Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Today, you are about to witness the deal of a lifetime
For only a small fee
You can live the rest of your life in luxury
Pound for pound you'll be rich beyond your wildest dreams...
But, this is a once in a lifetime offer you honestly can't refuse...
I'm fact, you won't...
Your check books aren't balanced enough to outweigh pros and cons on how
loans are interesting smack downs
Breaking your financial backbone by
trading time pieces for dime pieces
So I won't accept
Pennies for thoughts
I want those dollas that make you Holla
To me, You're all just walking pesos
you're just walkin pay so
You can't back out of this business transaction
You're opinion is worth nothing to me
just another zero added on my paycheck at the end of the month
But its all just business
I already have teachers working
Physically and financially taxing minds
Cuz it's dangerous when they wander
Thinking they can skip out on payment
Thinking they can get a direct answer on why they have to pay me
They didn't sign up for a direct answers
Just direct deposits straight out of my
I scream these chilling facts through hand-me-down lessons from my school of hard knocks
Lesson one is money ain't the root of all evil...
It's just the fruit
The roots are you wanting more than what you used too
if you not making dollars
Youre not making sense
The only way to make change in this world
Is to make change
Otherwise your pockets are going to be rifled
So you better call All-State!
You life ain't in good hands no more
It's about time you get out of that candy land
And play a real man's game of monopoly
I don't play with my money
So I play with yours...
My prices make you jump way off the boardwalk and land in debt for an education
Free ain't in my dictionary
It's not feeding my wallet real green
Just reprocessed packets of greed
See you undeveloped seeds need
Something to feed you
hung up on debt flavored gin and juice nooses over a pool of unpaid Interest
Cuz the bank went on to refuse you
So you let the war on wage rage on
bugging on these taxes like they radioactive,
So you gotta spray the raid on... "
Dreams are risky
My ex Sallie Mae had a dream to be a stock broker
But quickly saw that the stock choked her
And chocked her
And choked her
Until finally the stock broke her
Grabbing at hefty pockets
Full of false profits
Gifted by false prophets
She didn't know that you needed the funds to even start
If you're married to the money
You took the vow "till debt to you part"
And that's where I come in
Im known as a grave robber
Hiding in the deepest recesses of a man's wallet
Holding cash cadavers racked up in rubber bands
I want it all
Am the one they always ask for
And if you pay me...
You'll be rich beyond your worst dreams
But this is a once in a lifetime offer...
You won't refuse
So pay... Attention
Love is something that's different for everyone...
Love is the feeling you get when you get the answers to homework from your best friend that lowkey didn't do the homework either and you must need wondering to turn in so you ask them and they say "yeah I got it, do you want to copy?" without you asking and you just look at them live they are done type of savior...
Love is biting into ice cream without wincin
Because you're not afraid to go headfirst into something and sometimes experience pain...
Love is making origami cups
Because it's always simple to say you know how it works
But hard to actually make it and then make it work
Love is tying your shoes just thought enough where they can never let you go but still be able to have enough breathing space to move around
Love is like stepping on a Lego...
Dangerous and should be treated carefully
Love is looking into her eyes and seeing nothing...
Because you don't have to see that you're already with your soul mate
Love is... Torture
Scratch marks on backs and bruises on necks are the battle scars if s true warrior of love
Love is like a paradox...
You love them but also... Hate them
Love is like math...
I failed math...
But it's not that I didn't have the answers...
I must didn't know the questions
Love is mysterious
Bow and arrow... In the trash
Aiming a love bazooka right at your face point blank...
Love is knowing you'd take that hit for your loved one Np matter how much of your face is left from the explosion
Love is... The reason you are alive...
Because think about it, when was the last time you ever said "boy, I really hate breathing... Let me stop for a few days"
Love is implied... Likr when you say "boy, I really do love breathing"
You know you really don't have to say that all the time, but once in a while is nice also
Love is the reason I am up
Love is the reason I get up in the morning and go to bed at night
Because sleep is love too!
Love is true
I love... You
The right shade
What if there weren't any restraints on color?
Just people walking day to day
Unaware that the melanin in their skin
Was a deterrent to the law
Police don't like mixing colors because theyll bleed through eventually
They always bleed through, eventually
Leaving separate but equal laws with the other two-fifths of our opinions
Their favorite colors
Are the fifty shades of violence
Our pain, their pleasure
The climax of it all is to wipe us out of history
And it's already happening
Remember how they tried to white out
Rodney king with police brutality?
How tre'van Martin was shot
Out of the picture because he wanted a little color in his life?
Young metro said he trusted him
But bullets were already bombarding the boys body
Red skittles leak filling in chalk outlines
Graffiti of mangled bodies litter the ground like graveyards
Life splattered out
In a vile hue-
Man, art is heartless
Can't you see?
We've been framed
Innocent people are getting painted in the wrong light
There the only portraits of blacks
Segregation stemmed back to
How we organized our pencil boxes
Dark colors one side
Light on the other
Black and white contrast each other
Opposite sides of the spectrum
Clashing in a wide array of violence
And you can go back even further
Back in the day
If you asked a slave what color they
Used to define their history
They would tell you they used what they saw the most...
Red white and blue
Patriotic to the untrained ear
But every word I stitch in this poetic quilt
Has an underlying meaning
Like the rainbow/poetic veins that bleed life on the page
picturing the pains of everyday turmoil
The blood of millions of slaves
Beaten out of them
Whips at the tips of tongues
Stinging words crack at the black of their backs
Sticks and stones could break your bones
And words will finish the job
Never able to defend themselves for fear of the
Were the only things black people could pick
Not their environment
They were chained conveyor belts
If one came out of line
It was over with
It turned out that
Slaves couldn't be beaten black
So they were beaten black
ripe for the picking
strange fruits swing in the wind
turning a sickly shade of
Bruises upon bruises
Swollen ankles and callused hands
Were all they had to show for indentured service...
Looking up to an endless sky
They envied it
In was the strongest symbol of
Maybe one day
They can be as vast as the open sky
All these aspects couldn't fill in
Skin that has succumbed the actions of people who threw shade at them
From outside the contours
Their lives were just page after page of
The same blunt trauma for so long
Bones snap like color pencils
Under pressure of constant abuse
Self esteem torn down for fear of them being raised up
I wonder if they ever had enough?!
I wonder how many children were brave enough
To step out of their box and try something new
To rewrite this script of discrimination
So everyone had a speaking part
There wasn't any restraints on color choice?
Maybe we can start coloring outside the lines
Or use whatever shade of culture you want to use
And maybe that big picture of
Every race holding hands in harmony
That was colored perfectly!
Not with just with the white shade
Or the night shade
Because there is no one right shade
It might be a little rough around the edges
But we all get the idea
it will bring color
To the black and white world
We live in now
I wrote a poem for you...
I wrote this poem for the girl in the audience who made my heart skip every beat like it was tone death
You're like the next song on a Playlist when you hit shuffle
you don't know what it is...
but you know it's gonna be lit
Like a seven day Orchestra
You have me all week
As you can see I'm kind of a music fan...
But I'm also a fan of metaphors
I want to play your lips like smooth jazz at midnight
Wrap my arms around your waist
And dance to the rhythm of our two heartbeats
Our lives, will be a Symphony played by two
Then ill pick your head up and look into your eyes the same way that children look down into an abyss
I have no idea what lies at the bottom
But my curiosity committed suicide because I'm dying to know more about you
I'm going to talk to you
Even after this poem
I'll search for the right words to say to lighten up your day
To make you laugh
Ill try anything to make you smile
The same smile...
That would make aphrodite jealous
Could start world wars
Must be a government secret because I haven't heard a word from you yet
But for you
Ill give father time the retirement he so rightfully deserves.
What I mean by that is that if i had all the time in the world,
I'll gladly spend it all with you
Because I can piece you together
You see, were like a jigsaw puzzle
We haven't started it yet
You can't figure me out unless you see the cover
And I've lost it to so others who thought they could solve me by just smashing pieces together
Creating fakes to replace them
So now my heart trembles
I've fashioned wings for my heart to fly away from pain
But baby, you make the wax of my beating heart project melt
And now I feel like icarus
I've fallen hard for you
remind me of a fossil
Because I've been searching for you all my life
I want to study every part of you all day long
I will brush any misconceptions you have about yourself
Because you tell me more about me then I can to you
like the rubix cube
When it first came out
I want to be the first one to solve you
To put all the pieces in their right places
Because this world is already pretty perplexing without knowing the solutions
I will be here for you until the sun is burnt out
The stars all mash together in holy matrimony
Scared of the nuclear fission its created
But before I react
I have to act
So when I walk off this stage
And walk up to you
I'll tell you the words I missed in the beginning
I'll look you in those curious eyes
Hold out my hand, smiling awkwardly
And just say hi...
I wrote you a poem...
My little friend
I have a friend...
And he's... Scared
He wanted to come up to speak
But he knows that the crowd is packing heat
Aiming sights at his head
Ready to shoot blanks
Tearing away his self esteem
Because the heat is people staring
Eyes aiming sights at his head
Ready to shoot blank
Staring away his self esteem
Or what's left of it
How can you trust something you've never had
Young metro don't trust it
And he already has bullets flying at heads
The kind of nervous that makes your heart drop like hot beats
He's so nervous he can't speak.
Words backed up in his word factory
choking on no's
That haven't been used in years
From questions that couldve saved him from silent prisons he put himself in
I had a friend...
And his name was an anxiety disorder
He died in that prison a long time ago
They set him free but he always thought one second too late to react to release himself
This is a quick write about my YouTube channel
Search it on bars
The same ones that channel
Through my system sister
I'll be doing a quick write everyday for the month of july
I don't lie
Not that type of guy
All my poems going up there as well. Along with others who ready to sail
With me on a journey for more success through poetry
You already know it!
My Jesus piece
So me and my friend Jesus
Yes, that jesus
Were talking the other day
And he was working on another one of his miracles
I asked him
"hey bro, I know you're the son of God and all,
But I don't see how you fed a whole village with a loaf a bread and a fish.
Did everyone get a molecule,
Or was it like... A really big fish and pita bread?"
And he was like
Because that's how Jesus sounds in my head
But he was like
"duuuude, it's the nature of a miracle"
And since I'm really inquisitive, I asked him,
"What about you walking on water...
Was it shallow?
Because I don't know what they did in biblical times, but I believe buoyancy
Was still in effect back then... "
And Jesus said
"I dropped a piece of paper with this fly honeys and it floated away from me so I just walked right out there...
it was funny to just watch all the old ladies gasping 'it's a miracle' and I just said in my head 'no, it's an accident'"
Then I asked him about the resurrection
"you have to at least tell me how you came back to life, man...
Was there like, a switch or something?
Or maybe there was a stunt double?
Yeah, you promised to pay someone 35 silver coins to let you out of that cave... But then someone paid him 36 and he ratted you out... "
I guess I hit the Judas nerve
"come on bro, I've done all these things and I have documented proof. Don't you believe in me? "
And that's when things got awkward...
Because that question has been hidden in between the lines of my textbooks all my life
Matthew 8:26 states
"O ye of little faith, why are you afraid?"
If jesus knows all
Then he should know the fear that eats me
Every day of my existence
My question burning
Like hellfire in the back of my mind
I ask jesus
"what happens after it all?
Faith to me
Is like grabbing water in the palm of your hand
Feeling the force but never grasping the concept of it all
I've been force fed so many deep fried opinions of the same thing
That I can't believe it's not butter"
And he says
"but it's not butter... "
And that's when my mind...
I questioned my whole life at that very moment
Are lucky charms really magically delicious?
Did Nike really just do it? Or was it someone else tipping the scales?
And why Jesus gotta interrupt my sugar filled rant
He asked me why I have all these questions all of a sudden
And I smacked him...
With the truth, people... Calm down...
You would think that Christianity would get their facts straight
With so many different branches in it
I would think that it's the same tree they hung people on for not believing in the info in each pamphlet they pass out on Sunday mornings
Jesus, you of all people have so many names
It's hard to tell if you don't have multiple personalities
I know religion
Thrives off of confusion
Taking in the unweary
And lifting up their insecurities
To make sure that
You're either Christian
So Don't tell me that you are the only choice
Because I'm not convinced faith can move mountains
But I've seen what it can do to skyscrapers
Just flow with it
Just go with it
Flow with it
Flow quicker then a lambo car
I said flow stick with ya
Like a tick in tar
I meant my flow burn brighter then a proton star
I am not an alcoholic but I got these bars
Just go with it
Flow with it
I'm a retired mechanic with the words
I see old tools
These words are dangerous to take in
It's like I'm CO2
The sky isn't the limit anymore.
I'm breaking a whole through this no-zone
burning a hole through this ozone
My body's buzzing, built with music in me
My melanin is a beautiful skin tone
I'm spitting the realest
Can't seal it
Can't feel it
Words cut deep
Can't heal it
I'm here because I knew something
So do something
I'm a force with the farce like I grew something
I'm the main dealer of this poetry
They won't be passing Lil herb no more
People stopped smoking weed and got high off me
I hit harder
Outta public school
Your energy on E
She paid her dues
But still charge her
She all over the place
Get a map to chart her
As you can see
My message sting like a bumble bee
Float off the tongue.
You might as well call me the next Muhammad Ali
Cuz I got the flow and the punch line
Muhammad Ali, with the flow and the punch line
You tryna say I'm whack because you can't rhyme
I'm off the subject
I'm done schooling you dudes
I'm an animal in the art of spoken word.
I can't even say yall full feasts
Something more like fast food
Free verse (first video on my YouTube channel starting July 1st)
First day on the job
And you know I'ma wreck it
I'm not all about bank
No cash, no credit
But I'm all about the paper
No cash, you can check it
This is already hot
it's not even July second
But now i think I broke the ice
This next part will take a second
Or a minute, or an hour
Electric companies don't know that my time is power
This internal clock is constantly ticking
While this generation is living behind screens constantly clicking
Their lives away
What does a random piece of technology convey
Now a days it just usual to tap away when you're left with nothing to say
Now I see why I see kids always pulling out their techs
Aim them at your chest
Pull on power button and you stare at it
Hoping for the best
But he didn't have enough data
So whatever he repping it didnt even matter
Headlines hit him with a headshot
Like his mind didn't matter
But they downloaded his personality
So it's mind over matter
Even God had his plans foiled
If you can believe
That crooked old snake have the wrong apple to eve
But you know how we learned to succeed
We had get off the program of MTV to enjoy the free channel called reality
That's my topic of the day
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