February 2012
17 posts
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Def Poetry Jam
I remember there was this show that aired weekly on HBO.
It featured many different faces, from different places, of different races, different ethnicities.
It wasnt about the looks of the speaker.
But the words they were speaking. Occasionally a famous person would come through and paint a picture so vivid.
You feel every letter in each sentence. Grabbing the attention of the audience...
Voices
The world keeps telling me.
Cam.
Get out get some money.
You have to be flashy.
Instead.
I sit at home.
Thinking about my ancestry.
Sometimes.
I feel like the people who lived before me.
Speaking to me.
Said they left some business for me to finish.
I took on the mission.
In my other ear.
I hear.
We getting blowed tonight.
Nigga you down with it?
Nah that’s not really my...
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Poem
To me.
A dream is what you were destined to do or be.
But.
What’s a dream to a non sleeper? What’s faith to a non believer?
The thought of failing to an over achiever?
Love comes.
Then it leaves ya.
Lies in the school is what they teach us.
Tried to find the truth in the bible.
I barely can believe the preachers.
Why does a helping hand need diamond rings?
To help the...
“Fantasy is what people want. But reality is what they need. And I just retired...”
– Lauryn Hill
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Simple.
As a poet.
Most people would expect me to
Tell you to get right.
Give insight on life.
Write some shit about love.
Use animals as metaphors.
Give life to the sun and inanimate objects.
Preach like the prophets.
Give you something you can feel.
Make you think.
Whatever.
In one phrase.
My perspective on life is.
Think for YOU.
Live for YOU.
Just be YOU.
Simple as that.
January 2012
25 posts
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Clocks
Damn.
Where did all the time go?
Seems like yesterday.
Mama was saying Cam eat your vegetables.
Use a period to make numbers decimals.
Turn up the sound higher decibels.
In the office with the principals.
Skipping class.
Acting a ass.
Playing touch football in the grass.
Man recess we use to play.
Now we struggle to survive and give back to Sallie Mae.
This is a message not just for...
“It’s hard to correct yourself, when you don’t know who you are in...”
– Cee Lo
A poem I wrote.
David.: Dancing In The Rain. →
oneofthemohicans:
It’s been a minute since I sat down and wrote
Been too busy askin’ God if he could pass down a rope
You know, just throw me some hope
Help me climb out the pain
But all I get is rain and dang it’s gettin’ harder to cope
But then I realize.. that rain is similar to takin’ showers
But…
Untitled
What am i doing?
Taking steps on this lonely road. Digging deep to find my soul. Sometimes it hurt.
Throw them boulders on my shoulders. My burdens are heavy.
Government supposed to protect me
But, like the levees.
I see em exploding before my eyes. 9/11.
Lost many lives.
Bodies left under pieces of debris. Across the waters.
Ms. Liberty her torch flaming.
Choir sanging.
I’m proud...
beright:
Elevators (ONP 86 Mix)
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Power
Power.
Can turn a boy into a grown man.
Power.
Can fuck up the world if in the wrong hands.
That’s the power of power.
2012 is the ending they say.
I say how’d you determine the hour?
Chaos brings order.
With knowledge comes power.
With power comes change.
With change comes.
TBD
Nowadays everything new is the “best” thing out.
Then everything old is thrown...
Watchoneofthemohicans:
12:34 (Mixtape)
Summer 2010
When I started taking music seriously.
J.O.B.
Shoutout to all the college students,
The ones Sallie Mae fooling,
That fabulous life look pretty.
You struggling for a degree.
Mama tell me get a j.o.b.
My dad agrees.
I’m just like.
Let me be me.
Let me tell you something about me.
I don’t believe in politics.
I know aliens exist.
I believe in God before religion.
Everybody was Jews when Jesus was living.
I have no faith...
December 2011
23 posts
“It’s crazy and delusional before it comes into fruition”
– Kanye West
http://somerandomguynamedcam.tumblr.com/post/145028... →
Hey you duck farts. If you don’t wanna scroll your dash go read my poem
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“Things do come around and make sense. Eventually.”
– Scott Mescudi
alrightrunit:
The Red
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What is love to me?
What is love to you?
A couple dollars in ya pocket.
Some hoes to screw.
A lil bit of pain and spilled blood,
Your dreams and aspirations covered in mud.
See,
It’s hard to love and easy to be loved. Every bird that fly ain’t a dove.
Even Satan had wings.
Even Judas betrayed.
This land is full of slaves. Subconsciously building their graves.
Pick out the...