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Robert Chapman Poem
I ease through the cranium, rhymes made of titanium,
I advise, watch your eyes, coming with mercury and uranium.
Open wide, bout to pour out peroxide, on people cuttin’ up,
Actin’ a fool, middle aged dudes stuck in junior high school,
Some even elementary, now they’re cool, school is a federal penitentiary.
I’m not done feedin’ yaw the O2, breathe in what I’m saying,
Let me grab some H2, add the O, my lyrical calcium make your bones and mind
grow.
No more potassium coming out you trained primates, your rhymes make,
Me wanna throw chlorine, in your poor rhyme scheme.
Make your eyes burn, and learn, not to agitate this hot nickel,
Silver lead, through you wear wolf heads, changing your form,
To try to be the norm, not original, it’s pitiful.
Lithium, in your system, my piss come, in every acidic shade,
To let go on cats that want to be arcade.
Playing silly games, thinking you the highest scorer,
You come for the, adventure, while other people trying to eat, and
Leave an impression, on what you’re digestin’.
Cyanide, arsenic, pick your poison, I’m all of it,
All the shhh, whatever you callin’ it, they not touchin’,
The concussion, mental percussion, in my instructions.
Too much sodium, table salt, in your talk, spit dry,
I sit high, with my, eagle eye, on an evil guy,
Ready to put sulphur, on my culture,
So I release the CO2, put too much bad air in you.
Only I can, withstand, with this hand, create a mighty blow,
To show, no more drama, I’m a comma, creating space,
Between my words and the kiddie rhymes you trace,
Embrace, every element, to make your lyrical existence irrelevant.
My settlement, on God’s green, house effect,
Ultraviolet rays from my intellect, another black prospect,
Call me LeRob James, call me names, similar to greatness,
A newfound element in your Chemistry book pages.
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Robert Chapman Poem
The Poet
On the cruise ship was an unknown poet,
His style so hot, that none could approach it.
Not the smartest guy, don’t be quick to judge,
Doesn’t read much, writing is what he loves.
His lyrics are of experience and truth;
Life has been hard since the days of his youth.
The poet has a broad structure and voice,
Blessed with deftness and the power of choice.
Wanting to do things his way is a must;
Sometimes this starts controversy- a fuss.
His britches baggy get not too saggy.
He wears a cruel curse, the looks of daddy.
It’s hard to be him self, around wealth,
But he loves him self, can be no one else.
Tries to live life in the slow, paced lane,
But doing wrong calls the strong poet’s name.
To him life is a big mystery case,
Is it money or love that he should chase?
He wonders why life is such a hard task,
Is there a price, to receive paradise?
The poet is a curious young man,
But is it wrong to want to understand?
He wants to be useful in his lifetime,
So he does his best, to write with finesse.
God Bless.
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Robert Chapman Poem
I can’t decide if I really did,
Was I really, was she the one?
In a short span, she made this young man
Wonder, ponder, gander, look myself in the eyes and ask…
You in love? You can’t be in love.
You have no clue, what love can do to you.
What the hell is this four letter word?
Sometimes used following a verb.
Making love, faking love, taking love,
Playing love, like it’s a joke, some comedy,
Damn this shorty is the bomb to me.
An explosion, not through the Trojan,
She’s made my mind ejaculate
And give birth to something I don’t even know.
Yo, I can’t even show, her how I’m feeling.
Damn I’m kneeling, begging her to take me.
She thinks I’m crazy son, got an obsession,
But it’s more like an impression.
What I’m confessing, is too damn real,
What man will, pour his heart out,
His blood, his tears, even tells his peers, what he’s thinking about.
Damn girl, what kind of spell, or root have you put on me?
I didn’t ask for this, it just happened,
Like I was nappin’, and you woke me up,
What the… why you do that
Then not feel the same way back.
You make me want to come back
To my queen in Queens,
You’re the first girl that didn’t turn me on with what’s in her jeans.
I don’t mean, to come between, what’s going on in your life,
But you are too nice, great advice, and our b-ball convos
Did Sugar Shane combos, on my heart, sorry but you are a part
Of my love experience, you the first one that had me not fearing it.
I truly miss you, I have to get it off my chest,
I swear you’re the best, better than the rest,
If you still with that so-called man, he’s the most blessed
Man alive, hope he never lets you leave his side.
I have to hear from you at least one more time,
And there will be no more poems, no more rhymes,
I hope you and your fam are doing just fine,
Holla back bonita, this is the last time.
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Robert Chapman Poem
Got Love for those hot azz lyrics,
Got Love for those who tryin’ to hear it.
Got Love for my peoples holdin’ me down,
Got Love for the mamis with the booty round.
Got Love for those makin’ moves,
Got Love for Italians and Jews,
Hispanics and Asians, Europeans
Got Love for basketball season.
Got Love for the folks that got me here,
Got Love for the jokes that got me sheddin’ tears.
Got Love for my boys messin’ up,
Got Love for those who feel they stuck.
Got Love for the people tryin’ to live,
Got Love for learnin’ from the mistakes I did.
Got Love for seein’ cats come up,
Got Love for seein’ blacks come up.
Got Love for them strong females,
Got Love for the single mommy’s bustin’ they tail.
Got Love for the real fathers,
Got love for the ones that don’t get bothered
By the hoes, clothes, and large cash flows.
Got Love for letting my mind grow.
Got Love for those who know the real me,
Got Love for people that really feel me.
Got Love for the 757,
804, 434, 703, 540, and five, sixty plus eleven.
Got Love for my peoples in NY, Cali, TX, Oklahoma,
Kansas, Florida and Georgia, that southern cookin’ aroma.
Got Love for my blue collars, car and house ownin’,
For those safely bonin’, in the gym body tonin’.
Got Love for those who paved the way,
Got Love for the ancestors that made sure we saw a better day.
Got Love for the one above,
He always shows me love,
Through push and shove, He’s there to guide.
Got Love for the brothers inside
That should be outside.
Got Love for those who keep they head up,
Got Love for the ex-bangers that put they lead up.
Got Love for those here and gone,
Got Love for right and wrong.
Got Love for night and day,
Got Love for life, what more can I say?
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Robert Chapman Poem
Why is man such a fool?
Someone explain the logic,
Catastrophic, is how we want the world.
It’s how it seems, even in our dreams,
Displays carnage and chaos.
Clouding my judgment,
Didn’t know what I wanted.
I want love, but I don’t.
The intrusion, of confusion
Invades and conquers.
Many monsters, trying to scare my heart.
Stay away from love young one.
Someone, tell me why man is such a fool?
Begging then pushing away.
Where is my mind? There’s limited time.
Why am I taking it for granted?
Why do you care for me so much?
It’s like I can hear you cry.
I want to fly, swoop down and come to your rescue.
Want you to be the best you.
Your potential, influential, your accent
Instrumental, a melody, telling me
How much love you have for me.
But why???
No question that I want you, want
To adore you, be there for you, mentally
And physically, you live in me, can’t get rid of me.
I think you’re my first love.
There goes my mind trying to shove
You out of existence.
Can’t escape, the rape, you’ve done on my heart.
Such a force, more intense than intercourse.
You’re my princess turning this frog
Into a great man, sometimes hate man.
It is a woman that creates rulers.
You rule my heart. I’m your kingdom.
Your wish is my command.
Guide me, provide me
With an understanding.
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