Can I holla at you for a minute and ask what your name is?
Let me put you up on this and show you how my game is
See, I can take you to my place and kiss you on your lips
I slide a nice surprise right between those hips
I can have you scream my name, calling for Jesus
You heard of Ray J and Kim K? That could be us
But no, I'm not that type of guy to hit it and hide
And have you blowing up my phone like it's suicide
So what I suggest is you let me take you out to dinner
Good company, good conversation, let you see that I'm a winner
Take you out to a movie, maybe whisper in your ear
No kissing and telling, cause what we do stays here
Call you and text you just to tell you how I feel
Never question what I won't do, because you'll know that I will
Maybe you can meet my parents and they will learn to like you
But it really wouldn't matter, Sugar, long as I do
You know, I could be that man, that dude, that one
And you could be my stars, my moon, my sun
Have one another's backs, you fall, and I'm under
But for this to work, I gotta have your name and number.
True.Real.Everlasting
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
M.E.D.I.A
I can see hear, see, and feel you, but I could never touch you
Which is probably a good thing, because sometimes I wanna punch you
I can simply look at you and you can sell me your dream
How come when I look away I don't see the same thing?
Even if I was illiterate I could still read between the lines
Is this just the way of the world?
Or is it the sign of the times?
I lack a valid opinion, pressured to adhere to your standards
When I ask no stupid questions, why do I get ridiculous answers?
I tend to block you out, but my associates associate with you
And even when they can't agree with you, they still share your view
I could live without you, but that seems to be only figurative
They say civilization is dying
You're the reason its as sick as it is
Torn between our worlds, they have to be intertwined
The more I observe you, the more I study myself and my mind
I don't meet your height or weight requirement
Why do I even let you in to my environment?
The more I let you dictate
The more I fabricate
Just so that I can relate
Which allow your words to hold weight
As I come to the realization
That you have no hesitation
In thinking that your lack of education propelled your occupation
This only causes me frustration
You tell me how to
Think
Walk
Dress
Talk
Eat
You feel justified in determining what's beautiful when it's only skin deep
You glorify
Destruction
Judgement
Drugs
Crimes
Obstruction of justice
Mass murder
Suicide
I'm not saying its not there, but its still not fair
How you make us feel
Yet you don't seem to care
My ignorance allows you to influence my actions in parts
But like a transplant, I have a change of heart
I know that I have to accept your power over my world
Or in it
Because no matter how much I'm against you
I'll end up in it
So in this open letter
All I ask is that you do better
To represent me
My people
My life
My struggle
My story
My future
But in me is us, so I guess I mean Ours
Music. Entertainment. Drama, Internet.
Is this Art?
Which is probably a good thing, because sometimes I wanna punch you
I can simply look at you and you can sell me your dream
How come when I look away I don't see the same thing?
Even if I was illiterate I could still read between the lines
Is this just the way of the world?
Or is it the sign of the times?
I lack a valid opinion, pressured to adhere to your standards
When I ask no stupid questions, why do I get ridiculous answers?
I tend to block you out, but my associates associate with you
And even when they can't agree with you, they still share your view
I could live without you, but that seems to be only figurative
They say civilization is dying
You're the reason its as sick as it is
Torn between our worlds, they have to be intertwined
The more I observe you, the more I study myself and my mind
I don't meet your height or weight requirement
Why do I even let you in to my environment?
The more I let you dictate
The more I fabricate
Just so that I can relate
Which allow your words to hold weight
As I come to the realization
That you have no hesitation
In thinking that your lack of education propelled your occupation
This only causes me frustration
You tell me how to
Think
Walk
Dress
Talk
Eat
You feel justified in determining what's beautiful when it's only skin deep
You glorify
Destruction
Judgement
Drugs
Crimes
Obstruction of justice
Mass murder
Suicide
I'm not saying its not there, but its still not fair
How you make us feel
Yet you don't seem to care
My ignorance allows you to influence my actions in parts
But like a transplant, I have a change of heart
I know that I have to accept your power over my world
Or in it
Because no matter how much I'm against you
I'll end up in it
So in this open letter
All I ask is that you do better
To represent me
My people
My life
My struggle
My story
My future
But in me is us, so I guess I mean Ours
Music. Entertainment. Drama, Internet.
Is this Art?
Labels:
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Vicious Cycle
Who is next up, the one to lift her dress up?
I never feign interest, but it's my fault I'm in this
What I said, I meant it, this cycle seems endless
See, my heart was still there while I was pulling your hair
And had you reaching for shit that ain't there, yeah, I did care
Do I love you? No lie. Do I show you? I try
I die when you cry, I can never say bye
Of course there's you. But there's her. And her too
And the one I call 'Boo'. But wait, I'm not through
Here's the swirl. When I'm with you, you're my world
And with her, she's my girl. I'll cherish like a pearl
I really like you.
No matter how much I'd like to
I could never wife you, cause the others I like too
Long as I have this addiction, my heart has no restriction
So due to my condition, this is my prediction
I'll always play my part, but I'll stop before it starts
Trust me, I'll try too hard, somehow I'll always break your heart
True.Real.Everlasting.
Labels:
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Poetry,
relationships,
sex,
soul searching,
women
Sunday, December 30, 2012
That Dude
Waiting for you to let me in, in more ways than one
Hoping that i can stay until the morning sun
Yet I know I gotta leave once the deed is done
Cause see, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.
So I wait, yet still, and finally the door open and our eyes meet
Ooh, how they mesmerize me
And when you pull me close, my hand grazes where your thighs meet.
I'm that dude that you fuckin wit.
Your self lubrication shows me how long you've been waitin
And actions speak louder than words, and yours show no hesitation
As your lips are on my lips, my hands are on your hips
And your hands, they start to unzip
While more than just time slips
Hmmmm, yes, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.
We all in your bed
While you're all in my head
Then you grab the back of mine, and now I'm all between your legs
And with my dreads tied back, and your legs cocked back
I put that arc in your back when I lick like that
Love it when you say my name like that
See, I'M that dude you FUCKIN WIT!
And when I start to go inside, I see a tear in your eye
Don't worry bout that baby, you'll get used to my size
As your pain turns to pleasure, I cherish your treasure
Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, my bliss is beyond measure
Yes, I AM THAT DUDE YOU FUCKIN WIT!
But I know that once I cuss, OH SHIT, I bust
I gotta be off in the dust
Cause I'm yours
But you're not mine
You're his
And y'all got kids
And it is what it is
But that's none of my biz
So all I can do is wish, that with this good bye kiss
I can be more than just
that dude you fuckin wit.
True.Real.Everlasting
Hoping that i can stay until the morning sun
Yet I know I gotta leave once the deed is done
Cause see, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.
So I wait, yet still, and finally the door open and our eyes meet
Ooh, how they mesmerize me
And when you pull me close, my hand grazes where your thighs meet.
I'm that dude that you fuckin wit.
Your self lubrication shows me how long you've been waitin
And actions speak louder than words, and yours show no hesitation
As your lips are on my lips, my hands are on your hips
And your hands, they start to unzip
While more than just time slips
Hmmmm, yes, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.
We all in your bed
While you're all in my head
Then you grab the back of mine, and now I'm all between your legs
And with my dreads tied back, and your legs cocked back
I put that arc in your back when I lick like that
Love it when you say my name like that
See, I'M that dude you FUCKIN WIT!
And when I start to go inside, I see a tear in your eye
Don't worry bout that baby, you'll get used to my size
As your pain turns to pleasure, I cherish your treasure
Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, my bliss is beyond measure
Yes, I AM THAT DUDE YOU FUCKIN WIT!
But I know that once I cuss, OH SHIT, I bust
I gotta be off in the dust
Cause I'm yours
But you're not mine
You're his
And y'all got kids
And it is what it is
But that's none of my biz
So all I can do is wish, that with this good bye kiss
I can be more than just
that dude you fuckin wit.
True.Real.Everlasting
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
That Moment
If you only had one chance, one hit, or one miss
One split moment to try and steal a kiss
One look in the moonlight to see the twinkle in their eye
One quick second to make a smile from a cry
One touch to feel their heat and see if they're real
One sentence to tell that person how you truly feel
If you could close your eyes while you lie next to them
Would you open your eyes, or would you rest with them
Being so close, would you breathe in their essence
Cherish that night, that hour, that minute, that second
If you had that moment to grab their hand and lock fingers
Would you dance with them just to let the moment linger
Just to take a minute to experience every fiber of their being
Hold them tight and squeeze, and forget about everything
Now take a moment and think about that moment you lack
Cause the moment you lost them, you can never get it back
True.Real.Everlasting.
One split moment to try and steal a kiss
One look in the moonlight to see the twinkle in their eye
One quick second to make a smile from a cry
One touch to feel their heat and see if they're real
One sentence to tell that person how you truly feel
If you could close your eyes while you lie next to them
Would you open your eyes, or would you rest with them
Being so close, would you breathe in their essence
Cherish that night, that hour, that minute, that second
If you had that moment to grab their hand and lock fingers
Would you dance with them just to let the moment linger
Just to take a minute to experience every fiber of their being
Hold them tight and squeeze, and forget about everything
Now take a moment and think about that moment you lack
Cause the moment you lost them, you can never get it back
True.Real.Everlasting.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Hip Hop Child
I'm a Hip Hop Child, born and raised
It's taught me Funkin Lessons I never learned in my school days
No Dr, Seuss or Mother Goose for me
Hip Hop was where I heard the best Bedtime Stories
I learned what Teenage Love was, to never trust a big butt and a smile
In order to get Cash Money I had to be a little Juvenile
It taught me not to fall for a girl who says she has friends,
And I can meet my peeps at Tha Crossroads when this life ends
When I stop, collaborate and listen to a Rapper's Delight
I drift away into Street Dreams of how the Freaks Come Out At Night
I feel All Eyez On Me cause I'm an Outkast
But I Walk This Way in My Adidas, so they know I'm Bad
With my Raiders hat, my Starter jacket, and my gold chain
You might not get The Message, cause it's Nothing But A G Thang
I live Hip Hop to the fullest, Ain't No Half Steppin
Me, Myself, And I is the style I stay reppin
But I know It Takes Two to make a thing go right
And I Left My Wallet In El Segundo so could you Let Me Ride?
I have Ambitions Of A Ridah and think If I Ruled The World
I'd get Paid In Full and have all the Girls, Girls, Girls
But I need the money, then I get the power, then I get the respect
They ask how I Got It Made
Nobody wanna put in work, yet They Want EFX
Not a College Dropout, made it before the Late Registration
But I know What's The Scenario because of my Miseducation
You can Lose Your Mind, Just Lose It, but don't ever Lose Yourself
And if you forget that Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nothing To F Wit, it's bad for your health.
So this is The Dedication 4 the emcees who gave me The Show
It Ain't No Joke, I Can't Live Without My Radio
True.Real.Everlasting.
It's taught me Funkin Lessons I never learned in my school days
No Dr, Seuss or Mother Goose for me
Hip Hop was where I heard the best Bedtime Stories
I learned what Teenage Love was, to never trust a big butt and a smile
In order to get Cash Money I had to be a little Juvenile
It taught me not to fall for a girl who says she has friends,
And I can meet my peeps at Tha Crossroads when this life ends
When I stop, collaborate and listen to a Rapper's Delight
I drift away into Street Dreams of how the Freaks Come Out At Night
I feel All Eyez On Me cause I'm an Outkast
But I Walk This Way in My Adidas, so they know I'm Bad
With my Raiders hat, my Starter jacket, and my gold chain
You might not get The Message, cause it's Nothing But A G Thang
I live Hip Hop to the fullest, Ain't No Half Steppin
Me, Myself, And I is the style I stay reppin
But I know It Takes Two to make a thing go right
And I Left My Wallet In El Segundo so could you Let Me Ride?
I have Ambitions Of A Ridah and think If I Ruled The World
I'd get Paid In Full and have all the Girls, Girls, Girls
But I need the money, then I get the power, then I get the respect
They ask how I Got It Made
Nobody wanna put in work, yet They Want EFX
Not a College Dropout, made it before the Late Registration
But I know What's The Scenario because of my Miseducation
You can Lose Your Mind, Just Lose It, but don't ever Lose Yourself
And if you forget that Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nothing To F Wit, it's bad for your health.
So this is The Dedication 4 the emcees who gave me The Show
It Ain't No Joke, I Can't Live Without My Radio
True.Real.Everlasting.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Sorry, Wrong Number
Just picked up the phone, nobody was there
I swear
Wrong number, a machine is all I hear
This chick done gave me the wrong number
Forget that hoe!
She wasn't even that cute
But she had a booty like J. Lo
Maybe she was too drunk and wrote the wrong thing down
Cause my game was too much for me to get played like a clown
Hold up
Maybe I hit the wrong button
Hit 3 instead of 6
Okay, it's ringing
Nope, same shit!
Why would she give me the wrong number?
I spent all that money on liquor
The way she was looking at me I knew I was gonna get her.
Naw, you know what?
This 6 is looking more like a zero
Yeah, that was my bad, there I go
What?!
That number is no longer is service?!
I'm starting to think she did this on purpose.
I'ma go to the same club next week, and I hope she's there
And I'm gonna buy drinks for another girl and see if she cares!
True.Real.Everlasting.
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