Wish I
had something to offer
something thats awesome
much like an all star
some life to author
all the haters get off him
hes none like the others
so don’t even bother
stay closer than brothers
twisted in the bottle
life’s repercussion
beats and percussion
keep keeping him cussin
make sure he ain’t nothing
ever to fuck with
they lost in discussing
its not an option
he ain’t sick no more
he’s fucking disgusting
his flow is ingenious
his glow is distinguished
a star to outshine the rest
he’s forever fiending
for beats and for green ‘n
for love in between
the sheets, sheet music
he’s reading
keeps confirming his thoughts
his dream ain’t that crazy
no matter what its cost
he’s gotta try it now
its worth sleeping on cots so
til death or the hospital
conceive the impossible
and execute the plot so
that it all becomes logical
Archive for June, 2010|Monthly archive page
Wish I…
In (un)Spoken Word, Best of... on June 24, 2010 at 6:10 amYour Teachers Were Wrong
In Uncategorized on June 15, 2010 at 9:13 pmWho knew you fellas
could get loud as Vuvuzelas
it aint our fault were misinformed hearing what our teachers tell us
try to compel us
with stories of sailors
but Columbus ain’t alone
african statues made of stone
found on mexico’s eastern coast
got a story of their own
but it largely goes unknown
like the racism of Woodrow
Wilson
these stilt men
we prop up until were jilted
until our intellect is wilted
our heroes more then human
this is more than mild bemusement
this is why confusion
gets passed down thru generations
like the teachings of Confucius
to get to the truth root of it
takes a lot more questions
alot more than sixty seconds
of a rap on a blog
take your time to digest it
then do your own research
on where your teachers went wrong
Terrible Tongue
In Uncategorized on June 14, 2010 at 3:49 pmDay out day in
it never ends
white walls
white squalls
push a quill pen
hearts will break
minds will mend
but nothing will be
as it was then
Red blue gray
green rain fall spray
stay far
stay far away
under rock run
does the soul from the sun
when it’s gotten too hot
to face with a gun
bridges collapse
memories lapse
nothing brings back
the audience clap
so you run a hundred laps
under a hunger strike
wasting a day away
with the useless you write
dark is the day that doesn’t know night
deadly is the moon without it’s sun
who knows the who you just might become
I Eat Beats liketheywere Fried Meat
In Best of... on June 10, 2010 at 4:16 amI eat beats like they were fried meat
the only way i’d get beat, is if you were 5 me’s
so try me
go off like a metal detector, don’t shit get by me
I’m limey as they come
stole a fifth of vodka to trade for a fourth rum
do the dumbest shit
i can come up with
like dinner after your 5th Jaeger
I come up quick
you get sewn up, and done up, split
like two tens right before i hit
like the weed before the pipe is lit
i’m mischievous but on some righteous shit
so if you’re deceiving us, i’ll get you in the tightest grip
twist your spine til your vitals quit
and your last breath admits
then i’m gone, like dust in the wind
yeah right yall know i’m on some bullshit
i’m the man behind the curtain, go ahead, pull it
The Rabid Vision
In Uncategorized on June 9, 2010 at 5:34 pmImagine Vision
a rabid villian
rambling thru the backstreets and villa-
ges, pillaging
eyes cold, chilling men
to their spine/soul, illing them
finding gold along the road
but mostly lost in his own
zone a pariah
on the dark side of the fire
burning for his art the way the blood is in his heart
the way every poem starts
the same
with a blank page
the way they cover weed smell by burning sage
the way he puts words together as though he’s in a rage
focused and in a cage
until he says everything he needs to say for the day
then he’s gone
back along the road
in search of another poem
A Weekend In Reverse – Go Celtics!
In Weekend Rap-Up on June 7, 2010 at 6:05 pmLakers lost to Boston
ain’t that awesome
with summer finally within reach
spent the afternoon chilling at the hidden beach
ain’t that hidden, that shit was pretty packed
didn’t do a damn thing all day but relax
Saturday’s a different tale
started drinking ale
at 3 in the pm on our brewery tour
don’t worry it was nothing like Coors
naw we had some flat earth
it’s worth a taste if you’re in the twin cities
come on meet up with me
soon as you enter
we’ll party at a Ukranian event center
for the wedding of a close friend
to say stop, we don’t know when
we keep go-ing and go-ing
leaving lesser party people ghosting
i’m truth telling not boasting
Friday night laid low went to get him to the greek
I was geeked
puffy was actually funny
definitely worth the theatre money
that’s all for now, a weekend in a verse
now for all that’s, a weekend in reverse
A Diary in 4 Parts
In Uncategorized on June 4, 2010 at 9:07 pm1. The Beginning
down town from James Brown
the shouts of the crowd rained down
i felt hot sparks hit the hot ground
in a hot black middle of a midnight town
2. Death
old men wander whittle life down
to a bone or a piece of home
found on the ground
picked up and forgotten
left inside a pocket
left up at a bus stop
with a picture inside a locket
3. Life
of a girl who meant the world
to a man at one time
but now is just a ghost lost in the middle of a rhyme
caught between the lines
like words left unsaid
sometimes she thinks she’d be better off dead
4. Fate
but there’s a soul on a bus on the road she can trust
on his way to her door through the sun setting dusk
up set at once, he is determined as twice
and bets his life as he rides through the big city night
I’ll Fight You Memorial Day Weekend
In Weekend Rap-Up on June 3, 2010 at 4:13 pmMemorial Day
I loved you in a horrible way
woke up saturday
mad at friday night
mad at the red dragon
and it’s drink special delights
mad at lakefront tap house
for getting our ass tossed out
screw them, we got character,
they lost out
on the way to sleep
the gyro shop said stay away please
just cuz we knocked over there in-store AC
so I caught Z’s best I could
on an uncomfortable couch
woke 9 oclock the next morning, i was glad to be out
7 pm came
i was doing the same thang
back in uptown to put some drinks down
flippy cup champ, the talk of the town
random old dudes partying on the porch
bag of wine, can of beer, liquor of all sorts
then the time came to head to Mortimers
is there ever a good time to head to mortimers?
whatever, i spoke some sort of words
tried to order hours d’oeuvres
instead went back to Jays
smoked more herbs
woke up with my head
on an inflatable bed
630 am, eyes blood red
wondering when this weekend will end
that night, i just kicked it real light
watched movies and chilled right
it was cool but left me with nothing left to write
whatever Memorial day
i’ll get you next year
you got it coming your way
