Yes, they're in awe. For I make words leak without a beat. Sought by those who seek speech, truly unique. I speak freely...just trying to be me. Words ooze to bruise, therefore I never lose, and can't tie. In constant battle with me, myself and I. I can't choose. Four years short of nineties, slept on blindly, slightly crazy, praised by ladies....An official baby of the eighties.Please roll up this substance that will take me away. Never been ashamed to say, I smoke this green to pass the day. Help me forget this caucasian being. She's all I'm seeing; Has me fleeing; Scared of the results from peeing. Spare me Lord once, it won't happen again. The worst outcome of the benefitial friend. Still can't believe this. Coincedence, God sent a carriage for the Miss. Should I be grateful? Or regret playfuy events that could have occured. Not down, but not feeling superb, I grip the curb and process what I've heard...in slightly different words...realizing my luck's up.."I fucked up"Talk about it? No vocab speaks about this untimeliness. Yes, me and Fresh had more in common than sneaks and "dumb dime" fly-ness. My mess. And due to the stress, its hard to see me as blessed. But there are some with less, so I cherish the rest.What's left but to runaway love? Maybe a gun in face shove? Same outcome, less time. I wonder if writing a rhyme just prolongs the end with each line. Still, the only way to clear my mind...Strolling down a path that one has done before. Leading to the same door, the shows the same methapor of a dead me lying on the same floor. Realizing that not everything is a game score, I should live life to claim more... He thought so as well at one point. But the smell of one coin couldn't surpass the taste of the cocaine shell in one joint....Yes he dressed fresh,...just like me. And yes, I do me,...just like he. Of course I'm that guy, and yes he was fly,...just like I. So its my try, to show that guy that he is why I'm not shy to lie. And every b-u-d-d-y is just a phone call without reply. Thankful, mom was a bright one. And under the 6:30 a.m. bright sun she gave birth to a bright son. So its no shock that I shine in my prime. But still electric how a rhyme in these lines. You can see that I'm hot, regardless of a tan. And I appear so cool, regardless of a fan. I hear " you're just like him," regarding the other man. And regardless of a plan...Christ, I know you gave me another chance!
I'd like to meet:
Hey miss lady, how u doing? I got plans for you. And no I don't mean just the things that my hands can do. I was hoping we can walk and exchange a glance or two. Maybe a few kisses, Can I land a few? If absence makes the heart founder, then I'm at the maximum peak. Because you have to be the one that I have yet to meet....... And so I creep, oh I. Oh, Hi! I'm sorry, i'm shy, so I babble a bit. And no I can't cook but for u ill dabble a lil bit. And I usually have a habit of being a lil slick, but now I can't find the words to whisk u away with. A casual occasion, consisting of mental stimulation, is all I require for a couple's evaluation. And I'm single so there's no replacing, just simple embracing for the one I'm chasing. So I pray before the day I'm facing, for specific placing in the presence of you that has my mind racing. I know its hard for a stranger, and of course there's some danger, but my days can't be plainer than life without you. Us, a stout few. And for your touch, I'm willing to shout too! But it seems that I'm stuck on cloud 2. I'm trying to make it to nine..in the day I'm dream of toasting with wine, feeling sublime as I gaze upon mine. Still I find myself awake in the dark.... lonely arms alongside an empty heart... waiting for a spark to light up sky, and maybe glimmer in eye, something when she walks by to create a tremor inside. Then turn and ask for several to speak to... tell you I can plan an unmeasurable week through...simply exchanges numbers and say, "Its a pleasure to meet you."View All Friends | View Blog | Add Comment
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Music:
Jay remember the name..Ima hustla! you think its a game?...
Quick Flashback!! 7th grade..stole pokemon cards out napsacks n sold em right back to the same white cat who thought i was a beginner n charged double the price of a starter pack. So now i peek at chu n flame attack that.
Ashame that lames lack the motivation to claim stacks. So wit a loaded mind frame, i aim back.
If i smile and nod then you're most likely a target..evil and cold hearted.. no remorse for dearly departed
So be careful if you got it... cuz i'mma take every DEAD president in ya wallet. STOP!..think about it.
Brought up around niggaz wearin school of hard knocks..tying up dudes with hard knots..
and pinky rings bashing faces with jewels n hard rocks...Cuzzin in the kitchen cookin food n hard rock.
Quick!..now flash back..
In school on track to be an education thinker, but in the meatime y not use my discount wit five finger.
This counts as a mind swinger.. Mental erection with no discretion in racial direction.
Everybody is a pawn..from dusk til dawn... ride around like knights ...at night we take flight like bishops.
If you think you a king..i take castle's..no need to tassle wit rookies..try n push me!
Hustla money so green, it'll make ya queen shine me up like oil sheen...
Money on my mind..so if u thinkin bout mine, u got a dark fate.
Still think its a game?..check the board, its CHECKMATE!...gameover...Ima hustla.
Movies:
Its unknown that I'm the best kept secret. And my secrets are best known kept. Unheard by the blind, unseen by the deaf. Obscene to my death. I step out to step in, in a different manner. Unneeded planner..spare of the moment. Unused tanner..stare at the omen. The sun, my ups and downs, its rise and fall. Life answered my call, it was the wrong number. Although lames surround me like fallen lumber, deadwood, its bad. I'm so good. Never until this moment understood. I'm blessed with a curse to be the best at the worst. And the test is worth the score for a slight upgrade or more. At night update the core. If need be, next day open up the store. Merchandise equals this dot that, the product. Like determing which spots crack is bottled up, it doesn't matter. What's there is there, and what's gone is mine. Its unknown that I'm the best kept secret. And my secrets are best known kept.
Television:
Window down..wind blowing. Driving, jammin' to a classic. Know what I want, but can't have it. I can end all the havic..if i just swurve into oncoming traffic. Maybe that's to drastic. I decide to stab it. Hit the gas, hope I see a cop car, cuz I swear i'll fly past it. How can my life go so wrong. And every slow song brings tears and more fear. I see clear. Atleast I thought I would. I wish I could. I should! But its hard with water in my eye. I realize other cars pass me by. I sigh at the stop sign. Good. Its time for a break. Body shakes, and my mind starts to bake. Just relax for a few. No! Cars announce the mistake. My foot's still on the brake. I drive on, mind gone. Still I strive on. Another bad day, another dead night. I cruise, praying for a red light. Hard to focus on one thought without realizing another. Spend my days tryin to be a good friend and a better big brother. Little sister is a mother. Bestfriend refuses to use a rubber. Had his first baby. I know he love her. His little girl, his whole world. He can't give it to her. But she's only one, so she don't trip. Everytime she says "daddy" my heart skips. Life's a trip. A constant flip of the script. She's in paradise. She don't know daddy is the head hustla, Certified head bussa, Run up with a nine, bread rusha. Your basic crazy in the head fucka. Just things that happen any other day. And he got another on the way. I love him like my mother's next son. Well, on to the next one. Tint blocking the set of the sun. Speeding down the road. Feeling bold. Heat blazing, but the body is still cold. My arms fold. I'm driving with my knees. Roll up the windows, cuz now I can feel the breeze slowly creeping up my sleeve. Too many to please! Constant plees, for things to be received. I need to calm down, breath, and find something to achieve. With this much pressure, I'm constantly smokin' trees. Mother earth don't like it. Always raining on my parade. Just cuz I chief a few of them everyday. A couple more minutes and I'm home. Then a ring from the phone. "Hello? I'll call u back. I'm in the zone." Sitting high like the car seat is a throne, and thinking, atleast I'm not alone. The radio's playing the music by Musiq. I have no chose but to groove it. Hear the CD cry... " girl it would be fly, if you were my b-u-d-d-y." Sit back and reminisce. Yeah she's a talker, but I don't mind listening. Haterz gonna hate, but I don't mind whispering. A different type of girl, and I don't mind mixing in. Left old Jay behind, and nah I'm not missing him. Oh i know she like me! Better yet i think. Chicks change their minds quicker than I can blink. And I'm too grown to pass notes and then wink. So it wouldn't be the first time i floated just to sink. She's a P.I.M.P, and I don't mind being a friend. Something like a perfect blend. And I take time to pay attention just to spend. So I'm in a win win. She's been through it all, rises to fall. Names called turn slight tears into a bawl. So I believe that her one need is a good friend that won't leave. There for ill keep her on the team. Saying, "i'll b there for u," like the t.v. theme. Driveway in sight, I ease off the pedal. Head felling like its banging against metal. Insides steaming like water against kettles. Park the car, get out, and step over a few pebbles. In the house, hit the couch, and then settle.....Life is hard being a rebel.
Books:
I love to neglect the hate from those who love to hate that i neglect them. I reflect "Him." That guy. Some dude. Grown man. Madd fly. Sad sigh. Ask why. Madd girls. No woman. No cry. No reason to. No season flew ...by without an eye filled with E-N-V-Y. It seems that I was the H.N.I....see me pass by and assume i was that high. Well i was. I am. N ill be that. No love, all i see is that. So i turned my heart cold. Bold and untold. As her heart unfolds, i stop to reflect. Will i regret my neglect? No feelings is the best, right? So why am i filled with unrest nights? Is it that i love the aftermath and hate the fights? Or love the strikes and hate the math after? You plus me. Who-must-be filled with hate, in order for others to neglect love? Expect shoves from hate, love from embrace. Neglect from feelings misplaced. The center of constant debate. Love. Neglect. Hate...
Heroes:
Mister Freshster. "Yes, sir.", is how he's addressed. A dress is no obstacle. Soon as he enters the address, she melts like a popsicle. Mr. Ice Cream man, under the right speed fan, with his Night Scream Fan. She's looking for love, but he can't help her. Father left her. She can't help it. So he gave her the "Daddy Dick," and she fell as soon as she felt it. Wake up in his own bed, solo. Take a shower, put on a polo. Hop in the whip, driving slow-mo. No Homo, this guy can get it...And he does that. Fly...He always was that. That's from your recollection. He stood out in your section, with no since of direction. 360 Female Erection. Go on for days, swimming from the waves. Constantly floating on the haze. Blessed, deserving praise, and most are amazed. Pops story told of dope sold, and heart cold. During the money shower, I'm sure he slipped, tripped and fell on a white line. With that in mind, after the flood, crack is in my blood.
