When I speak nobody hears,
And I would cry for myself but I don't have enough tears,
Trying to turn my life around but got no wheel to steer,
I would really be sane if someone really cared,
And I could never hide my personality it always shows,
I'm peeking over the overcoming wall on my tippy-toes,
When I talk my voice disappears with the wind,
I even tried to communicate through text but it wouldn't let me send,
No invitations, as if they forgot,
They looked straight at number two when I was the number one spot,
When I do favors I don't even get a thanks,
When my picture's in the newspaper it shows up blank,
I'm screaming for attention they keep looking around,
Waving my arms crazy, jumping off of the ground,
When I fall back and slow my pace they walk faster,
As if they want to get away from the lonely disaster,
I wonder if I die if anyone will miss me dearly,
Or if the newspaper would forget to put it in the obituary,
I wonder if anyone would come to my funeral and speak,
But you can't talk about someone that you could never see...
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, October 9, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Random Thoughts
She said I'm too secretive she doesn't know what I'm about,
I told her I don't know what love is girls never gave me a chance to find out,
I looked at the forest of happiness and took the tree most thick,
But somehow I still got the short end of the stick,
In the mist of the confusion I was to blind to see my dream,
Desperately needed a love fix for I am a fiend,
The hurt, the pain, the hunger, the lost,
Working my brain hard as if my mind was the boss,
Trying to clean the stains of guilt off of my clothes,
Repeating my story of hurt they act as if they don't know,
But every time I try to talk they act as though they don't want to hear,
I walk besides you to keep you safe you act as if I'm never there,
What does it take to get noticed in this world of corruption,
How much longer do I have to love myself,
If just one person cared, and another would just be there,
I could move out of paradise of pain to somewhere else,
Everyone that once pretended to care, was just there,
To stare and judge and then wait for the tears,
These are just random thoughts that I'm thinking at the time,
So read it and let it apply to every person you pass by.
I told her I don't know what love is girls never gave me a chance to find out,
I looked at the forest of happiness and took the tree most thick,
But somehow I still got the short end of the stick,
In the mist of the confusion I was to blind to see my dream,
Desperately needed a love fix for I am a fiend,
The hurt, the pain, the hunger, the lost,
Working my brain hard as if my mind was the boss,
Trying to clean the stains of guilt off of my clothes,
Repeating my story of hurt they act as if they don't know,
But every time I try to talk they act as though they don't want to hear,
I walk besides you to keep you safe you act as if I'm never there,
What does it take to get noticed in this world of corruption,
How much longer do I have to love myself,
If just one person cared, and another would just be there,
I could move out of paradise of pain to somewhere else,
Everyone that once pretended to care, was just there,
To stare and judge and then wait for the tears,
These are just random thoughts that I'm thinking at the time,
So read it and let it apply to every person you pass by.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
6 Million Ways
I heard there's 6 million ways to kill yourself, pardon me as I try out 50,
I heard there's a 100 real niggas left in this world not even 5% is with me,
Born to my mother in April 3, who I still dislike from time to time,
She was the ink that spilled all over me when I started to shine,
This world is crazy I hate ever second down here, and everywhere I look temptations always there,
Makeup or surgery don't matter what you wear,
I see the true person staring at me behind tears,
You can be fly and fresh but no matter what you wear, The true person comes out relating to this knowledge I share,
The lampshade of crime hides the bright bulb of the young minds,
I'm walking the road of redemption but yet it never unwinds,
I ain't got no motivation, my best friend is procrastination,
Never had a destination, everyday is like a vacation,
Kid with the short patience, don't confuse it with a patient,
There's no lines but I'm tryna trace it,
I'm fire, dogg, like a dalmatian,
Pick up the shell and the casing,
Heavy metal like a mason,
They say we lazy and no good but yet my people built this nation,
Man listen I am the truth behind the lies,
The painful look inside ya eyes,
That makes you realize why,
So many brilliant minds to be all over this universe,
But yet rappers lyrics they rather rehearse,
Rather waste time and energy making illegal money, with dope in the back trunk front full of lite skinned honeys,
The realistic perpetration of the young minded dedication,
To the independence of the nations who once held the declaration,
You see I try to land before time, watch as my voice constants more then the conscience in your mind,
I go through just as many hardships as the usual person, no rehearsing the poems that come directly from the dome,
Because I'm also known, drink up my lyrics like patron, surveys show no other real niggas so I'm alone,
Why do I write the obvious do I think that I'm nice?
And if you already know the answer then why ask me twice?
I'm a solution to problems that cross the everyday mind, If you see me STOP like sign,
realize the essence of the trail that I leave behind,
Show on or show off what the guns is for,
And for me and house, we will serve the lord,
A full blown seventh day adventist the streets I ain't missing,
And everyday it's not a girl but my bible that I'm kissing,
Now that's some deep stuff and I say what I mean,
If the next man nice the one before is bad so lets say I'm in between,
So you don't want it real, and you don't want it fake,
So your existence disappears like the high top fade,
A deadbeat dad married a abusive mom and got laid,
You staring at me, I am what they made.
I heard there's a 100 real niggas left in this world not even 5% is with me,
Born to my mother in April 3, who I still dislike from time to time,
She was the ink that spilled all over me when I started to shine,
This world is crazy I hate ever second down here, and everywhere I look temptations always there,
Makeup or surgery don't matter what you wear,
I see the true person staring at me behind tears,
You can be fly and fresh but no matter what you wear, The true person comes out relating to this knowledge I share,
The lampshade of crime hides the bright bulb of the young minds,
I'm walking the road of redemption but yet it never unwinds,
I ain't got no motivation, my best friend is procrastination,
Never had a destination, everyday is like a vacation,
Kid with the short patience, don't confuse it with a patient,
There's no lines but I'm tryna trace it,
I'm fire, dogg, like a dalmatian,
Pick up the shell and the casing,
Heavy metal like a mason,
They say we lazy and no good but yet my people built this nation,
Man listen I am the truth behind the lies,
The painful look inside ya eyes,
That makes you realize why,
So many brilliant minds to be all over this universe,
But yet rappers lyrics they rather rehearse,
Rather waste time and energy making illegal money, with dope in the back trunk front full of lite skinned honeys,
The realistic perpetration of the young minded dedication,
To the independence of the nations who once held the declaration,
You see I try to land before time, watch as my voice constants more then the conscience in your mind,
I go through just as many hardships as the usual person, no rehearsing the poems that come directly from the dome,
Because I'm also known, drink up my lyrics like patron, surveys show no other real niggas so I'm alone,
Why do I write the obvious do I think that I'm nice?
And if you already know the answer then why ask me twice?
I'm a solution to problems that cross the everyday mind, If you see me STOP like sign,
realize the essence of the trail that I leave behind,
Show on or show off what the guns is for,
And for me and house, we will serve the lord,
A full blown seventh day adventist the streets I ain't missing,
And everyday it's not a girl but my bible that I'm kissing,
Now that's some deep stuff and I say what I mean,
If the next man nice the one before is bad so lets say I'm in between,
So you don't want it real, and you don't want it fake,
So your existence disappears like the high top fade,
A deadbeat dad married a abusive mom and got laid,
You staring at me, I am what they made.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
ldentically Mistaken (Kwame The Greats & Stacks-A-Million's First Collab!!)
Guys go crazy over this type of girl,
She always pay people no mind cause she's in her own world,
The girl think she fly and look better then the rest,
A human size barbie with the matching b-cup chest,
Fresh sneakers and chanell perfume,
She outta this world the girl from Neptune,
She only shop ain't got time to hit the books,
Every time She walk by a nigga she give him dirty looks, Every girl Envies her and every guy doesn't like her,
And every other day of the week a girl wanna fight her,
But in secret, she's a slide, a easy one time joyride,
Her legs is the only math she knew how to divide,
Hot tension and fumes fill up the room when she walk this way,
The girl got no mind her bra size D is higher then her grades,
She walks back home on the gloomy path of bad,
To her jobless mom and her alcoholic dad,
Runs to go check the mail the mailbox was full,
She scans through them sees a letter addressed to her from her school,
She wonder what it is by now it's raining with thunder,
Come to find out she, won't be graduating this summer,
She goes inside the house open the door of death,
As daddy drags her in the room alcohol still on his breath,
Her mom cries to herself cause she knows she's next, While she hears her husband forcing her daughter to have sex,
The same girl that thinks she got it going on like that,
Is looking in the mirror thinking she's ugly and fat,
If she was such a dime how come she didn't have a man,
But little did she know there was one with a plan,
The kid name was Maxamillion talked his way into her life,
Word got around school that they was hubby and wife,
Days turned into to months and he got what he wanted,
After all those times she sat there and fronted,
He took away her V or known as virginity,
And soon Maxamillion turned into a enemy,
The same guys that dropped jaws now shake they head in shame,
This girl never liked Nintendo but she fell for the game,
She tried to be something that god wouldn't even wanna make,
And she blew her chance like candles on a birthday cake, Now look who's all alone on the road of the forgotten,
The delicate conceited girl was left out in the cold and now she turned rotten,
The moral of this story is conceited girls just be yourself,
Cause in reality you got as many problems as everybody else.
"The Clean Up Man"
-Kwame The Great (The Name Says It All)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
she's a dime and she knows it
i would never try to holla
only because she wouldn't hear it
she can have whatever man
no need to choose one
so i tell her what she already knows and move on
yea she's kinda cute
but i can't turn her flaws into attributes
confused so she's viewed as rude
and im really not in the mood
to satisfy her ego
her towers have fallen
now she stuck at ground zero
but ya view on yaself is pretty lame
could of been a leading dame
it's sad you suffer inner shame
independent woman who intake the most pain
appear strong but dont want to die alone with there self-gain
they seek a man just as any other woman would...
she just puts up a tougher front,
her relationship will end next month
and do not save me the last dance
because my feet are far from perfect
you will be alone along time...
i hope that it's all worth it...
conceited girls hardly make it in the end
and thats why the prom queen only has 3 friends
she is a rose with the thorns
guarenteed heartbreak,
you all have been warned
to all those taken by a pretty face know this,
her beauty can be a shield unnoticed.....
"The Last Real Nigga Left"
-Steven Devaughn
She always pay people no mind cause she's in her own world,
The girl think she fly and look better then the rest,
A human size barbie with the matching b-cup chest,
Fresh sneakers and chanell perfume,
She outta this world the girl from Neptune,
She only shop ain't got time to hit the books,
Every time She walk by a nigga she give him dirty looks, Every girl Envies her and every guy doesn't like her,
And every other day of the week a girl wanna fight her,
But in secret, she's a slide, a easy one time joyride,
Her legs is the only math she knew how to divide,
Hot tension and fumes fill up the room when she walk this way,
The girl got no mind her bra size D is higher then her grades,
She walks back home on the gloomy path of bad,
To her jobless mom and her alcoholic dad,
Runs to go check the mail the mailbox was full,
She scans through them sees a letter addressed to her from her school,
She wonder what it is by now it's raining with thunder,
Come to find out she, won't be graduating this summer,
She goes inside the house open the door of death,
As daddy drags her in the room alcohol still on his breath,
Her mom cries to herself cause she knows she's next, While she hears her husband forcing her daughter to have sex,
The same girl that thinks she got it going on like that,
Is looking in the mirror thinking she's ugly and fat,
If she was such a dime how come she didn't have a man,
But little did she know there was one with a plan,
The kid name was Maxamillion talked his way into her life,
Word got around school that they was hubby and wife,
Days turned into to months and he got what he wanted,
After all those times she sat there and fronted,
He took away her V or known as virginity,
And soon Maxamillion turned into a enemy,
The same guys that dropped jaws now shake they head in shame,
This girl never liked Nintendo but she fell for the game,
She tried to be something that god wouldn't even wanna make,
And she blew her chance like candles on a birthday cake, Now look who's all alone on the road of the forgotten,
The delicate conceited girl was left out in the cold and now she turned rotten,
The moral of this story is conceited girls just be yourself,
Cause in reality you got as many problems as everybody else.
"The Clean Up Man"
-Kwame The Great (The Name Says It All)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
she's a dime and she knows it
i would never try to holla
only because she wouldn't hear it
she can have whatever man
no need to choose one
so i tell her what she already knows and move on
yea she's kinda cute
but i can't turn her flaws into attributes
confused so she's viewed as rude
and im really not in the mood
to satisfy her ego
her towers have fallen
now she stuck at ground zero
but ya view on yaself is pretty lame
could of been a leading dame
it's sad you suffer inner shame
independent woman who intake the most pain
appear strong but dont want to die alone with there self-gain
they seek a man just as any other woman would...
she just puts up a tougher front,
her relationship will end next month
and do not save me the last dance
because my feet are far from perfect
you will be alone along time...
i hope that it's all worth it...
conceited girls hardly make it in the end
and thats why the prom queen only has 3 friends
she is a rose with the thorns
guarenteed heartbreak,
you all have been warned
to all those taken by a pretty face know this,
her beauty can be a shield unnoticed.....
"The Last Real Nigga Left"
-Steven Devaughn
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The World Issues [Something Light]
Man I done did this so many times,
Love unfolding the blinds of ones left behind,
Loving & missing every girl in this world who ain't got nobody to miss them, hug or kiss them,
Trying to prevent this black on black violence,
One minute we all playing, next minute moment of silence,
You see nobody furthers their education, formal relation
Because knowledge is power, how you think the Afghans toppled the tower
Instead of buying books we rather go waste it on Eddie Bowers,
Late night sex, and in the morning wake up to the hot shower,
Guns clapping, niggas rapping, pimp to the hoe slapping,
Whatevers happening, they wanna make a nigga eternally napping,
There's gonna be the haters, that bite off you like alligators,
I predict hostility with weather like Al Cater,
High unemployment keeps rising, young kids keep dying,
Some know how to keep they head up though, so they keep trying,
Some don't know what peace is, so in they gun they trust
Some ain't ever had a girl to love, so all they know is lust
Girls always being confused, they got no reason
Sexuality of em is changing daily like seasons,
Just heard about the black guy who killed his 2 sisters and tried to get the other,
Before cops shot him down, the usual routine for a brother,
You find out your friends ain't the person who you thought to be,
Thats why I'm only worried bout my family and M-E,
You can't defeat the person who has God on their side,
Any situation I get in I wish I could just ride, away,
A lot of people never listen to what I say,
To them I'm just another mouth tryna always figure out,
Things about them and tell them how to live they life,
A lot of people doing things without even thinking twice,
How is it a girl can make so many mistakes and you forgive her call it a truce,
As soon as the guy messes up his neck is in the noose, all hell breaks loose
All a sudden ain't no second chances ain't no moving on with life,
Now she gone, how it feel to get backstabbed with your own knife,
Parents getting stricter on their kids they ain't motivating them no more,
Til the point where the kid commits suicide the bloods on the floor,
Got a black president now, could we ask for more?
But yet the same people who voted for him is not even giving him support,
Everybody losing jobs, technology is replacing us,
We losing all confidence, moral, and trust,
Within ourselves we don't know what to believe I feel this poem was a must.
Love unfolding the blinds of ones left behind,
Loving & missing every girl in this world who ain't got nobody to miss them, hug or kiss them,
Trying to prevent this black on black violence,
One minute we all playing, next minute moment of silence,
You see nobody furthers their education, formal relation
Because knowledge is power, how you think the Afghans toppled the tower
Instead of buying books we rather go waste it on Eddie Bowers,
Late night sex, and in the morning wake up to the hot shower,
Guns clapping, niggas rapping, pimp to the hoe slapping,
Whatevers happening, they wanna make a nigga eternally napping,
There's gonna be the haters, that bite off you like alligators,
I predict hostility with weather like Al Cater,
High unemployment keeps rising, young kids keep dying,
Some know how to keep they head up though, so they keep trying,
Some don't know what peace is, so in they gun they trust
Some ain't ever had a girl to love, so all they know is lust
Girls always being confused, they got no reason
Sexuality of em is changing daily like seasons,
Just heard about the black guy who killed his 2 sisters and tried to get the other,
Before cops shot him down, the usual routine for a brother,
You find out your friends ain't the person who you thought to be,
Thats why I'm only worried bout my family and M-E,
You can't defeat the person who has God on their side,
Any situation I get in I wish I could just ride, away,
A lot of people never listen to what I say,
To them I'm just another mouth tryna always figure out,
Things about them and tell them how to live they life,
A lot of people doing things without even thinking twice,
How is it a girl can make so many mistakes and you forgive her call it a truce,
As soon as the guy messes up his neck is in the noose, all hell breaks loose
All a sudden ain't no second chances ain't no moving on with life,
Now she gone, how it feel to get backstabbed with your own knife,
Parents getting stricter on their kids they ain't motivating them no more,
Til the point where the kid commits suicide the bloods on the floor,
Got a black president now, could we ask for more?
But yet the same people who voted for him is not even giving him support,
Everybody losing jobs, technology is replacing us,
We losing all confidence, moral, and trust,
Within ourselves we don't know what to believe I feel this poem was a must.
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