Monday, September 27, 2010

they say i'ma nigga
pure and simple
a simple and pure nigga who is lazy and doesn't like the thought of work
to read...
to live...
i'd rather be whoo banging than trying to buy some land live comfortably
or...
I'm an Oreo... black on the outside and white on inside
even when the sky cried in 2005, my life was worth that of human feces
of dead bodies and unending tears
I'm just starting to getting it right man
ya understand
Got my latino homies reminding me everyday
i'm a slave that picks cotton and that they need a new pair of socks
old dixieland mental
and seth macfarland reminds that there are equal opportunity assholes walking
talking
breathing
seething in the pores
getting under the skin
tickling the sins that lied dormant as they grow hungry for more
worthless piece of...
shit colored monkey who won't amount to shit
excuse me as i vent
recompense of a wicked boy into a saved man who's back-slidden
my heart is hidden,but revealed truly to only one
and she know who she is
no kidding right now
but Mad homo in the hip hop industry
ask sidney starr he/she will tell u who laid the pipe
threw the yike
secretly wants to be a frisco dyke...
i'm sorry...
debra loved the ladies
just so happened we loved the same one ;-)
Alieus Sun out for no reason
cause its the writing season
i guess...

Monday, February 09, 2009

been dead
been dead
no right said fred shit here cause it's unclear
so unclear
and the fear eats slowly knowing that the skin is hollow and numb
dum with no b
opened eyes but can't see
impersonal personally reaching inside chests to kick start still hearts
failed b4 the true start of the whatevers and whatnots
mims was hot 4 a minute and we jumped on the bandwagon
ass and nuts dragging
niccas can't get right
still soaked in the deep dark nite
dead
niccas been done got dead
4get what was said and believe in the truth and those who surround
and stop being so down dammit

Sunday, November 30, 2008

deep fears reside deep where the passion now hides
scared to offend,
but now i don't wanna die
i don't wanna die
die with the fact that my close friends think i'm just trying to get by
that i don't wanna even try
maybe i'm dead right now and don't even know it
walking dead that can't rest gentle in his soil made bed
where the worms seek to feast deep within old barren black skin drinking in old time sins
from emmit till to mr.cotten weary whom i clearly see is still far better than me
or rather i
but i won't die
i won't die
at the end the of the day
month
year
the tears are still seen clear my dear because i adhere to a long dead way of reasoning
though the seasons have changed and the pain is still on my brain niggaz still complain
i still complain
but the complaints fall on deaf ears and the tears go where there is no proper seasoning
seasons change, feelings change
but it seems like i remain the same
and really,honest to God, it's a damn shame
passion lies in my right hand
love in my left
poetry is in my soul
music is in my every breath
God is my creator
so what do i have to fear
fear is a weakness that i'm so familiar with that it makes me sick to my stomach
but not sick enough to run from it

Sunday, November 16, 2008

"Soothe Me Baby"

soothe me baby
soooothe me
soothe me with your kindness
because right now i'm feeling mindless without u here
without u near i feel like the husk of a man who can bearly stand, but i manage if only by the grace of God
and just the thought of seeing your smile again
your kiss is as intoxicating as the most potent gin and i'd gladly drink u in if only for the feeling that u help me to feel
and when the world starts to get me down
and the smile you put on my face inches into a frown
u start to soothe me baby
soooothe me
soothe me with your...
your....
beautiful spirit and the come hither stare
and wherever you are i so want to be there
because your smile is a smile that seems like it was born from the heavens
perfect like a 7
on a scale of 1 to 10 you're an 11
the angel of my dreams who keeps me pushing on
i long for the warmth of touch and the taste of your kiss
you're lingering in my heart so bad oh this caramel miss
she is like an immaculate piece of art born in flesh form standing
i'm so in awe that her presence is commanding
body built like a goddess, her every step in demanding
so when i start to see my skies start to grey
she shows me this smile born of the suns rays
she's soothes me baby
she soooothes me
soothes me with her...
her...
her beautiful brown eyes the likes of which seems to hold no sadness,
but you could lose yourself in them if you stared too long
she fills me up with a new type of love
the kind that feels right, that makes me feel like i belong
i think she was an angel in a previous life
because the love we have feels sanctified
i know in my heart that this love is true
i know it every time i look deep into her eyes
she helps me to be a better man
even if i'm not doing so well
makes me smile even when i don't want to
by telling me some outlandish tale
makes me cry,laugh,man-up and sing her name
and it's all done at the same time
just had to praise her for just loving me so
so i thought to immortalize her in this rhyme
so when i feel like i can't go on
she picks me up,dusts me off, and helps me to be strong
the woman just soothes me baby
sooothes me
she soothes me with her kindness
Lord you know her powerful loving is
soothing to me

:-)

Friday, November 14, 2008

"a little benediction..."

i wait for my divine benediction
for it to rain on me like water in a shower
just to feel the love again
to be awash in the power

i wait for my quiet benediction
to speak louder to me in the most unbearable way
maybe i would still like pushing on
maybe my heart and mind wouldn't stray

don't know why i'm running
don't know why i can't stay
don't know who's coming
to claim me on judgement day
don't know if what lies for me is heaven
because me and my father haven't talked in so long
there's still a love for him in my heart
don't know if all i do is wrong
maybe i've crossed that line
turned into a habitual line stepper
don't know if i'll see my mom
or my grandmother though i have never met her

i wait for my benediction to come
though it seems like i won't get answer
this is my broken,often fun-filled,shattered life
but i don't really know what's the matter

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

its been along time
amongst the hard rhymes and sexy dymes i 4got about u
nothing remains true
so nothing stays the same
im playing n a whole new ballgame that feels just like the same old same
so i try not 2 complain
and i just play my part n silence
defiance is n my name and with it brings a searing pain
then the rain pours
4 score and 7 years, many more tears and a bottle of beer
got so wrapped up n me i neglected u
neglected 2 the point that i 4got u and how u made me feel
i learned how 2 deal on my own
but 2 know avail, seems like i made own personal hell n these footsteps i walk
but i know if i stop walking i will surely die... so i choose 2 keep moving
many people on this earth dont kno my name and despite my faults and my shame u will kno it
cause ill continue 2 flow with it
hell gimme a chance and u will surely sing the shit
Cause im Vone aka...
and i can seem 2 do this shit all day
as long as i dont 4get about u
my words that bear an enigmatic meaning 2 have me seeing n2 my past future's or future's past
as long as i dont 4get

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

remember me through my remembered flow, time will start 2 show that my complacent,adjacent mind has the rhyme 2 grow, i sowed the seed and never is there a want or need while others wallow in the greed the lord freed me from that habit
i was a silly rabbit who had bits of brilliance sprinkled on him and my resilience was that of a persistant naive bastard who walked up 2 sayaka chareese jones asked her "do u wanna b my girlfriend?" in a southern drawl
i'm quite southern y'all unforgiven plain simple quick 2 skeet on u like a ripened pimple my flow would pimp u like a pimp named slickback he'd tip his hat slap ya face and say how effin' gansta was that
born 2 rap,rhyme, and provide broken hopes and somber soliloquy, u may not admit, but i set'cha soul free because you'll remember me...
i'm from many days gone by but still i think of u ,thinkin of a truth and thinking of a truer brew, i move
nomadic asiatic bastard who once wanted 2 touch the cunt of sandy gavins niggaz stayed laughing but i was dead ass moved past ekeisha green 2 porn glaring on my t.v. screen lotion in hand
DAMN!!!!
and i'll remain T.M.I. till the die we die
I'LL HOLLA
2b cuntinued