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Unemployment Day 31

In Unemployed on December 23, 2009 at 9:32 pm

It’s a Wednesday and i woke up late

Breakfast in bed, PB toast and eggs

Hooked the lady up, then it was time to make moves

Spin some records, write rhymes and break grooves

down into beats you can feel in your feet

that bounce in your heart as you walk down the street

Off to the bank, trying to get some change

Takes a little longer cuz something looks strange

Opened a new account, know they got doubts…

all of sudden it’s ok, i grab my bills and I’m out

Down to Joe’s Market and my old side of town

Where all the college kids and degenerates get down

Basement rooms, but big screens with surround sound

Watch how all of your worries get drowned out

It’s going down now,

back to the crib to hook up an old friend

Burn some sage, slap a 5 and exchange ends

Then it’s on to doing work, I can’t pretend

that  I got time to waste til the day that I’m dead

Post a new article, compose a new rap

send a mass e-mail, networking’s where it’s at

Back to facebook to add some admins

This last show should definitely be slamming

http://www.facebook.com/thehotboxmusic

Now I’m writing my rap of the day

before I head out and hit the Highway

Looks like a storm is in the brewing on the way

to the Brew yes we’ll be doing our thang

It’s cold out for now, hurry up next sprang

Can’t wait til the warm weather hit-its

Making Moves ’010 let’s go out and get it

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Unemployment Day 25

In Unemployed on December 17, 2009 at 5:42 pm

Fresh from a meeting at Minnesota Work Force
boredom or depression, which one hurts more?
Guess I wouldn’t know, cuz I haven’t been neither
It’s refreshing to stay at home all day without a fever

I actually have got a lot things done
Productivity and ambition can be kind of fun
Grad school, consider yourself applied to
Friends who need rides to work, i can give rides to

I’m writing articles for Examiner, i’ll let you know when they’re up
I’m exploring my interests, from breaking news stories to James Brown rare cuts

Ok sometimes I have a little too much time
If that’s the case, i just use it to rhyme
And I admit these homeless pet commercials are really sad
And these Spanish soap operas, are really where it’s at

Just kidding, now I got the time to scrub dishes
Keep the house clean, figure out things
I wonder how I got anything done when I had a 9 to 5
I guess i was over worked like most Americans, didn’t realize

Now I real rhyme, in real time
and ain’t over hungry when it comes to meal time
I’ll take this time as a transition
Everything has a reason, every day I have a mission
So come back on the regular and find out about Vision
Everyday spitting, trying to pass on a little wisdom

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Unemployment Day 16, A Band Apart

In Unemployed on December 8, 2009 at 7:28 am

I had a conversation through a phone
and put it into a poem
About how I’m on my own
I get a little too stoned
How I’m lost in direction
and regress when I go home

How I put all of my weight, all my momentum and my focus
Into a band that vanishes in hands hocus pocus
But i guess it isn’t so nuts
to suppose us
we would find
a hole in between both us like we donuts, I don’t mind
Maybe Visions perspective was out of focus, and in time
our opposite directions will cross on down the line

Besides it isn’t like this is the first time in my life
Without a band behind me when I’m in front of the mic
I’m no bambi when the hunter shot his father’s wife
But sometimes I’m in the woods when it comes to real life

Sometimes surreal is what real feels like
Sometimes my teeth can become steel knives
I can rhyme two words before I even realize
And i can reach thru TV and slap the real house wives

Maybe this time is my time, I redefine my paradigm
I can shift it if I’m gifted I can find a way to shine
To have the sun reflect off of the thoughts up in my mind
And fast forward so fast and forward I forget how to rewind

It’s confusing cuz sometimes to get forward you look behind
And at the moment I’m in the middle staring at horizontal lines
It’s a quarter life crisis at age Twenty Five
I’ll figure it out tomorrow in the meanwhile I’ll be fine

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Miller Park, Unemployed Day 8

In Unemployed on December 1, 2009 at 5:20 pm

Yo I use to roll hot dogs at the MP
That’s Miller Park for those who don’t know me
Yes, the young and nervous me
was an O G
of the customer service scene
I wrote poetry

While I packed beer cases
Dealt with the old timers with patience
I rolled with a clique, by that I mean friends
Who all worked together to get those ends
Sixteen didn’t mean much when I was that age
Looking back how could i not miss those days?

We knew we were the coolest,
locking eachother in coolers
See, we had ice without jewelers
wrapping cotton candy round the stick we would fool a
round, handing out all types of freebies
Back then falling in love was so easy

When the breeze hit the field
and the lights lit the night
I could feel my heart heavy
as she came in to sight

And the workers would leave
and head out to Denny’s
and stay up late
trading coffee for pennies

I’ll never forget those summers
under bright lights, friends with the runners
Up late working but always with your friends
Something about those days never seems to end

And now, I just applied for the Twins new ball park
I’m going 2 for 2 yall, I’ll let you know in March

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Unemployment Day 7

In Unemployed, Weekend Rap-Up on November 30, 2009 at 7:21 pm

Wake up slow on Monday, toss the bed coverings
It’s been a long weekend i’m still recovering
From the Nomads the Club Bradys the High Hats
From the Landmarks and nights with five acts
From the Yields the Long Wongs and Ugly Mugs
from a weekend soak in a tub of suds

I’m still heart bleeding from art in cold seasons
From waking up sneezing, cold mornings and hot showers
From having to get up at ungodly hours
From the morning commute
To rapping but feeling mute
Like no one in the world’s been on my route

Still reeling from reality in 9 to 5 form
From the fiend to perform
From long lost loves that show up in your late nights
To long conversations that keep you awake nights

I’m a twenty something still recovering
from a recession the greatest this side of the Depression
from too many trys and not learning my lesson
from nights too high, to days too stressing
I admit this rap shit is a blessing

So I need a job I know,
but I need some space to grow
to find out what my rhymes about and where i want to go
So for that reason, I won’t be too stressed
Don’t get it twisted I’ll apply for jobs yes
But for the first time out of the workplace since sixteen
I’ma use this moment to live, learn and BREATH

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Unemployment: Day Two

In Unemployed on November 25, 2009 at 4:55 pm

Wake up later then usual, it’s Day Two,
of Unemployment, trying to see my way through
A maze of paperwork, technicalities -
HR sending checks, it ain’t ended yet? -
But in reality…

I should be job hunting, not rhyming and blogging
Minute by minute document and cataloging
the events as the unfold
but i gotta get my truth told, so who knows

I got plenty friends that lost plenty ends, when
their jobs stopped paying em
when off they started laying em
we might end up a lost generation

Like tech college graduates in the late 70′s
whose skills were obselete soon as they got their degrees
So they started rigging sound systems up to street lights
There skills brought the party out, put sound in the night

So i’ll swing a downturn upside down
untie my tie, write something up right now
Use my skills to pay the bills,
even if i got a miss a few meals

That’s all for now, I gotta run quick
to toss back a few, knock pins over at Brunzwick

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The Laid-Off Rap

In Unemployed on November 24, 2009 at 4:52 pm

Have you ever been laid off?
Feel like you got ripped off by Bernie Madoff?
Boss calls you in tells you, “take the rest of the day off”
Your like “f**k that!” I’m eating my chicken in the fridge
Going on-line and playing a game of cribbage
Taking a dump in the stall, rip a cig in the kitchen
After all this time, yall will remember Vision

Next day wake up sign up for unemployment
I love filling out forms i do it for my enjoyment
Waiting in lines is my kind of a good time
It gives me time to think of what I should rhyme

Should I use this line to talk about the recession?
About how I’m going to avoid my own depression?
Should I use this space to space out and just ramble?
Should I bet my future on a musical gamble?

I guess I’ll just let the opportunity pass
And write something about signing up for classes
Networking for a job and sending in resumes
Having early-in night and get-busy days
Stop going to movies, find new ways to save
Who knows, I still got writing skills, i still got my age

So this could be a second blessing in disguise,
gimme a second first, let me use my third eye
I see a bright lights and trumpets sounding in the distance
Looks like the future’s still bright for Vision

It’s practically blinding, So I will be reminded
of all that I have, and stop whining
Thanks to Ed, Chris, Andy and Derek
Yall will be missed this is apparent
And all the good dudes at my last company
I won’t say the name, but thanks for all ya done for me
Vision will be good, yall knew that I would
But just for good luck I’m a knock on some wood

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