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.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
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?
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.
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.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
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."
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."
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