home, changing only into my sweatpants, crank my music, and put in overtime…

Why though??

when you’re sitting here putting in the work by yourself you find yourself listening to Lucy. The voice in your head that taunts your shortcomings,

“bruh you posted that shit hours ago and only got 6 likes??”

laughing in between insults..

“homie over here has 1k in two hours, and you think you’re nice?!”

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!…

I do this because I love art…I love expression…This is deeper than money, and I feel CRAAZYYY for saying that because I’m broke.

I do this because I’ve left relationships where I had to choose between the life or a lovely wife..(On top of other shit)

I do this because of the passion I feel burning in me when I think about quitting..

Ya’ll aint better than me..you’ll see..

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Everything’s A Flex

Everything’s a flex.. That’s all we know..., It ain’t about the love no more, Only about who’s next.

Friendly competition turned sour once the punches start to sting. Like the first fight with your cousin, one swing made your ears ring.

Everything’s a contradiction..

You telling me that my observation judgmental, After telling me the business someone told you was confidential. Smoking cigs while we critique the meth head missing teeth...

We all kettles, We not special.. Yet we try to show each other why every day we are While not caring about what others say..

Or so we say....

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Poem About Love

Why can’t love be easy..? Boy meets girl, and vice versa. “Hi it’s nice to meet you, tell me what’s your kind of person?” Please recite your favorite verses. No matter the genre.. Paint me pictures of your aura,With what you sing like a mantra.

Why is love so awkward.? Milling about the broken pieces of a past that haunts us? Sliced palms,Bleed the song of a young romantic. Trynna piece a love together Cuz another panicked. Didn’t know what he had and threw away his chances.

Why is love so beautiful? Like a junkie belting songs out, Singing hotel California as the high dances on their tongues.. Wow, 

Why is love so beautiful? Like sad scenes in a beautiful film?

You and I on the reel.

Why is love so complicated.? Like a heart shaped bop it. With a rubiks cube attached, and you’re blind as a bat.

Why is love appealing..?

Is it the thought of not being lonely, Or is it the way someone makes you feel?  Is it enough to remain homies?

Why is love so scary? Like taking a dive off a cliff. Like you're mike waiting for eleven To spare him from busting his shit..

I want a love like My pen loves paper. Like rappers love fake haters, But I don’t even love myself yet..Guess that love comes later..

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#SelfCare

Please reblog, this is so important.

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Aux Cord finesse.

Do you trust me??

Take what you will for your week..

1.) “Nostalgia”-Chance The Rapper

2.) “Max Julien” -Curren$y 

3.) “Car Service”- Curren$y, Wiz Khalifa 

4.) ”Hot Box”- JID, Method Man, & Joey Bada$$

5.) “Jet Fuel”- Mac Miller 

6.) “Suede”-Anderson.Paak

**Wild Cards**

7.) “Cohesion”-Minutemen

8.) “Wrist Work”- J Sprado

9.) “Bam Bam”- Sister Nancy

10.) “Int’l Players Anthem (I choose you) -UGK, OutKast