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About to post 3 of my fav promo videos I’ve made. All from 2019 - 2020. Latest visual work next month.

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happy bday t

one of the most underappreciated black men in hip-hop. and motherfuckers are gonna fight me on that statement but its true. you should be P and How status at this point. only reason ur not is cuz you actually believed in yourself and the industry hates to see a black man liberating himself like that. i don’t. one of the most funny, most creative, and most visionary renaissance men alive. glad i got to witness OF all the way to flower boy. fuck what they think. fuck what I think. you kept true to yourself and that’s something everybody in this biz oughta learn. thanks 4 the mems so far. see u in los angeles 2020. 

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V DAY, 2019

A MINI-COLLECTION OF POEMS WRITTEN ON VALENTINE’S DAY 2019 BY cracky!

AVAILABLE FOR FREE DOWNLOAD HERE OR AVAILABLE FOR FREE ON APPLE iBOOKS! 

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18 holes

You live life more or less on a spectrum when you don’t talk in specifics. That’s why I try to keep my comments vague and drawn out so you can never tell exactly who I’m talking to or about. 

The night I lost on the 18th hole wasn’t as bad as I like to make it seem. There were birdies still flyin’ behind your house as I chainsmoked my last bogie and prayed the life I was living wouldn’t come to an end. Losing your hand was the greatest pain I’d ever experienced. I thought for a long time my job was to emulate my pain onto this paper and make it hit the world where our past lives all hung out. I was wrong. My job is honesty…and I’m feeling a lot like the boy who cried wolf lately. Or maybe this story is like The Three Little Pigs. Apart we resided in straw houses until we came together and our shelters turned to stone. Yet, you still went running when you heard the wolves come howling for my neck. 

I’ve never held it against you though love, I just wished you would’ve shot earplugs into my ring finger so that I didn’t have to hear our god damned house fall apart again when you slammed the door.

Some nights are worse than others. Some nights I stay up fantasizing over the perfect word to get our story back on track until I realize it wasn’t ever supposed to leave the station. You’re a candy flipping, sugar rushing, glitter child daydream attached to the symphony that saved me from the hottest summers in America. If I could take back my lovin’, I would. Only for the benefit of not distracting you from the happiness you always deserved. 

The sharpest knives are the ones I’m not afraid of. Fear never crossed my mind when you spoke. Even when you walked away and I saw my life flash before my eyes, it wasn’t ‘cause I was afraid—it’s ‘cause you were the life I lived inside of before I opened my eyes as a baby. 

Your name is the only story I’ll ever tell with pride. My candy flipping, sugar rushing, glitter child daydream. 

If only our love had been up to par. 

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Dalia never showed me nothing but kindness She would say: 'I know how sad you get' And some days, I still get that way But it gets better, it gets better, it gets better Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you And she'd tell me... Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist Keep on loving, keep on fighting And hold on, and hold on Hold on for your life Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in For years, terrifying noises kept him up at night With a twelve gauge under his pillow He’s living in Boston now, going to art school I forgive him, I forgive him Hell, I’ll admit it: I’m proud of him Serena’s an architect and a carpenter She’s such a feminist she says she isn’t one 'Cause, 'Goddamn, my gender shouldn’t matter!' And her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence Down to the warehouse district, the paint job is as stunning as Her knowledge of medieval building techniques Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist Keep on loving, keep on fighting And hold on, and hold on Hold on for your life This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance Abby Banks, your book is beautiful And fuck anyone who says otherwise Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive I promise that I’m gonna pay you back You always know how funny everything is Even when I’m so serious that it’s gonna be the death of me Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our house He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets 'Cause he was going out of town I asked him, 'Where?' and he said 'New Mexico' I asked if I could get a ride He said: 'No, you don’t want to follow me Where it is I’m going' He backed out of the driveway That was the last time we saw him 'Cause he drove straight to his parent’s cabin And put a bullet in his head Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist Keep on loving, keep on fighting And hold on, and hold on Hold on for your life... Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist Keep on loving, keep on fighting And hold on, and hold on Hold on for your life

Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist, Pat The Bunny 

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i was never in control of my fate

(unless i died the greatest alive)

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fentanyl killed my friends

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disco crack!

powda on my eyelids just popped my last vivance camera outta focus hoe cuz poke us we cast spells n shit my attitude like fuck em cuz I beat em soon as I walked in and I talk shit cause my bih left me i get hefty I'm so in my bag my best friends all get so mad 20bags for Andrew Jack that's that that's  that cheddar Jack I'm cheesed up like Weaver i cover bands like Weezer foreign broads n threesomes fuck me for a visa love my mother shouts to teresa don of this shit call me prima never get crossed cuz that's treason if I did they'd call me Jesus pitchfork could never call me decent only snap my recents I'm so lazy this shit way too wavy off da dome its cracky! season...bih! :)

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am i pitiful or just full

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short story i wrote in rehab. not auto-biographical, 

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I had some money, I made the best paintings ever. I was completely reclusive, worked a lot, took a lot of drugs. I was awful to people.

Basquiat on the year 1982

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the space between each head in the poster

you learn a lot about people when you’re removed from them and you learn even more when you get paid. 

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the first night we got high (in 2018)

I hated the taste of wine on your breath like you hated when I spilt it on your hardwood floor or yakked it back up into your marble toilet seat that night you fuckin’ broke me I thought I was God until you came into the picture how’s that for your stupid complexes and theorems I was fuckin’ God for the summer and you shoved that needle into my vein the same night I sucked smoke from your water bottle and we sure fucked our way to the stars that night Oh God How I Learned to be so self-destructive I wish I could’ve known but I’m too busy starting budgets I’m not angry I just feel full of the same things I had before you came home and I hate it everything doesn’t come back around everything doesn’t come back around EVERYTHIGN DOESN’T…

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the newest form of writing is texting and i love it cause i can be intentional with punctuation!

i see your pumpkins hit the ground and smash! good cop or bad cop i wasn’t your f*ckn all-AMERICAN but i coulda been a dam all star honey wrap your arms around my neck like you would before the hot water started running out and your foot couldn’t cover the drain any longer and you wouldn’t let my hand cover your mouth if i could do anything to unsee your vulnerable pieces i’d do it..........just to make you feel a little bit less ashamed of letting me into your life 

i know i look like stained carpet but i promise we can find a dresser perfect enough to cover it up and to hold all my insecurities in one piece so the room could have what that lady in the pantsuit called “atmosphere” but you wanna know the truth baby?? the truth is that i believe god damn you are the atmosphere of this house! and i can’t bring myself to look at my fucking broken bed frame without thinking of that one time we couldn’t stop laughing god fuck babe we couldn’t stop laughing and 

 i know all good things don’t fall apart.

some have to be romanticized away.

so ill keep rewinding the record until you decide to press play.

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i was going through several bags of heroin a day. stuck in a space between loneliness and calculated greed. i was a genius when i was young. nowadays im told i talk mostly out of my ass. some people believed in me when i was 15 and writing books about things i didn’t quite yet know how to talk about. they seemed to lose faith once i became a little more conscious of whatever we were falling out of love with back then. i don’t know the answers to many questions but i know that the best one for me was always dancin’. hoped you could relate but that got dangerous. so i sat down at a place where the saltwater didn’t rise above my throat no ‘mo. lovexxxxxxxxx

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home sweet ego :)

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