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1st track-Pray For me
How can you not write to it with free instrumental to start you off?
comments welcome
darkened soul
in my apartment alone
lit spliff in the ashtray
stuck in the net
getting lit forgetting this
so much info flyin past me
Mood Muzik 4 blasting
headphones are Dr Dre Beats
teardrops falling down sleeves like bootleg copies of Carter 3
high
regretting life
staring at my screen all day
waitin to see the reflection of the cops rushin my apartment
sayin they can smell weed in the hallway
codeine cartridges and shaking trigger fingers
this is just me reading my poems and understanding what ignorance is
finally coming to the conclusion that my different personalities have differences
battling with number 2 prison shivs
and bic pen's pistol clips
ideas outlined in chalk
I am off
I am the lost tourist pulling up to reality at the gas station asking for directions
I am so out of it I am past inpatient
I am Impatient with the grim reaper
she is love and I'm not speaking with her
shes broke my heart in the past
now I have 7 years of bad luck
thas jus ? up
cuz I'm married to that hoe for 6 more years
I thought I defined self
now I moved to a new destination trying to refind self
mind melts of memories like a grilled cheese
dreams of "I can't believe I don't live there anymore"
like it was all a dream
and it was like Jigga said
trying to star 69 1800suicide like Gravediggaz' sex
I am perplex
I am nervous
I curse when I walk and count my steps
just in case life pushes me down
I can figure out how long it will be til I get back
hopefully I don't forget
cuz I'm sure itll happen soon I can feel it
the spirit of my soul is drowning
regrets are adherent
can I blame it on my parents?
I have no history
maybe its the beer
maybe its the weed brownies
*looks in a mirror*
OH LOOK!
I FOUND ME!!! -
*plays joe budden-inseparable*
bare witness to the lost vacant spirit
the weary and the deprived
living a life that dwell within a lie
i try to be contempt and under strain
to be the bigger man to refrain from bringing pain upon your face
you told me you love me and etc
fed up with the 9 to 5 yelling about who has it better
meanwhile i'm secretly jealous and whatever
to the thought of your income is our investment
staring blank faced at the sweet thought of being separate
you all i need though and the simple thought of starting over
building up trust and karma is thrusting upon my ability
to try again and plus the ? is silly
REALLY baby REALLY THOUGH
going through dilemma and entering an agenda
trying to be the best contender to the other gender
and trying not to offend her before i end up playing defender
entering and re entering the same evolving door
no longer i can be separate from you YOU MY EVERYTHING
PRIDE HAS NO CLUE
on the ability to share a smile like the last slice
and staying with the one that you made a bond in Christ -
REAL_POETICAL wrote: »*plays joe budden-inseparable*
bare witness to the lost vacant spirit
the weary and the deprived
living a life that dwell within a lie
i try to be contempt and under strain
to be the bigger man to refrain from bringing pain upon your face
you told me you love me and etc
fed up with the 9 to 5 yelling about who has it better
meanwhile i'm secretly jealous and whatever
to the thought of your income is our investment
staring blank faced at the sweet thought of being separate
you all i need though and the simple thought of starting over
building up trust and karma is thrusting upon my ability
to try again and plus the ? is silly
REALLY baby REALLY THOUGH
going through dilemma and entering an agenda
trying to be the best contender to the other gender
and trying not to offend her before i end up playing defender
entering and re entering the same evolving door
no longer i can be separate from you YOU MY EVERYTHING
PRIDE HAS NO CLUE
on the ability to share a smile like the last slice
and staying with the one that you made a bond in Christ
damn good piece homie
I havent even listened to the whole tape yet-just that 1st song on repeat like 10 times
gonna bump it all today while cleanin the house and workin out so most likely Ill be motivated to write somethin else lol -
damn good piece homie
I havent even listened to the whole tape yet-just that 1st song on repeat like 10 times
gonna bump it all today while cleanin the house and workin out so most likely Ill be motivated to write somethin else lol
thanks for the props...ya piece of course is good...this album and the movie slam slowly but surely getting me out of retirement lol
anywho back to the thread
*listens to joe budden- desert for thought*
they can never take me alive
under the cell or the close quarter
i'm running from my life
from the devil and disorder
chaos in my veins to maintain my process
thoughts echoing to a time when i just
chill and feel the breeze of philly spring
endure philly summer of the slums and the slumber
the high in the air and the souls that leave bodies
violent by design by the time they hit 12
manic by 20 and the funeral by 30
maybe lower who i'm kidding youngins are nicely fitting
casket close and expose to the dirt
block reppin and keeping vows underneath satans skirt
the flirt of death echoes under breath
running from the flesh i succumb to the fall of man
the insanity hours and my seconds are in high demand
waiting for a plan that ? has in store for me
but the job in me wants a J.O.B
lack of intellect and i often forget my moments of victory
spewing poems plotting on who to hit on with the same pity
full of pride ego and scorn over the year
got me hating my wife and peers
jeers from the audience as they see me flare up
and stare blankly while grabbing the mic and screaming i dare you
battle me or ? me end my life
so i can go back in time when things were right
holding nikki in my arms her son runs and play
the checks coming in and i'm feeling good ok
infusions for my sick days and food from the corner
bed gone but a coat extending its place
laptop on deck and ps3 on display
my life is a IT's dream and a broke ? paradise
but i sacrifice all that to extend my faith and expand my life on track
until the flack comes with the territory
sitting alone in the 4 room cell with outside capabilities
room and abroad
ps3 to calm the nerves and the music to be heard from the intercom
to keep me calm
unfortunately my fumbling and turmoil has me hating this confinement
trapped in this hell no job and lack of elegant material wishes
i guess those things are common man wishes
no more complaining here some dishes to continue cleaning -
I been writing to a lot of Budden instrumentals lately... I'm feeling this topic. Are you in that mood yet?
Instrumental - Aftermath
Where do I draw the line between pain and pleasure?
Putting pen to paper trying to make the situation better
But as I write I fight the urge to go ballistic
Satanistic thoughts surround me, but no one is listenin
If I let it all out in a room of empty souls
Am I still thought to be angry if nobody knows?
Mixed emotions as I tackle both life and death
Not sure if it's punishment or a part of life's tests?
Who knows what kind of sick game we're being played in
Came outside for the experience, but ? , should've stayed in
Ignorance is bliss, wouldn't miss it if I never knew it
Wouldn't know this pain if I was never put through it
Life comes to a halt once reality sets in
There is no pleasure in a world where you bury your best friend
Or your mother, your father, or everything you believe in
The power of will, torture, which is the reason?
Anger to the extreme, glass starts to shatter
Silent screams bring peace, but dreams cease the latter
Hallucinations of what matter put life into perspective
This high is what keeps me permanently resurrected
As long as I am in the clouds, I will never die
Be content the day I finally touch the sky
You got it hard, but fight on, don't embrace the fire
Just pray for the day when our straits are no longer dire. -
REAL_POETICAL wrote: »thanks for the props...ya piece of course is good...this album and the movie slam slowly but surely getting me out of retirement lol
yo SLAM is my ? ! anytime I cant write-I watch that movie and it gets me in the mood
hmmm time to skip through the tape and find a beat to write too while I blaze this spliff -
couldn't keep any topic goin so jus skipped through on some Book of Rhymes type ?
wrote this to every track but come along....
I will never fall cuz I have the soul of a fighter
the heart of a lover
the intentions of a martyr
the appearance of a hustler
stay losing but I'm always ready to double up
tattoo tears duct taped
I dont make love I ? ?
my insides are so black
I lean Patron back and ? Cognac
my pupils are ink blots
ride my train of thoughts on the tracks of my tears
straight into a dark tunnel
lost and nobody will care
no jewelry
I'm anti-karats
no love for me
I'm anti-marriage
started seein a woman with a ring after the divorce of my parents
like I believed it when she told me "its already over"
was I thinkin with my ? or with my arrogance?
I blame everything on the alter ego
he talks Deep, low
Sweet, slow
blunt always sayin somethin dumb that he wants to repo
but he knows
honesty is just his heart on his sleeve
followed by a Homer "D'OH!"
liquid swords slicin birthday cakes
little girls legs open with razor blades ?
increasing the murder rate
hundred percent
runnin down the pages of Peters gold book
she smiles
her good look
I'm on trees
High
on good good
she smells my leaves
slides down my branch to some good wood
No idea what I'm gonna write next
I'm my wifes ex
....him
I'm my pipes best friend
I'm my childs next gift
after I got arrested and couldnt see him
on his birthday weekend
didn't have a calling card to call so I sent him a Hallmark card
some ? dog on the front
saying somethin
"I'm sorry"
but those 2 words were 2 swords that cut his birthday cake in half
his asthma blew out the candle flames
before he could make his wish
that would never come true
cuz his dad got ? and had to take a ?
on the back of the cop car
middle finger up in the rearview
Thanks dad
for bein soooooo bad
such a bad father
this is my reply
in 365 days don't even bother
sincerely...your inner child
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yo SLAM is my ? ! anytime I cant write-I watch that movie and it gets me in the mood
hmmm time to skip through the tape and find a beat to write too while I blaze this spliff
yessirrrrr lol...especially the girl from the wire's poem during the slam...that ? was just plain epic
on another note damn the piece you did just in here is sickkkkk....that book of rhymes style brings the best out of people yo i swear...keep it up -
*Remember the Titans*
Hoodie on cold winter
hell fire scorn me
devil plays angel and the angel is rocking the machete
veteran poet with the razor wire barbed wire lingo
nails and razors become tobacco for my nerves
words become invitational violence
silence becomes the ultimate price to retaliation
thought becomes execution for revenge
lord forgive me for using these methods
so spiritual with the rhymes of literature
spilling ink upon skin and rub it within
to get the bigger picture and feel the words of scripture
that attacks from my mind, hands, and pen
upon paper laying in a broken down house
that has spirits of spousal abuse
drug raids and excuses to be haunted by the truth
the fly in the room could see the insanity
caught up within my own narcissistic vanity
humanity created a monster with angelic prophetic gift
the spirit of the renaissance of Harlem mix with 18th century madness
dangerous combo of edger and hughes
my work becomes tombstones and tablets for the future to read
so proceed to anticipate a dream
a man thats responsible for turning a simple writer to a regime -
REAL_POETICAL wrote: »yessirrrrr lol...especially the girl from the wire's poem during the slam...that ? was just plain epic
on another note damn the piece you did just in here is sickkkkk....that book of rhymes style brings the best out of people yo i swear...keep it up
yeah that movie is mos def in my top 10
"I STAND ON THE BLOCK SLANGIN AMETHYST ROCKS!"