The vibrator ( or why i stopped loving hip hop)

You used to turn me on
on my block
because i'm a gangsta
and i wanna thank ya
for making moves
seducing me with your grooves
for fucking me
then chucking me

Hip hop is dead
but its rhythm lives inside my head
the day before yesterday was Wed-
nesday
thats the phonetic pronunciation
and this is my poetic urban creation
even though it sounds absurd
everything you've heard
was planned and plotted down to the last word
you better act like you know it
signed, yours truly, the angry poet.

Break Through

I'll stare first
you sit there
I've this rare thirst
to be a player
you say something
I'll say a prayer first
stop laughing
i know its a rare verse
believe me many fare worse
you laugh like an angel
stop it! i know what you're doing
warning signs of DANGER
i'm who's meant to do the wooing
tell me one of your secret dreams
oh! i cant believe you just said that!
is this really what it seems?
i didn't even hear what you said last
wait-

does this mean we're falling in love?

Cry Baby

Flies, way too many flies
where in hell is his mother?
he cries, louder and louder he cries
no one's brave enough to bother

to lend a helping hand
oh, i understand

its cold, this world we're in is cold
he'd rather learn that here than tomorrow
when he's old, it'll make sense when he's old
how we all feed off of his sorrow.

Serve chilled.

How did he die?
but she would not tell
she would not cry
"You can all go to hell!"

Though his wounds were surface
her sorrow was deep
"Today we serve our purpose
tomorrow we sleep."

Still she would not shed a tear
pulling her lover's corpse to her side
she put her lips to his lifeless ear
"I forgive you, i'm just sorry you lied."

Then the poison in her blood dissolved
so two lives that night abruptly ended
as for motives of murder still unresolved
the truth would come to light as she'd intended

A suicide note was found without hassle
tucked safely in the death grip of her hand;
"Every man wants to be king of his castle
and each woman the most beautiful in the land."

I cant say murder

Cocoa skin
despite how much coffee she drinks
the way she looked that night
made the stars shine especially bright
the gods were right not to let me in
i didnt win
but no matter what i think
I cant say murder

I know where she's sore
but does whe understand
what it means to be a man?
the youth i'd have to give up
expectations to which i cant live up
I wished i was more
after i saw her that night
i could have given up my sight
but no matter how hard i fight
I cant say murder

I lost her
because i wouldnt play second fiddle
to everything else in her universe
I lost her when i put me first
seeing her that night i died a little
and felt like such an impostor
you should have seen her, like she was made of light
but no matter what i feel is right
I cant say murder

See that night i saw her pain
and couldnt believe i was its source
how does unrequited love morph into undesired force?
we should have just danced in the rain
cos she looked like magic in the moonlight
but i understood something, seeing her that doomed night
I couldnt make her happy so instead i just hurt her
they'll try to say i killed her but i still cant say its murder.


*Special thanks to Nice for that inspiring title. Hope you get to see this someday.