“Sol Soul Sold”

For my
OG
Sisters and Brothers
Born
From the
Dust of Angels
With
Dirty faces:

I have sold many things
But none
More valuable than
My very own
Soul

Hawking
Hustling
On the highest
Mountain top and
On the concrete
Streets and alleys

“Get em while
They’re fresh!
Them double-lined
Good Ones
With the
Parsley flakes
In between
The Dust of Angels

MATON
Death”

It was on one
Friday night
Such as this
That I
Sold
My very own
Soul

“I want the good shit”
The little
Red man demanded

“25 for a
Leño”
I said

“No
I want your
Soul”

“I aint got that
Shit”

“You got it
You just don’t know it
Once you find it
I want it and
I’ll pay you
Right now in
Advance”

“How much?”

“Name your price”

“Well
I guess
It’s worth as
Much as a
Half gram
So that’s
150”

With wicked claw
He handed me a
Shiny
Crispy
Benjamin Franklin and
Ulysses S. Grant

I celebrated by
Getting high
On my own supply

I found
It
There
In the madness
Outside of myself
Within the abyss

There was
No cocaine craziness
No alcohol dizziness
No Mary Jane laughter

It was
Empty
It was
Nothing

Then I started
Coming down from
Clouds and left
The Angels
In heaven

Then I stumbled
To the liquor store
To buy
A carton of
Milk
And a
Beer

Yeah
I robbed that fool!
I sold him
Nothing