Tuesday, July 7, 2009

truth no lie from a guy

I get more attention from black guys,
but i speak the truth not even a white lie,
cause when we're one on one I get so shy,
I'm from the chi so i guess i do or die,
but i choose live to get my high,
not from Mary but i pray on high,
just looking because most of these guys are sneaky sly,
I build a wall so never I cry,
so I sit and wonder and sigh
will I meet my guy on a Pharcyde passing on by
or do I need to become one of those girls that does nothing by try
but its a lie to myself, if I change myself
so I continue to be me until nothing left
and one day there will be one who will beseech me and complete me
but until that day
alone I'll happily be



Cant cook many things in the kitchen,
I tell the truth there's no snitching,
I want to marry a doctor, but I have a thing for broke musicians



killing like RJ Reynolds,
but rather wrap up youth,
and save these memories,
cryogenically like Disney.
Reading Vonnegut and finding the classiest way to commit suicide in an attempt to live,
in an attempt to breathe fresh air of my freedom,
my uniqueness,
but none following the trendiness,
but i know the trends and they call my hip,
but then you say I'm not cool cause i don't dip
and I definitely don't swag,
but what I have measures up to mountains of what you lag



rob money,
get bank,
then you sip on your drank,
listen to rap music you and thats the only thing black people thank
but i know we can think
we still have poets who lyrically draw ink when they speak



I say who's the one holding my skin twins back,
but when i hear nonsense no one reacts,
rather they clap, no rather they dance.
Start the minstrel show I say every time a new BET video goes



girls look like they're from Brazil in their thong bikini,
I'm sorry is that your skirt, or did you say its a dress.
a single thread of string couldn't cover less.
You can show from your bottom to chest,
but last thing your going to get is respect
because your aiming for way way less



I want to wear Cazals over my contacts
and Lanvin over my toes.
i care about creativity and style,
not just the brand of my clothes



change your life this is the new deal,
I don't need new clothes for my style to kill


i may crush fast, but i stay grounded
I never fall,
cause most these guys say they ball
but they're not doing anything with their life at all

Thursday, June 25, 2009

UNrestricted

sometimes i feel restricted
restricted by my race
restricted by my age
restricted by my gender
they make me feel restricted
oh no you cant talk like that
they say pronouncing words like that makes me not black
they expect me to sit and slack and take pride in ignorance
instead a I rather take a stance
because what was done in the past
we were finally given me a chance
and I will not lose it
I did not choose to prove that
I am bright, different and focused
because in my words, lies where it is
oh no you cant look like that
oh no you can't listen to that
why is your hair no long or perfectly styled like that
i'm tired them thinking I'm restricted
but these restrictions were not defined by one race
so do not blame
they created, but we enforce that shame

Mixtapes and Interest

I might smile in your face,
but that doesn't mean i will download your mixtape.
yea you might get lots of studio time and dates
and I'm definitely not trying to hate,
but i think I was born a generation too late
because I remember when music was music.
not just a catchy hook to snap to, swag to, lean, rock to
or whatever these fake gangsters are trying to do.
but I know the truth,
what Digable Planets, Tribe, and Pharcyde use to do
like a pop-rock group,
most of these new rap fans are full of poseurs trying to emulate
and consume mindless material that I hate.
why.
to fit in,
and that is why i lend a helping hand to those who want to be enlightened,
by what some call my guidance
out of uncertainty
but it also dawns on me
is that there really exists gangs and GDs,
who kill children like they're playing dunk hunt,
each murder made my heart sunk,
deeper and deeper than an emo kids love of the oblivion,
I can even imagine losing a son or daughter.
it will consume me like a illness that cannot absolved so simply
but i decided to swallow this bitter pill,
because I feel that I must take something to understand.
clean the mirrors,
wipe the glass,
because I don't know see why women sing songs that glorify the shaking of one's...
ask me
why I don't really dance in the club,
get close to guys and rub,
because my body is a vessel and i refuse to fake intimacy
and hear lies about how you want to get with me,
because I know they know they don't see my full potential and they don't care about my drive, they just care about getting me from point A to point B which is in their ride.
its not that I judge,
it just that I get a vibe,
and I don't pontificate, but to guys i just summarize
that I'm not interested.