Old Poetry - "Sad" (02.11.08)

Sittin in Class

Tryin 2 Relax

Nd focus on reasoning

But I was really focusing on last evening

Nd tha chat that took place on tha inside

See it was 4AM

Nd da conference room was open

Man ma brain was smokin'

Tha topic for discussion

Was ma role in the world

Nd how I was not supposed 2 make it

Ya see Henry kept me afloat

Nd AJ dragged me under

So I was pretty level headed

About ma place in dis cold world

Nd tha barz dat Im supposed 2 b behind

Ya see, Henry was mad

AJ was silent

cuz they tried to lock me down

Over a change of random acts of violence

Dat left a scar on ma chest

nd a bullet in ma soul

Permanently a mark of tha day i picked maself up out this hole

Still mad they tried to lock me down

Over a case of random acts of violence

Why??? Cuz ma skin tone was brown

College bookz in ma bag

Datz a cover up he said

Say wat??? I Said

I prolly stole those bookz he said

Nd if I keep going down this road

I'll end up dead

That is wat tha black cop that stopped me said

It seems to be

Or well, it seems to me

that they want me to be a product

of my society

The society that we made for ourselves

We seem to get poorer as the rich increase their own wealth

But we are stuck

Stuck where the longer you live

The closer you get to death

Life is funy

Cuz some defied the odds

Came up out tha hood

We mde it this far

I give big upz to those

Who aint changed a bit

Still goin' to class

and handlin' they shit

Cuz see I could go on & on

About the "man" & the "system"

But what more can be said

Cuz we're ahead of the game 

So we gotta make a name 

For OURSELVES

naw bruh...not just for ourselves

but for tha young onez too

Old Poetry - When Analytical Reasoning Gets Boring (1.13.08)

Sittin in Class

Tryin 2 Relax

Nd focus on reasoning

But I was really focusing on last evening

Nd tha chat that took place on tha inside

See it was 4AM

Nd da conference room was open

Man ma brain was smokin'

Tha topic for discussion

Was ma role in the world

Nd how I was not supposed 2 make it

Ya see Henry kept me afloat

Nd AJ dragged me under

So I was pretty level headed

About ma place in dis cold world

Nd tha barz dat Im supposed 2 b behind

Ya see, Henry was mad

AJ was silent

cuz they tried to lock me down

Over a change of random acts of violence

Dat left a scar on ma chest

nd a bullet in ma soul

Permanently a mark of tha day i picked maself up out this hole

Still mad they tried to lock me down

Over a case of random acts of violence

Why??? Cuz ma skin tone was brown

College bookz in ma bag

Datz a cover up he said

Say wat??? I Said

I prolly stole those bookz he said

Nd if I keep going down this road

I'll end up dead

That is wat tha black cop that stopped me said

It seems to be

Or well, it seems to me

that they want me to be a product

of my society

The society that we made for ourselves

We seem to get poorer as the rich increase their own wealth

But we are stuck

Stuck where the longer you live

The closer you get to death

Life is funy

Cuz some defied the odds

Came up out tha hood

We mde it this far

I give big upz to those

Who aint changed a bit

Still goin' to class

and handlin' they shit

Cuz see I could go on & on

About the "man" & the "system"

But what more can be said

Cuz we're ahead of the game 

So we gotta make a name 

For OURSELVES

naw bruh...not just for ourselves

but for tha young onez too

Old Poetry - My Holiday Synopsis '2007 (01/03/08)

AND 4 THA DAYUM RECORD...I DONT RAP
I DONT FLO
I DONT SPIT
I WRITE.....DAMN

No snow
No school
Temp is like 70
But im so cool

At momz house 4 Christmas
U can only expect da best
But for some reason dis year
felt soo unlike all da rest

Like a child alone at da mall
I felt so lost
U couldnt pay me 2 b happy
No matta wat tha cost

Work was lame
Da mall was boring
Skatin brought a smile
Da fam was most worth while

Shame on me
Shame on me
Cuz i had no idea
Without help of a calendar
On wat day Christmas would be
It shocked even me
Cuz it seemed like Christmas had finally left ma soul
Drifted off to heaven
Christmas Eve seemed like just anotha day
More work, more lamez
Givin' Good service was workin on ma nerves
But occasionally i got 2 work wit da gurl wit da curves(...lol)
But datz not da point

Am I complainin' 2 much
About wat i used 2 feel
About growin' up....
But so much has changed
Life has started slowin' up
Nd itz like i dont wanna change
But i feel it in ma soul
tha dark hole
itz growin
nd itz showin'

Can some1 save me
Help me see
Dat there is still good in me
Cuz i wanna live too
Dont wanna feel alone...

Christmas day came
It was one big nigga moment
I got tha videoz to prove
Dat we are tha slowest at any given moment
AJ + Carl Funny = Tha Niggas
Wat more can be said
Together we've been growin'
It was tha highlight of ma vacation
Besides seein' some old friends 
of nerdy dayz past
I wished Christmas day would nt end....
(Yes...do see tha snap nd roll video)

New years eve came... nd b4 i headed out
I took a minute
Turned out all tha lights
Except for one
Tha lightz on tha christmas tree
The only lightz i wanted to see
was on da star of ma christmas tree
i felt weak nd dropped 2 mah knee
i backtracked to all that
came 2 mind about '07
2 promz, graduation, death
shannon waller, A&T, ma back nd ma health
police, brookmere, nuttin 2 fear, 
datz wat AJ told me,
Henry said they're both here 4 me
So i guess itz just us against tha world
But of course...i got ma friendz....

Old Poetry - With some help from Lupe..."Why?" (12/23/07)

Every vein every vessel every bullet lodged

With every flower that I ever took apart

She said

That she would give me greatness

Status

Placement above the others

My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers

Paper

The likes of which that I have never seen

Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams

The purpose of our scene

An obscene obsession with the bling

She would be my queen, I could be her king

Together

She would make me cool

And we would both rule

Forever

And I would never feel pain

And never be without pleasure

Ever

Again

And if the rain stops, and everythings dry

She would cry

Just so I could drink the tears from her eyes

She'll teach me how to fly

Even cushion my fall

If my engines ever stall

And I plummet from the sky

But she would keep me high

And if I ever die, she would commission monuments

So her bosom to him

Or maybe she'd retire as well

A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell

And I'll be

The coolest nigga wha

thanx to fiasco for letting it b known

dat tha one we're with can give us status

but dat status can be farblown

i have no status

bcuz i choose to be me

is it bcuz this is a lame that chu say

i say i dont kno

cuz this lame is here to let chu kno

tha actions and image that we ARE followz us

throughout our tyme

which may seem to be long

wen in retrospect may not be fine

fine enuff to do all that you want

bcuz tha fear of status keepz us 

from gettin all tha we desire

nd we, as people, simply feed tha fire

bcuz we buy in to wat people believe

dammit man, we'll neva achieve

cuz itz no use, why waste mah tyme

tyme changes nothing, so with everyline

feelz like more of me is lost,

lost, into a dark abyss of myself

tha dark half that resides in us

it calls to be released

nd we let it

so we're livin a lie

cuz this aint who we are

so hit tha club, go out

stamp false on yaself

cuz at tha end of tha day

only we can deal with ourselves

i got ma own demons waitn 2 get out

im out

It is 1:10PM on this rainy monday...let me say...

TODAY....or ANY DAY for that matter is a great day to be a Giants Fan!!!!!

Real talk though America, enjoy your day.

"Just because it rains, doesn't make it a bad day"

 -- Henry A Funny Sr

Old Poetry - "Off the brain in da library at 5am" (12/12/07)

Fresh off da brain, through the keyboard...

5AM, 

cant sleep

so watz mo betta than runnin' da streets

seen alot of thingz in dis life of mine

But until u look at life through the eyes of sorrow

u aint doin nuttin but livin a lie

Itz just sumin bout tha word dispair

that'll make it seem that nothin' else could compare

To tha underlyin' fact that ur name is black

Cuz of a misunderstandin'

Now dat shyt is wack.

Theres no tyme to tell da tale

Of how i lost a good friend

Person of good heart, one who's friendship i neva would sell

So....things propelled, feelings accelled 

now im in da library

but itz feelz like hell.

I offer mah apology to you Princess,

Damn, and i didnt even really get to kno u yet

So...i get tha feelin' datz da last i hear from you

I cant blame you

Cuz i kno ur motivez r true

I put mahself in ya positiion

Nd i kinda figured out

Just wat exactly wat chu talkin bout

So once again, sorry

Do wat chu do

It would b nice

if i could just speak 2 u

Anyways, back to da flow

Well....not a flow, just a pattern

Ma patterns of thoughts

Dat splatter into ma brain

a 100 milez an hour

drivin me insane

A mix of emotions

Tellin me wat to do

How to feel

Once again.....dis shyt aint cool

I wish i was one me

not a mind divided

So all ma conversations

could be one-sided

But there in lies tha problem

perhaps its tha division 

that keepz ma brain spinnin'

Dat keepz me livin' nd chillin'

Im a walking paradox

An oxymoron in truth

If anyone out there feels how i feel

please tell me wat to do

Chillin next to lyrical genius Chekka Fred

Just wonderin' why i feel so dead

it seemz wen im happy, all goes right

but when tha corridors of tha mind dissapear into darkness

nd i just dont feel dat spark

dat spark to jumpstart ma day

da darkness spreads nd wat chu have is a heartless

Ma Heart done fell out da Kingdom from which it came

This is no game

This is on everything that must do with my name

See bcuz i am all that i touch

not physically, but spiritually

i make movez, impact livez,

sometimez greatly, most of tha time not by much

Just a crack of a smile on ya darkest day

makez me feel like i just paved da way

all u gotta do is walk it

Brain is gassed out

Mayb ill write another

So glad dis life ends

Nd i can begin another

Old Poetry - I Need A Spark (12/01/07)

I Need A Spark....

WHERE IS MA SPARK???

THAT SPARK 2 OPEN UP THA LOCKS 2 MA HEART

THAT SAME SPARK THAT MAKEZ MA DAY RIGHT

THA SAME SPARK THAT'LL BRIGHTEN UP MA DARK

SO ILL KNO MA LEFT FROM MA RIGHT

I COULD GO ON & ON 

ABOUT WAT I NEED

BUT WAT HELP DOES DAT DO

WEN THA ONLY ONE HERE TO HELP ME IS ME

FOR YEARS I'VE TRIED TO DO IT ON MY OWN

I REFUSED MYSELF, WEAKNESS I WOULD NOT SHOW

FOR I THOUGHT THAT I COULD EASE MY OWN PAIN

I FIND THA GREATEST JOY, IN TAKING LONG WALKZ IN DA RAIN

ITZ SEEMED AS IF THA RAINDROPZ WERE SPEAKIN' 2 ME

ACTIN AS MA COMMON SENSE...

AS THA RAIN DRENCHED ME

I FELT COMFORTED

HOODIE LAID DOWN

DA WETNESS RAN DOWN MA FACE

AS IF 2 SAY

I WELCOME PEACE INTO MA PLACE

PLACE BEIN MA WORLD

PLACE BEIN MA GURL

PLACE BEIN DA FAM

PLACE BEIN ALL DAT I AM

BUT NOW TYMES HAVE CHANGED

TYMES SEEM STRANGE

CUZ THA RAIN IS GONE

ND SO R U

YALL SEE THA MA PROBLEM IS

DAT I DONT KNO WAT MA PROBLEM IS

NOW IM NOT ASKIN YALL 2 DIAGNOSE ME

ALL IM ASKIN FOR IS YALL 2 SUPPORT ME

I NEED A FRIEND

I NEED A HUG

I NEED FAMILY

I NEED LOVE

BUT DAMN SOME OF YALL WONT EVEN BOTHER

LIKE BROTHER WITHOUT THA R (LOL)

NOW IM NOT TRYIN 2 GET USED TO DAT

HAVIN 2 DEPEND ON OTHAS

CUZ I WONT RAISED 2 DO DAT

2 THOSE THATZ HELPED ME OUT THIS SEMESTER

THANX 4 BEIN THA BEST FAM I COULD ASK 4

MAY THA THINGZ U DESIRE MOST POP UP AT UR FRONT DOOR

ND TO DAT GURL...U KNO WHO U R
I KNO IM MOVIN 2 SLOW
IM TRYIN 2 MOVE DA LIL BOI AJAR
SO DAT DA REAL ME CAN SWEEP U OFF U FEET
BUT TIME IS OF THA ESSENCE
SO ALL I HAVE LEFT IS ME
BUT THANX ANYWAY