"It's Just Mook" (writen to "Surviving the Times" by Nas)

It's Mook!
It's Mook! Members Posts: 23
edited May 2010 in Waiting To Exhale
May 22 ’87 came da beast dis lady led in
Agnes Butler dis madness suffered could maybe heaven
A healthy seed ya only boy can fill da void
Of what u had da babies dad snatched all dat joy
Didn’t give u a thank u or let u know he blessed
Just a “damn he light as ? ” give him a basketball wats next
Household was kinda shaky as da child could speak
But won’t dare make a peep as he heard screams in his sleep
Da lil boy was always humbled, quiet & shy
From doctors to cousins they’d ask y it’s implied
Or wat for dat matter, wanted to fit in I guess
Played da fool yet in his heart he settled for less
Raised his voice to prove a point but dat ain’t needed
A calm flow wit da same convection is more heeded
& treated like a mans but as a boy he couldn’t fade it
Wanna reach mature heights but let his brain stay da same width

When he was younger, his fam called him Mookie
But doin da right thing would never suit the
Thought being Scarface was a true need
Played da game of death but he ain’t no Bruce Lee
More like Brandon, a casualty of his namesake
Never careful destined for da same fate
Had a taste of da trade & wanted more
Had plans wit his boy to hit NY for a score
Then da lad reflects on da cousins’ wit mad respect
But locked in da system forced to have regrets
Starts to wonder “is it worth my life then”
Is freedom worth some green pictures of dead white men
He wishes dat dis wasn’t an option
Hopes to shake wat dis mentality got him
Sees da rhyme book, happy he still has it
Time to write these bars, grab da pen & Illmatic (& he’s gone)

Started at 12, diggin through Al-Leas tapes
Wu, Nas, & Big was my means for escape
Da volume had no mo restrain, headphones I slain
Beat da Walkman till only da button stop remains
Wouldn’t press it, nor do it, ? called me foolish
Ain’t bout money or da ? so I had to prove it
So much more, skill won’t be sacrificed
A puppet ass rapper is da saddest type
So I put it all on da page, da joy, da rage
I won’t let my thoughts become a labels slave
Soon I found others wit da same respect
Willin to squeeze every ounce of essence in every disc we press
Now as I reflect standin in dis booth
Livin a fantasy no one handed me & dats da truth
Lookin back with laughter, dis rap ? I mastered
Now all I write is lyrics to be etched in da hereafter

Comments

  • REAL_POETICAL
    REAL_POETICAL Members Posts: 347 ✭✭
    edited May 2010
    ya still got it man....just get better with the times...reading this got me reminiscing the times of growing up in philly...getting my first walkman and making mixtapes from power 99 radioactive on friday nights *miss that segment* and carrying a bag of cds with my walkman...just letting the music influence your talent and staying out of trouble...every line was raw especially the basketball line...that jawn was cold lol....overall good ? as always....keep dropping those pen marks across the concrete of life called poetry my fellow poet

    peace
  • Tupacfan
    Tupacfan Members, Moderators Posts: 2,428 Regulator
    edited May 2010
    this was a nice jawn.

    I see how you can formulate your poetry in a musical standpoint .. I'm working on that, playing the guitar well learning to play it so I can recite some of material over it.. As well as learning the sax too..
  • It's Mook!
    It's Mook! Members Posts: 23
    edited May 2010
    Thanks for the feedback ya'll.. Yea RP, I was really goin for that gritty feel of da mid 90's with this. I started really gettin into hip-hop around this time & I seemed that life was just so much simpler back then. Tupacfan as far as the style goes, yea pretty much most of the poems I have start off as just that then I just edit it out into music form. Since I do rap alot of the joints I drop on here are gonna be songs at some point (hittin da booth up soon as I come home from Nevada). Ya'll look out for em! 1