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Thursday, May 14, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Poetry: High Fashion
Call me a chicken Mcf*ck it
Cuz I like getting sauced
I rock virgins
I'm bursting the cherry on top
Stop fronting like the bars aint hot
A lot of you rappers steal flows
Just know, I don't have time
Your music doesn't move me
Nope, not by a landslide
Are you gonna stand by
When the lead fly?
And tweet R.I.P
When ya man's die?
Besides the fact
You take shots, but
Y'all ran out of ammo
These strippers man
They can't keep on they damn clothes
I told her you tore it up
When you was down low
And this bar fa Shawn
Because that chapter is closed
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Poetry: Police Brutality
Put your hands up
Where I can see them boy!
If you act up
I got the laser sight aimed
At your beenie boy
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Labels: cops, poetry, police brutality, street life
Monday, April 13, 2015
Poetry: Insecurity
Some dudes turn up
To compensate for feeling low
And mute the world
When haters give them what they owed
Travel around the world
Buy expensive chains and fancy clothes
Insecurity is a mother
And it shows
That music today
Lacks substance
It's the basic undertone
I wish that, we fix that
And switch the roles
If you need designer things
It probably means
All of your life you heard was "no."
Not to mention, the attention
That you craved as a kid
You didn't listen
Now you try to make up for it
If you learned nothing
Here's something, so make your move
Buying expensive sh*t
Will never make you
The smartest person in the room
Labels: insecurity, poem, rap, writing
Saturday, April 11, 2015
The Do's and Don'ts of a Pool Party
There's nothing like stripping down to your bathing suit, and jumping into the pool. We've all done it at least once in our lives. Some of us are better at it than others. Pool parties can be loads of fun, but only if you have the right attire. You want to be fashionable, without looking like you're trying too hard. Here are some do's and don'ts of pool parties, and don't be caught without a bathing suit, please.
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Labels: blog, do, don't, fashion, humor, pool party, writing
Friday, April 10, 2015
Poetry: Chiraq
I'm from the city of the Chi
Where I used to reside
Gunshots every night
A war zone, no lie
Excuse me for a minute
I gotta keep it real wit mines
Don't forget, you can't rep that 6 without 5
Gang life in my city
Has built a divide
Dudes is drawing they trey's
Because he reppin' a seis
Every cinco de mayo
Somebody getting sprayed
Are my people liable
To take responsibility for what they say?
On the block, selling rocks
In any weather
If you don't remember this poem
I'll leave you with something clever
You can't win the war
If you ain't fighting together
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Poetry: Homeless
A penny for your thoughts
And a dollar for your broken dreams
Living on the street
Trying to make ends meet
That money is something
To give their spirits a lift
So picture this
The poor giving to the poor
And the rich not giving a sh*t
I hope you're listening
Because you can't hear their cries
In a Benz, well it depends
If your eyes come in contact with his
That man or woman on the street
Hustling to make ends meet
Some treat them with no respect
They neglect the steps it took
Get a good look at poverty
This could be you
Lose all your property
But gain a new insight on life
And that's no lie
You earned a life lesson
That money can't buy
The homeless...
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Poetry: The Musician
I come from a place
Where dudes get baked to get the cake
Women can't face facts
So they get a doctor to fix their face
If this is rap
I must be out my place
And being fake
Is exactly what it takes
To be successful
Sh*t is stressful
My mind sometimes gets in the way
And when I dream I see notes
But I gotta spend c-notes
To get my record played
Some say you can't progress
Without getting saved
We all sing the same song
Just pawns in the game
In the rap race
Creativity takes 2nd place
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Poetry: The Artist
Painting his pain with his paintbrush
Color pumps through his veins
He gets high on portraits and outlines
That rush of painting the perfect stroke
He has a love affair with his palette
A little bit of this
A little bit of that
He throws a dash of creativity
In his art stew
The melting pot of color begins
He merges fact with fiction
In the ultimate harmony
Between canvas and color
Immaculate detail borders OCD
He stops at nothing to finish
Like no other....the artist
Labels: artist, drawing, paintbrush, poetry
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Poetry: Chain Smoker
Inhale death and exhale life
These white sticks outline my body in chalk
I know it's killing me
But it's hard to walk
Away, keep them far away from me
Please, don't judge
What don't you understand?
Hell, I don't understand it myself
I must be wealthy
All the cigarettes I've smoked
Or just very petty
That I can't say "no."
After every meal
I need me a smoke
When I'm not smoking
All I think about is taking a toke
That rope around my neck
Is far too tight
Loosen the grip a bit
Or take my life
I used to smoke like a chimney
My lungs and smoke would always fight
Quitting cigarettes never felt so right
Labels: chain, cigarettes, poetry, smoker, tobacco
Friday, February 20, 2015
Poetry: A Perfect Place
Let me go to a perfect place
The grass never has to be cut
It gets greener as the days
Go by, I always say
It's not how much money you make
It's how you spend it
I never meant it
When I doubted your existence
Take me to a place
With a golden spiral staircase
Music 24/7
And a smiling angel face
Family you almost forgot about
Laughing and hugs all around
Yes, I'm talking heaven
If you couldn't read between the lines
It's fine, the meaner people
Who were deemed to be evil
They couldn't make it in time
Good food, and even better conversation
Erasing all your sins from within
No clocks, just lots of love
That joyous place from above
It's heaven....yeah, it's heaven
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Poetry: My Pride
Sometimes I hold my pride inside
In a way, I think I'm saving lives
Internally, it's built a divide
Between me, myself, and I
Why try to change this?
I'm not trying to be famous
Laid this verse down on a page, when
I'm stressed from life is what I'm saying
Speak when spoken to
I wonder who can do this?
What would life be like without my ego?
Paradise, sipping a screwdriver with my people
We're all equal in the eyes of the creator
Some were birthed sooner
And some a little later
If words could kill
Would you still want to talk to me?
Roll your eyes, flip your hair
And even scoff at me
Is it prophecy?
I can't come second to none
Sometimes the tongue is mightier than the gun
My pride...
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Poetry: Mirror, Mirror on The Wall
I often talk to my reflection
As if it was a different person
Separate from me
It seems that it was certain
The person staring back
Isn't who he seems
His evil eyes aren't a reflection of me
I always thought I was a good person
Not letting negativity affect this
Now I'm seeing it from another perspective
My soul is enclosed in this human mold
I know that I'm supposed to grow old
If wisdom comes with age
Then why does time pass so slow?
Will I ever find the time to do no wrong?
This bitter sweet feeling pulls my strings
The puppeteer and the puppet are fighting
For control, good and evil thoughts
I'm often lost.....in my reflection
Labels: creative, mirror, poetry, reflection, writing
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Positivity Conquers All
Many people in life often make excuses. I've been guilty of this myself, but I have recognized my faults. Everyone is trying to find the meaning of life. Where did we come from and where are we going? Getting ahead in this world is difficult without help.
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Labels: all, conquers, inspirational, positive, writing
Poetry: Addicted to You
Baby, you're my sweetest escape
Will I figure out the truth
If I lie awake?
It's just me and you
Under the moon's rays
You're not perfect
That's what they say
If I had it my way
I'd bury all of your mistakes
In the backyard
It's so hard to forget your face
We own this moment
So hold it in your heart, love
I can't talk to you
Because you always want to spark up
You've been spending all your green
On buying green
I get left supporting
Your habit, gotta have it
First thing in the morning
It caused me so much pain
You've been faithful at cheating on me
With Mary Jane
Labels: marijuana, poem, relationship, weed, writing