I was interviewed by the bohemian way back |
Monday Night Mecca There's something dangerous about a city that boasts three open mics within a 50-yard stretch in a single evening. What if there was a fire or a bomb exploded and wiped out the ... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 09:10:00 PST |
a lesson learned from a tree |
sometimes I feel like if the world was a casino.. even the most experienced gamblers would be lucky to break even when they leave. I'm not talking about money, because obviously we're all born without... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 10:30:00 PST |
garbage sells because we all let it |
I love hip-hop and I'm gonna keep doing what i do butit's sad to watch whenan art form is dying and it isn't an accidentit's being killed for a few extra dollar signs when people with bunk lyrics get ... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 10:37:00 PST |
the real parasite |
I always thought that life was a blessing and that we should enjoy it as much as we can, butsometimes its hard to imagine a gift filled with so much struggle and hate. we're all in the same boat and y... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 03:42:00 PST |
untitled |
i'm like headphones i'm in everybodies ears doin a hit and run like britney spearsfor fifty years i'm gifted hearhold the mic for a minute while I sip the beeronce i was trapped in a song locked in a ... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 10:31:00 PST |
The Girl I Never Met |
a letter to the girl that I never really metit never even happened but how could I forgetI wrote it on a tissue because I miss youyou don't even exist so I must have issuesanyway what I'm trying to sa... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 01:01:00 PST |
loss or gain??? |
when i was a little kid , I had all these things i wanted to do when I grew up.I can't be too sure, but i'd like to think as young children we all did it.I would think about how i would act when i was... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 11:18:00 PST |
i’m lovin it |
eyes like a sunrize what a suprizei get lost inside as they hypnotizeand mesmerizegirls make lucky guysapple bottom and the apple to my piealways after me lucky charmsin this case i'm talkin abo... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 03:58:00 PST |
even people that i diss like this |
i've been standin in circles and bustin these rhymessince before i even heard the fuckin sound of the timesi dont rap for you i do it for me dont you ever swing an axe at my family treetalkin shit abo... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 03:55:00 PST |
THE ANGEL |
your eyes are a bit of honey, a tosted almondthe sweetest milk chocolate or a dark colored pollenyour smile is like a candle alone in the darkso bright that it could light up a national parkyour hair ... Posted by Poetic Injustice on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 03:34:00 PST |