Saturday, August 21, 2010

Inspired by...

Not a day goes by when I don’t ask why?
When?
What happened?
Can we get another try?
Your the inspiration for the backdrop of many of my poems
So not compatible, but we got along
Maybe it was timing
Maybe it was real
Maybe you hit a spot nobody could reach
Maybe it’s forever
Maybe it’s a phase
My words got you
My actions drove you away

Friday, August 13, 2010

96 Nissan Altima Music

Me and my niggas just wanna lay in the shade
All we feel is fire
Frustrated with grinding everyday
We want the Aston-Martin fully-loaded
But we drive in Altimas tailored like we just exploded
No AC conserving gas trying to make it to our destination
Contemplating some situations we want erasing
All the fantasies of shit we wish we could've had
The common dwellers of the world
And my girl be blowing me up telling me she wish we was better conditioned
And I just tell her soon enough we won't even be wishing
Sometimes I wonder if we sharing a similar vision
I wonder if this the way I'll always be living
Why do I even keep it honest?
It's obvious motherfuckers would rather be entertained
I should keep my feelings to myself and display emotions in other lights
Shave my head clean like Brittany Spears and become a dyke
See then maybe you'll understand the reason why
I write the shit I do and keep it real in every line
I'll never let successes become apart of my rivals
That shit is really pathetic and honestly isn't vital
This be the type of shit that's going through my mind
I hope you take it for the art of mine
Read between the lines
This is allah giving
Mixed with hard living
Never Cristal sipping
Maybe coolattas with double Ds
Or frappuccinos from starbucks that's how we do it
The sober life with the needle dwellers
That's what my crew is
I represent the average nigga with a  no dream
To feed imaginations of drug dealers with tons of cream
I never smoke because I can't afford it
And because it almost caused my homegirl's abortion
I take caution to the peer pressure
My ears lectured by Nas
Jigga told me nobody owes me so I'm destined to starve
No front in me
Niggas don't want to fuck with this
Luckily the tougher me is only  showing through god
Underestimate the truth in my shit
Infactuated with clever phrases to wrap your head around
Honestly I just wanna ride around in my 96 bumping to some Jeezy
Yelling out WHO DAT WE DAT
LEAVE ME ALONE
Let me ride on my own
The windows fucking jammed
The AC is blown
And I'm just trying to get home

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Untitled

Nevermind the bullshit
Letting go is the 1st step
Defense mechanism wasn't helping
Step into my nightmare
Moving by lightyears
Reflection was the enemy
Disamating my energy
Turning over a new state of mind
2009 was like a lifetime
Grow from it
I swear I'm getting closer to my dreams
Even though allah is every single thing that I set to acheive
You wouldn't believe
3 years gone in 2 weeks
Nigga I was smelling myself
Did everything that I knew I wouldn't do times 2 to the 3rd
Absurb with the words
Acting like I never cared
Lost my her
Whatever
I utter to myself I would not sweat her
When I think about the damage that I caused
I realized I don't understand it at all
Where did I go wrong?
You were always apart of my dream
But the baggage that I was holding killed
Know what I mean?
No excuse though
I understand we gotta move slow
Genuine intention is the goal but it's cool so
I stay patient
Studying my wrongs
I was so far gone in my ways
Assholes never get paid
They just stay in a place where the people that love you the most label you a disgrace
Taste defeat
Sour
Success is sweet
Till you find a curse and a gift
That's when the thought shift

Today is yesterday...

Nothing is the same
Everything is wrong
I use to be so with it
Now it's like my mind's gone
Doubt is the venom
I was like a python
When it came being truth to myself right on
Lights on
We use to never have an issue going all out
Your desire my desire
Never stalled out
The separation created difference in many ways
So many days I craved
You didn't give me praise
Past tense living
Tryna move ahead
But my ass kept slipping
The vice was the goal
So the life left tripping
For my goals
My description is in progress F tripping
I was falling and I couldn't get up
Laying down
And for some reason I refused to sit up
I went searching for the tools that I knew you could give
But the love kept me blinded what the truth really is