http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/ Consciously speaks a Rhythm Of Food For Thought, sometimes Rhyming, sometimes not, but Always Making Sense. Join us in Voice Chat Every Friday Night starting 9/1/06 en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 00:34:30 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/images/misc_2/rss.jpg http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/ http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40423-turn-other-cheek.html Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:42:40 GMT Launa O'Hara...01.Lost Opportunity..02.Future Factor..03.To Omoye(MySon)..04.Dum-Doo-Dee-Doo..05.Superlight..06.Final Vent..07.On The Doorway..08.My Mightiness For God..09.Turn The Other Cheek..10.Each Hood, Each Town..11.Nothing Will Matter..12.Everything Has Gone..13.Bring Up..14.The Point Of Return..15.The Team..


Turn The Other Cheek


Turn the other cheek now x2

I go passionately, hanging around with my hubby
But it seems you’d rather hurry to verify if me’s real happy.
Don’t you know you all are the ones who could upset me ?
Don’t you know it’s no need to get in a quarrel with me ?


‘Cause I could really have you turn the other cheek
At the slightest apologizing
That would be none clear to discern.

Which means you’ll ‘ve received what was due for your mean streak
At erasing evident well-being
That would be none of your concern.


I saw distinctibly what is to leave straight behind me :
The confusion of dreaming buddy, mistaken in reality.
Don’t you know swinging by me’s bad if you haven’t really known me ?
Don’t you know I’d tear up your dint and ignore before you get at me ?


‘Cause I would really have you turn the other cheek
At the slightest apologizing
That would be none clear to discern.

Which means you’ll ‘ve received what was due for your mean streak
At interfering evident well-being
That would be none of your concern.


I paralyze the enemies in taking no ounces of what they be.
They need to be qualified and charted.
My win is they can’t make it their own.
So what’s that me bug my brain on..a mess ?
They’ll suffocate for their binomees and see
There was more clever to dream about. It’s free
Like me and mine for your very selves in mind,
Polorized beneath the dome.
Then you may believe none turns the cheek when they’re in the law,
Knowing the lawsuit is for the occurring mistake slip. Now!
So stop emphasizing a fantasy when you do know it feeds no real,
When you do know it’s an ordeal ;
And there again you may miss out the reality
In where God and Goddess show out your life wit’ yo’ assistant
Which life-like is much more pleasant.
What are you awaiting now ?
Everyone has got the same know-hows ;
No couple needs to be at bows.
So how…you can come and mean a hand
When you ain’t got one for sent ?

Don’t you know Adom cared only for His curse with Eeva ?
Don’t you know God will punish the betrayer for ever ?


Because, as God could sing…

‘Cause I could really have you turn the other cheek
At the slightest apologizing
That would be none clear to discern.

Which means you’ll ‘ve received what was due for your mean streak
At erasing evident well-being
That would be none of your concern.


‘Cause I would really have you turn the other cheek
At the slightest apologizing
That would be none clear to discern.

Which means you’ll ‘ve received what was due for your mean streak
At interfering evident well-being
That would be none of your concern.



(c)2009-


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Gots plenty music in before... ]]> Poetry Throw Down! - Conscious Spoken Word JAH - GREEN http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40423-turn-other-cheek.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40422-final-vent.html Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:27:23 GMT Launa O'Hara...01.Lost Opportunity..02.Future Factor..03.To Omoye(MySon)..04.Dum-Doo-Dee-Doo..05.Superlight..06.Final Vent..07.On The Doorway..08.My Mightiness For God..09.Turn The Other Cheek..10.Each Hood, Each Town..11.Nothing Will Matter..12.Everything Has Gone..13.Bring Up..14.The Point Of Return..15.The Team..



Final Vent

It’s obvious and contageous. The more myself goes unfacing the oblivious,
I get nearer my calculus results. A disc made of points joining another towards sphereous
As God watches and gains swivels more than a church could do.
It’s few days to tell how it gets done through.
You mayn’t perceive the five minutes lengthened and disrun we still are into.
One can’t discuss it for long ‘cause the lure is brewed.
It’s suited the proportions we still get in due..
Moments thinking of or about to do all His Bible said, Qu’raning a head
Like His light’s shown sure until these statements renew.
The form is clear and blessfully. Ongoing to ever get righteously…
Being ! Learn the divide is same aery’where.
That’s the bolt in the blue. The counters will never search for your search in the place of you.
May you believe what thou know of it like a step takes few.
Arriving there will get you to see how mere divine operations forsee.
Cyphering to any, all the ones the same portions to carry. Don’t get in any !
You may know now, all passed, all gotten, from For-God to the sunny garden.
Like always these lines of fire rolling created by I perpetuate the Sun’s lifetimes.
I could never get astray in a catch of liars wrengthening diluted by I perpetrating the Truth’s party-times.
Get this and reason : who other than yourself can get at your proper point of recess ? At fueling up Evil…
Don’t let your chance away in a game of burglars
Which I-Goddess could be part of taking just back what I’d sourced out for yourself.
And it’s safe if you can rejoice that truth for your ’wn shelf ;
After having cleansed all preventing items thou bought to your feeling self.
That’s got finished, you can abort the inconvenient one, the sphere has been made
And God keeps His trade. Negotiate, that’s been said.
Swap your hatred for love’s sate and enjoy that’s Suns ignitionate.
From anti to matter, emptying bumma, enlightening farther,
Self-churching Atheism to the regarders.
Know thy path like it’s the No-die-path.

You may believe now all’s been said.
You may believe now all’s been saved.
You may believe now all’s been shed.
Yes, you may believe now !
These are the final vent.

You may believe now all’s been said.
You may believe now all’s been saved.
You may believe now all’s been shed.
Yeah, you may believe now…
It’s the final vent.

I could have made believe there weren’t so many stars
But the tar goes here and there proving in my many scars.
I was born new from the dawn all along scripturizing the loan.
Love thyself like I do love mine ; it’s the start of a launch.
Flaunt your mate inside your mind ; it’s the end of tries’bunch.
Only thing numerous to be achieved is the health of foetus' carriage.
Work it any path, get it couple bondage and sense its freedom, if you couldn’t.
One should never get the waste of time of being unsure of his or her matedom.
Seldom had I gotten offa space though in order to better visualize.
It’s still the eyes in front of eyes, plungeing into the containders of our love mutualized ;
Solidified –He is that tar- ruling around from Above. I am sent here as a dove.
But you couldn’t still perceive that the message I’ve borne gets no glove to be held.
You must now get it crude and really should see under’s swelled.
It’s about the lives that leave and biggen with what they should have lived out hell.
So God is heavy even when He doesn’t put His person in wordly,
But wherever you may start looking for us will get dorkly.
Hear the unique star informing you ‘bout your matee :
Not more than two, three’s for the kid that’ll get thru you,
God and Goddess shine one in truth, no others get in a stranger’s pool.
That’s like it’s likely to relieve up ‘nd soothe.
Now hear again how love magic rules : I am example and I fuel.
Then observe the planets and think for self, think for self !!,
How your children-set’d spin for self.
Spin for self and love, supply yourselves and shove
The food you’d wanna be fed with from your mate by,
Consolidating your frames’ tie, engageing in new lives’ sigh.
All yours bettering right, even I-Creatress’s scars have gone erased bright.
And the tar…and the tar has melt, rebecomin’ one to the soul Quazar, my heart.

You may believe now all’s been said.
You may believe now all’s been saved.
You may believe now all’s been shed.
Yes, you may believe now !
These are the final vent.

You may believe now all’s been said.
You may believe now all’s been saved.
You may believe now all’s been shed.
Yeah, you may believe now…
These are the final vent.

Sole in the Universe, I travel distances and cling to no reverse.
I have to and am sure of my path getting to my deserve.
Waiting and responded, we can share our preserves ;
Reserve the radiations which suit us for our both combinations.
It puts us like a vow for subliminality but we moderize our coordination.
Did any one know a black hole could carry diverse colorations ?
It’s seen in the future as we plan on our evolution,
But yet indeed, you could not to care as you ever carry your moods.
Louder views are presently still for blind fools.
They would try to perceive the tomorrows before they are in truth.
Assume now that your deity prepared and enfaired your eternal youth,
Thou won’t have had to inquire a mere word from all I exude.
Now ! My path hath ended up, I can chill it up and kick it up.
Remembering the start of Tedjosya to Mrs. Solar System to ray up.
Yep, yep ! I’ve grown central hub ; still more for everyone up.
And it’s the beginning of Creation that will be able to be seen up.
Locate it at millenniums from now. It’s still all that to be
Comprehended at mental morals from now on.
Bide the time you’ll get wisely, when it is.
Premakings go better.
Thank God-The-Ensurer.

You may believe now all’s been said.
You may believe now all’s been saved.
You may believe now all’s been shed.
Yes, you may believe now !
It’s the the final vent.

You may believe now all’s been said.
You may believe now all’s been saved.
You may believe now all’s been shed.
Yeah, you may believe now…


It’s the final vent.

It’s the final vent.

It’s the final vent.






(c)2009-


The performance says see you in two lives...

--- ]]> Poetry Throw Down! - Conscious Spoken Word JAH - GREEN http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40422-final-vent.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40258-gwanbolts.html Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:51:44 GMT Hey friends ! I can see a hundreds of you read my posts and may have read them again a bit more than twice. I am not so much of a calculator person but with the info I gave you about lyrics which will be performed in a couple of lifetimes from now, I must admit that I plan on to setting myself in a... Hey friends ! I can see a hundreds of you read my posts and may have read them again a bit more than twice. I am not so much of a calculator person but with the info I gave you about lyrics which will be performed in a couple of lifetimes from now, I must admit that I plan on to setting myself in a continuous mediatic exposure which I already parameter since the source of this exposure derives from my Vision I shared with you on the "Take the time to read and listen" thread. This album I am recording again, with a better auditivity, is meant to reinform of the basics of life, as yet : an adam and her eve, and, especially on these parts of the forum : an eve and her adam. All this is a matter of well-being that may need a harsh cleansing but it is no harshness around again..Try. So the path goes past my reincarnation to get aired with physically-sensed resolutions and turn-arounds of Eeva myself, all odds with my soul brother Adom himself, *Ben and Jeanette*. All will have been cleared..and happy to be lived.

One of my secondly positioned aim is to promote The Gwanbolts, a three-membered group mirroring The Fugees in the forward sense : true elevation and non-stagnation. Gwan is an understanding of Going and bolts are the many new pure love stories we'll have seen past, and, how to fasten them up. As a thorough deity for well-being, I cannot let role-models tarnish their followers in the cause they were with out bearings. So, the first album when I'm seventeen and my soul brother 19 will be : The Gwanbolts "Dpoolkang".




« Dpoolkang » by
The GwanBolts


Artist name :
The GwanBolts
Numbers of the groupe’s members :
3
Names of the groupe’s members :
Lyle Johnson as Wije
Chanyce O’Hara as Launa
Prince Fittins as Prus
Musical style :
Rap
Aim of message :
Psyche stability and awareness
Discography :
None




Tracklisting :


GwanBolts ( “DpoolKang” )




01._The Barockaz’ Intra
How to start to struggle without being told or threatened.
02._Diapa Zone [Trumpet Mix Dub]
How to play childy, wild without forgetting the time'll get over.
03._High On Heels
Why being a woman and not being able to recall why you take the role. Be approved of by men not by other women.
04._Tonality
A West-Indian in the States will never lose his roots, no need to recharge...
05._Flesh In Flesh
All a man loves is to "battle" his girl, not to waste time battling punching any ways of another lesser god. Why lose time ? Be with her !
06._The Cyphe
There are no precise spells to understand your path to your mate-half.
07._Bing
We will have torn "blunted on reality" down, just this.
08._Clucka Lyka Chick
What's that a man thinks he's girl-soul and goes girls and vice-versa !? Homosexuality perished already !!! No time for a joke.
09._QueensboroBridge Decks
The whoes we meet never meeting : they get under when they are under or above when they are above. A guy died because he'd claimed to have invented the new freshest style : he hadn't. A second one tells same to those who can't check and disclaims to those who knew. Who should be remembered first ?? The song goes like a comemory with tries of explanations of what rap music stands for all in all and how to save your life with it : remain in true heart.

The song goes almost like this :


« Queensboro Bridge Decks »

( Wije )
[…]
« I don’t ever take the time to grant whom doesn’t deserve it.
It’s been known, it’s been shown, now times hard reserve it.”
[…]


( Launa ) Hey ! What you gonna tell !?
( Wije ) He died.
( Prus ) He lied.
( Prus ) (Wije ) What you ( Prus ) gonna sell !?
( Launa ) No story for the rappor that’s hell.
( Wije ) You may tell, yop..( Launa ) Tell.
( Prus ) Ain’t no words to compel ! ( Launa ) None but…( Wije ) Yeah ?
( Prus ) Stay in your shoes.
( Wije) Remain in your shoes…bwoy!!


( Launa )
[...] Words like Wije&I are glad to be together through the desolating turmoils that weaken the brown people.
...And with my Congolese parents, we try to stay apparant
To the benefits of having a large array of warrants.
Being American, never got so slaughtered the bannants
So you could still find a hard predicament
To tell the hands you’re given at lent
To tell what disturbs you, themselves the disturbants.
A logic goes all effectiveness
If not halfed getting fooled oneselves.
( Wije ) Worp !
( Launa ) So what you thinking now ?
Could you have buried the story to let its end under the ground,
Under the bound of wearing a count in which you fuel no amount ?
( Prus ) Bling !


( Wije ) Hey ! What you gonna tell !? (inquiring Launa)
( Launa ) He died. (Chorus going on)
( Wije ) That’s that.
And you can’t talk bad..then you can’t confight.
What’s the meaning of uttering the streets like it’s that !?
( Prus ) She’s from little Coney and she rhymes like it’s vast and brown.
Little goddess like she’s large..!!
( Wije ) Plus you’re not on beat, who taught you rap was that…!


( Launa )
No need to slight, no need to slight ! You don’t wanna die in ache
Finding your pee so little from a girl who’s diminished it with your flay.
I can rep my teci(hood) as poverty makes my inner-wealth I’ll never let go to slay.
We know in Coney ; Island is a paradise for the rappor that’s violent.
I could sting in your eyes with my stories I never tell for the silent,
So afraid he’s got no hoodance to credibilence.
Everyone knows the word I speak as true,
From girlish for him that I through
To tommy boy French-like as I do
Black you up with a mental flu,
But that’s not how I treat you,..right ?
( Wije ) Yeah, I wasn’t talking to youuu..! ~
( Launa ) Hey !


( Wije ) Hey ! What you gonna tell !?
He died.
( Prus ) He lied.
( Wije ) ( Launa ) What you gonna sell !?
( Wije ) No story for the rappor that’s hell.
( Wije ) ( Launa ) You may tell ! ( Prus ) Tell !!
( Wije ) Ain’t no words to compel.
( Launa ) Stay in your shoes.
( Prus ) Remain…in your shoes, bwoy !
( Launa ) Bwoy!


So what ? I can’t rap ?! What was that line so long in rhymes…~

( Wije )
Woohp ! Woohp ! Woohp !

( Prus )
That’s vast, like your carriage of all that.

( Launa ) Full in my heart !!!

( Wije )
She felt it like hard, she gone get nervous again..!

( Launa )
Pff..


( Prus )
“Yup, yo ! On beat I claim the hit,
Mingle the definitions that fit
And I let this old story at a kit
For newcomers that’re perfid.
It’s hid in schedule to forbid.
Why schlep into ? You could know what misfeeds.
Get at your tidbits ; it can’t merit sovereign hits. […]”


Chorus


©2008/2009
10._Babbling Horns
It ain't so hard to talk, then it ain't hard to be heard. All the klaxons talks get the same messages. But, fit a square in no other proportional geometric forms, be clever and pick what indeniably matches.
11._Hole Bye, Void In Sky
Only the love stories embedded in the hearts make our moods to us occidental thugish or thug beings.
12._Some Never Seen Me
It had been a new life with my mate in the future, now I jungle with the two of them : half-girl/half-goddess.
13._Partly Clouded
They laughed because we wouldn't want them played out but hey...whats up now ?
14._The Wood
Why would the ones who know it by heart be lost in it ? He may as well bring forth improvements in their utter utilities. You doubt not ! And let be ! A great prospect is a great result. Haiti and Martinique are the islands of the living god.
15._GwanBolts’ Chant

( Launa )
Clothes racks got trashcanned after their use.
They never got clever enough to deduce it…
One-formed like if they had one-common purpose.
The dose of gwanbolts clothing’em down got toasted.
Here and now into this psalm that ain’t gotten scriptured
Yet, the bust of the coachless team is laughable at thoughts :
‘They could do it by themselves’ and the goal ain’t aimed at forth.
So the thoughts have giggled also and torn down their joke..
They are, still in present tense we blast
With the seminal groupe we are - to sell in frenzy that it hath
Themselves - the sacratefic accomplished by one black hole’s magic.
It’s fantastic to share and blare in our own song and air.
That was hectic and we made it.

Prus’ rap

(Launa)
Yep, yep ! Wije’s created the groupe, Him the Makor.
Prus took the step, him the N.Y area-learned rappor.
(Launa&Prus)
And Launa…and Launa sings and jams for the rappa.
(Wije, Launa & Prus)
Gwanbolts’ chant !!!

Wije’s rap
16._The Tiny Of Grenada
When you remain at your worth, you can see what's above for you ; not blurred by an extra try.
17._Diapa Zone
How to play childy, wild without forgetting the time'll get over.


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"Dpoolkang" is when it must jump over the pool of deafs to hear the second-half, following suit with kangaroos jumps alongward tieing up.;)
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]]> Poetry Throw Down! - Conscious Spoken Word JAH - GREEN http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40258-gwanbolts.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40104-negative-im-positive.html Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:58:44 GMT In many attempts to be positive I seem to only tell the awful truth Point out the plans flaws And question the creators existence My faith in a higher power Is as present as the presents of the most high And to be honest I think most believers are mostly high I’ve seen angels to only realize... In many attempts to be positive
I seem to only tell the awful truth
Point out the plans flaws
And question the creators existence
My faith in a higher power
Is as present as the presents of the most high
And to be honest I think most believers are mostly high
I’ve seen angels to only realize
That was the trick of my eyes
Or the fact that angels don’t die
I pray only to have my words echo off there own contradictions
Peace for all but death to the problem causers
Truth to the sun but my plans to stay hidden
And life for the living but death to the killer
I miss the point of the trip and I want to stand still
Only to get bumped into on coming tomorrows
Getting road rage causing me to chase down destiny
‘If I could only get over that hump”
Then I stop my speech and recognize the issue
The hump jumps and blocks me indefinitely
That’s why I can seem to smile
My eyes have seen so much wrong
That I can’t even cry right
Even if I tried I doubt I could die tonight
In that case I’ll just keep living in hopes I reach the limelight

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyright Ó 2009 ]]> Poetry Throw Down! - Conscious Spoken Word Jalili http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40104-negative-im-positive.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40103-before-you-ve-begun.html Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:44:03 GMT 　
That the world is ugly and life is long and dirty
Time really drags but your too busy running trying to live
When you look up you realize you’ve spent your time dying
Dying to make it ahead of those of the same speed
And before you know it its too late to begin
Now your finish before you even got started
Along the way you’ve managed to make a baby or 3
Possibly had some fun with some one
Then the kids and forever are too much to handle
At times you bleed but for the most part you plead
Hoping that some one gives you that break
So you can breath love what you got
Obviously what you’ve got is far from enough
You want to cry but you stay tough
Hold your head up for the babies
Inside all the while time is ticking
Your mind begins slipping
And it’s all over now long before you’ve begun

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted Ó 2009
]]> Poetry Throw Down! - Conscious Spoken Word Jalili http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40103-before-you-ve-begun.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40087-herstory.html Fri, 23 Oct 2009 09:19:41 GMT *Being a Woman is Great* Men in their Attitude, Their Egotistical Moods, With their Chauvinistic Ways, What is it? I don’t get it? Do you think that your better, Or do you think that we are lesser! You got Mothers, Being a Woman is Great

Men in their Attitude,
Their Egotistical Moods,
With their Chauvinistic Ways,
What is it?
I don’t get it?
Do you think that your better,
Or do you think that we are lesser!
You got Mothers,
What about your sisters,
Where’s the Respect,
The Equal opportunity!
You came from a woman,
Got your game from a woman, shout out to Tupac Shakur!
So why all the aggression.
You must not know your history,
Lapse of your memory.
So let me take you back,
Don’t let Adam and Eve get you confused,
All that stuff was rewritten.
You say you gave me a rib,
Thanks, but no thanks,
God gave me my own.
And just to be intact and give you the facts,
Look back at all of our Queens,
Must I give you a list of all the beautiful Black women that have ruled;
Amina; Queen of Zaria,
Cleopatra VII; Queen of Kemet,
Nefertiti; Queen of Kemet ,
Kemet means Egypt because I know for sure you don’t know your history unless it’s on BET.
Know let’s get back to that list,
Makeda; Queen of Sheba,
Hatshepsut; Queen of Kemet,
Nandi; Queen of Zululand ,
She is represent for women with high self esteem, just like me!
Nehanda; grandmother of Zimbabwe,
This is just a few to say the least.
Pardon me I’m being too cocky
I must forgive you,
You don’t know any better because your mother didn’t teach you,
I know the reason,
History helped me through it,
It must be jealousy that has you in this illusion!
So all you men with your attitude,
Your Egotistical moods,
And your chauvinistic character,
If I were you I would be jealous too!
All this beauty,
All this knowledge,
All this power,
All these gifts that god granted me, cause you can’t deliver.
You try and keep us down but we rise high every day,
So forget your ways and your malicious acts.
When you feel the need to belittle and misbehave
Fall upon your knees,
And ask god why he didn’t bless you with all the essence I have.
So women,
When they get that feeling of trying to make you feel lesser,
Repeat after me!
I am the successor!

Written By: Templar Thomas
Inspired by: Men with Egotistical ways
Dedicated To: All My Beautiful Queens of all shapes, sizes and colors! ]]> Poetry Throw Down! - Conscious Spoken Word GoddessTbaby http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40087-herstory.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40037-children-corn.html Wed, 21 Oct 2009 09:19:49 GMT God, created Africans, in his image; Grieved his mistake; and *repented?* Then Promised to wipe them out... Renewed his promise, as a African slave; By positioning himself, through Jesus, then murdered him. Whom you should be proud of, for sacrificing himself, *_for thinking_* in *the way of... God, created Africans, in his image;
Grieved his mistake; and repented?
Then Promised to wipe them out...
Renewed his promise, as a African slave;
By positioning himself, through Jesus, then murdered him. Whom you should be proud of, for sacrificing himself, for thinking in the way of God.
Forever more, declaring Jesus, to be, the shame and upmost violator of God's laws, to the highest degree of imagination; as "our representative". And has become the quintessential embodiment of how to keep slaves in check'; especially black folks when they choose to start thinkin'!

Peace be upon you

Who yo' God be?...~
Who yo' God "BE"...? ]]> Poetry Throw Down! - Conscious Spoken Word Pragmatic http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/40037-children-corn.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/39859-no-need-4-poetry-throw-down-one-reigns.html Sun, 11 Oct 2009 04:42:41 GMT SWOLE Just to prove her love to him was her only goal. And yeah, she gave up tha goods, and in return she got swole. She was too scared to tell her mom…cause she was only 15 yrs. old. But now the struggle begins…cause her and ole dude…are no longer friends. Of course he said he’d be there,... SWOLE

Just to prove her love to him was her only goal.
And yeah, she gave up tha goods, and in return she got swole.
She was too scared to tell her mom…cause she was only 15 yrs. old.
But now the struggle begins…cause her and ole dude…are no longer friends.
Of course he said he’d be there, but this is now…and that was then.
Her mom was still a young girl herself,
Sixteen, as a matter of fact…when she had her first baby…and she got no help.
She’s 31 now and still young…with a daughter who’s 15, whose life resembles her own.
So now we have a cycle of babies raisin babies.
With little chance of change…and a life full of maybes.
Big mama ain helping…she got a little tenderoni named Tony,
Who she be givin all her time to.
And she be breakin him off every payday…
With her every little dime too.
Now here’s where it gets twisted…
Cause baby needs Similac,
Baby mama freakin dad…tryin to get him back…
To help take up the slack.
But he ain hearin that.
He just tryin to get his rocks off,
You know…he just tryin to get his thang soft,
And hang out with tha fellas, drinkin em forties,
Smokin some weed, talkin to some shorties, and tryin not to cough.
Meanwhile…
Baby’s getting bigger…
And baby’s mama…a gold digga,
Tryin to find a good man to take care of her little…
Infant…go figure.
Mom’s a 10th grade drop-out, the young man is tryin to cop-out,
He sayin it ain his and he needs a DNA test, so that there’s absolutely no doubt.
She was like, “Oh no you ain’t tryin to opt-out, talking bout…
DNA test, I ain been with nobody else, what you tryin to say?
You just tryin to start some mess, so you won’t have to pay.”
They start scrappin; neighbors call the po-po.
Dude sees the cops comin…and hauls ass like Flo-Jo.
But after she dissed ole dude, she found a good man…
And a few months later…yup, she was on swole…again.
But he was real good to her…real good in bed…
And that’s about it.
Cause…soon as she said she was pregnant…
He said…“It ain’t mine,” and that brother split.
Tryin to collect child support from tha first baby’s dad,
She drags him to court, and he comes in lookin all sad,
And tells tha judge it ain’t his and he wants a DNA swab…
From a professional, with a license, one that knows how to do that job,
Cause he won’t the only one that was hittin it like Tyson, otha brotha’s were hittin it too.
And just her sayin that this was his baby…nah… that ain gonna do.
She said, “Judge, this is definitely his baby, cause I don’t get down like that.
He talking bout this ain’t his baby…
He must be smoking crack.”
Fast forward…DNA results come back,
Judge was like, hit tha road jack.
It says that you’re not the father right
here…according to this paper stack.
She was 16 with 2 kids, now…and tha second guy was like,
His baby…might not be his child.
“I want a test too, who knows if this is my baby,
I ain’t getting caught up like that with you.
Cause your case is beginning to look shady.”
So, back to court for child support…
He says…she says…
Judge says, “What a mess, we’ll have to settle this…with a DNA test.
Fast forward again…Déjà vu…
Cause he ain’t tha daddy of baby number two.
Now, there’s no happy ending,
That’s just tha way that life goes sometimes,
And sometimes, it’s just gotta rain…before tha sun shines.
So, struggling to raise 2 babies with no help,
While turning into a young lady…all by herself,
Definitely took a toll on her esteem…what was left of it,
Especially since she felt so alone…like her death number hit.
She had lost part of her future…and now, she was lookin for tha rest of it.
Cause all that she knew was a hard life,
Since she took her first breathe of it.
She came into this world alone,
And now…that’s how she felt with it,
Alone, like she was tha last one on earth,
Alone, like she felt when she gave birth…to her first,
Alone…and cold.
Yeah…alone…like she felt, when she was 15…and swole.
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Event of my Death

As I Iay in the dawn of the hours waiting for my body to rest

I wonder what I will do in the event of my death….

In the event of my death most just think heaven or hell

No not me it doesn’t stop there…

In the event of my death my spirit will leave my body

My spirit will truly start living

In the event of my death I case my location,

Thinking about what led up to this…

In the event of my death I will visit all my loved ones…

My first visit will be to my king..

I will watch over him making him feel secure..

In the event of my death I will make my presence known

I will make them feel me in the heart and their surroundings…

In the event of my death I will travel…

I will hover over all the pyramids in Egypt,

I will explore all the places I’ve never been..

In the event of my death I will talk with my creator..

I will know all the answers…

Most of all In the Event of my death I will meet with my brother..

My brother and I will be together again…

In the Event of My death I will realize I’m really not dead..

In the Event of My death I will know that my spirit lives on ..

I will know what living is all about…

In the Event of My death I will be immortal

I will be a goddess In the Event of My death...

I will be what I was born to be....

I will be free

I will be free of insecurities, free of poverty,

free of calamity, free of a broken heart,

Free of depression, free of negativity,

Free of racism, free of prejudice

I will be free In the Event of my Death

I will be all the things I was born to be...

I will be powerful, I will be beautiful, and I will be limitless

I will be a Goddess in the Event of my death...

Now what will you be....

Author: Templar Thomas © 2009

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