Read Tyler, The Creator’s Poem “Tricolor” From Boys Don’t Cry
The rapper penned a short piece for Frank Ocean’s zine.
Last night, Frank Ocean surprised the internet by announcing pop-up locations for his Boys Don't Cry zine and dropping his third studio album, Blond. His first mag issue featured a long list of collaborators including Tom Sachs, Kanye West, and of course, his good friend Tyler, the Creator.
Upon the album drop, Tyler went to Twitter to announce the release and give a shoutout to Frank. "THANKS BIG BRO FOR ALLOWING ME TO BE APART OF IT," Tyler writes.
Tyler the Creator's main contribution to Boys Don't Cry was his spread featuring a poem entitled "Tricolor." The short piece is about driving cars. View the spread and read the full poem below.
Read “Boyfriend,” a poem by Frank Ocean.
Tricolor
Los Angeles, California
Text by Tyler the Creator
the early chapters of my book included bus passes
now its tire traction off like fuck crashes, ask him how?
insurance higher than the lease bill, run flats when the feet peel
fish tail, the boy eats meals, tummy ache from my cheap thrills
granny hug the way the seat feel, on the left turn, leave the neck burned
from the frost bit links, size of an earth worm, wasted on last check earned
i’m, expecting this so it aint odd, two 5’s on the paint job, lactose, wide body, fat ghost
grannys watch over me when i act slow, rev till i plateau
keys sorted on the hip, jeff gordon is his mind, life’s forza on the strip
switch gears like i take breaths, wish i had 8
left 6 got skipped, went to 7th from the 5th
more advance than your average,
i like coupes, two shit
when my friends pull up, stops turn into a pageant
but until i get that enzo, its chapter uno
but i know what that bus pass turned into, its magic