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Brian Reynolds Poem
You see I say things in segments
or incraments. The word usage
that rhymes and makes sense it's
significant
I still remain a participant to an
extent of the Black focus even though
many think that we remain hopeless
Human beings make a scene to try
to define me, but I remain unseen
like the sixth man on an Indina Pacer
team, but I hope one day that this will
all just be a dream
I caught up to my pedestal to adopt
the hard rocked hip-hop, jumped to
the top of the game like a juggernaut
so maybe I better stop
The real lyricist slash spiritualist
transferred his heart with a dart by
his cleverness
I pray one day that my philosophy has
gotta be the truth within the making
rather than a dream to become a reality,
but the black experience needs more
camaraderie, because right now we are
stereotyped as a mockery
I sense a pain far more worse than a
mental illness, so low that a solo artist
couldn’t fulfill this
Subside from the anger building deep
within the introverted stranger
Yeah, I’m making blatant statements to
save us from hating the fact that the
righteous suffer, ain’t it complacent?
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If every man could think
on the lines of probabilities
What could probably be our
future in terms of possibilities
It seem like our dreams are
extreme to most or a lot of
our enemies but we were
brighter and smarter than
most of the opposing Epiphanies
This jagged edge was set between
a rock and a hard place
Dreams of a Scarface that left
us with a scared face
Our race's dreams decline and
leave us in a car chase, we have to
stand straight and dedicate our
lives people post-haste
We was dreaming down the lines
of motor memory lane rejecting
every pain hey remember me pain
Now is it memory lane or is it
memory change, It don't matter
cause in the end we'll all feel
bold with a gold Jesus piece chain
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Awaken feels cold these
soul's forsaken, taken
locked in a dungeon I
feel their pains is aching
Feel the heat from the
streets as they seek out
their error, it's so simple
people we gotta look in the
mirror
A mear image of the error
we live in the heroin's
giving to children delivering
the message coherently fibing
They listen, why? because
they gotta hear it to bear it.
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This beef in the Industrys' in
the streets of the deep. Dead-End
close minded peeps that see what
they seek
Racing through time as it unravels
in a battle they face every week
polluted reasons of peace
Now I know to most people the
top is hard to reach
Take a closer look our dynasties
almost deceased
Wait a sec. what about the Black
Holocaust grief we were trying to
get free like a dog without a leash
On the corner I brought back what
was needed that was relevant
The element of surprise to make you
haters all relish it
I was a virgin to the rap game I came
just for the hell of it
I know some of these popped cherries
wish they could turn back Celibate.
But it's cool because Cats acknowledge
kids in colleges it don't matter
whether you got in with scholarships
What's important is in the end we can
look back at those accomplishments.
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Know that one day my philosophy has
gotta be a truth within the making
rather than a dream to become my reality.
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Brian Reynolds Poem
Now take a trip deep within a
man's heartless soul who won't
drop down to his knees and ask
God to console
He always ask what is life? and
what is life worth? he gotta read
the Basic Instructions Before Leaving
this Earth
The problem is we making promises that
we just can't keep, spoken riddles and
rhymes that are sometimes discrete
They've choosen refusing to abide by
the rules. Why everybody want to hate
us?
They hating cuz I'm making balant
statements to save us from hating
fact that the righteous suffer...
ain't it complacent?
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