The mist of our actions from the past sometimes hit our present days with over spray. Seasons of life twist, turn, overlap as good & bad similarities began to seem repetitive. A cross road within a void of time. Are we steering the path of our destiny or will our destiny take the coarse predestine by creation's origin. The mixture of experiences influence the emotions we carry around daily. Stabilizing our personality to handle the choirs on the daily is priority number one. Explosions of attitudes erupt in the environment as peace is the destiny our heart crave to be the norm all the time. Trying to stop the pain by chasing more pain is that the definition of insane. Days things seem strange are we witnessing the vision of our triumph or repping the benefits of acceptance, enduring the pain. Is the pain is love game being promoted in America as a solution to keep us sane & the key to us having things. Then watch the rich man blow out his brains; cause riches wasn't the solution to his pain.
Enjoy!!!!
Categories:
repping, pain,
Form: Free verse
A night on the town... Lightning
struck, Lit up the skyline beautiful
sight. Rain pouring down, Land
wet... Lake michigan and the collide
of joined hands in this rain dance.
Coconut Ciroc and juices flowing,
the mental great exchange of
energy...lyrical mastermind spit his
culture right next to me. Bathed in
amazement and off to the next
event... Celebration of this cerebral
******* changed flatz to heels and
soul music to our amusement. Held
pool sticks and focused... Daddy
show me how u get down!!! Frankie
Beverly and stepping repping the
Chitown. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN...
Rain pouring dont wanna(5/6)
escape... Electric transactions and is
this way u love me baby! Lasting
impression from dust to dawn and
we both vibrate like King & Queen...
Stumbled to my doorway itz time to
end this thing Dreaming... And I am
blessed drowning in your essence, a
beautiful manifestation of us.
Categories:
repping, adventure
Form: Free verse
Bright Lights;big crowd,
Bouncing beats for the music's loud,
Fist pumping to the sound,
Lyrics happening so fast;so profound.
Soak it in for it's reality,
Opening your eyes to see.
See that the words of each remedy,
Take off for flight to flee.
Back and forth; heads ar flowin',
They come back getting doe and blowin',
Tell a s story so deep;so real.
Not all get into each word or the love appeal.
Pretty ladies dancing low,
Putting on the show.
For what the visions set to be,
Is becoming known for more that just the letters M.E.
Stars become dreams,
Celeberties stand with lightening beams.
Stars roll by so fly,
Repping cities getting by so sly.
Sly from pasts hard to imagine for some,
Realizing they've got thee story and their job is no where close to being done.
Categories:
repping, imagination, life,
Form: Blank verse
Why do i walk down the block and see these real young kids,
Shooting guns, repping rags, and not scared to do bids,
Life is short, i dont support, none of that negative image,
At that age, i was full of rage, but i was home eating spinach,
No disrespect, but i expect, from all of the parents to do better,
Dont let them go, let them know, the streets are the tester,
You might leave the house one way and might not come back another,
Locked up 12 years off and on was my lil brother,
Its no joke, the streets spoke, to this kid as a young'en,
Got hooked on drugs, started to bug, stealing from people and runnin,
Once they're gone it's hard to get them back so stay on them from jump,
Or they'll be fighting in the streets holding that 12 gauge pump,
You'll be nervous up all night thinking that a cop's going to knock,
Cause your kid got shot, or he/she got caught on the corner selling that rock,
Your stomach turning, eyes are burning, cause you arent getting any sleep,
Thats your child but you're his/her friend, and now they're in the streets deep.
Categories:
repping, art
Form: Light Verse
Day after Day, Father I question my life
Where I wet went wrong will it ever be right
Will I rise, Will I fall?
Stand tall..........Continue asking, but I'm knowing only God know
Growing up in the repping "hard knock",I never knew nothing too much about drugs
My only concern was making my money and running these streets as a thug
Instead of my daddy talking about the birds and bees,
I always talk to murderers and the G's
Walking the streets coldness grew inside me,
but on the real I ain't really trying to hurt nobody
Temptation is keeping me steadily going under
And I wonder, if I could make it through the thunder
Enough with pointing the blame, cause I done caused so much hurt and pain
to some that ain't deserve a thing,If I could change that, it would all be rearranged
But what's done is done and I paid the price
and now I'm like, Help me Lord, to better my life, my life
Just give me the chance to prove the world that I can be the man that I am
And I plan, on keeping it realer, really slow and steady
Categories:
repping, forgiveness, life, lost loveme,
Form: Free verse