Monday, July 30, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Jihad
My pen is bloody at the end/
Soul leaking through the tip/
My brother struggles in his silence/
Just speaking is a gift/
Mind filled with clever quips/
Niggas prolly won’t get/
My tears are an eclipse/
They block out my sons/
They’re sparkle in my eye/
Cause I never was one/
My words are prisoners of the page/
That’s why they call ‘em bars/
Hip-Hop is my arse poetic/
With my poetic ars/
I be singingin’ my scars/
Leave ‘em ringin’ in the stars/
Greedy love for bleeding hearts/
Green in jars/
Hell here on earth/
Is free on Mars/
Cool don’t come with a receipt/
For Chains watches and cars/
Lies sell the best/
The truth is hard to swallow/
Don’t believe/
Just read/
The bullshit that twitter follows/
Where are we going/
Does anybody care/
The prettiest women got the nappiest hair/
That’s neither here nor there/
It’s somewhere in the middle/
I give it to her plain/
She always says I speak in riddles/
If she read it with her kindle/
Would she carry a flame/
If I could sing it to her sweet/
She would carry my name/
Cause life still/
Make me wanna holla/
Yesterday looks Tamara/
I met Jesus on the corner/
He was begging for a dollar/
A saint marched past him/
A sinner gave him change/
Niggas are scared of revolution/
So the world is the same/
The absence of value/
Means I can’t be a prophet/
In constant struggle for God/
Praying that somebody got it/
I wanna say the verse that’ll change the world/
Before Satan’s gift/
And man’s curse shames the world/
Devils pie a la mode/
A free download/
A life out of control/
What’s the price for your soul/
What’s the cost of salvation/
Nobody knows/
God don’t send us back to tell it/
I’m rebellious wit flows/
Currently constantly seeking his grace/
Misery and madness are all that currency makes/
They put Gods name on it to trick us/
Currency’s fake/
Breaking for a better place/
For good ness sake/
A place for better breaking/
That’s what goodness takes…
Tangled in July
Heavy head no crown/
Grey skies no frown/
My vision is the clearest/
I get lost in the lyrics/
The melancholy of the moment/
Is my opponent and its winning/
The bite of sober nights/
Stolen like/
Smiles long forgotten/
A still beating broken heart/
So far apart/
From what God sent/
The design of the rhyme/
Is sublime as the meaning/
A blues for my muse/
An ode to still breathing/
A song for love gone wrong/
A play for passion that never was/
Numb words spoken/
On behalf of what it does/
Thoughts scribbled down/
In the color of pain/
Dry spells/
Cast well/
By a lover of rain…
Friday, July 20, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Looking Inside
I’ve spent my whole life naming children/
Who will never exist/
Scribblin’ plays that/
I would teach ‘em/
And how to pitch/
How to go across the middle/
And take the hit/
Cause I learned on my own/
My Dad never taught me shit/
And I ‘m just like him/
It’s funny how that happens/
I think I smile like my mother/
it’s because of him I’m handsome/
All I know how to do/
Is say sweet words to pretty girls/
And make D-Boy anthems/
The blood of a slave/
From a ranch in Le Grange/
And a Violent car crash/
Is what matched/
My government name/
I’m the heir to Rocky’s skin/
Miles voice and Paula’s pen/
Auntie I paint some pretty pictures/
Of some ugly places/
The inside of my love/
Is like waking up in the matrix/
I try to picture how my kids look/
And speak to the ancients/
Aaron and Paul Jonson-Nash/
Are some cool ass niggas/
With beautiful faces/
And Gary Nash/
Volunteered to be my Dad/
And that’s why I thank him/
It’s hard to kiss my Mother/
Cause Green’s hand still stings my face/
And those tears turned rage/
So I left ‘em on the page/
I season my music with ‘em/
I paint ‘em on stage/
And it’s hard to fall in love/
Cause of the mistakes I’ve made/
I hold this weight/
Cause no place seems safe/
I wear my soul on my sleeve/
And my heart on my face/
My Nanna and my Poppa/
Never wanted me/
To be the black sheep/
But I developed an addiction/
To running the streets/
I always wanted a head nod/
From Jihad/
When I was doing the worst shit/
To stand beside Eleanor and Joe/
When the Earth splits/
When God comes back/
And I have to answer for my choices/
I live praying for his mercy/
These words are my children’s voices/
Right Now
My love
I paint my circumstance/
Dippin’ the brush in broken promises/
Conspiring to comprehend/
What Muhammad heard and Jesus lived/
What God spoke to make Noah float/
And what Moses meant/
One God with many names/
I can’t seem to get over it/
So I keep holdin’ it/
Ghetto hymns/
Hummed at dusk/
Midnight pacts with angels/
I make war with myself/
And destroy love with strangers/
Love lines like friendly fire/
Why you think they call it battle field/
Memories of your kiss ain’t this how battles feel/
The crook who stole your heart/
Got demons who battle still/
I sculpt situations through sadomasochist/
Manipulations and I’m high all the time/
Cause I like this station/
I spray you graffiti love letters across the sky/
But the only way you can see them/
Is if you don’t sleep at night/
When the moon and the sun/
Pass each other in God’s palms/
You can see my favorite one/
Love I gave you my words/
So when my dreams come true/
You can read a long with this song/
And know I’m talking to you/
Monday, July 9, 2012
Midnight in July
Midnight in July
So I was back in my zone with this beat repeat/
Trying to pray myself free/
From doom and defeat/
Then I pressed select all/
Control+Alt+delete/
I guess real wordsmith’s are obsolete/
He’s sounds like them/
I sound like me/
My flow is so irreverent/
I should’a been a Reverend/
And I’m to speaking to the sky/
Just in case you were checking/
Sitting underneath the world/
From my South East perspective/
My words are so reckless/
I’m checking hell’s guest list/
The truth is a noose/
Cause a Rope is necklace/
A ring is a band/
A band is a brand/
I got a million broken heart songs/
I sing on demand/
I don’t talk to my momma much/
But every time I rhyme/
It seems like I found her/
I pray out loud/
That Angels surround her/
That God blesses/
And embraces/
Her every encounter/
Dear Ms. Leslye Rachelle/
Its murder on your boy/
This summer of 2012/
I get high enough to function/
Do the best that I can/
God ain’t done with me yet/
I’ll a better man then I am/
Right now I’m strugglin’/
God’s presence is humbling/
Trying not to look back/
Fearing destruction/
The breath is the blessing/
My curse is my thoughts/
Love lives in a bad place/
Evil dreams she haunts/
But I’m the one who put her there/
Every time I/
Could’a, should’a, would’a cared/
Failed to follow through/
Failed to you/
I was talking on my phone/
But the call didn’t go through/
So I just typed it on my key board/
My life is in crisis/
What I’m committing to things for
Murdin’ Marylin’s Chamber’s/
Killin' her green door
All I make is bangers/
That’s what this thing’s for.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Insomniac Rap
I just open my heart and write/another sleepless night/trying to make sense out of love/it never turns out right/wonder what it might be like/this thing called life/monsters made in my dreams/seem to block out the light/I always breathe the same song/the days are just different/say my rhymes to the sky/but the son is missin'/so is the daughter/stricken by the sins of the father/lost love because of me/I can't see my tomorrow/best laid plans died/where tech spray lands/I marvel at the missery/I make with my hands/fingers dancing across the keys/to the heart beat of a former lover/I rhyme out loud to reach her/I'm sure that she's found another/to all the girls I lost in love/sorry it took me so long to see what I was/get where I'm going/be where I've been/leave you stuck wondering what happened to him/forgive me I'm lost/my heart won't let me win/so I'm a creep/I'm a loser/Amen and Hallelujah/
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