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I thought I would do a Rhyme in Rap.
Even though I find that kind of music Crap.
I am just a normal type of guy.
I wont forever ever lie.
Because that's not who I am.
I am a one woman man.
I have brown hair and deep blue eyes.
What you get with me is the beauty inside.
I wont hide my life from you I will tell only the truth.
I love all life all animals especially cats.
I don't go to a gym but I walk to stay healthy.
I may not be rich but in love I am wealthy.
What you see isn't what you get.
Because I am so much better than that.
I will rock your world because a boat is small..
While some may give you some?
I will always give you my all.
Life will be so much fun.
your back will never be against a wall.
For you my love I will always be on the ball.
You always take my breath away.
Make my heart pound faster.
Your the only one. I will always run after.
You are the goddess the queen of my life.
Maybe that's why so many men want you as a wife.
Your kisses are like heaven.
You are an angel without wings.
God made you to be all of the things.
That men want to cherish to honour to love.
I worked towards this dream my whole lifetime
But it always seemed just out of my reach
The harder I tried to achieve it,
the further away it seemed to become
I was always told growing up
That I could be whatever I wanted to be
As long as I worked hard for it,
And kept my eye on the ball
No one tells you
No one prepares you for
what happens when you fail
The feeling of defeat, and loss.
That feeling of hopelessness
that seems to envelope you
Mind, body and soul.
I have fought so hard over the years
Tried and failed, just to pick myself up and try again.
Only to realize failure once more
How long do you ride this never ending Carousel?
constantly and consistently
Round and round,
only to end up in the same place you started.
Back to square one, over and over
When is enough, enough?
A day, a week, a month, a year?
When does one decide that
it is no longer feasible
To continue on this path?
To continue the ups and downs
on this roller-coaster of life?
You may even momentarily feel
that you actually are in control,
only to be holding on for dear life
within the next moment,
hoping and praying that you won’t
be ejected and thrown from
the false security of the car that is
barely being held upon the track.
One after the other,
time and time again
Failure after failure,
try after try
As I sit here once more,
after being thrown from
the proverbial horse
Trying to decide if
I should continue this
seemingly never-ending
spiral of failure.
I look back at all of
my attempts to succeed
that ended in failure
Never realizing the pattern
that was before me all along
I see those who have
supported me and had been
brought into my life at the
precise moment they were needed.
I see the places these attempts
took me and how each one
changed me in such a way that
I have become a better person
than I could’ve ever imagined.
I realize how each failure
caused me to become more
determined and more courageous
than I ever would have been
had I not experienced that failure.
So I guess it cannot be perceived
as a failure due to the good that
each experience has created.
I may not have reached
the goal that I have dreamed of
all of my life but what I got instead
is something greater,
something that goes beyond
all of my wildest dreams.
We can go for dinner and have a discussion,
a bit of mass debating when we're done masticating.
If you come and eject fluid situations,
give it hard with the exact impact you lay shown,
stand perfectly straight and strong when projecting,
you'll feel you can handle the hard times alone,
and spray the floor in awe and arouse.
Fire at will, keep comments coming,
come with them from different angles,
keep it coming together, back and forth,
give each other a hand to fluctuate a juicy content with flow,
always announce, "I'm gona command"
to one another before you fire away.
Start slow,
upping the beat and beating out the debate at a faster rate.
Go through the motions to get to fun fast pacing blast debating.
You will feel a great relief at the end of this intense group activity,
with powerful ejections, one or two oral pleasurers no doubt,
but mostly it's hands on,
so make sure your pen is in your hand,
your pen is out, and the pen is in the hands at all times.
If your pen is leaking in vain thus messy, we'll stop,
tissues are on tables, bins are behind you, clean up, put it in,
and when a new pen is handled in both hands,
showing you're ready, we'll whack on.
Keep your eye on the ball, good luck in this test to all,
give those judging the winner, a tough test to call,
because the headmasters mass debaters
go fast as a team mass debating.
Commit to the debate and show class of a master,
have a massive class debate.
Remember the pen is in your hand from start to finish,
don't lose grip, be on the ball,
enjoy your mass debating.
Work hard and mass debate as you play,
have fun.
Good luck.
Mass debate away.
how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?
too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?
most every elected official in most every country in this world
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?
there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?
It happened once more —
My eyes became sore
But, my eyes aren’t sore anymore
They’re better than before…
They deem to remember
My low self-esteem, but that was last December…
I’m better than before
My eyes, they no longer soar
Above my head anymore
You’re the one that I adore
I have love in store…in store…
I absolutely adore the fact
That you’ve moved on; I lacked
Every single hope in mind
Now, I am doubtless, not left behind
Now, I am doubtless — no longer blind
I don’t mind as long as my eyes
Don’t flutter above…above…above…
I don’t mind as long as my eyes
Don’t flutter and rove…rove…rove…
Now, I am doubtless as ever, my love
It happened once more —
My eyes became yours
Once upon a time, change was a challenging chore
To its inner cores…cores…
But not anymore…my eyes,
They never seem to ignore you
They seem to soar, no lies
They seem to grow sore out of the blue
They deem to remember
My low self-esteem, but that was last December…
I’m better than before
My eyes, they no longer soar
Above my head anymore
You’re the one that I adore
I have love in store…in store…
I absolutely adore the fact
That you’ve moved on; I lacked
Every single hope in mind
Now, I am doubtless, not left behind
Now, I am doubtless — no longer blind
I don’t mind as long as my eyes
Don’t flutter above…above…above…
I don’t mind as long as my eyes
Don’t flutter and rove…rove…rove…
Now, I am doubtless as ever, my love
Don’t worry…my fluttering eyes
Are doing better than ever
Don’t worry…my truths and lies
Is happiness and joy forever
I don’t want to have my eyes go above
Anymore…anymore…anymore, my love
So don’t go coming back to me,
Thoughts I haven’t thought of at all…
I will stand tall…I will get on the ball…
If these fluttering eyes can clearly see
That I can go above it all,
Even if I do fall down, I won’t at all
I will answer God’s call
That damn eye condition I call edirA
Keeps beating me down in frightful awe…
But I’m far from being a flaw…
According to my whitish aura…
***Keep Your Eye on the Ball***
There’s so much talk of revolution,
so many are ready for a war.
But I have to wonder if they know,
who the hell they would be fighting for.
It is the rich ass politicians,
that are huddled in their cozy room.
Whispering to us their words of hate.
and filling our hearts with doom and gloom.
They want us to cut each other’s throats,
so we will not come to realize.
That we must keep searching for the truth,
and not believe in their ugly lies.
They’re selling us a fake agenda,
keep on shoving it right down our throat,
Telling us our rights are abolished,
there’s no need to stand in line to vote.
The promises of prosperity,
are strong as any money or dope.
But if you ain’t some rich, old, white dude,
then you don’t have any kind of hope.
They just want to keep on pushing us,
until everything finally caves in.
Because they’re the ones to land on top,
no matter which one it is that wins.
They want me to lay the blame on you,
and want you to lay the blame on me.
They sure don’t want us looking around,
and see just who it really might be.
They are pulling all the puppet strings,
while hiding behind their wizard’s screen.
They will use smoke, deceit, and mirrors,
to hide the real monsters of this dream.
Let me tell you people that it’s time,
it’s time to put an end to this all.
If we’re busy strangling each other,
then who’s keeping their eye on the ball.
So boring were 1950's school reading primers --
See Dick. See Dick run. Run, Dick. Run, run, run.
See Jane. See Jane run. Run, Jane. Run, run, run. --
The status quo reigned. Schookids' futures' no fun
Then along came Dr. Suess' cat and changed all of that --
Sally and I and the fish jumped up and down on the ball
The cup and the plate, the spoon and the cake, all standing tall --
Who cares if later we watched all those cool things fall
By 1957, kids of all ages were moving and grooving a lot --
to Sam-I-am, Yertle the Turtle, and Marvin K. Mooney
the Vipper of Vipp and the Horton the Who driving us loony --
Poor timing, Sputnik 1: USA's finest now force-fed Science. O, ruined we!
"God give you the strength to finish this your way"?
I don't think you are first on his list, a special chair on judgment day?
better meditate, get it straight, rinse and repeat, people are people
so maybe when you're not "winning" people say, not sarcastically
that's okay, he's allright,
he's a good man with a magnetic personalitay livin right
or you can be an evil serving self proclaimed savior of gangland racket
too kool this mouth of the north and the south, with the devils ball sack in it
unpalatable to me if true colors were flavors,
id have to spew it from my mouth, like a bad flavr flav of JayZ or PeeDiddy or the other tools lyricals.
Think the world needs something refreshing,
no color on the brain, but still Golden, a golden giving heart molded upon brotherhoods fleece meshing. Not seeing scapegoats and color and retaliation.
You want to be a superstar, just dive right on in,
get on the ball, get in the game
But me more DeMarcus"ware" of your surroundings, Lest your words can block a fortress, a Minecraft of bombs. Are you on the front lines or sounbyte drive-by ing in your Catablack Escapade and control your own
climate, which is frigid to some.
Verily brothers I say to you, one might say
that all colors bleed into one,
colorless, souls, before God, judgment on, day
one
You’d think the whole of Christendom
Would know better.
You’d think the snake
Would have told them.
“The square root of pie…………Is equal to blah, blah, blah………”
Define this……………
It may make you feel wiser.
It may allow you to delude yourself,
Into feeling more in control, more on the ball……………
But you were put here naked.
Ripped from the womb of your mother.
And anything NOT understood
On a cellular level will never be understood.
Define this………………
Did you feel that in your gut?
You didn’t need a definition did you?
If it isn’t there, in your gut,
All the definitions in Webster’s unabridged bloody dictionary,
Won’t help you understand.
So,
Stop defining, Refining,
Analyzing, Dissecting,
And rejecting………
And go breath!
If I died in a casket,
Will you be my basket?
I’m the bottomless pit
full of so much wit
What if I can fly?
Soaring like a lullaby
I’m this bottomless cement
I weep in mere lament
Like rainfall
I stand tall
Against woe’s wall and all
Hear me as I call
In appall…but on the ball…
I’m afraid of what lies ahead
I’m afraid of what lies beneath
Let alone what lies within…
But, you’re God-sent…
Why do I cry
And I don’t know why…
When did things go wrong?
I wonder…
Where you’re at
Am I but a black bat…
Baffled by bewilderment,
Cradled in the darkness before me?
Sorrow me not
Joy be with me
Let not time rot
For an eternity
Please .. be . with… me….
Sorrow me not
Joy be with me
Let not time rot
For an eternity
I’m colliding…
I’m falling away
Into the bottomless pit, I go
So full of wit left to show and glow and grow…
Know you’re unforgotten
In my memories…the forgiven…
But, can’t forget to regret
The things I put you through and yet,
I bet you are a lost soul
Much like me in a sense..
I’ve fallen,
But upon my knees
And again…
You’re not the one to please..
God is