Poetic Injustice

Friday, February 25, 2011

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

Monday, January 31, 2011

Play Your Cardz Right!!!!

Excuse me,

But I see it as clear

As the oldest tears

That appear hopelessly confused

With pain and fear

Listen,

You don't have to explain to me

This game that seems to be played

By every lame you meet

I'm just asking you to ask yourself

Are you really in on this hand

Dealt by illusion of a beautiful life

That you must demand

A life that strives to be honest

But eventually it institutes

Inconsequential problems

Problems that push your mind

Over the edge of sanity

Landing face flat

On scraps of excuses

That usually crack the backbones of families

Listen,

Don't ever let your choices sleep

With the anxious forces creeping

Thru your dreams like forgotten memories

Of a life you just cant keep

But instead,

Let every decision you make

Rise between the serenity of deep breaths

That fly thru the time

You've put aside with your steep mess

Patience could be the move that cheats death

Yes,

Patience could be the blow that beats death

Baby, only if you knew

Of the works of subtle virtues

That burst with beauty within you

Never again will a hand ever hurt you

Or the words used to offend you

Become the whip that's been cracked by ignorance

To keep your mind

Trapped in servitude

With every intension

To tighten the tension

That will eventually murder you

You heard me

I SAID IT

MURDER YOU

Never again

Should you fold your hand

Out of confussion and pressure

Just yank time from the hand of eternity

And claim what is righteously yours

Not theirs,

His,

Hers,

Or mine

But yours, your time

The time that's expected

To determine who is worthy

If yourr mind and affection

They will try with deception

To shatter your heart

Into abstract pieces

Of disdainful tears

The purpose may seem blurry

But the pain is clear

No one ever notices those

That have worry for days, even years

Years soaked in months of sad weeks

Where helpless mothers have weeped

For a child that's been blinded

By a false perception of love

They fell deep, deep, deep, inside of

Only if they would've known

That a home built to last generation

Will not stand on its own cracked foundation

Its just not going to happen

So honestly, tell me

What reason is their to rush

(like a blood in blushed cheecks),

Thru every season of lust

Just cause you felt crushed

By the pressure of

Beauty, understanding and trust

Look,

I know you're wise enough

To realized that freedom

Is measured by limits

Surrounding its core

That time hides nothing

But opportunities you should be striving for

And the only limits restricing its existence

For capturing endless possiblities

Are the limits we've implemented ourselves

Without our issues

Time has no limit

So, why would you deprive absolute freedom

From something so innocent

Its logical and basic

Time is free for the taken

So, take it

Cradle it within your soul

And protect it like an infant

Exposed to the cold

Hold your thoughts over its eyes

Until it finds enough strength

To rise with the sun

Guiding you through every truffle of life

Then,

With a smile on your face

Watch it fade into the night

And remind yourself

That the wager you placed on the table

Is nothing less than priceless

Every element stretching

From your gracious love to your dignity

Is essential in the survival

Of your precious identity

So listen carefully,

If you must throw everything on the table

At least take some critical advice

Enslave your heart

Humble your nerves

Live patiently in the moment

And

Play Your Cardz Right!!!!

Rap

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Riddled Thoughts

Driven by instinct and impulse...

Running wild with anger and pain...

My thoughts have turned against me;

Unchecked feelings have butchered my life;

How could I let this be???

By blaming shrinks, I lost focus;

Now my thoughts have ruined me;

I should have focused on why....

Why, wHy, WHY...

Why did I think and feel the way i did!?!

No one knows my thoughts like me,

Or can see my past so vividly;

I should have sifted through the debris,

And reconfigured the scatter pieces;

Truly, I possessed all that I needed.

I thought all shrinks were fakes;

But with an unbiased view, I realize...

A few really tried to help;

If I would have worked with them,

My diseased thoughts would not have won...

Shane P

Guiding Principle

The guiding principle

Of growth

For women

Is the love for self.

Sean H.B

Can you forgive me for my mistakes?
Do you believe I have what it takes?
To be the man you want me to be
Even though I'm not even free
I'm not the same person you met at a fight
I'm the person trying to make things right
I've changed from who I was in the past
No longer the one with a stone to cast
I want to show you but don't know how
That's why I'm writing this for you now.
I want this posted so you can see
What it is you mean to me
I hope this shows just how I feel
And lets you know my words are real
So in the end I hope it's clear
No matter what I'll always be here
Ready to give you all of my heart
Because all I'm asking is for a fresh start

Qawiyy aka Robert W
Copyright © 2010

Love is....

Love is like a valley, full of snow
At first look, it's as beautiful as can be.
But if you crawl into the valley without
The proper protection, it can be so cold..
At least this is what I thought.
Then I realized I had you.
Being in love with you is like Heaven on earth.
I have no worries.
You're always there through good and bad.
You let me know everything is going to be alright.
I feel so safe.
I'm confident.
I'm comfortable.
I'm free.
I'm careful.
I'm happy.
And in the end, love is always what I wanted to be.
Love is.....
Love is.....
Love is you.
You are my love.
Thank God for Love.

Qawiyy aka Robert W
Copyright © 2010