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Taskmaster Sung?
*****, ***** do that what masTar says;
B tat Dat yo own filthy slave;
*****, ***** stay on them knees;
Do that, watch that masTar you must please;
That spiritual yoke we've got round yo neck;
Is ta lead ya, too what's bless?;
Soul free Slave?
MasTar mastar Yun nott mi masTar
Forn whose in side me
Tis my freedom Mize liberty
Ain't got knone right this ain't naw fight
I am free ta just blind and can't see
Ain't now yoke nor whipped back
I'm of kingdom blood while you laugh
While you pray what you pray
To Our same Father sum dues young gon pay?
Ya! See masTar masTar ain't no Slave
See we both actin up misbehavin
When you see mee on my knees
I'm not being servitude
I praying God bless you
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
One spoke, saying "we know what he's trying to do"
buying a ring, "that aint special mista". You act like
she loves you and all, we aint about that she'll say.
Who is he?" I bettcha that's what she'll say when
I mettle this, and find out the real reason, you
trying to marry-up on this Chix!"
Who are you? I asked, and he spoke to me saying
I am your everything! who is this Chix, you fronting on?
You know her I don't. I want to by my beautiful fiancé a ring
and your here in my world, scanning me like you know me.
Who are you man? Who are you?
"Eye am Yo every thang" She gonna laugh in your face
when you give her that, like she has the
capacity to love you, We don't do that.
Conduct your business. Mista Mastro conduct your business!
The wine gonna taste funny, and the pie gonna make you cringe,
stand back when she start's throwing things. Go on and conduct
your business. And if she say yes, ya'll be fussin' actin like
you aint cheap, you cheap, that's right you cheap!
He snapped his fingers and
headed out the door.
Yo Lauren,
From faith, to fugees, to fantastic lyrics against abortion and the senseless
extermination of black babies under the guise of family values making slave prisons for
profits.
I know your heart, as it spoke to a young brotha with a baby on the way, with way too much
to say, tryin’ to save the world, but still got bills to pay, trying to save souls at the
expense of his own sanity, crushed by the weight of Christian vanity.
Yo, Maybe Rasta,
Claimin’ Jersey, 20 minutes down the road on Columbia Turnpike, actin with sistas and
singin’ with saints.
My wife wants you back, but yo, wherever you are, I know your content in the bliss of
knowing that you raged against this machine that crushes dreams and when called by God to
live out of fame, out of the hip hop game, and into the sane sounds of worship. YOU
FOLLOWED!!!!
Form:
Hey Universe
Why you coming at me so hard?
Did I do some sht to piss ya off?
Or you just playing some evil part?
Its all getting kinda rough
Im not nearly tough enough
To get through this & come up
been kickin me down so much
Im bruised & lumped up
in every possible spot I can touch
I've already accepted i got no luck
But seriously, like what the fck?
You Actin like a fckin schmuck
When all I ever be asking for
Is acceptance & love
Got me questioning what i did
that was so wrong?
Sht been so bad for so long
I just wana finally
find where I belong
I wanna smile forreal n not
Have to fake how I feel
Breaking down every day bc
I cant deal
An honestly idek if
All of this is even real
...I hope not
Bochincheras
"ayo, peep shorty on the corner—pants saggin like gravity owe him money."
"¡ay dios! look at them boxers—bright like they from the 99 cent store.
he walkin like he own the block, but can’t even buy a metrocard."
"let me be pacific—he cappin heavy.
actin like he important when he just buggin.
all flex, no check."
"y esa muchachita? the one wit’ the neon braids?"
"thirsty as hell, mami. out here twerkin like rent due tomorrow."
"draggin it! odee draggin it!
talkin loud, laugh even louder, got them lashes battin like wings."
"she got on bamboo earrings and them slides with socks?
whole outfit look like she lost a bet—but she think she killin it."
"a mess, chula. but she feelin herself.
you know how they do—young and unbothered, like life ain’t got bills."
we sit on the stoop like two chapters from a novel—
one in spanish, one in black girl blues,
but both written in block ink and burnt summers.
"you remember when we was them?"
"mm-hmm. we ain’t have no chill neither."
"but we ain’t wearin pajama pants outside."
"¡claro que no! mi abuela woulda thrown la chancleta from three floors up."
we laugh so hard the pigeons side-eye us.
sip our café like holy water.
"still, i pray for them."
"always. one day they gon’ glow up or grow up."
"same difference."
the sun hits our skin like we earned it,
and we keep watch like always—
narratin, judgin, rememberin.
but never hatin.
just talkin.
just lovin.
just loud.
she don't love you and she don't
need you
keep my name out your mouth
stop calling my residence
your baby momma is
my spouse
ya'll aint gettin back
together
the way you ask her over
you think that's clever
ya'll aint compromising
I see the look in ya'll eye's and
talking bout getting
clothes and shoes
give me the money
let me go do-it
I know bout what yo momma said
tell stuff her $$$$@$$ and
comb her hair
keep my name out your mouth
I tell ya'll what's
that's about
smiling at each other at the barbeque
singing song's
that aint cool
ya'll getting back together
stop actin cheap
and thinking you clever
that's my wife
my kids
my house
tell that chump
he better recognize
meeting up
wear ah disguise
betcha he was
dressed up like a b$tch
watching strippers
on a gay tip
ya'll aint back together
divorce say done
and ya'll through forever
that's my wife
my family
my kids
ya'll on same
strange
foolish sh$t
you scared caused that b$tch
might wanna set your ass up
invite you in and
then get all corrupt
say one thing then do the other
act like she wanna do thangs
then start acting like
something other
sh$t!
why ya'll acting like that
why ya'll gather up like that
making me strange and unreal
said he did it before
to get people to understand
how you feel
meet her at the oboe store
she was buying an oboe
said she was starting a band
said she aint had no kids, no car
said she aint have no man.
told me she was hungry
and wanted something to eat
said she was tired from working out
and told me she didn't eat meat
wine sounded good
but I hadn't asked her out
she made plans before even started talking
I didn't get a word out my mouth
she gotta man
and know it
looking at that phat juicy thang
why she wearing that diamond for
why she twisting that thing
giggy gotta man
and I know
this chick running game
trying helm a brudda up
tryin to make a brudda strange
Giggy gotta man and I know
why she actin like that
shaking that rump in front of me
showing me she phat
Form:
Broken and Trippin
________________________
Why you be Trippin,
thought you were my homie
but I guess as it turns out
you just a phony.
Why ya be crying,
actin a fool
tryna be big
but your just a tool.
I thought we were tight,
family you know
but that's gone to hell
that's for damn sure.
We were thicker than blood,
but it shattered like glass
it took me by surprise
and then kicked my ass.
Sure my feeling was hurt,
but I guess that didn't matter
cause I'm sure in your head
you're rolling with laughter.
That's okay cuz,
what goes around, comes around
and everything that goes up
eventually comes down.
So when you think of our friendship,
how we ain't homies no more
just like I feel empty
I hope you're void to the core.
8/18/14- Jessica Thompson