No.174: Just My Imagination

it was,
it was just,
it was just my imagination,
I guess, I’m not sure,
you know, it felt real,
the first puff, the first glance,
the first touch, the way she made eye contact, 
I could feel my mind hunch-back
after the first shot, the first night,
the first listen, 
back before the tunes turned prison,
the beat slapped, but the lyrics were malicious,
I grew up on R&B and Hip-Hop — you know,
Drizzy, Lollipop, Sean Paul, Bedrock, 
so you know I’ma sucker for the curves and cocoa pigment,
but these girls be trippin,
it’s all good though, my boys got me.
at first, I wasn’t sure, I was just kidding,
till they called me chicken,
said I didn’t have to,
a month later 
I’m rolling blunts in the basement, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, 
then one day, my g gave me something different, 
the first puff — a private flight, it was just one time, but now I’m hooked,
now I’m different,
couldn’t move, but you know, it was cool, 
long as my body lost its feelings, 
they tell me go to God for healing, 
but I’m so far gone, 
and you know,
I’m sure He’s busy, 
don’t wanna be selfish,
they tell me to go get help, 
they say I’m addicted, 
but I can’t help it.

the way she wearing them tights, that necklace, 
I know her body is a temple
but tonight she’s a temptress,
caught a peek 
and now I’m tempted,
we’re breathing heavy,
so much chemistry
I can’t even see the exit.

the first time she touched my skin 
I felt reckless, endless, 
ain’t no drug like the lust bug, 
but now I see the ruin, the remnants 
of our lives sprayed on the ground like dead meat for the buzzards.
I thought I’d try one time, just to see.
but I lost my vision playing in the dark,
I was deceived. 
guess it was just my imagination,
running away 
with me.

No.174: Just My Imagination

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