Death is such a touchy task.
How do we mourn the ones that pass?
Do we give remorse or cash?
To help their living remnants last.
Their memory’s are bitter sweet,
Some have some tears role off their cheek,
Others seem to be complete,
And smirk at the sight of the deceased.
The bedded box
Is sealed and locked.
Ready for the corpse to rot.
With in time they’ll be forgot
Until the next funeral plot.
Flesh of my Flesh
Hmmm,
My imagination one would say yet my dream almost reality I did not seize!
As the anticipated month nears and flowers blossom
Emptiness invades me to know that in my arms I shall carry you not, nor shall I smile at neither sunrise nor sunset.
Be strong, your momma says unto I…
Be strong, I say to her.
Not ready? A fool? Selfish? I don’t know…
With us I want you back, a definite plea to the skies
my voice I elevate…
In the eyes of your momma I drawn and hope to see you.
In my dreams, I wish I could stay and have you next to me;
And hear you cry, laugh, talk…and tickle our hearts as we
would proudly look at our daughter…and whisper sweet
words to your ears…
With tears in my eyes, my heart boiling in mixed feelings,
Sweetie, mummy loves you, daddy loves you…
I know I should have been the one to help you get to sleep
But here I am asking you to come on down and consol our hearts
Please come back…
With our arms and heart…we are waiting…
I’m sorry you’re not gainfully employed
You’re rounding the bend towards middle age
Not even earning minimum wage
you’re parents are so very annoyed
That you have never really been gainfully employed
A briefcase and Brooks Brothers you have not
Himalayan satchel and Birkenstocks is what you’ve got
Occasional jobs to keep the shoestring from breaking
Canoe guide, den leader and martini shaking
Did you have any entrepreneurial contemplation
While shining slot machines on the reservation?
Did you perhaps think there may be something better
While you were knitting that Alpaca sweater?
But you’ve been to Paris and you’ve been to France
Maria Maria taught you to Tango Dance
You scaled Everest and made it alive
But you are terrified of 9-5
A free spirit -that you are
But you have no money to buy a car
You must think that this is the way
How much do you have in you’re 401K?
It’s no fun being old and poor
With arthritis and strokes knocking at your door
A nest egg is vital so get in gear
Please don’t wait not another year
To start a career that you won’t abhor
You might start by interviewing with the Peace Corps (1-800-4xx-8580)
Happy Hour
Lets go out for just one drink
We’ll be home by 11 don’t ya think?
A few sips of wine to pass the time
A mug of beer to lend some cheer
The birds are chirping and the sky is blue
Until someone buys a shot for you
You’re on the fence but you can still
Stop that car from going down hill
Familiar intersection which way shall I go?
Refill the goblet of merlot
It’s the wrong turn you can bet
I might as well have a cigarette
Happy hours, hours and hours…
I think ill have one of those whisky sours
Something to enhance you’re alegria?
send over a pitcher of sangria
It REALLY is a crying shame
Now that you’ve veered into the brake down lane
One final vodka tonic
That relationship used to be platonic
A glass of champagne would really be neat
But now your buckled in you’re new best friend’s passenger seat
The birds aren’t chirping and the sky is grey
Tis not a lovely day
Scary flashbacks and a vile headache
You should have pulled the emergency brake.
Deceived
Your heart is singing life is gold star
So joyous the relationship has come so far
He’s the man of your dreams with livable flaws
He buys you flowers just because
He has your heart
And so you start
Building a life with a white picket fence
On several occasions you have ignored
When your intuition has implored
For you to review prince charming grace
Without rose colored glasses strapped to your face
One fine day just by chance
You happen to take a random glance
upon evidence that’s So concrete
You must face the fact that he’s a cheat
Its hard to breathe, your hearts like stone
This went on while you were sharing a home
You feel like a fool, and ignorant dunce
It obviously happened a lot more than once
It’s no use to even try denying
For the past few years he’s been lying (in someone else’s bed)
You’re devastated and seething mad
But in due time you will be so glad
That his ugly colors eventually showed
This prince was really a toad
Jay-Z – American Gangster
“I’ll take a deeeeeeeep breath before I get started” American motherf*ckin Gangsta. Is it just me, or do we as Hip-Hop fans just want Jay-Z to succeed or any other artists with Hip-Hop ties? Think about it!
Let’s get down to business; The American Gangster album is comprised of fifteen tracks. The coldest track is the Intro… Personally shiiiit I would of put that woman on more tracks. Its cool listening to music I’m not going to ride to it with my niggas’. I would feel funny… It’s like playing Keith Sweat with a car full of negros, It just ain’t right. Back to American Gangsta there are at least ten songs worth the money but what else is out there yall? Take a listen to song two “Pray”, with Beyonce doing to voice overs on the chorus. Jay-Z presents a story of the dope game in the 1940’s, and fast-forwards to Jay-Z’s experiences in the 1990’s. Production on The American Gangster album is up to Def Jam standards; listen to song three “American Dreamin’”, it has a cold old school sample, that makes ya wanna sit back, put the song on repeat and sip on some Hennessy. Song eight “I Know” is a good chill song for an upscale bar or lounge. Aight’ enough of that chill sh*t let get on to song ten “ Ignorant Sh*t” Jay-Z tryin to bring back that fire. If you don’t like cursing then F*ck it you need that Sh*t every now and then go head and hit dat’ “ Ignorant Sh*t” track ten.
How many people bought the CD looking at the back to see who had cameos on the album. Was I the only one in America that saw Lil Wayne on a track and said, “I know at least that Lil Wayne song will be off the chain…” How many people did that? It’s that serious yall…? That’s how you know Jigga is not the Jigga he used to be! I want the Reasonable Doubt nigga’ back! “Jay-Z used to have something to say with the music… not behind the music” (back up and read that damn statement again) ya’ll feel me. Am I being to critical? Am I being too hard on another black man making money? I think about all this and say… I’m a Jay-Z fan… I bought the CD just because… Was I disappointed…? Hell yeah!!! Did I waste my money? I’d rather buy American Gangsta than any Nelly album.
I’m lying again yall I rather had borrowed American Gangsta from one of my boys or just wait for XM to play it rather than to buy this album. Can anyone make a CD I can ride to… cause this American Gangsta ain’t it. Take what you can from me yall I’m out this has been a opinion from yours truly “Split Persona”
Final Days
Never gave a f*ck about my living.
Always ways saw me in a casket, or wings clipped in a prison.
In my mind I envisioned,
My existence shortly missing.
A world now spinning
Short of a man with no feelings.
My destiny’s been written.
On a piece of toilet paper.
Pushed by something greater,
I move forward in its favor.
Out run the undertaker,
Stomp my heels in the mud.
I feel the urge to give up
When quick sand got me stuck.
In my mind I seen terrors
In my heart I’m still haunted.
I got to take it, if I want it,
But I’m continuously frontin’.
Constantly blunted.
From trauma by the drama.
I cry out to the holy farther,
With one hand on the revolver.
If I go, I go with honor.
Let the bullet bang, all my life away
Remember me whole in my final days.
Child Support
I inserted my dick
in this random chick
now she’s gettin me for child support.
The kid I don’t know
She just wanted my dough
Gettin’ me for child support.
Every time I come by
she wont let me inside
she just wants the child support.
A child used just for profit
And the courts still wont stop it
They kept taken out child support.
A child I wont even know
Till she finally gets old
and they stop taken child support.
All
To love, a stranger no one desires to be and a stranger all say they ain’t yet
once a new love should they find wow, never ever before have I seen love like this one this is true love they all recite.
Hours spent recounting the uniqueness of her lips, tights, eyes and damn shut your mouth cuz yall do it all over and over again and still don’t wanna be a stranger to love.
Not to be or be? None says yet, to be or not to be an anthem to all it is.
A stranger to your love I am not but a guest and an apprentice I proclaim my being for never do I want to have a déjà vu love
He who did not see the miracle, saw the skies I heard and 1,2,3 the miracle march I took for no skies did I want to see. A conqueror be I not referred as, but the invader of the conqueror be I known.
Your you conquered I, with you I fell and rose in love, all you ever dreamed of my me the reflection and the reality of your fantasies I am. Your past, not to worry for a simple scribble that my presence will erase, to me you state A mountain that ain’t worth the climb but the run for impatient to see my see you were
A stranger to your love, I ain’t and to love a stranger never do I want to be. With precaution and a stranger by all is treated hence a déjà vu to the world he is a stranger comes and goes and does not leave no legacy behind
An apprentice to your love and to love be I known, for, for a prescribed period of time we know by your side I will be will it be till my last breath? Or till may your dream be the ruler of my time should you never wake, till my last breath my presence be felt!
A stranger to your love, I ain’t and to love a stranger never do I want to be for the meaning of calumny might be the act of uttering true charges
A guest to your love and to love be I known for my loving is always prominent such as a guess star with warmth and affection may I be treated for my being is worth the miracle walk I took and 3,2,1 babe, yours I am all
I was a fool
I was a fool
but I was tempted
buy crack
so I got in the car
with the pros
an older white driver
and a young black
both sinister
and they left me
in the Hill district
of Pittsburgh,
a black ghetto.
I stood there
watching people
come and go
ominously
until another
young black
approached me
and told me
he had a gat
so I’d better empty
my pockets.
You might as well
kill me, I shouldn’t
be here, I’m just a
dumb cracker ass
trying to get high,
I told him.
When he saw
my bank card
he said, ooh, no,
don’t say that,
you believe in God,
right?
”Oh yeah, sure.”
Good, cause I woulda’
shot your ass if you
didn’t.
700 dollars,
lots of crack,
the house of two junkies,
a white crack addict,
and a black whore
later
saw me running
down the street
for my life,
to end up 80 more dollars
out
for an escort to the bridge
downtown.
I looked up at
the black girl
staring straight ahead.
The only other person
waiting for the bus
Sunday morning,
and said: You know,
I just spent a night
on the Hill…
She kept looking straight
ahead, unphased.
Once home
I scanned all corners
but still didn’t know
how to love my cat.