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Andre Martineau Poem
Rebel BE-Cause
When they say stop i go
They say hold on but i let go
They say stay behave
but i disturb the peace
They try to put me under control but i break the leash
They want me to only take a few but I settle on a feast
These people are 2 dimensional they fold at the crease
I'm fly of the chain and I bust at the seems
I make my own visions there is no American Dream
I have come to a realization this life belongs to me
God gave me a direction but choices are still left to me
With a 360 view and good fix on what i need
A desire to live strong and forever breathe free
I write what I say cause you should already know
These are words to empower so you gain control
Like making you the aces so that you never fold
Everyday is a path but no yellow brick road
Be a rebel be-cause you have so much to uphold
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Andre Martineau Poem
Differences; Difference Is
Some call it interracial some call it jungle fever
Difference between you and them is your love grows hotter than fall heaters
To you its beautiful to them it's unheard of
They ask you why can't you do what every one else does
And that's because of your differences
Difference is it's your world against what they say
Walk their path or live life your own way
Don't adjust the color let them see the light
It's about your own happiness and the flavors you like
It's all an equation but color shouldn't be variable
Evil resides in the mind set so others are always unstable
To you it ain't no thing to them it's an sin number 11
People seen to desert you as if forgotten on an isle
In time they may see the error of their ways
Until then guard ya mind against the worlds that they say
Live the way you live
Thrive above the view and the lies
Disregard the color and hold your love above it all
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Andre Martineau Poem
Me im who i am not who u want me to be
You wont break my spirit cuz I let the Streets flow through me
I look like im 18 but im bout to bust 22
Im tryna get my pen burnin like heat from a gun
Killin the dj scene like second hand smoke kills ya lungs
People say the streets will test ya like some SATS
I watch young lovers boys and gurls battle against STD's
So many tryna to open doors to fame without obtaining the right keys
Everbody wants to standout like a fresh throwback
Yall couldnt get the picutre even if ya name was Kodak
No im not on mtv but I still bring the Direct Effect
I can stay in between the lines but only God does it perfect
Im tryna raise hip-hop like its a whole new epidemic
Yet some brothas tryna race like they in the special olympics
So even if they do win they still gonna end up being retarded
Hip-hops is not where going it just were im from
Im just an urban prince writing my life as a lyric from a poet
Blacks was what i was made not my style of livin
My urban thoughts are my pens expressions for the world to see
From any given sunday to the emancipation of kiki
this is where my mind expands from
Urban Thoughtz are what i have not what try to invision
To stay writing my soul through my pen is my
Hearts Decision
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Andre Martineau Poem
I let imagination run I let him run for awhile
I let him run so much I think he ran wild
First it was a crocodile that stretched for miles
With huge yellow eyes and a 1,000 tooth smile
He gave a great chase around the kitchen Isle
But it was him not me who broke the kitchen tile
Imagination ran into the living room
Where I ran to find no floor in there
I had no fear when a rope appeared
So i could swing to anywhere
Little did I know that the rope is a curtain and the curtain could tear
So me and imagination had to run out of there
So we ran into a bedroom where an octopus was at play
I thought to myself this guy might just stay
So I jumped to wrestle against his many legs thought i would last all day
After I won i realized i trashed the bed that my mom just made
So here I am sitting my imagination outside on an adventure to the moon
Imagination will come back and all to soon
Maybe it will take me on a giant balloon, or let my ride typhoon, or ride the milky way on
a silver spoon
But for now im just sitting imagination got me grounded to my room
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Andre Martineau Poem
SO NOSTALGIC
its just so nostolgic
i can barly stand it
to dream of the life i could of had
if i would of stayed in stead of walk another way
the stories that i would of stared in
the lives of the people that i would be involved with
would i have meet a dream
or would i haved lived a late nightmare
cud i have just walked by sorrows door
instead of walkin in and sitting down with him
would i really be me as the picture is shown
or conform to society as a modern day dre clone
but the possible past is as only a false image of a play that will never have an audience
my mind so caught in this
its hard to be realistic
but people narrate from behind and think everything is basic
i promised my soul i would never be a statistic
this feeling so nostolgic
but the past was written on to star in the future
it still taunts me to look back to that untold story
its
just
so nostolgic
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Andre Martineau Poem
I GUESS NOT
i guess im not who my frame says i be
i guess i wasnt strong enough to not let the game change me
wasnt quick enough not to let the circumstances blame me.
cant seem to walk without draggin my feet
cant seem to talk without studdering my speech
cant seem to regroup just to save the life of me
cant seem to get a signal or even God to pick for me
i guess i cant move forward cuz my past keeps cuttin in front of me
i guess i wont move cuz my beathe keeps leaving me
i guess i wont walk cuz the life in my legs feels like its dying.
i guess ill give up cuz my heart has stopped but is still beating
i guess ill stop looking forward and put my head back down
i guess i wont live the rest of this life but i find there still breathe in this shell so
i guess not
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Andre Martineau Poem
Street Symphony
Urban Thoughtz Part 2
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
The Streets just took another soldier leavin another mother breathless
Trapped in the fact that men cant escape smokin so many trees that they start to shed leaves
Is this the reason so many sistas and brothas have to watch their fathers leave
Beautiful ladies still in A Lady dream
Still workin it out tryna get drafted to a niggas team
And them same brothas doin the same ol things
Playing tha same ol games wit they hearts true deffinition calls it lying
Im livin my life like Jehova a gift and a curse
Tryna spit my soul out everytime my pen drops a verse
But yall still aint feelin me like my name was novicane
Thats why i arrived at my nickname the very steak to the claim
Just like my words i Drizzle a sign of waring before it rains
Keep ya nose in the books and ya head held high
So many of us missed it so then even the sky cried
So many made a turn at he fork when they should have went straight
As communities forget the word togther and embrace the word hate
While mothers beg for they lost sons to be sent to heavens gate
Now we playin the game of life with the difficulty set to hard
I kno that i can make it through even wit my pain and my scars
The message is so clear to me but for others
Its so hard to hear like a moblie phone wit no bars
So live ya own life hold on to everything lovly
Never forget to pray for what it is down on bended knee
And kno that the life you live is forever part of the Street Syphony
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Andre Martineau Poem
Still Transition
Im livin in my own Final Desitination
Still I fail to see clarity through any revelation
Cant stop cause its not called living if your set in hesitation
Fresh out the package breathin in 21 and I still escaped death trice (3)
Figured if I run away from the world karma would start being nice
Always been a christian but always feel short of the hype
Oscar Nomination for my acting
That held the fear of my tears that are locked inside
I'm human not a hero so my Pride I cant deny
Aside from the fact that i choose my path the straight and narrow
Not strong enough cuz i still feel the pain when pireced by a racial arrow
I have forgotten all sorrow when i reclaimed my soul
Still i believe in the trinity by Gods presence i remain whole
So i will remain who i am not to be moved from where i stand
Yet constantly rising bound to a still transition
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Andre Martineau Poem
Not Another Dedication
by
Andre Christian Martineau
I could talk about your beauty till the daylight ends
I can show how I'm better than any other man
Or take you out and show you the world
Call you everyday and say your the most amazing gurl
Maybe I would wake up every mourning and write you a song
Stand always by your side and never do u wrong
Or by being a real man to build you up and make sure you always stand strong
And everyday for the rest of your life I'll show that I'm where you belong
What more can I really say
It's everything that you do that brightens my day
I'll protect you with my heart and body in every single way
With me in your heart and you in my arms then both our lives will forever be okay
Yes baby girl U saved me from my own emotional demise
But Its no surprise because you're an Angel in disguise
I guess that is why every thing you do fits me just so right
No this is not another dedication
This is my own emotional revelation
That me and you have been meant to be since the dawn of creation
And having you has been the greatest sensation
I only pray that you stay my final destination
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Andre Martineau Poem
Drizzle (Strive)
I strive through adversity
Struggle through the battle of streotypes and race
Pride and Prejudice the two things i hate
Searching for the love simply found in the warmth of a familiar embrace
Now at the fork in the road both paths i decide to take
I sacrifice it all on the altar for it all to take shape
Im a real man not by your standards but by the ones i chose
I'm not oppressed by the man but there is still one
man that i chose to follow
His name is Christ and he continues to build my life
Life aint a game so theres a reset
Yet people try to play me like a game of chess
Never been a pawn i started out a knight the Queens best
The Essence of me locked with in my chest
Still i fight the demons the that lie deep inside
Truth held deep within my eyes so i see the devil and kno he's a lie
My body my temple place were crohns made a home
The greatest disguise of all my pain hidden behind my face
But till death i will strive to make sure i survive
So in the words of Maya Angelo STILL I RISE
Legend is my destination and rising to the occation is
what my soul controls
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