a lil poetry
some shit for yo funky ass!
i got some things that i need to do// I've got some things that I believe are true// i've got some things that I believe are lies// the windows to my soul, are beneath my eyes// I loathe the scoul beneath your demise// Like the phoenix, emotions rise from the ashes// dismiss the students and release them from the classes// call our music garbage because me made beats on can trashes// our skin is not beautiful nor long our eyelashes// the clashes of the titans are beneath the physical realm// dashes to see fights and who will control the helm// well into the submissions we just do it like Nike// Delve into our radiant amalgamated psyche// "FIGHT ME!! i dare you nigga step to my cypher// Im not John Malvo, but a nigga will turn into sniper// if your in my way, step aside or be dispearsed// our people are too familiar with find family in the hearse// and its a curse that funeral homes are the lost and found// act silly and you will be on your bed taped, gaged and bound// no need for acoustics or mic checks because no one will hear a sound// im crowned the KING of murderous thoughts deeds and actions// and every thought or deed recieved multiple satisfactions// back-hands are the choice of taunt and murder weapons with traction// grips that hold tight cut in half like fractions// no transactions because the payment is finished// your the ransom for my family and our souls replenished// no opportunity for me to get out and not be deminished// no financial plan or way for my pockets to be less skittish// so please get off my back uncle sam and all ur relations// you cant count the pains of my children in regular or scientific notations"// contemplations of the man on the brink of dying young// his life in the streets of the ghetto has made his heart turn numb// to the life of crime he has unfortunately succomb// if his worth was represented in fingers he would have lost his last thumb// not a crumb to eat but his neighbors were full// his back his job constantly had to pull// holding together a family was not his only job// staying alive in a rough town without trying to get robbed// Is that his fault, or are we all inadvertantly at blame// can we all look at ourselves in the eye without a hint of shame// can we say that we helped someone completely get on their feet// can we say we did not just give him a fish, but we tought him how to eat// I cannot say this nor will I pull your leg// when in need Im like TLC i aint to proud to beg// we must remember that we are not far from our lows// and we need to look at those there like they have suffered many blows// its not always our shortcomings that put us in the gutter// we can get lost amidst all the garbage and clutter// the smoother our lives means the smoother the butter spread// but if my money is like wonder, I want 20 loaves or bread// to end i will say this about our people's hustle// we need to be stronger, without so much muscle...
i got some things that i need to do// I've got some things that I believe are true// i've got some things that I believe are lies// the windows to my soul, are beneath my eyes// I loathe the scoul beneath your demise// Like the phoenix, emotions rise from the ashes// dismiss the students and release them from the classes// call our music garbage because me made beats on can trashes// our skin is not beautiful nor long our eyelashes// the clashes of the titans are beneath the physical realm// dashes to see fights and who will control the helm// well into the submissions we just do it like Nike// Delve into our radiant amalgamated psyche// "FIGHT ME!! i dare you nigga step to my cypher// Im not John Malvo, but a nigga will turn into sniper// if your in my way, step aside or be dispearsed// our people are too familiar with find family in the hearse// and its a curse that funeral homes are the lost and found// act silly and you will be on your bed taped, gaged and bound// no need for acoustics or mic checks because no one will hear a sound// im crowned the KING of murderous thoughts deeds and actions// and every thought or deed recieved multiple satisfactions// back-hands are the choice of taunt and murder weapons with traction// grips that hold tight cut in half like fractions// no transactions because the payment is finished// your the ransom for my family and our souls replenished// no opportunity for me to get out and not be deminished// no financial plan or way for my pockets to be less skittish// so please get off my back uncle sam and all ur relations// you cant count the pains of my children in regular or scientific notations"// contemplations of the man on the brink of dying young// his life in the streets of the ghetto has made his heart turn numb// to the life of crime he has unfortunately succomb// if his worth was represented in fingers he would have lost his last thumb// not a crumb to eat but his neighbors were full// his back his job constantly had to pull// holding together a family was not his only job// staying alive in a rough town without trying to get robbed// Is that his fault, or are we all inadvertantly at blame// can we all look at ourselves in the eye without a hint of shame// can we say that we helped someone completely get on their feet// can we say we did not just give him a fish, but we tought him how to eat// I cannot say this nor will I pull your leg// when in need Im like TLC i aint to proud to beg// we must remember that we are not far from our lows// and we need to look at those there like they have suffered many blows// its not always our shortcomings that put us in the gutter// we can get lost amidst all the garbage and clutter// the smoother our lives means the smoother the butter spread// but if my money is like wonder, I want 20 loaves or bread// to end i will say this about our people's hustle// we need to be stronger, without so much muscle...