- Apr 20, 2006
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I do different stuff....it ain't just rap... sometimes I write poetry...peep this right quick... I got a couple gems... hopefully by getting more in touchwith what I do and who I am as a person and an artist, you guys will appreciate the music/poetry more. These are three pretty personal pieces. Enjoy! Also,featured on the latest release from my record label, REAL RECOGNIZE REALRECORDS, is a couple songs from yours truly as well as a DVD with several live performances. They even filmed me doing the spoken word thing at a localpoetry jam. Check out the link.
The Looking-Glass Self
Who am I, who are you, and how do you know me?
Can you pay attention? If so, what do you owe me?
Who AM I to you, and were you the same you before me?
Reflected in the broken glass, poorly...
Lies a story...surely you know me better
You see my jeans, New Balances, and full-zip sweaters
You know my ins and my outs down to the letter
The hear me clearly when I say "I'm down for whatever!"
And I see that you see this,
Deep inside I ask-- Is it "me" that you see, OR is it "me" being "this"?
This being breeds on the perception of misconception
Not semen, no erection, thus there's no protection
Just as the rays of the sun bounce into the retina
I reflect an image, persona, et cetera
And it registers, and it radiates back
So instead of the, regular point of view
An annointed few-- can see the self as he sees "the Self" through "The Other"
Almost bro...Almost...
I'm almost happy, almost right
I've almost recovered from all those nights
24 hours a day we gon' fight
Sleep is for the dead, you're not dying aight?
I'm not crying aight, I'm a man up, AND WHAT?
Even though at times I still wanna throw my hands up
And give up, yup, until I stand up
And throw punches in the dark until I land one
And make the wall feel it ALL,
Every ounce of depression in Big Mama's grandson
I've taken so many Xanax bars I think I AM one
...But no Xanax can bring them back
No blunt, no brew, no beat, no track
So I feed those tracks the compassion I lack
The pain I suffered, the past that I can't take back
And it can't take that, so I watch the booth bleed
Truth leads me to the water not slaughter
As it turns out, I sip smoothly because my ship suits me
And the water is the knowlege on which I float
My ship of which I gloat is more than just a boat
It's the desire that feeds me folks,
It's fear plus hope eloped, plus IUN, and that's dope
I ride sound waves---Will said , quote
"Dont believe sh*t till sh*t happen"... nope
Well sh*t happened..... now I captain my own vessel
Caption my own theme music and make it special
Capture my own fate and future, God bless those
That made me who I am and cossed over the threshhold...
I can't dig H.E.R.
it's been rough...
We been down since a __ used to "Jump".. but it feels different, like
Like... a __ missed the bus
This isn't how I remembered us...damn
When I used to talk she would listen
I remember when she used to just kick it with hood __s
But she changed and damnit I can't dig it,
She used to be my little hood mistress
Now she in the club snap dancing having quick romances
She ain't even giving no __s no second chances
I know I ****ed up before, I understand this
BUT... I do you right when I can, shhhh
__s try to say that you're the reason that I ain't the same man, it's
So shady how they try and diss you underhanded
Then they dismiss you, it's official, I can't STAND it!
I love you and I always have, it's just been demandin'
I know I used to skip class for you,
Shhhh real talk, I even skipped *** for you
Cuz I'd see you with them other lil bastards who
Don't love you, they were just passing through
Did my boo like an ATM, cash with-drew
Or withdrawal,
I feel the symptoms of sorrow in our tomorrows
Cuz I don't rock a chain or have a real big name
I'm not like these lyin *** __s (real big manes..)
I treat you the same, I never change up
So I always pitch flame and tear the game up
But I hear you ain't wit it boo
Heard about ya new phone... I ain't making ringtones for you to listen to
You used to sing to me, and I'd spit at you
Now you spitting ON me? This shhh is pityful
Look love, if you ever read this
I'll love you just as long as I'm able to rhyme English
BUT GET OFF THAT *******T! I mean this
Holla at me when you need a new King, it's that simple...
The Looking-Glass Self
Who am I, who are you, and how do you know me?
Can you pay attention? If so, what do you owe me?
Who AM I to you, and were you the same you before me?
Reflected in the broken glass, poorly...
Lies a story...surely you know me better
You see my jeans, New Balances, and full-zip sweaters
You know my ins and my outs down to the letter
The hear me clearly when I say "I'm down for whatever!"
And I see that you see this,
Deep inside I ask-- Is it "me" that you see, OR is it "me" being "this"?
This being breeds on the perception of misconception
Not semen, no erection, thus there's no protection
Just as the rays of the sun bounce into the retina
I reflect an image, persona, et cetera
And it registers, and it radiates back
So instead of the, regular point of view
An annointed few-- can see the self as he sees "the Self" through "The Other"
Almost bro...Almost...
I'm almost happy, almost right
I've almost recovered from all those nights
24 hours a day we gon' fight
Sleep is for the dead, you're not dying aight?
I'm not crying aight, I'm a man up, AND WHAT?
Even though at times I still wanna throw my hands up
And give up, yup, until I stand up
And throw punches in the dark until I land one
And make the wall feel it ALL,
Every ounce of depression in Big Mama's grandson
I've taken so many Xanax bars I think I AM one
...But no Xanax can bring them back
No blunt, no brew, no beat, no track
So I feed those tracks the compassion I lack
The pain I suffered, the past that I can't take back
And it can't take that, so I watch the booth bleed
Truth leads me to the water not slaughter
As it turns out, I sip smoothly because my ship suits me
And the water is the knowlege on which I float
My ship of which I gloat is more than just a boat
It's the desire that feeds me folks,
It's fear plus hope eloped, plus IUN, and that's dope
I ride sound waves---Will said , quote
"Dont believe sh*t till sh*t happen"... nope
Well sh*t happened..... now I captain my own vessel
Caption my own theme music and make it special
Capture my own fate and future, God bless those
That made me who I am and cossed over the threshhold...
I can't dig H.E.R.
it's been rough...
We been down since a __ used to "Jump".. but it feels different, like
Like... a __ missed the bus
This isn't how I remembered us...damn
When I used to talk she would listen
I remember when she used to just kick it with hood __s
But she changed and damnit I can't dig it,
She used to be my little hood mistress
Now she in the club snap dancing having quick romances
She ain't even giving no __s no second chances
I know I ****ed up before, I understand this
BUT... I do you right when I can, shhhh
__s try to say that you're the reason that I ain't the same man, it's
So shady how they try and diss you underhanded
Then they dismiss you, it's official, I can't STAND it!
I love you and I always have, it's just been demandin'
I know I used to skip class for you,
Shhhh real talk, I even skipped *** for you
Cuz I'd see you with them other lil bastards who
Don't love you, they were just passing through
Did my boo like an ATM, cash with-drew
Or withdrawal,
I feel the symptoms of sorrow in our tomorrows
Cuz I don't rock a chain or have a real big name
I'm not like these lyin *** __s (real big manes..)
I treat you the same, I never change up
So I always pitch flame and tear the game up
But I hear you ain't wit it boo
Heard about ya new phone... I ain't making ringtones for you to listen to
You used to sing to me, and I'd spit at you
Now you spitting ON me? This shhh is pityful
Look love, if you ever read this
I'll love you just as long as I'm able to rhyme English
BUT GET OFF THAT *******T! I mean this
Holla at me when you need a new King, it's that simple...
