December 2011
23 posts
“It’s crazy and delusional before it comes into fruition”
– Kanye West
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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...
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If.
If.
I had billions to give.
I would be sure everybody in the hospitals lived.
If.
It was up to me.
Going to war would be a thing of history.
If.
I could.
I would load up the Magic School Bus and travel through brains.
Just to see if you and I thought the same.
If.
I had a choice.
I would.
Lower the salaries of politicians.
If.
The opportunity was given to me.
I would interrogate...
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Everybody's Doing It
I’m going get a whole bunch of tattoos.
Cuz everybody’s doing it.
I’m going to get a car with the biggest rims.
Cuz everybody’s doing it.
I’m going to make it rain in the club.
Cuz everybody’s doing it.
I’m going to wear Polo.
Even if I’m just going to the grocery store.
Cuz everybody’s doing it.
I’m going to publicize to the...
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Speaking truthfully.
They saying they ain’t feeling me. Conscious flows about the problems of our economy.
Governments a monarchy,
Labeled me a menace to society.
Say I’m talking crazy too.
Lucifer watching my every move. Hoping his trap I fall into and crumble, In this walk of faith.
I can’t stumble.
Here I stand, humble.
Quiet as a mumble.
Welcome to the jungle.
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“because i’d rather be all by myself, instead of...
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At night.
I dream the dream.
That I’d be considered king.
As if Martin Luther was inside of me.
Truth is Huey Newton is who inspired me.
Malcolm X who I try to be.
I look in the mirror.
Then ask myself questions daily.
Like.
What is my purpose?
Where am I headed?
Am I living in the wrong?
But it feels right.
With a lil faith.
I can move these mountains.
Soul searching on my...