Dueces: Paris, Tokyo Edition

Let go to sleep in Paris...
And wake up in Tokyo...
Have a dream in New Orleans...
Fall in love in Chicago...
Now we can land in the Mother Lands...
Camelback across the desert sands...
Or take a plane...
To Rome...
Or home...
Brazil...
For real...
Where ever I goes... She goes...
Where she goes... I goes...

Why do I love her?
Well, I dont see another. I want her in the worst way/
Word play to covers...Ugh!/
I be ya lover, and we been friends/
So... when it's time to listen...
I can be a brother/
I already dubbed ya as royalty/
So i treat you like a Queen, cause ya friendship spoils me/
You used to have a King, but he seem to be gone/
Cause what he did made this Brotha want to beat up the throne/
And I aint a jealous, just hella rude/
When every dude or man whore try to get next to you/
-Or do you wrong, but that's another song/
So I keep it going on & on, till my "on's" is gone/
But I spit for her till my lungs in gone/
Cause when them bags packed... then my one is gone/
Then the sun dissolves, and night is tonight/
Cause her smile brings light to my life/

So when she on the train, or board a plane/
I notice...
Nobody make me feel numb like Nova caine/
Then I feel dumb, and sorta lame/
Cause every dude wanna fill the King's shoe/
But now she on the road to change/
But I thank her... Now I got a beautiful mind/
But it's only beautiful when she on my brain/
Well, I guess that's model thinking perhaps.../
But I hope she puts one more thing in her bags.../

Let go to sleep in Paris...
And wake up in Tokyo...
Have a dream in New Orleans...
Fall in love in Chicago...
Now we can land in the Mother Lands...
Camelback across the desert sands...
Or take a plane...
To Rome...
Or home...
Brazil...
For real...
Where ever I goes... She goes...
Where she goes... I goes...

And So...
Some oppose, those foes are ten-fold/
Cause she a beauty, I'm a beast/
Jealousy like pedals off rose/
Falling off tho, kinda hard tho/
Cause feelings for her never part slow/
I tried... But results are irrelevant/
Cause she the 1st Lady made me feel like President/
And ever since, she been beside me/
Whether just friends, best friends, girlfriend, wifey/
So where ever she might be when she leaves/
I hope she acheives... a status like "we"/
I doubt that she'll ever meet a rapper like me/
But as long as she straight, then happy I'll be/
And for a minute, I was feeling obliged/
Then they tripled inside.../
So when I say "I care for you": Think that, times 3/
So whether New York or Boston... I hope that you think back: Think me.../

Think this... Think we/
Cheese Sticks... UV/
First Kiss... Ooh Wee/
Sing this... Till we/

Can go to sleep in Normal...
And wake up in New York...

I love her...

Random Haiku #5

You're poetry still...
Kills me to this day, So I'm...
Still Waiting my turn...

Random Haiku #6

I Agree Lamar,
Haiku's do fill the quota,
When writer's block comes...

Random Haiku #7

LaLa lookin' ass...
Of course, next time I see her
The Scoop Dunk resumes...


;P

Best Friend

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck… Us
Fuck what we call friendship,
Put it in a bag,
Beat it the fuck up,
And it would notice no difference from every other week
You abuse me in ways I can’t explain,
But expect,
And yes,
I let you do it
Knowing I shouldn’t,
But hoping you wouldn’t,
I just know you couldn’t hurt me
-You make me sick
Literally...
Taking...
Pills...
But I don’t expect you to care,
Cause you don’t know

So fuck the silence
Fuck what we don’t say
And fuck how it speaks volumes about how artificial this is
Fuck what you’ve done in the past,
That friends should know about
And,
Fuck me finding out through people you despise…
And those lies being true
Fuck not realizing that I got your back,
Even when it’s pressed against someone else’s sheets

A Poem For Ari (Pt 1/4)

We always meet in the kitchen/
Discussing new becomings as we tie each others aprons…
Reaching the places we could do so by ourselves/
And never smart enough to do so before hand-
We gather supplies/

Your body language always differs from the previous/
Never the one to dance to melodies…
Of wooden spoon against bowl-
You reflect on the last disaster you called a recipe/
How the ingredients didn’t sound right…
But you still continued to bake/
…Scrape pots filled with blacks stains known as cake…
But who could tell now?:
I helped/

Smile embroidered on face due to the fact that…
Those considered as good cooks make the best of their mistakes…
And the same could be said for those who believe they’re good/
But I was a born natural…
And even though I cracked from the egg of a man…
Who couldn’t bake one cake at a time-
I was different/
Took my time to sift…the flour/
Shape frosting around curves Father was too fast to notice:
I shined/

Random Haiku #8

My Booga is grown

One year her senior's enough
To argue with Dad

:)