If these words ever reach prominence
know that I gained dominance
by being the poet that you have never wanted problems with.
Given free rides on my train of thought like scholarships.
On a enterprise, trekking through stars like a comet.
If punchlines was all u wanted.
I could hit u like being punished.
Split you like being blunted
or get you, police is coming.
But what wisdom is revealed
when the similes get to running.
When the industry isn't nothing
but presidential incumbents.
You can catch em on BET, lying to the public.
With promises of being free, cause you dying to go out clubbing.
So they put this speech on a beat, no matter if it's rubbish.
Cause these songs are Mickey D's
and y'all just say you love it.
I could never covet this capitalistic system.
But still charge you to listen, I guess my feelings are indifferent.
If you can cash in ya silver tongue,
and make a fortune from your lungs.
I expect for you to get your paper,
like all your money's saved in bonds.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
#NaPoWriMo Entry #19 "Men"
Men...
We were truly made in Gods image.
You can see the resemblance in our ability to take a fathers premiss.
You can recognize the divinity by the minutes
we spend with our children.
We can be selfish,
create life then leave it to it's own blemish
or we can raise that life with love and distribute our own wisdom.
Being black make this harder.
We constantly dodge prison,
and the stereotype of a black father, leaves an expectation of something missin.
We plant the seed and we're finished.
And the trees we've implemented into this world may grow crooked
but through our hands they are minted.
We were meant to watch over our creations.
Some men have untended plantations.
Abandon their crop, so the field is filled with flocks wild vegetation.
Vines wrapping around poles, rain dancing is their occupation.
Counting on the daddies they never had to supply the monetary irrigation.
Grew up with piss poor demonstrations.
our presence was missed more in the last generation.
So how do we stop the dissenegration of able fathers in this nation.
(tbc)
We were truly made in Gods image.
You can see the resemblance in our ability to take a fathers premiss.
You can recognize the divinity by the minutes
we spend with our children.
We can be selfish,
create life then leave it to it's own blemish
or we can raise that life with love and distribute our own wisdom.
Being black make this harder.
We constantly dodge prison,
and the stereotype of a black father, leaves an expectation of something missin.
We plant the seed and we're finished.
And the trees we've implemented into this world may grow crooked
but through our hands they are minted.
We were meant to watch over our creations.
Some men have untended plantations.
Abandon their crop, so the field is filled with flocks wild vegetation.
Vines wrapping around poles, rain dancing is their occupation.
Counting on the daddies they never had to supply the monetary irrigation.
Grew up with piss poor demonstrations.
our presence was missed more in the last generation.
So how do we stop the dissenegration of able fathers in this nation.
(tbc)
#NaPoWriMo Entry #18 "Not African American"
Do not call me African American. This is not an accurate description of my heritage.
It is a broad fallacy I've gone into marriage with.
A political correction of my melanin complexion
that this oppressive system uses to keep from embarrassment.
Why is black the absence of light? Why can't it be the culmination of all colors?
I think our presence in America is portrayed in the movie others.
We moved into this house with bread crumbs in the cupboard.
Now we've grown to love the fatherland, and abandon our mother.
But I am American.
Born and raised, free from persecution but still a slave.
Working for corporate masters everyday, just to receive the minimum wage.
See Respect was never demanded as blacks we were handed our credibility.
We were made to assimilate and reprimanded for our hostility.
They found a way to commit genocide, but no gas chambers for the ghetto enemy.
Instead they plan our parenthood, and control our fertility.
And I've been trying to get back to my roots but it's impossible.
Because Americas an obstacle that I find to be more course than our hair follicles.
This nation scheme is diabolical.
Cliaming us to be the bad guy.
Getting beat up from birth we came in the world with a black eye.
And I've always been the black guy with speech similar to screechs
so when I'm giving out my speeches peers thought me an Urkel sequence.
White folks said I was smart, to blacks a white people reject.
So I spent half of my life just looking for their defense.
I Found out, I didn't need it.
Seen it was the pretense to a Willie lynch strategic tactic.
Use intelligence to divide each of the black kids.
Make him seem strange, turn intelligence into an affliction,
so they're will always be confliction between the real and non fiction.
But how could you tell?
In this capitalistic system getting money makes u fake, being broke makes you listen.
And I still get the shakes when I turn on my television
and see people that look like me shucking and jiving for commission.
Seems like theres only two ways to go... entertainment or parol,
daily containment or neo soul, go to jail or going pro.
Mormans said I belong in hell because the way my hair grow.
But they're God could never condemn me, if my God holds my soul.
It is a broad fallacy I've gone into marriage with.
A political correction of my melanin complexion
that this oppressive system uses to keep from embarrassment.
Why is black the absence of light? Why can't it be the culmination of all colors?
I think our presence in America is portrayed in the movie others.
We moved into this house with bread crumbs in the cupboard.
Now we've grown to love the fatherland, and abandon our mother.
But I am American.
Born and raised, free from persecution but still a slave.
Working for corporate masters everyday, just to receive the minimum wage.
See Respect was never demanded as blacks we were handed our credibility.
We were made to assimilate and reprimanded for our hostility.
They found a way to commit genocide, but no gas chambers for the ghetto enemy.
Instead they plan our parenthood, and control our fertility.
And I've been trying to get back to my roots but it's impossible.
Because Americas an obstacle that I find to be more course than our hair follicles.
This nation scheme is diabolical.
Cliaming us to be the bad guy.
Getting beat up from birth we came in the world with a black eye.
And I've always been the black guy with speech similar to screechs
so when I'm giving out my speeches peers thought me an Urkel sequence.
White folks said I was smart, to blacks a white people reject.
So I spent half of my life just looking for their defense.
I Found out, I didn't need it.
Seen it was the pretense to a Willie lynch strategic tactic.
Use intelligence to divide each of the black kids.
Make him seem strange, turn intelligence into an affliction,
so they're will always be confliction between the real and non fiction.
But how could you tell?
In this capitalistic system getting money makes u fake, being broke makes you listen.
And I still get the shakes when I turn on my television
and see people that look like me shucking and jiving for commission.
Seems like theres only two ways to go... entertainment or parol,
daily containment or neo soul, go to jail or going pro.
Mormans said I belong in hell because the way my hair grow.
But they're God could never condemn me, if my God holds my soul.
Friday, April 20, 2012
#NaPoWriMo Entry #17 "Dumbed Down Freestyle"
I, dumbed it down but I kept it smart,
found the proper way to conduct
this lost train of thought.
I wonder if compressed coal chains were bought,
would it fuel my engine.
Or would it leave me sitting here,
dead broke and glistening.
Full of smoke remembering when I was on top.
Ran away on rails like vagrants living out a box.
Got my word and my socks. It's all I'll ever need.
Roaming the country and planting trees. J
ohnny Appleseed.
If y'all could see the fruits of my labor and take a bite of this golden delicious,
oh so nuitirious, granny smithing word spitting.
I bet ur mouth would water off of what's written.
Everybody has a gift nowadays mine is just wrapped different.
Abusive articulation my punchlines is hitting.
I spiked the bowl at the dance now everybodies getting into the movement.
Feeling the self improvement.
I may misplace a word or two but I'd never lose it.
They spit cold flow low and behold I'm antifreeze fluid.
So if things heat up I can keep your vehicle moving.
No chances of lance losing. advance and enhance music. If Hiphop is translucent.
I'll put some color into it.
See the pigment that I'm living in.
Brown covered with a package. I'm delivering.
Some interesting stuff.
so if you please sign ur name we can begin to exchange and u can gimmie big ups like a UPS truck.
found the proper way to conduct
this lost train of thought.
I wonder if compressed coal chains were bought,
would it fuel my engine.
Or would it leave me sitting here,
dead broke and glistening.
Full of smoke remembering when I was on top.
Ran away on rails like vagrants living out a box.
Got my word and my socks. It's all I'll ever need.
Roaming the country and planting trees. J
ohnny Appleseed.
If y'all could see the fruits of my labor and take a bite of this golden delicious,
oh so nuitirious, granny smithing word spitting.
I bet ur mouth would water off of what's written.
Everybody has a gift nowadays mine is just wrapped different.
Abusive articulation my punchlines is hitting.
I spiked the bowl at the dance now everybodies getting into the movement.
Feeling the self improvement.
I may misplace a word or two but I'd never lose it.
They spit cold flow low and behold I'm antifreeze fluid.
So if things heat up I can keep your vehicle moving.
No chances of lance losing. advance and enhance music. If Hiphop is translucent.
I'll put some color into it.
See the pigment that I'm living in.
Brown covered with a package. I'm delivering.
Some interesting stuff.
so if you please sign ur name we can begin to exchange and u can gimmie big ups like a UPS truck.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #16 "Interjection"
Allow me to interject
and put some intellect
into the image that reflects
off the mirror of ur blatant disrespect.
Your hating won't make me miss a check, like grading papers.
I can teach you how to pass a class, straight A maker.
If ya girls a D I'll take her,
spin her around and shape her.
Into something other than a fragile heart. Y'all barts break her.
Bet ur butterfingers will linger right after I maker her,
into the baddest rump shaker this side of the neighbor
-hood. It's all good. She just looking for something different.
Tryna be with a star, instead of sitting here wishing.
She's tired of being puppet, hanging out with the crickets.
Said she learn to roll loud just so these niggas would listen.
Instead baby be proud, you are now gettin pass.
Fallin over every compliment they give about ya ass.
They gon have to come with something deeper. Randy moss stats... (tbc)
and put some intellect
into the image that reflects
off the mirror of ur blatant disrespect.
Your hating won't make me miss a check, like grading papers.
I can teach you how to pass a class, straight A maker.
If ya girls a D I'll take her,
spin her around and shape her.
Into something other than a fragile heart. Y'all barts break her.
Bet ur butterfingers will linger right after I maker her,
into the baddest rump shaker this side of the neighbor
-hood. It's all good. She just looking for something different.
Tryna be with a star, instead of sitting here wishing.
She's tired of being puppet, hanging out with the crickets.
Said she learn to roll loud just so these niggas would listen.
Instead baby be proud, you are now gettin pass.
Fallin over every compliment they give about ya ass.
They gon have to come with something deeper. Randy moss stats... (tbc)
#NaPoWriMo Entry #15 "Thumbs Up"
Gimmie the thumbs up like u watching a good movie.
I feel groovy like i put bell bottom pants on a dog named scooby.
I'm going over your head thinking I'm just a dog name snoopy.
On grown man taking a shit, y'all just babies making a poopy.
Sorry if the ride gets bumpy, my mind rollarcoaster is loopy.
As I inhale all these lies. I exhale what the truth be.
Find me in the sky where the chimney smoke and the roof be.
Bestfriends with a mouse and a duck.
that last line was kinda of goofy.
So i switch channels. Ask the panel for they opinion.
All I see are reality shows showing my people locked in a prison.
black is not a color in their prism. Just a two day description.
Louisville's known on first 48. Starring the killer and the victim.
You can get popular off of both, the second one wouldn't recommend it.
Cause the only beef ya family got is how much it cost for your tombstone to be printed.
$50 dollars for each letter chiseled in ya memory.
$10 dollars for the white T ya peoples wear religiously.
They holler RIP at your final assembly.
But it's priceless cause your lifeless and your mother gets paid sympathy.
I had to turn Fox41 off and get to VH1 quick.
I started watching behind the music of Louisville's greatest hits.
In my city, we getting money, but the ignorance is bliss.
And the local news plays a marathon of Louisville's greatest missed.
I've been messed about. You can say that I've been twisted.
Yea the tornado hit, but we had double death that toll in the district.
Wheres our federal relief when it's a storm in these streets.
When the norm is to compete, while lightings striking at your feet. t
hey are out here carrying hammers. Just Vikings tryin to eat.
But they could never see the damage or the cycle that repeats.
I feel groovy like i put bell bottom pants on a dog named scooby.
I'm going over your head thinking I'm just a dog name snoopy.
On grown man taking a shit, y'all just babies making a poopy.
Sorry if the ride gets bumpy, my mind rollarcoaster is loopy.
As I inhale all these lies. I exhale what the truth be.
Find me in the sky where the chimney smoke and the roof be.
Bestfriends with a mouse and a duck.
that last line was kinda of goofy.
So i switch channels. Ask the panel for they opinion.
All I see are reality shows showing my people locked in a prison.
black is not a color in their prism. Just a two day description.
Louisville's known on first 48. Starring the killer and the victim.
You can get popular off of both, the second one wouldn't recommend it.
Cause the only beef ya family got is how much it cost for your tombstone to be printed.
$50 dollars for each letter chiseled in ya memory.
$10 dollars for the white T ya peoples wear religiously.
They holler RIP at your final assembly.
But it's priceless cause your lifeless and your mother gets paid sympathy.
I had to turn Fox41 off and get to VH1 quick.
I started watching behind the music of Louisville's greatest hits.
In my city, we getting money, but the ignorance is bliss.
And the local news plays a marathon of Louisville's greatest missed.
I've been messed about. You can say that I've been twisted.
Yea the tornado hit, but we had double death that toll in the district.
Wheres our federal relief when it's a storm in these streets.
When the norm is to compete, while lightings striking at your feet. t
hey are out here carrying hammers. Just Vikings tryin to eat.
But they could never see the damage or the cycle that repeats.
#NaPoWriMo Entry #14 "Charge It"
She said charge it to the game
so I swiped my card thru the xbox drive hard.
Thanked destiny for our meeting then gave all credit to God.
Cause everytime I gave her a massage, she said I was being misogynistic.
Tryna be the lancealot in her heart and show my chivalry's realistic.
Our story was unscripted
but the ending was so cryptic
that I couldn't hack her code that kept us from a friendship.
Blew up the mold that shaped our soulmate kinship.
Looked in her eyes with the truth.
She closed hers and meant it.
She said think.. what if I forgave u in a blink.
And closed my eyes to the reality that ur probably gonna cheat.
Find a way to beat the system, have all the cake u can eat.
And while ur satisfied licking teeth.
I'll be on the plate in a broken piece.
You stuck the fork in me so I'm done being your Betty bopper.
Your love for me is broken english
cause u ain't been using me properly.
I can't believe you would touch the ball this far into the soccer league.
Its a shame how we're all tied up and she got a free shot
at thee, one thing we agreed
would be my soul property.
I said stop and believe that indeed you have my seed.
If you allow me to be brief, I have a case that I can plead.
That piece of cake I didn't need. But it seems greed had me coerced.
I slipped on my diet baby but I'll never leave my maincourse.
You can still bet on the dark horse that is pulling our jointed carriage.
I need you to stop sparring for separation and try fighting for the marriage.
My embarrassment is admitted but it's not cause I got caught.
But the words I used were cheap and I'm sorry you got bought.
You deserve the finer things in life. Like the truth and loyalty.
You've got all rights to my heart and I'll start paying u royalties.
I see you rolling ur eyes,
but I hope ur ears aren't ignoring me.
Then again I can't be surprised...
You know how my stories be.
so I swiped my card thru the xbox drive hard.
Thanked destiny for our meeting then gave all credit to God.
Cause everytime I gave her a massage, she said I was being misogynistic.
Tryna be the lancealot in her heart and show my chivalry's realistic.
Our story was unscripted
but the ending was so cryptic
that I couldn't hack her code that kept us from a friendship.
Blew up the mold that shaped our soulmate kinship.
Looked in her eyes with the truth.
She closed hers and meant it.
She said think.. what if I forgave u in a blink.
And closed my eyes to the reality that ur probably gonna cheat.
Find a way to beat the system, have all the cake u can eat.
And while ur satisfied licking teeth.
I'll be on the plate in a broken piece.
You stuck the fork in me so I'm done being your Betty bopper.
Your love for me is broken english
cause u ain't been using me properly.
I can't believe you would touch the ball this far into the soccer league.
Its a shame how we're all tied up and she got a free shot
at thee, one thing we agreed
would be my soul property.
I said stop and believe that indeed you have my seed.
If you allow me to be brief, I have a case that I can plead.
That piece of cake I didn't need. But it seems greed had me coerced.
I slipped on my diet baby but I'll never leave my maincourse.
You can still bet on the dark horse that is pulling our jointed carriage.
I need you to stop sparring for separation and try fighting for the marriage.
My embarrassment is admitted but it's not cause I got caught.
But the words I used were cheap and I'm sorry you got bought.
You deserve the finer things in life. Like the truth and loyalty.
You've got all rights to my heart and I'll start paying u royalties.
I see you rolling ur eyes,
but I hope ur ears aren't ignoring me.
Then again I can't be surprised...
You know how my stories be.
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