Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Troubles- Greg Burton aka Dre Valentine



Why the fuck is life so hard it nothing but confusing
Everytime you think you're winnin it turns out that you're losing
It's hard to move on when you are not even moving
I'm still in love with her and she knows this, she just hasn't noticed
Man, she was the closest to my heart
I swear i would love to have you again if there was a button to restart
We was it, we were magic and it was amazing how it had happened
You fell for me as soon as you found out that I can speak Spanish
Love alive is incredible but when it dies it's tragic
Words can't explain after it all how my heart was in damage
I think I caught some feelings I didn't even plan on catching
Hearts break and i was on a collision course, I didn't plan on crashing
And Drew and Pierre told me the shid wouldn't last
I knew they were right but I just played it off with a laugh
They say the truth hurts, especially the aftermath
How can you go forward with when your life was is the past.

It's crazy, many people ain't in the position Im in
Who else can say that they met Kanye West when they were 10
Or that he's cool with my family and my cousins best friend
I'm trying to put GQ on cause I know we the best men
Gentlemen Quailty, don't act like you don't know
I told Daniel it's time for me and the studio
To get better acquainted,I know that imma make it
Don't lose first place position, because I'm going to take it
It's funny how life can change especially in a week or two
I found out a girl I used to mess with talks to one of my dudes
Or maybe not, I guess that facebook got me confused
Either way I ain't mad from time to time I do think about you
And yesterday she messaged said she had a dream I hated her
Even tho its not true I didn't know what to say to her
Because lately, I can hardly express how I feel
And I keep getting hit by questions about how I'm real
I know that mothers trip but mines is falling off
It's like she don't love me now because never even talk
And I hate when people tell me maybe she's going through some things
Ain't shid she can go through with no concern for me
And my brother too, I hate that he's the young one
Because he finally gets his chance to grow up
Its gonna be hard now He's got a family to hold up
I'm just trying to be there as he gets older
S Dot said it's funny how women complain about all of these niggas
But how quickly they will chnage for one of these niggas
And how you tell all of these girls that you not the same
But what good will that do because they all just playing games like you an ordinary nigga
Please don't confuse me with them, remember that I said it
Cause Im all about my green just like a Boston Celtic
Nobody likes a show off but I can't help it
It's hard not to when you know everything you do is perfected
Why do I write these songs I always ask myself that question
About all of the things that I know and all of the women I mess with
I'm not scared that they'll find out I ain't got nothing to hide
Maybe I need to start keeping all of my feelings aside
Maybe I need to see I psychologist to talk to about my life
Essence found a gray hair in my hair so something just ain't right
I thought about this today I swear it feels kind of odd
How I go to church every Sunday but never talked to god
I hate to tell the truth, but people around me lying
I hope it ain't just me, but I'm scared to death of dying
I wish I could put everything I feel in a song
So you can feel how real I am in this song
And I thought that one friends passed away but I was wrong
But it just showed me how life and the people need to be cherished
This girl said she'll love me forever Ive heard that so many times
But I guess this time she means it, when will I get it right
She a diamond and she knows this, or she should
I'm just trying to live right and do everything that's good
It always feels like Noelle is the women that understands me
I know I can tell her everything I choose not to because I know her
And every time I think of her, I miss her, but she's just like me
Looking for the one but not for certain and I tell her that it's me
But she older 21 to be exact and man
I swear one I thought she died I haven't felt the same again
So if you reading this, just know that I care for you
I think you be on games with me, but,guess that's the cost to be with you
And my cousin told one day don't let the fame change me
Just let the money come in and always stay the same me
I'm the same, but so many I know that I barely talk to at all
Always tells me that I've changed
I'm trying to see if there's something I'm missing
I always thought it was just me being different
I never was a person to hear suggestions and listen
I'm not trying to fit in, I swear that I don't get it
Theres alot of girls that I'm attracted to and they feel it too
I'm sure that they see I'm not like any other dude
I'm not looking for love and rarely do I fall in it
I got alot of money I just hope I don't spend all of it
It's just me, Domo, S Dot, and Mike like the four brothers but
Sometimes I feel like there's no others like us
And Nobody understands each other like us
We don't love these girls and never do we trust
Yeah, nothing is really a surprise to me
And man, I don't know where my mind is I'm not even trying to find it
I'm just thinking about making it big and make of my ex's mad
Know need to say it, I was the best you ever had
My dad told me this year that he needs me to be successful
Give me some liquor so I can wash away all that's regretful
I just need some closure
I started so imma finish, I'm in it till it's over



Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Wale- Diary (Poem)


See All I Wanna Do Is Be Relevant,
Just Tell Me That I Ever Meant Anything More,
That You Could Ever See Me And You In Another Light,
But Its Like The Dark Women Indoors In The Darkest Nights By The Wrong Man,
See All Of Them Have Made You Incapable Of A First Impression,
What It Do Is I Channel My Aggression With No Cable Or Antenna,
Just Intentions To Impress You If Capable,
Hoping That The Material Possessions Can Materialize To A Better You,
Cars, Nothing I Drive Can Drive You Out Of This State Of Mind,
For Such An Ugly Picture And,
Money, Nothing I Buy Can Buy More Time For Your Ears To Tell Your Heart To Listen to It,
Diamonds, A Girls Best Friend Is What They Say But Believe Me With The Right Allegiance Shorty You Gonna Shine Anyways,
And Everyday That Goes By Is A Couple More Lines In Her Diary,
The Day Before Is Better Than The Present,
So Anyone Presented In Her Presence Is Doing These Life Sentences,
There’s No Key For Release,
No Reason To Be Around,
Her Minds In The Clouds,
She Writes It All Down,
In Her Diary…

This is a great song.. and also.. What Im listening to now.





Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Ambition over Adversity


Take one’s adversity
Learn from their misfortune
Learn from their pain
Believe in something
Believe in yourself
Turn adversity into ambition
Now blossom into wealth

- Tupac Shakur





Friend and Fruit


See I picks my friends like I pick my fruit
My Ganny told me that when I was only a youth
I don’t walk around trying to be what I’m not
I don’t waste my time trying to get what you got
I work at pleasin’ me cause I can’t please you
And that’s why I do what I do
My soul flies free like a willow tree
doo wee doo wee doo wee

- Erykah Badu





Monday, February 15, 2010

The American Gangster


"Man I worked for one of the biggest companies in New York City.
He didn't own his own company. White man owned it, so they owned him. Nobody owns me though."

(Your gangster is not defined)
Your gangster is not defined by how low your jeans fall by your waist, but more how your genes stand over his expectations. Never forget where you came from.
(Your gangster)
Your gangster is not defined by how many rocks are in your watch, but rather how many rocks you move while on your watch.
(Gangsters, hustlers, republicans, democrats, pimps and hoes.)
Conservatives, labor, the seller, the buyer, the product, the producer.
(See you are what you are in this world.)
The gangster is absorbed and adored by those that don't understand the laws that govern gangsterment.
(Gangsterment)
Gangsterment allows you to make up your own laws and create brand new words.
Gangster mentality.
(Gangster mentality, an American way created by the white, mastered by the black, and absorbed by the fiends, taxed by the governmentality, charted by
forbes. If you believe in Jay-Z then you too can be a gangster.)
The you too can be a gangster by any means necessary. By any means necessary, by owning that dream. I mean it's a long walk to freedom but, while deep,
deep, deep inside the bush.
(The war on terror screams, damn it feels good)
Damn it feels good to be a gangster.
(To be a gangster swagger is not a must, it's a liability, a cliche, a bad suit, cut the bullshit. You know if it wasn't for this, there would be no that.)
Which we call, the American Gangster.





Sunday, February 14, 2010

Fear of not mattering..



Perhaps you don’t know,
then, maybe you do,
about Stiltsville, and the Village,
(so strange but so true)

where people like we,
some tiny, some tall,
with jobs and kids
and clocks on the wall

keep an eye on the time,
For each evening at six,
they meet in the square
for the purpose of sticks,
tall stilts upon which

Stiltsvillians can strut
and be lifted above
those down in the rut:

the less and the least,
the Tribe of Too Smalls,
the not cools and have-nots
who want to be tall

but can’t, because
in the giving of sticks,
their name was not called.
The didn’t get picked.

Yet still they come
when villagers gather;
they press to the front
to see if they Matter

to the clique of the cool,
the court of high clout,
that decides who is special
and declares with a shout,

You’re classy! You’re pretty!
You’re clever or Funny!
And bequeath a prize,
not of medals or money,

not a freshly baked pie
or a house someone built,
but the oddest of gifts–
a gift of some stilts.

Moving up is their mission,
going higher their aim.
Elevate your position
is the name the their game.

The higher-ups of Stilsville
(you know if you’ve been there)
make the biggest to-do
of the sweetness of this air.

They relish the chance
on their high apparatus
to strut on their stilts,
the ultimate status.

For isn’t life best
when viewed from the top?
Unless you stumble
and suddenly are not

so sure of your footing.
You tilt and then sway,
Look out bel-o-o-o-w!
and you fall straightaway

into the Too Smalls,
hoi polloi of the earth.
You land on your pride-
oh boy how it hurts

when the chic police
in the jilt of all jilts,
don’t offer to help
but instead take your stilts.

Who made you king?
you start to complain
but then notice the hour
and forget your refrain

It’s almost six!
No time for chatter.
It’s back to the crowd
to see if you matter.

- Max Lucado, Fearless
Copyright, Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2009
Used by permission

This parable from Fearless was turned into a children’s book called The Tallest of Smalls.





Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Never....


Never say "I Love You" if it really isn't there
Never say you do, if you really don't care.
Never hold my hand, if you're gonna let go
Never say Yes, if you really mean No.
Never say forever, if you're gonna say goodbye

It feels like this shouldnt be the end......





Friday, August 28, 2009

My Heaven

after my final breath escapes
when my heart beats no longer
once decision is made for my flesh to enter grave
my heaven awaits

i see gold and gold only
different shades and tints of this majestic hue
it is the coat of all translucent souls
Ancestors covered in glow that shines much louder

love, the only word uttered from spirits’ lips
joy, the only thought we share
melodious drum beat accompanies word and thought
adore i do, the sound of paradise, and its echo

perfumed and flowery scents surround me
waves of fresh bouquet travel, even in absence of a medium
aroma of the sweetest of fruits visit often
to feed the appetites of those who reside here

elation through movement, our ritual
feelings of delight and bliss captured in every shift
connected are all souls in this place
i am now spirit and we are one
in my heaven

Source: Speakbeliefs.com



Good Morning

golden dawn kisses sable skies
dreams ending…eyes opening
lids blinking flickering fluttering
sister sun and i emerging
rising together
ivory and taupe cumulus scatter
consequence is calmest weather
gold embracing blue
azure hue now in clear view
greeting morning star with salutations
acknowledging each other
knowingly aware of my purpose and i of hers
we pause
we reflect
now parting ways to shine on today
good morning
Source: Speakbeliefs.com