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[VSOP]

1st track-Pray For me

How can you not write to it with free instrumental to start you off?

comments welcome

darkened soul
in my apartment alone
lit spliff in the ashtray
stuck in the net
getting lit forgetting this
so much info flyin past me
Mood Muzik 4 blasting
headphones are Dr Dre Beats
teardrops falling down sleeves like bootleg copies of Carter 3
high
regretting life
staring at my screen all day
waitin to see the reflection of the cops rushin my apartment
sayin they can smell weed in the hallway
codeine cartridges and shaking trigger fingers
this is just me reading my poems and understanding what ignorance is
finally coming to the conclusion that my different personalities have differences
battling with number 2 prison shivs
and bic pen's pistol clips
ideas outlined in chalk
I am off
I am the lost tourist pulling up to reality at the gas station asking for directions
I am so out of it I am past inpatient
I am Impatient with the grim reaper
she is love and I'm not speaking with her
shes broke my heart in the past
now I have 7 years of bad luck

thas jus fucked up
cuz I'm married to that hoe for 6 more years

I thought I defined self
now I moved to a new destination trying to refind self
mind melts of memories like a grilled cheese
dreams of "I can't believe I don't live there anymore"
like it was all a dream

and it was like Jigga said
trying to star 69 1800suicide like Gravediggaz' sex
I am perplex
I am nervous
I curse when I walk and count my steps
just in case life pushes me down
I can figure out how long it will be til I get back

hopefully I don't forget
cuz I'm sure itll happen soon I can feel it
the spirit of my soul is drowning
regrets are adherent
can I blame it on my parents?
I have no history
maybe its the beer
maybe its the weed brownies

*looks in a mirror*

OH LOOK!
I FOUND ME!!!

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

*plays joe budden-inseparable*

bare witness to the lost vacant spirit

the weary and the deprived

living a life that dwell within a lie

i try to be contempt and under strain

to be the bigger man to refrain from bringing pain upon your face

you told me you love me and etc

fed up with the 9 to 5 yelling about who has it better

meanwhile i'm secretly jealous and whatever

to the thought of your income is our investment

staring blank faced at the sweet thought of being separate

you all i need though and the simple thought of starting over

building up trust and karma is thrusting upon my ability

to try again and plus the shit is silly

REALLY baby REALLY THOUGH

going through dilemma and entering an agenda

trying to be the best contender to the other gender

and trying not to offend her before i end up playing defender

entering and re entering the same evolving door

no longer i can be separate from you YOU MY EVERYTHING

PRIDE HAS NO CLUE

on the ability to share a smile like the last slice

and staying with the one that you made a bond in Christ

 

[VSOP]

*plays joe budden-inseparable*

bare witness to the lost vacant spirit

the weary and the deprived

living a life that dwell within a lie

i try to be contempt and under strain

to be the bigger man to refrain from bringing pain upon your face

you told me you love me and etc

fed up with the 9 to 5 yelling about who has it better

meanwhile i'm secretly jealous and whatever

to the thought of your income is our investment

staring blank faced at the sweet thought of being separate

you all i need though and the simple thought of starting over

building up trust and karma is thrusting upon my ability

to try again and plus the shit is silly

REALLY baby REALLY THOUGH

going through dilemma and entering an agenda

trying to be the best contender to the other gender

and trying not to offend her before i end up playing defender

entering and re entering the same evolving door

no longer i can be separate from you YOU MY EVERYTHING

PRIDE HAS NO CLUE

on the ability to share a smile like the last slice

and staying with the one that you made a bond in Christ

damn good piece homie

I havent even listened to the whole tape yet-just that 1st song on repeat like 10 times

gonna bump it all today while cleanin the house and workin out so most likely Ill be motivated to write somethin else lol

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

damn good piece homie

I havent even listened to the whole tape yet-just that 1st song on repeat like 10 times

gonna bump it all today while cleanin the house and workin out so most likely Ill be motivated to write somethin else lol

thanks for the props...ya piece of course is good...this album and the movie slam slowly but surely getting me out of retirement lol

anywho back to the thread

*listens to joe budden- desert for thought*

they can never take me alive

under the cell or the close quarter

i'm running from my life

from the devil and disorder

chaos in my veins to maintain my process

thoughts echoing to a time when i just

chill and feel the breeze of philly spring

endure philly summer of the slums and the slumber

the high in the air and the souls that leave bodies

violent by design by the time they hit 12

manic by 20 and the funeral by 30

maybe lower who i'm kidding youngins are nicely fitting

casket close and expose to the dirt

block reppin and keeping vows underneath satans skirt

the flirt of death echoes under breath

running from the flesh i succumb to the fall of man

the insanity hours and my seconds are in high demand

waiting for a plan that god has in store for me

but the job in me wants a J.O.B

lack of intellect and i often forget my moments of victory

spewing poems plotting on who to hit on with the same pity

full of pride ego and scorn over the year

got me hating my wife and peers

jeers from the audience as they see me flare up

and stare blankly while grabbing the mic and screaming i dare you

battle me or kill me end my life

so i can go back in time when things were right

holding nikki in my arms her son runs and play

the checks coming in and i'm feeling good ok

infusions for my sick days and food from the corner

bed gone but a coat extending its place

laptop on deck and ps3 on display

my life is a IT's dream and a broke niggas paradise

but i sacrifice all that to extend my faith and expand my life on track

until the flack comes with the territory

sitting alone in the 4 room cell with outside capabilities

room and abroad

ps3 to calm the nerves and the music to be heard from the intercom

to keep me calm

unfortunately my fumbling and turmoil has me hating this confinement

trapped in this hell no job and lack of elegant material wishes

i guess those things are common man wishes

no more complaining here some dishes to continue cleaning

 

[Legend24]

I been writing to a lot of Budden instrumentals lately... I'm feeling this topic. Are you in that mood yet?

Instrumental - Aftermath

Where do I draw the line between pain and pleasure?

Putting pen to paper trying to make the situation better

But as I write I fight the urge to go ballistic

Satanistic thoughts surround me, but no one is listenin

If I let it all out in a room of empty souls

Am I still thought to be angry if nobody knows?

Mixed emotions as I tackle both life and death

Not sure if it's punishment or a part of life's tests?

Who knows what kind of sick game we're being played in

Came outside for the experience, but fuck, should've stayed in

Ignorance is bliss, wouldn't miss it if I never knew it

Wouldn't know this pain if I was never put through it

Life comes to a halt once reality sets in

There is no pleasure in a world where you bury your best friend

Or your mother, your father, or everything you believe in

The power of will, torture, which is the reason?

Anger to the extreme, glass starts to shatter

Silent screams bring peace, but dreams cease the latter

Hallucinations of what matter put life into perspective

This high is what keeps me permanently resurrected

As long as I am in the clouds, I will never die

Be content the day I finally touch the sky

You got it hard, but fight on, don't embrace the fire

Just pray for the day when our straits are no longer dire.

 

[VSOP]

thanks for the props...ya piece of course is good...this album and the movie slam slowly but surely getting me out of retirement lol

yo SLAM is my shit! anytime I cant write-I watch that movie and it gets me in the mood

hmmm time to skip through the tape and find a beat to write too while I blaze this spliff

 

[VSOP]

couldn't keep any topic goin so jus skipped through on some Book of Rhymes type sh!t

wrote this to every track but come along....



I will never fall cuz I have the soul of a fighter

the heart of a lover

the intentions of a martyr

the appearance of a hustler

stay losing but I'm always ready to double up

tattoo tears duct taped

I dont make love I fuck rape

my insides are so black

I lean Patron back and pee Cognac

my pupils are ink blots

ride my train of thoughts on the tracks of my tears

straight into a dark tunnel

lost and nobody will care

no jewelry

I'm anti-karats

no love for me

I'm anti-marriage

started seein a woman with a ring after the divorce of my parents

like I believed it when she told me "its already over"

was I thinkin with my dick or with my arrogance?

I blame everything on the alter ego

he talks Deep, low

Sweet, slow

blunt always sayin somethin dumb that he wants to repo

but he knows

honesty is just his heart on his sleeve

followed by a Homer "D'OH!"

liquid swords slicin birthday cakes

little girls legs open with razor blades cummin

increasing the murder rate

hundred percent

runnin down the pages of Peters gold book

she smiles

her good look

I'm on trees

High

on good good

she smells my leaves

slides down my branch to some good wood

No idea what I'm gonna write next

I'm my wifes ex

....him

I'm my pipes best friend

I'm my childs next gift

after I got arrested and couldnt see him

on his birthday weekend

didn't have a calling card to call so I sent him a Hallmark card

some dumb ass dog on the front

saying somethin

"I'm sorry"

but those 2 words were 2 swords that cut his birthday cake in half

his asthma blew out the candle flames

before he could make his wish

that would never come true

cuz his dad got drunk and had to take a piss

on the back of the cop car

middle finger up in the rearview

Thanks dad

for bein soooooo bad

such a bad father

this is my reply

in 365 days don't even bother

sincerely...your inner child

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

yo SLAM is my shit! anytime I cant write-I watch that movie and it gets me in the mood

hmmm time to skip through the tape and find a beat to write too while I blaze this spliff

yessirrrrr lol...especially the girl from the wire's poem during the slam...that shit was just plain epic

on another note damn the piece you did just in here is sickkkkk....that book of rhymes style brings the best out of people yo i swear...keep it up

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

*Remember the Titans*

Hoodie on cold winter

hell fire scorn me

devil plays angel and the angel is rocking the machete

veteran poet with the razor wire barbed wire lingo

nails and razors become tobacco for my nerves

words become invitational violence

silence becomes the ultimate price to retaliation

thought becomes execution for revenge

lord forgive me for using these methods

so spiritual with the rhymes of literature

spilling ink upon skin and rub it within

to get the bigger picture and feel the words of scripture

that attacks from my mind, hands, and pen

upon paper laying in a broken down house

that has spirits of spousal abuse

drug raids and excuses to be haunted by the truth

the fly in the room could see the insanity

caught up within my own narcissistic vanity

humanity created a monster with angelic prophetic gift

the spirit of the renaissance of Harlem mix with 18th century madness

dangerous combo of edger and hughes

my work becomes tombstones and tablets for the future to read

so proceed to anticipate a dream

a man thats responsible for turning a simple writer to a regime

 

[VSOP]

yessirrrrr lol...especially the girl from the wire's poem during the slam...that shit was just plain epic

on another note damn the piece you did just in here is sickkkkk....that book of rhymes style brings the best out of people yo i swear...keep it up

yeah that movie is mos def in my top 10

"I STAND ON THE BLOCK SLANGIN AMETHYST ROCKS!"