Poetic Injustice: February 2011

Monday, February 28, 2011

L.I.F.E (Love Invokes Faith Everlasting)

Written for Lucky and Wayne

So many friends with a letter, Life,

It is what it is, but it sho aint nice

Death by increments, no parole, the Doc plan.

We can rap it or rhyme it, but who'll lend a hand?

Who'll put some flowers on Ms Flossy's grave?

Who'll teach Lil Momma how to behave?

Who'll take a grandchild shopping for school?

Or even apply the Golden Rule?

Life, who really cares?

Words are cheap and seldom true,

But love speaks volumes, you know what to do,

Procrastinate, prevaricate,

Posthumous accolades? Please, give me a break

Dudes be faking, lames galore

Youth be still, elders to the fore

Usher a generation thru freedom's door

Stop spitting idle rap, united we can do much more

Call it like you see it champ

Homeless spoken words, abandon like a tramp

Eyes wide open yet we're still sleeping.

We say we're conscious, huh, our ancestors are weeping.

Bake a cake and light the candles, the birth of a new day.

God is the Judge, He has the final say.

From prison to the promised land. Let the whole world know.

Tell Pharoah, "Let my people GO!!"

Michael P

Vehement Distrust of Authority

Not trusting them or their kind,
Fuck them and their position;
The most self-righteous of mankind,
Their ignorance makes them blind;
And they contribute to my condition.

No longer willing to hear their words,
They're no better off than me;
The shit they speak is for the birds;
Nothing more than pigs in herds...
Their true intent you'll see.

So many times I've seen the truth,
Of what they're all about;
Many times within my youth,
I've seen their lies beneath false truth;
Their integrity I'll always doubt.

I doubt there is no ever will be....
A person fulling this role;
An honorable person of authority,
I just don't think can be;
They're more like insidious mole.

Shane P

Friday, February 25, 2011

Pieces of shattered dreams

Piece of a man scattered

His dreams shattered

Bullied by the gaints of life

Success taunts him

Poisoning his good heart

Dignity straddles of the fences

As his role as a man is

Challenged by preconceived notions

Hence, the shade

Of his skin, fed up he doesn't give a F***

Into the castle of self, leaving

Only a hidden entrance, Periodically

He sneaked out.

Wakeel

Dear Kenny

Dear Kenny,

Remember me?

I was born Feb 1980

By a very, very pretty lady

Named Debbie

I believe the both of you

Said " I do"

You'll had five kids,

I was number two....

Wakeel

Standing

Standing at the edge of a cloud,

Looking up at the ground,

Ready to dive down,

And fall into my life.

Wakeel

Life in the fast LANE!

Life livin' in the fast lane

While rollin' the dicez

I crap out 2 an early grave

Inscripted on my tombstone

"OUTLAW 4 LIFE"

Bury in the earth

Feeli' no hurt of the tearz

Rollin' down the facez of the luv 1's

Who mourned 4 their lost

Brother, son, father, husband

Even those who mourned

With the taste of liquor drownin' their pain

Blowin' weed smoke in the sky

In the remembrance of their lost kinfolk

Now, some will say

Life is a Bitch

(Excuse my french)

But now viewin' frum from my death

I'll say life is a blessin'

I choose 2 missed

while livin' in the fast lane

Attracted 2 the fast thangz

***

Cee, I had a desire 4 foreign whipz

Yea, picture me rollin'

A lust 4 fast chickz with thick hipz

And that drug money, oh... what so good money

Not alone my fingerz had a passion 4 the trigger

Trigger happy I was

Which resulted 2 me spendin' multiply years in prison

As an adolescence

All resultin' frum years of not listenin'

2 the scriptures grandmother used 2 recite

Or listenin' 2 the wisdom from the old drunk

Who spent his time in front of the bar

Playin' chess with no partner

I really thought he was insane

Little did I know

He was playin' his position

In this game of life

Who used 2 say, "Young Souljah"

U playin' ure=self out of position

In this game of life

Surely he was right

Cuz school 4 me was nuthin'

But a fashion show

Go pick up girls who was ready go

Sell weed & run the hallways

I was 1 of' em fools

WHo use 2 hooked school

Posted up on the corner

With a package of "stonez"

Hustlin' 4 that almighty dollar

Strap with not 1 but 2 gunz

And they label me a

Outlaw, Outlaw dear God I wonder

Can u save me...

Feelin' the lyrics of Tupac

Cuz I was a thug of life

If u woulda asked of my life

I woulda told you that life is a bitch!!!

(Excuse my french)

Life is a blessin'

We chose 2 missed

While livin' in the fast lane

Addicated 2 the material things...

***

Now I'm tryin' 2 model life

As Malcolm Little done

His days in a cell

Sittin' in the visited room

Wipin' tears frum mother's eyes

She just want her baby boy home

Even though I'm a grown man

Sean H.B

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Questions?

Why so few leaders in my hood?

Why are todays youth misunderstood?

Why is life so confusing?

why does todays youth look at death as amusing?

Why is love so hard to find?

Why do we look at hate as if we are blind?

Why are there so many wars?

Why can't that money be spent on the poor?

Why is education on the bottom of the list?

Why when that question is ask those in power get piss?

Why when Obama was about to make a different?

Why did those around him display that stinky way of thinking?

Why did it take for my mama to be beaten

Why wait this long to get Aaron the proper treatment?

Why is God constantly testing my faith

Why can't I fully realize its truly about his grace?

Why is boss lady all about the struggle?

Why can't the others live outside the bubble?

Why is one of my mentor's still suffering with Aids?

Why was this decree man made?

Why stand around and ask questions?

Why not start living to make the world better?

Hotep

Wayne B.B

Is it Luv?

"Is it luv"

Luv creeps in the strangest place.

Quietly tiptoeing

Across floor boards

Filled with consequences

Where every creak reminds you

Just how deep water falls.

Everything falls.

I fell...

Or should I say I slipped

Into the arms of someone

Who hasn't realized

She has caught my attention

She has captured my eyes

Carried my soul

By oppressing my feelings;

Pumping my blood-

Forcing my heart

Thru unwilling labor of L.O.V.E

Is this Luv?

Rap

A new start

As a man of loose desires

And mix emotions

I'm sure to fail

When love strongly approach

Even when at times my actions

May seem that

I'm ungrateful and inconsiderate

Do understand deeply in my heart

There is love for you unconditionally

So don't fault me

Of my actions but do

Have faith in my heart

For your love has given me

A new start!

Sean H.B

Longing for love...

For how long will I gaze at this man-made device

That can depict a love nonexistent in this world?

I absord Ghost and come to tears

With a feeling the tragedy of true love lost.

Then my heart feels a prick of pain -

Does true love like this even truly exist

Outside of Hollywood's protrayal?

Is something so profound...so rare...even real?

Or is it just an unreachable ideal?

I may never know...

I continue to live vicariously

Through a man-made device

That depicts Hollywood's ideals -

The ideals we all long for

But can experience no where else.

Shane P