T.J. Hope - Author & Poet 

     "It's not the cards life deals that makes you, it's the way you play them!"  


I’m trapped in some type of addiction
Shit is real, this ain’t no Urban Fiction
The way you have me riding up and down on that dic-tion
Man, we gon’ fuck around and get an eviction

The neighbors already think they know your name Tion
Talking about can you and “ooo that’s my damn spot’ join in our celebration
We’re on a higher elevation of elation| complex vibrations
Faced with temptations, laced with sensations

Slow down Daddy, you’re causing an over-flowation of stimulation
The way you hold a conversation
Your education, mental stimulation, ellaboration,
Meditation, just a few more injections of your medications

Honest confessions or regrettable reflections
That flipped and shattered and shifted into beautiful revelations
Fire attraction, reacting with dire reactions
The way you always keep me pointed in the right directions

And ooo those erections, are purely perfections
Please don’t provide a solution nor a correction
Turned on by the melanin in your complexion

Thinking about you got me hot, I mean perspiration
Shit, I’m w armer than situations on a tropical vacation
Opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling for quite a duration
Damn. Tion was just a figmentation of my imagination