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...
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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
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/
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/
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
From Kings To Presidents
Present (Me)
Past (David A. Strother)
Both
1 year shy of 7 scores ago
My Great Grandfather couldn't fathom
A seed of his seed's seed recieving a voter's registration card
Stamped with flag and eagle
Representing a country that denied him the same right
...Even drilled it into Moms head...
It was the winter of the Negro's discontent
Only made warm by a summer's dream-
A dream deeply rooted in the American Dream-
A dream that made "glorious" the glory of the Lord,
...But was deferred by a bad check
Moms says "He would be proud."
So while this card practically floats towards my hands,
I MUST understand,
Why this Negro Spoke of Rivers
Rivers that ran deep as his soul,
Through the bottom of a country that left those around him,
Swinging from trees
Like strange fruit for crows to pluck
A country that left 400 years of something more than oppression,
Lashed on his (my) fathers back
And wouldn't allow his (my) sons & daughters to eat hamburgers,
Towards front-window shop glass
That shattered when bricks represented those
Who opposed those that thought otherwise
America created an atmosphere so thick for Blacks
That they (we) had to march through it
Picket signs in air
Reflecting stares and expletives
However, couldn't stop the german shepards that drug wet bodies
Dripping from water hoses that couldn't put out the fire WE were fighting...
...for the promises that they promised in the promissory note
For my son, I have hope
So I promise i will vote
But my sun don't shine- I wont ever see the light-
Those unalienable rights only matter if you White
Insufficient Funds!!
Thats what they wrote on the vault
Five scores of opportunity at the nation's default
Our eyes were watchin God
While His eye was on the Sparrow
We had a reason to sing but the jail cells were still narrow
And King knew that...
So no matter how tight the cuff, or brutal the badge
We understood that one day, we would be "Free At Last"
And that our chil'ren, and chil'ren's chil'ren could be something bigger
Learn the history of people; Not defined by that ugly word...
Niggas had they minds made up
Pens plastered on hands,
Ready to connect the arrow that pointed towards the Black man
Wondering if elephant holes left by presidential predecessors,
Are too steep for him to pull a country out of
Cause everything's backwards
The dollar aint what it used to be
But as you can see,
Poverty lines are still etched in predominately Black markers
So while I stroke this ballot
While I stroked that ballot
I can't help but be biased
While seeing my family,
And those outside my bloodline defined as "dimeless"
Especially in a time when CREAM ever present
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
But Moms even drilled it into MY head...
Money dont make the King
It's what the King bring
When the King aint got no money
And?...
Remeber,
Even Jesus rode in on a donkey
So how can we not believe that Democracy will deliver a savior of sorts once again?
Not only to save a country from itself
But to show a lil Black boy in the Slums of Georgia
That he can aspire to be ANYTHING he wants
His voice will be heard...
My voice will be heard...
You cant silence my right!!
Cause that's what King wanted...
Cause that's what Obama's given...
So while the WORLD practically floats towards my hands,
I MUST understand,
Why this Negro Spoke of Rivers
Past (David A. Strother)
Both
1 year shy of 7 scores ago
My Great Grandfather couldn't fathom
A seed of his seed's seed recieving a voter's registration card
Stamped with flag and eagle
Representing a country that denied him the same right
...Even drilled it into Moms head...
It was the winter of the Negro's discontent
Only made warm by a summer's dream-
A dream deeply rooted in the American Dream-
A dream that made "glorious" the glory of the Lord,
...But was deferred by a bad check
Moms says "He would be proud."
So while this card practically floats towards my hands,
I MUST understand,
Why this Negro Spoke of Rivers
Rivers that ran deep as his soul,
Through the bottom of a country that left those around him,
Swinging from trees
Like strange fruit for crows to pluck
A country that left 400 years of something more than oppression,
Lashed on his (my) fathers back
And wouldn't allow his (my) sons & daughters to eat hamburgers,
Towards front-window shop glass
That shattered when bricks represented those
Who opposed those that thought otherwise
America created an atmosphere so thick for Blacks
That they (we) had to march through it
Picket signs in air
Reflecting stares and expletives
However, couldn't stop the german shepards that drug wet bodies
Dripping from water hoses that couldn't put out the fire WE were fighting...
...for the promises that they promised in the promissory note
For my son, I have hope
So I promise i will vote
But my sun don't shine- I wont ever see the light-
Those unalienable rights only matter if you White
Insufficient Funds!!
Thats what they wrote on the vault
Five scores of opportunity at the nation's default
Our eyes were watchin God
While His eye was on the Sparrow
We had a reason to sing but the jail cells were still narrow
And King knew that...
So no matter how tight the cuff, or brutal the badge
We understood that one day, we would be "Free At Last"
And that our chil'ren, and chil'ren's chil'ren could be something bigger
Learn the history of people; Not defined by that ugly word...
Niggas had they minds made up
Pens plastered on hands,
Ready to connect the arrow that pointed towards the Black man
Wondering if elephant holes left by presidential predecessors,
Are too steep for him to pull a country out of
Cause everything's backwards
The dollar aint what it used to be
But as you can see,
Poverty lines are still etched in predominately Black markers
So while I stroke this ballot
While I stroked that ballot
I can't help but be biased
While seeing my family,
And those outside my bloodline defined as "dimeless"
Especially in a time when CREAM ever present
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
But Moms even drilled it into MY head...
Money dont make the King
It's what the King bring
When the King aint got no money
And?...
Remeber,
Even Jesus rode in on a donkey
So how can we not believe that Democracy will deliver a savior of sorts once again?
Not only to save a country from itself
But to show a lil Black boy in the Slums of Georgia
That he can aspire to be ANYTHING he wants
His voice will be heard...
My voice will be heard...
You cant silence my right!!
Cause that's what King wanted...
Cause that's what Obama's given...
So while the WORLD practically floats towards my hands,
I MUST understand,
Why this Negro Spoke of Rivers
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Emcee Squared
Something I wrote some month's ago. For now, it's to this beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6xDH8Rq-uU
It's 4:30 in the morning , bout to light another square/
Getting fussed at, and honestly, I probably wouldn't care/
Cause they acting like it new to me... "Shouldn't be smoking"
Me and my lungs well aware of what it do to me/
And we just fine on the matter, so dont even speak/
Cause it's shit on my brain, like my mind on my bladder/
Sometimes I would act up...or act out/ Reason being...
I can't help being different, I chose THAT route/
But it starts to get to me, passed up a life of thuggery...
Nicks of weed, and whatever my Pop's calls "bigotry"/
Little me, passed that. Moms told me not to/
Bigger me? Shit changed, but Moms had a lock fool/...
So this is me, a square smoking square/
A man on the edge till I put that square smoke in air/
Moms would be pissed, but she can't really damage me/
Plus I been a good kid, so dont trip on my sanity/
Getting fussed at, and honestly, I probably wouldn't care/
Cause they acting like it new to me... "Shouldn't be smoking"
Me and my lungs well aware of what it do to me/
And we just fine on the matter, so dont even speak/
Cause it's shit on my brain, like my mind on my bladder/
Sometimes I would act up...or act out/ Reason being...
I can't help being different, I chose THAT route/
But it starts to get to me, passed up a life of thuggery...
Nicks of weed, and whatever my Pop's calls "bigotry"/
Little me, passed that. Moms told me not to/
Bigger me? Shit changed, but Moms had a lock fool/...
So this is me, a square smoking square/
A man on the edge till I put that square smoke in air/
Moms would be pissed, but she can't really damage me/
Plus I been a good kid, so dont trip on my sanity/
*
***
*
***
*
The White kids done did it for years. So who tripping?/
Tweet did it for love, made songs, but who listened?/
Camels and Cowboys advertised it/ And they be working hard as shit...
So who the FUCK can say what I get?/
Moms couldn't part with it, years after starting it/
Said it was addiction when i asked her to call it quits/
Then when she saw all of my asthma attacks/
She didnt think it was from smoke, what type of asthma is that?!/
Lady, in actuality, I blame it on you/
I started just to prove that addiction was a petty excuse/
Wes started cause it was supposed to be a substitute for weed/
But he burns herb everywhere, but around authority and me/
So dont think that he a bad influence, cause what he had me doing/
I choose that, and you a factor to/
And you can get mad, or a attitude/
Or be glad that I finally told more than half the truth/
*
***
*
I'm at position now, where I couldn't give a shit/
Used to never have a stack, cause I couldn't flip a brick/
Never had a dip; Couldn't fuck? Couldn't get a chick/
On that "Fuck Life" tip, cause I couldn't get a grip/
On how she never play fair, why the fuck should Jay care?/
About mini, miny, moe, this aint a fucking day care/
This shit is Real Life, the reason I break snares/
Cause either people fight for it, or quit and take theres/
And I'm at my wit's end, but FUCK suicide/
FUCK life's altamadum's, nigga FUCK do or die/
FUCK rappers, my lack of swagger, FUCK Cooly High/
And every bitch that did me wrong, hoe FUCK you and I/
Or just FUCK all my X's, that's what you call aggressive...
Or being a "asshole" cause I cut through the lies/
That emotional shit is done, nigga happy or sad/
So I'ma puff this last cig and get back to the pad/...
Tweet did it for love, made songs, but who listened?/
Camels and Cowboys advertised it/ And they be working hard as shit...
So who the FUCK can say what I get?/
Moms couldn't part with it, years after starting it/
Said it was addiction when i asked her to call it quits/
Then when she saw all of my asthma attacks/
She didnt think it was from smoke, what type of asthma is that?!/
Lady, in actuality, I blame it on you/
I started just to prove that addiction was a petty excuse/
Wes started cause it was supposed to be a substitute for weed/
But he burns herb everywhere, but around authority and me/
So dont think that he a bad influence, cause what he had me doing/
I choose that, and you a factor to/
And you can get mad, or a attitude/
Or be glad that I finally told more than half the truth/
*
***
*
I'm at position now, where I couldn't give a shit/
Used to never have a stack, cause I couldn't flip a brick/
Never had a dip; Couldn't fuck? Couldn't get a chick/
On that "Fuck Life" tip, cause I couldn't get a grip/
On how she never play fair, why the fuck should Jay care?/
About mini, miny, moe, this aint a fucking day care/
This shit is Real Life, the reason I break snares/
Cause either people fight for it, or quit and take theres/
And I'm at my wit's end, but FUCK suicide/
FUCK life's altamadum's, nigga FUCK do or die/
FUCK rappers, my lack of swagger, FUCK Cooly High/
And every bitch that did me wrong, hoe FUCK you and I/
Or just FUCK all my X's, that's what you call aggressive...
Or being a "asshole" cause I cut through the lies/
That emotional shit is done, nigga happy or sad/
So I'ma puff this last cig and get back to the pad/...
30/30 Challenge: The Dread...
So I just got the message from Mr. Nate Marshall asking if I wanted to do the 30/30 challenge (a poem a day for 30 days). And I'ma take a stab at it for 2 reasons;
1
I dont write enough...
2
I needed this push to make my leisure-writing blog...
&
3
I hate not being a part of stuff like this
2
I needed this push to make my leisure-writing blog...
&
3
I hate not being a part of stuff like this
So we just gonna see how this pan's out. Hopefully I wont get blown out by all the other poets doing this, and I just enjoy my self (and you enjoy it as well).
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