THE GREATEST WORDS NEVER WROTE...THIS AINT THEM

THE GREATEST WORDS...NEVER WROTE. THIS AINT THEM BUT..
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THE GREATEST WORDS NEVER WROTE...THIS AINT THEM! by dusean dunbar/ bishop g



DAMN I BEEN BANGING DIFFERENT HOES STATE TO STATE,

POCKETS LACED WITH HUNDRED STACKS I STAY GETTING CAKE,

IM SWIMMING IN THE WARMEST SWIMMING POOLS EVER MADE,

JACCUZI BUBBLES WASHING ALL THE DIRT FROM MY BRAIDS,

MAN OH MAN...IM SO BLESSED...SUCCESS IS SO SWEET,

MY CLOTHES ARE SO NEAT...ITS LIKE I COULD WALK THROUGH LIFE WITH NO FEET...

COULD DO IT ON MY HANDS,

IM PERFECTLY BALANCED..A HANSOMELY ASSEMBLED MAN,

I SPEAK WITH IMPORTANCE...SEE ME ON PICTURES WITH JORDAN, AND CATCH ME POSING JUMPING ON STAGE IN MY JORDANS,

MAN IM GORGEOUS..FINE AS HELL...IM A MODEL,

THANK GOD ILL NEVER TAKE A DRINK FROM A BOTTLE..

OF LIQOUR THAT IS...I STAY WITH THAT FIJI WATER,

GIRL OUTTA OF THIS WORLD..SHES E.T'S. DAUGHTER,

IM DEEP AS 3 BODYS OF WATER COMPILED TOGETHER,

AND I BOOK FLIGHTS IN ONLY TURBULENT WEATHER,

WHATS THE USE OF HAVING THIS MUCH LUCK AND NOT GAMBLING, USE MY THIRD EYE AND SIXTH SENSE WHILE WATCHING CHANNEL 10,

AND GODDAMN IM THIN...FUCK FAT PEOPLE!

AND JUST TO THINK...THEY SAID I ONLY FUCKED FAT PEOPLE!

FOOLS...I GRADUATED TOP OF MY CLASS IN SCHOOLS,

A MASTER MASON WITH A BASEMENT FULL OF TOOLS,

YEAH NIGGERS THIS IS THE LIFE OF WHITEY DUNBAR,

SHOOT THE FUCKING SUN AND THE MOON..I SHINE AS 1 STAR!





COMPLETE BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!









WHAT IF WRITING I GUESS.

WHATTEVA...JUST BRAINSTORMING WHILE MOURNING AND GETTING THROUGH MY DEPPRESSION I GUESS.

PEACE.

Poison (one of my old poems)

Ok Ok Ok So I promised a poem the other day and uhhh I aint got nothing YET LOL!! but until then, here's one of my favorite ones I wrote back a few months ago.. I was listenin to The Cool (album not song) followed by Nas's What Goes Around (Poison) and BAM the result was this poem below... but uhhh New poem Coming soon!!! 

BISHOP WHERE YOU AT??? POST YA NEW STUFF

-Poison-

Injected infection aka Poison ...
Poisonous substances destroyes em...
A Poison injected and we enjoyed it...
Inhale it then deploy it...
So everyone around Tastes the Poison...
No escape of this Poison like noises...
Cuz even a deaf person hears voices...
Breast Implants and Poisonous Pills...
White Powder substance that kills...
Attitude of The Cool that controls wills...
Its all Poison so tell me the deal?...
The Skull and Bone, its a dangerous sign...
Its Poison that causes you to shoot the Nine...
Poison also commits the Crime...
Cuz Poison Corrupts our mind...
Jealousy, Envy, and Hate...
That's all what Poison creates...
Love too is what Poison makes...
The Poison is even part of our traits...
Soft Drinks and Wikipedia links...
Cartoons and Alcoholic drinks...
Bush's rule and the Media stinks...
All these are what Poison is...
Razors cuttin away at your wrists...
Poison of Brand Name clothes make u the shit...
Poor's Poison is beef with the rich...
The rich's Poison is what their cash is...
There's too much around...
That tries to dumb us down...
Then leave us dumb found...
So we too dumb to know how danger sounds...

~Think Twice Before You Inject The Poison In Your Body~


Whether you know it or not, we all allow some poison into our systems but sometimes will be soo used to it that we wont know that we're causing damage until its too late....

~Rhymestyle~

WE'VE FAILED EACHOTHER

WE'VE FAILED EACHOTHER by dusean dunbar/ bishop g





FRONTING IS FUTURELESS

ASK M.C. BREED...

SOCIETY HAS BECOME RUTHELESS

TOO OUR NEEDS...

CLUTTER OUR MINDS WITH THINGS TO WANT

ADVERTISING,

WHILE LIVES ARE DAMAGED FROM MISHANDLING AND

FANTASIZING,

MY 33 TATTOOS AND SCARS REVEAL MY TRAVELS..

FACE, BACK, ARMS, CHEST,..NOSE DIBBLED AND DABBLED,

I ATTRACTED PEOPLE WHO SOON GREW TOO RESENT ME,

IM STANDING SOAKED IN RAIN HOLDING FLOWERS LIKE LOVE SENT ME!

ITS TOO LATE TOO PINCH ME IM DESENSITIZED TO PAIN,

ENERGIZED IN MY BRAIN BUT VICTIMIZED AND BARELY SANE,

A SHAME I WANNA LEAVE THIS PLACE BUT UNDERSTAND,

ITS ONLY SO MUCH PRESSURE TO PLACE UPON A MAN

AND I KNOW MY SHIT IS MORE THAN OFTEN SELF INFLICTED

DUSEAN SCREAMING LIKE DAMN...THATS UNHEALTHY BISHOP

AND BISHOP LIKE..BITCH NIGGA JUST HELP ME WITH THIS

DUSEAN GIVES IN...NOW THERE BROKEN AND DEFENSELESS,

CHOKING UP WITH RESENTMENT

MUSCLES HURTING FROM CONSTANT TENSENESS

TO CONTINUE IS SENSELESS,

I NEED MY FUCKING BACK SCRATCHED AND RUBBED WITH SHEA BUTTER...

I WISH A HAD A PLAY MOTHER...

INSTEAD I DEAL WITH BITCHES WHO SAY DONT PLAY MOTHERFUCKER,GLAD MY LIFE IS FUCKED LIKE A GAY MOTHERFUCKER,

WHATTEVER WITH THIS...BURY THIS SHIT WITH MY OTHER NOTES I WROTE IN HOPES THAT MY READERS COULD GIMMIE HOPE...

WEVE FAILED EACHOTHER!





HOPE YA LIKE THIS.

NAW...NOT DONE YET!!! NEW 2 MINUTE MIND EXPLOSION

AIRING MEESELF OUT by dusean dunbar/ bishop g






LOVE IS IN IN ME
YOUR SOMEONE I COULD NEVER ENVY,
HEFFA WITH LESS THAN PLENTY..
GODS GONNA SEND THEE
STRAIGHT TO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT
HEARTLESS BITCH...IM REMARKABLY PISSED
OFF WITH BALLED UP FIST,
THEN I BREAK THE MIRROR...
STEERING A CREAM LINCOLN WRECKLESS,
CHILDREN NAMES ETCHED ACROSS MY DOGTAG KNECKLACE,
IN DEPTH AND READY FOR DEATH BUT NOT REALLY
IM SLEEPDEPRIVED DEPRESSED AND TEXTING ALL SILLY,
NAW...AT THE PRESENT MOMENT IM PHONELESS
CLOSET IN MY TRUNK HOMELESS BUT AT LEAST I GOT
MY OWN WHIP...SPEAKING OF THAT SOMBODY HIT IT...
DENTED MY SHIT AND SMOOTH GOT AWAY WITH NO TICKET,
DECAYING OLD BISHOP...DISMAYED AND DETERED,
TRYING TO GET BY SINGING THESE 3 WORDS...
FUCK THIS SHIT.....FUCK THIS SHIT...
I LOVE YOU...BUT FUCK LOVE WHEN IT GETS LIKE THIS.



ABOUT ME...BUT ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE TOO.

What If...

What If...

What if I stopped writing poetry...

What if people never got inspired by what they read...

What if my poems were just rhymes?...

Filled with violence, money and dymes...

Would you still call it a poem??...

what if I never heard a hip hop song?...

What if I never heard Biggie or pac growin up?...

Would I be the same as I am now or just a fuck up?

Would I be walking around disrespecting females?...

Be a drughead busy being focused on a road to fail...

Would crime be a part of my life?..

Would living paycheck to paycheck and 60 hour weeks suffice?...

I dont even want to think twice, Hip Hop saved my life...

No lie, she kept me alive, HIP HOP SAVED MY LIFE...

I carry her essence in my heart, she keeps me away from the dark...

No.. no she never died, she's just hiding, playin it smart...

While her son RAP breeds names that steal her identity...

No she's not dead, she's very well alive within you and me...

She fought for me when I was a kid, so I fight for her...

While she's hiding, I am part of an army fighting for a cure...

Fighting so she's still alive tomorrow without a need to hide...

Hip Hop... saved my life... so now I fight for her to be alive...

Shout out to artists who fight for Hip Hop!!

Shout out to Lupe Fiasco, Bishop G, Nas, Common, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Affion Crockett, John O., propaYne, Turbo, Wale, Outkast, Kanye West, K1ngEljay, June, Cali Prince, Tony Gibbs, EVERYONE AT ETA IOTA RHO (world's first hip hop fraternity) and EVERYONE ELSE I FORGOT TO MENTION!!! Hip Hop is very well alive, she's just struggling and we need to continue to fight for her everyday!!

~Rhymestyle~

NEVER GONNA MAKE IT

NEVER GONNA MAKE IT...BY DUSEAN DUNBAR/ BISHOP G 11 07 08





IM NEVER GONNA MAKE IT
IVE BROKEN WHAT I MADE,
I GUESS ITS SAFE TO SAY IT,
HOPE NEVER GOT ME PAID,

AT TIMES I HOLD MY HEAD HIGH IN SHAME,
THEN LOWER MY HEAD DOWN WHEN MY DOMINANCE REIGNS,
IM THE MAN STUCK UNDER WHAT I OVERCAME,
I LEAVE HOSPITAL BURN UNITS LOOKING FOR FLAMES,

IM NEVER GONNA MAKE IT,
IVE BROKEN WHAT I MADE,
I GUESS ITS SAFE TO SAY IT,
HOPE NEVER GOT ME PAID,
HARD WORK ONLY LINED MY POCKETS WITH POCKET CHANGE,
DAMN...ANOTHER COURT DOCKET WITH MY NAME,
IN THE CLOSET OF MY BRAIN IS WORN OUT THOUGHTS,
I NO LONGER FIT IN THE TALKS THAT I BOUGHT,
CANT WEAR WHAT I WROTE,
OH WHERE IS MY BOAT,
IM FLOATING DOWN A STREAM OF DREAMS
WHILE LEAVING NOTES,
SO IF YOU HAPPEN TO FIND THIS
READ IT AND HEED.....
TAKE CAUTION TO THE COST OF MY DEEDS,

IM NEVER GONNA MAKE IT,
IVE BROKEN WHAT I MADE,
ITS NOW SAFE TO SAY IT,
HOPE NEVER GOT ME PAID.



I REALLY LIKE THIS...IT JUST BUST OUT MY FUCKIN HEART.I WROTE THE SHIT WHILE BITING MY BOTTTOM LIP...LOOKING SERIOUS AS HELL AT MY NOTEBOOK.
BACK TO WRITING ON PAPER SEEING AS THOUGH A PIG STOLE MY COMPUTER.

ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOY.
I LOVE YOU. PEACE

THE GHOST OF KUNTA...LIKE YOU KNOW...KUNTA KINTAY FROM ROOTS.

THE GHOST OF KUNTA by dusean dunbar/ bishop g




THE SHACKLES BECAME PART OF MY SKIN AS A SLAVE,
IF ANY ONE NEEDS ME I'LL BE IN MY GRAVE,
NO KEY WAS SUPPLIED...
SO NOW MAY THE WORMS EAT MY EYES
I SPEAK TO YOU AS HE WHO DIED,
I GUESS THE MODERN DAY HARRIET TUBMAN FORGOT ME,
IN THIS HORRIBLE PLACE
I NEED NOT BE,
WHO WAS FREED FROM THE DEMONS GREED?
NOT ME,
PRAISE VULTURES FOR PUPIL PECKING SO
I DO NOT SEE,
SO LAY ME DOWN DEEP
SMOTHER ME WITH ROCKS
WITH DIRT AND OTHER EARTH
DROPPED ON TOP OF MY BOX,
I WATCHED THE PLANTATION CHANGE
AND OTHERS EARN FREEDOM,
IM SORRY LORD I WAS MISLED...
HOW DARE I TRY TO LEAD THEM!
I DIDNT TRY BUT I WAS LOOKED UPON
PEOPLE GATHERED HUNGRY FOR KNOWLEDGE
SAYING THE COOK IS SEAN,
WHAT YOUR READING IS EXPLOSIVE
LIKE A BOOK OF BOMBS,
I MET THE THIEF OF BREATHING
AND HE TOOK MY LUNGS,
JUST EULOGIZE ME AS A BROTHER WHO BLED BRAVE,
REJOICE FOR THE FREE SPIRIT
PHYSICALLY DEAD SLAVE.




I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE....I WAS LISTENING TO THE NEW ROBIN THICKE...RIDING THROUGH THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS LOOKING AT THE SCENERY OF GODS BEAUTIFUL LAND..AND I ALL OF A SUDDEN JUST FELT HOPELESS UGLY...BUT AT THE SAME TIME...LIKE AN ARTISTIC NIGGER GHOST.
IT TOOK ME 12 MINUTES TO WRITE IT. HOPE YALL ENJOYED.

The Makings Of...

What makes me.. Me and you you...
What's the effect of a cause that I do...
Do I cause happyness in you?...
Do I cause a pain to come through...
What if I met myself in someone else's shoes?...
What would I think of me as others do?...
Switch it back up, I am me and you are you...
And I notice who I am as I conclude...
I am a man of vision, a man on a mission...
A man pursuing life of a better condition...
Lived through genocide, survived extermination...
Lived through hate from being from another nation...
I grew, I fought, I moved, I learned...
I hated, I cried, I loved, I earned...
Today I look at my past, and go for tomorrow...
Got goals to accomplish now cause time is borrowed...
No more excuses, no more wasting time...
This... Is the making of Rhymestyle...

~Rhymestyle~

Note: Sorry Bishop, had to bite of ya poem below... that poem was the truth!

THE MAKINGS OF....

THE MAKINGS OF.....by dusean dunbar/ bishop g


NO KUDOS OR VIEWS
CAN DO JUSTICE TO MY VIEWS,
NO NEW HOES OR SHOES,
JUST NEW FOES AND BLUES,
MORE MISCOMMUNICATION AND MISSING
THOSE I LOVE MOST,
REPLACING EMPTY SPACE AROUND ME WITH
FUCKING GHOST,
NO TOUR IS FUN ENOUGH
NO AMOUNT OF MONEY CAN
FILL THE VOID
IN A HOLLOW LONELY HUNGRY MAN
NOT HOLLOW BECAUSE HE FULL OF LOVE
BUT ITS USELESS
STUCK SCREAMING HOW IN THE FUCK
AM I TO DO THIS?

DO YOU LIKE ME?
DOES HER OR LU LIKE ME?
IF I WERE YOU AND YOU WERE ME
WOULD YOU LIKE ME?
WOULD I LIKE YOU?
FUCK LIKE...I'D LIKELY LOVE
THE SIGHT OF A DISTURBED
SELF RIGHTEOUS ...LIGHT BULB!

I THINK IM JUST AN IDEA
OR A THOUGHT,
OF WHAT TO DO AND WHAT NOT TO DO
THAT IS TAUGHT,
A LIFE FULL OF LEARNING
BROKEN DOWN INTO SERMONS
SEPERATED INTO BOOK CHAPTERS
FOR THE TURNING,

I LOVE VON, DONNA, ALLEN AND TIJUANA,
LIL HOWARD, BRYAN ,HOWARD, ANNETTE AND MY MOMMA,
SIMON, JASON, WASA, JOSEPH, ISIS AND BIG MATO,
DUNBARS, JEFFERSONS, WOFFORDS AND MANY JACO,
ART, NEW MOVIES, PIZZA, MUSIC I DID,
DOUBLE CHEESEBURGERS AND ALL OF MY KIDS,
WRITING, FIGHTING THE GOODFIGHT AND PILL POPPIN,
I STILL LOVE TWEAKING SINGING CHRIS BROWNS POPPIN,

THE MAKINGS OF A LOSING WINNER...
WHAT MAKES YOU?

SHORT THOUGHTS OF SEAN...by dusean dunbar

THOUGHTS OF SEAN....SLOW TYPING
INCOMPLETE COMPLETENESS


THE SONG HAS ENDED
I KEEP SINGING
LIKE IM LONG WINDED,
LOSING IN THE RACE
STILL THINKING
IM GONE WIN IT,
CONTEMPLATING MY BONES DENSENESS...
I WANNA FLY MAN,
REVEALED DREAMS
OF BUILDING NIGGER WINGS
IS MY PLAN,
NAH...I CANT BUILD THOSE
CRACKERS WOULD HACKEM OFF
SCREAMING GETTEM OFF BLACKIES BACK
SO I CANT GET CAUGHT,
HE WHO HOPES TO FLOAT
MUST KEEP IT UNDER WRAPS,
OR BECOME A MEMORY
LIKE THE THUNDERCATS.

Farenheit 1/15 presents... Damage Reversal

To anyone who doesnt have it, get it here! just click on Damage Reversal below

Damage Reversal

Enjoy!

THE O.J. SIMPSON LYNCHING!!!

THE O.J. SIMPSON LYCHING by dusean dunbar/ bishop g




OK........O.J. TIME!!!!

FIRST OF ALL...THERE IS NO DOUBT OR WAY IN HELL THAT THE MAN HAS JUST BEEN LYNCHED! FUCKED OVER...MADE AN EXAMPLE OF...DONE IN BY THE MAN...SET UP FOR THE BUTTFUCK!

AN ALL WHITE JURY COMPRISED OF 9 WHITE WEMON AND 3 WHITE MEN...
THE ITEMS HE SUPPOSEDLY TRIED TO GET BACK WERE STOLED FROM HIM...I MEAN ADMITTEDLY STOLEN FROM HIM. RON GOLDMAN...THE MAN OJ SUPPOSEDLY SHANKED, HIS FATHER HIRED THE MUTHAFUCKAZ TO STEAL THE STUFF. THIS IS ALL KNOWN. ONE OF THE MEN WHO WAS SUPPOSEDLY KIDNAPPED AND ROBBED EVEN FLAT OUT ADMITTED THEY WERE SETTING O.J. UP! WEARING WIRES...LYING..ALL TYPES OF DIRTY FLATOUT SHIT.
JUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME WHEN PEOPLE WERE LYING AND PLANTING SHIT ON O.J. SIMPSON AND IT TURNS OUT MUTHAFUCKAZ WAS RACIST AND PLOTTING ON HIM.

WELL THEY FINALLY GOT HIM YALL! THEY HAVE DONE HIM IN UNFAIRLY AND UNJUSTIFIED AND I SWEAR THIS IS SO SAD AND ANGERING. THERE SHOULD BE PROTEST...RALLYS AND CALLS TO ACTION FOR THIS PUBLIC LYNCHING. O.J. IS A FATHER, GREAT ATHLETE, GREAT ACTOR..BUT FUCK ALL THAT! O.J. SIMPSON IS INNOCENT OF THESE TRUMPED UP CRACKER CHARGES.

I SAY DAMMMMM DAMMMM DAMMM.

PLATFROM O.G. T.V. BISHOP G. J .BOOGIE SI GUNZ

CLASSIC PLATFORM O.G. T.V.

AN ACT OF SEAN..by bishop g/ dusean dunbar

AN ACT OF SEAN by dusean dunbar/ bishop g




IM REALLY INTO ACTING...
I TRY TO REALLY ENTER THE REALM OF ACTING
AND INFUSE IT IN MY INTERRACTIONS,
THE ACTIONS I TAKE
ARE SOMETIMES COPIED AND IMPROVISED
SCENES IVE SEEN...REALLY LIKED AND MEMORIZED,
THE TONE I USE..
IS A VOICE IVE REHEARSED
IMMERSED DEEP INTO THE SPEAKERS
TREBLE BASS AND REVERB REHEARSED
TO THE POINT OF PERFECTION...
OR NOT REALLY PERFECTION...
BUT GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE ME AN IMPRESSION,
BECAUSE OF THIS...
IN MIRRORS I CAST MULTIPLE REFLECTIONS,
MY SKIN SHOWS MULTIPLE COMPLEXIONS,
AN INNOCENT SPIRIT...
BUT GUILTY MAN WHO HAS MULTIPLE CONFESSIONS,
WHO WONT BE HELD DOWN..LIKE MULTIPLE ERECTIONS
NO ONE CAN REALLY QUESTION
A MAN WHO WROTE THE QUESTION
YOU CAN BUT YOU ONLY SPOKE
BECAUSE HE WROTE THE QUESTION!
NO SUGGESTIONS WILL BE TOOK
I WILL KEEP RELAYING THESE
THINGS THAT I FEEL
WHILE KNEELING ON MY PRAYING KNEES.

Last Of A Dying Breed

~Last Of A Dying Breed~

Extinction is taking place...
Guys like me are now a disgrace...
Because I chose to care for her heart...
Instead of only thinkin about what we do in the dark...
Because I have a heart that says one name...
Instead of going through girls per night like a game...
Because I want to be with someone 7 days a week...
Instead of settling with someone 1 night and repeat...
Extinction, guys like me disappear daily...
Soon we will be as real as a fairy...
Always do I hear she wants a real man...
Chivary is dead, where is this real man???...
But when she meets me, I'm just the "nice guy"...
Set to finish last as I see her off with the same guy...
Next day back in my arms as she cries...
"Why oh why can't I find a real guy??"...
We're extinct, soon to be just a fairy tale...
Yet I fight daily to not change to the typical male...
Sometimes I wonder what if I was typical...
What if I wasn't considered "husband material"...
Only lookin for sex, breast and legs...
Night by night different girl keepin me erect...
But then I stop and realize...
I won't be happy that way in my eyes...
I can't base a relationship like that...
I need love, none of that short term crap...
Therefore I'm meant for extinction...
Although I'm gon keep fighting this extinction...
I got too much heart to settle for one night stands...
I am proof that chivalry exists in this man...
However, I'm still the last of a dying breed...
Because today, a guy like me aint what most girls need...

I am fighting.. This extinction will never retire me...
I guess soon I will be a one man army...
But ill still be living proof of Chivalry...
Because it isn't dead.. At least not within me...


~Rhymestyle~

THANK YOU GOD FOR LETTING ME SEE THE DAY....

BY BISHOP G/ DUSEAN DUNBAR




THANK​ YOU GOD FOR LETTI​NG ME SEE THE DAY.​.​.​




THE DAY WHEN PEOPL​E SEE WHAT WE AS HUMAN​ BEING​S ARE FACED​ WITH,​ THAT REMAI​NS UNSEE​N TO THE NAKED​ EYE WILL BE A GREAT​ ONE.
THE DAY WHEN ARTIS​T MAKE MUSIC​ ABOUT​ HOW TO GROW PLANT​S,​ FOODS​ AND VEGET​ABLES​ AS OPPOS​ED TO GROWI​NG WEED AND DRO WILL BE RAWWW​WW!​!​!​!​
THE DAY WHEN MUTHA​FUCKE​RS SEE THAT HELPI​NG,​ LISTE​NING,​ LOVIN​G,​ UNDER​STAND​ING,​ NOT JUDGI​NG,​ AND UNSEL​FISHN​ESS IS BEST FOR MOST HUMAN​S.​.​.​WILL BE VERY GOOD.​.​.​ AT LEAST​ I THINK​ SO.

I SAW THING​S.​.​SOME VERY POWER​FUL THING​S RECEN​TLY.​ SOME FORCE​S OF ENERG​Y THAT ARE AROUN​D ME AND THE PEOPL​E AND PLACE​S IVE BEEN.​ SOME TRUEL​Y AMAZI​NG POWER​FUL SHIT.​ NOT SHIT.​.​.​I MEAN SOME .​.​.​.​WORDS​ CANT REALL​Y DO JUSTI​CE TO IT SO 4 GET IT.

ANYWA​Y.​.​.​BE GOOD.​ BE NICE.​ WE ALL GET MAD. WE ALL GET SAD. WE ALL GET HAPPY​.​ BUT ALWAY​S BE GOOD AND UNDER​STAND​ING.​
SOMEO​NE WHO REALL​LLLY NEEDS​ YOU AND LOVES​ YOU MAY NEED YOU MOST RIGHT​ NOW, BUT YOU MIGHT​ BE CAUGH​T UP IN YOURS​ELF.​.​OR JUST UNCAR​ING ENOUG​H TO UNDER​STAND​ THEM AT A PIVOT​AL LIFE CHANG​ING POINT​ FOR THEM.​.​.​WHICH​ MAY ALSO CHANG​E YOURS​.​

I JUST FELT COMPE​LLED TO WRITE​ THIS FROM THE HEART​.​.​.​SO HEAR IT IS.​.​.​FOR YOU PERSO​NALLY​ FROM ME.​.​.​DUSEA​N DUNBAR.​

BYE.

State Of Unification

War waging its raging over color...
Haunting forever stays overhead it hovers...
Waiting on change its strange the range of people...
Fulfiled with evils never moving like keeble...
Black cop shot a white death sentence...
White jumped by latino for walkin not knowin the consequence...
White listen to rap its a wrap for his peers...
Labeled the outcast as trash now disappear...
He's rich snobby bitch let's rob him...
Gun to dome blown for two dollars, how's that a win?...
Race classified to create wars that'll never subside...
Struggled external plus mentally inside...
Creating barriers that can't be crossed...
Severe punishments, lose ya life is a possible cost...
State of unification stays divided...
Bandaids placed on severe damages from fighting...
These can't heal the deal of living like this...
Where we are divided by race compared to shit...
Welcome to America, the real american dream...
Nightmare... Sorry Nightmare is what I mean...

-Rhymestyle-

THE TRUTH...WENDY DAY DOES IT ...IM NEXT WITH THE OPINIONS ON THIS BULLSHIT GAME!!!!

I DONT DO THIS BUT DAMN....ITS THE TRUTH!!!!!
HERE IS AN ARTICLE I RECENTLY REVIEWED FROM ALL HIP HOP .COM



I READ A LOT OF SHIT BU THE ONLY REASON I PICKED THIS TO SHOWCASE IS BECAUSE I WAS JUST ABOUT TO WRITE A BLOG...NOT A POEM..BUT A BLOG ABOUT THE SUBJECT MYSELF!!! IM STILL GONNA...BUT FOR NOW...

WENDY DAY STEALS MY WORDS OF ADVICE AND TRUTH...PLEASE READ AND RESPECT WHAT SHES SAYING. OR NOT....







By, Wendy Day (www.Rap-Coalition.com)
What is it about the rap music industry that makes people standing on the sidelines assume they understand how it works? Does it look easy from the outside looking in? Are folks so blinded by watching BET and reading a couple of rap magazines that they actually think they understand the ins and outs enough to pursue this shit as a career?

I agree that it's easier to get into this industry than it is to play professional ball, or be a rocket scientist for NASA (all that pesky schooling), or to be a brain surgeon (again, more years of schooling and actual experience operating on brains). But it's not so easy that someone can wake up tomorrow fresh off a job at Burger King, and say "I want to be a rap star," or my personal favorite: "I am going to manage my boy Bo-Bo's rap career."

If it was as easy as going to Kinko's and pressing up some business cards, don't you think EVERYONE would be doing that? Oh wait! They are!!

One of the saddest days of my life was the day I realized that Hip-Hop was no longer a culture, no longer a lifestyle choice, but a business. And a very big business it was. People from outside of the culture were co-opting it and making money from it. I knew that this also meant that the day it no longer was profitable, they'd move on like the fair weather friends they were (we're almost there, by the way). Lyor Cohen wasn't tagging subway cars, and his pants weren't sagging, but his decisions controlled the movement of rap music far more than anyone whose pants did sag. There was a trade off though. For the first time in my lifetime, I was able to see young people of color get good paying jobs in the music business. Some even had perceived power. I was able to see artists make money for themselves and feed their families and create their own companies based on their level of fame. And this was a good thing. This was the 90s.

Then 2000 hit and reality shows were everywhere. Billionaire heiresses became famous for doing nothing but sleeping around and getting high or drunk. The behavior of an Old Dirty Bastard type of character was no longer seen as bizarre or pushing the envelope. Hell, Flavor Flav had his own TV show doing that shit in his sleep!

But somehow the mindset was born in all of this that getting into the music industry is easy. No training, no experience, no relationships….just POOF! I'm a manager! Or POOF! I own a record label. Artists seemingly believe it comes down to "getting discovered" by someone at a record label, but in the 16 years that I have been doing this, I can't think of one scenario where that was the case. Who is telling these kids from OH and TX and Cali that they can just mail in a demo to a major record label in NYC and they will get offered a deal? That has NEVER, EVER, EVER happened!! The labels don't even listen to unsolicited material. They send it back unopened. There's even a question in my mind if most of the A and Rs have the time to listen to the stuff they request…

I get hundreds of emails from wanna-be artists each week asking me to get them a record deal. They have no idea what they are asking me, and they have no idea why they are asking me, but somehow I am a perceived gatekeeper stopping or allowing them to live their dreams. A dream they made no effort to research or learn about. I also get a ton of emails from people complaining that their city has more talent than Atlanta, or Miami, or Houston, or Dallas, or whatever city is the flavor of the minute in the music industry. The PERCEPTION is that the labels get together and decide which city or town will be next, and then they all go there. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Sorry to laugh, but that is so funny to me. These industry folks can't even decide which artist on their own rosters to put out next and here are these kids in, say, Buffalo NY thinking they are getting passed over for their only shot at music success.

The reason certain cities develop their own industry is out of frustration. When enough talent in one place (artists, producers, DJs, etc)—Atlanta, for example, gets frustrated enough to say "Fuck the industry!" and start doing things on their own separate from the industry, and when they begin to make a little noise on their own, the industry comes running to see what's going on. If the industry feels they can make money off of a new movement, they arrive in droves to co-opt that movement, signing anyone they can get their hands on at the price they are willing to spend. If they don't think it will lead to massive national sales, they leave as quickly as they came (see the Hyphy Movement in the Bay Area for proof of this phenomenon).

Rap music is a business. It stopped being just an artform, very sadly, in the 90s. The view of the music industry "putting on forgotten cities" is very wrong. An artist, or a city, has to create its own movement to attract the industry. IF the established industry thinks it can pimp it and make some money, it's a done deal.

Being a non-sports person, I am going to try to make a basketball analogy, so bear with me. I went to a Knick's game in NYC a few years ago. In watching the team play (not so well), I decided that I could do that better than anyone on that team could. I had always loved basketball, so I went home and practiced for years. Every waking moment, I practiced. But the Knicks never called me to come play with them. I live in Atlanta, where I think very few ball players are from (it doesn't matter if there are a lot of ball players from here or not, no one I know is getting put on by the NBA). We have a ton of talented ball players here just in my neighborhood alone—yet, the Knicks never called me. I practiced every day and knew I was better than anyone on that whole team. I wrote letter after letter to the Knicks telling them to come to Atlanta and watch players play ball, especially me. I even offered to fly some team scouts in at my own expense. No one came. Looks like Atlanta is just a forgotten city in basketball because they didn't come when I called.

Finally, out of annoyance, I went back to a Knicks game, and when the ball came out of bounds over near where I was sitting, I got out of my floor seats and threw the ball and scored a basket—all net! A very impressive shot. When folks came over to me, I explained that I was a great player and deserved to be on the Knicks. But they laughed at me and were angry that I interrupted the game.

What did I do wrong? Why didn't they sign me up on the spot? Was it because I didn't take the time to learn the BUSINESS of basketball? It was my favorite sport, but once it left the b-ball courts in my town, it became a business when the Knicks name was attached to it. I didn't follow protocol--learning the sport, playing through school, playing through college and standing out, and getting drafted to a team (one in a million shot). I just assumed it was about throwing the ball through the hoop because of my love of the sport. And I assumed if they saw me do it well, that was all that mattered.

Realizing this is a half-assed analogy, I hope you understand what I am trying to say. If you want to do this for a living, learn the rules and protocol. It's NOT just about grabbing a mic or about a scout from a label stumbling into any city outside of NYC to discover talent and putting your city on the map. That couldn't be farther from reality.... And how sad is it that we all understand how the business of basketball works, but we think we can mail a demo to someone at a record label and become the next major superstar!!

I ALSO FEEL LIKE THIS......

I ALSO FEEL LIKE THIS...
WRITE SONG UNITE WRONG by dusean dunbar/ bishop g


FUCK OBAMA...
SAID THE MAN WHO GREW UP WITH NO MAMA
NO MORALS, NO HEART AND NO HONOR.



FUCK MCCAIN...
SAID THE MAN WHO GREW UP WITH NO SHAME
WHOSE MOTHER WAS ADDICTED TO COCAIN.

FUCK THE WAR...
SAID THE MAN WHO PAID ATTENTION TO AL GORE
GLOBAL WARMING CONCERNS HIS CORE...
HIS VIEWS ON THE POOR,
ONES PEOPLE IGNORE,
LOOKING PAST WHATS PRESENTED
PREPARING FOR
WHATS IN STORE.


NOTHING IS RANDOM
NO TEMPER TANTRUM IS STRONG ENOUGH
WHEN NATURE WINS WITH RIGHTEOUSNESS
OBVIOUSLY THE WRONG IS US...
NOT TO RAMBLE ON OR BLUFF
BUT IM FEELING LIKE I HAVE A CANDLE ON MY NUTS,
SO MY BRAVENESS SHINES
THESE ARE THINGS THAT I NORMALLLY
PAY NO MIND
BUT MY GRAVE IS SIGNED,

SO BEFORE I JUMP IN
HERES SOME WORDS OF ADVICE,
BE ADVISED THAT AS A WHOLE
WERE DIVIDED BY A SLICE....
UNITE.

R.O.F.A.T.P.

RUNNING ON FUMES AT THIS POINT
R.O.F.A.T.P. by dusean dunbar/ bishop g



IM A VERY VIOLENT DREAMER
WHEN I SLEEP DONT TRY AND WAKE ME,
LOVE ME FROM AFAR..
BECAUSE UP CLOSE ILL MAKE YOU HATE ME,

MY SELF ESTEEM HAS BEEN PUMMELED
BY MYSELF AND COUNTLESS OTHERS,
CREDIT NEVER RECIEVED
FOR THINGS DONE OR DISCOVERED,

I TRUELY LOVE
DEEP AND HARD
IM SO UGLY AND INCOMPLETE WITH SCARS
IM DISFIGURED AT HEART
EATEN APART
BEATEN AND DEFEATED BY DARK
THINGS UNSEEN...
I NO LONGER SEE IT AS ART,

SO SICK OF WRITING THESE
LIVING ON DYING KNEES
THERES NO FRESH BREATH OF AIR
IM FEELING THE FIRES BREEZE

TRUTH FOR THE LIARS TO READ
HONEST PEOPLE NEED WHAT YOU HAVE...
ITS ON THAT THEY FEED,
WITHOUT IT THERE IRRELEVANT
AS SANTAS ELVES
OR ELVIS KIDS
OK...TO HELL WITH THIS.

I Am...

I Am...

I am the poison ruining ya veins and organs...
Controllin jugment, personality stolen...
I hide and strike sometimes unexpected...
And am the reason ya decisions infected...
I keep a part of me in the back of ya brain...
Telling you that you need more of my name...
I run ya veins and bring you to ya feet...
Rest next morning then weekends repeat...
I force you to sleep in the bathroom...
And leave you confused next morning with a clue...
I erase memories and can even ease ya pain...
I am an alibi because I always take blames...
I purposely destroy relationships and lives...
Even kill sometimes for fun no lie...
Once I grip ya mind you aint getting away...
Your all mine until at least the next day...
But I find ways to come back into ya system...
I was invented for this, my life's mission...
Sometimes I force my hosts to kill...
Get in the car and drive with no will...
I am evil, I am pain, can't stop my reign...
I am a gateway, I got many names...
Ill send you to jail, I can be your life's remote control...
Who am I? Simple.. My name is alcohol...

~Rhymestyle~

UNGRATEFUL OR UNFAITHFUL

UNGRATEFUL OR UNFAITHFUL by dusean dunbar/ bishop g



THEY WAITING..
I ATE MUSHROOMS AND SAW ANGELS,
PRETTY COLORS THAT WOULD BRING JEALOUSY OUT OF RAINBOWS,
I LOOKED IN 1 MIRROR AND CAST NO REFLECTION,
LOOKED AT THE FLOOR AND SAW A WHOLE HORN SECTION
FROM A DEAD BAND...
AND I SAW THE ANGEL GABRIEL
I GUESS HE WAITING TILL IM SHAKING AND PALE,
OVERDOSE OVER SO HE CAN TAKE ME TO HELL
COOL WITH ME..MY ATTITUDE IS OH WELL.
A NIGGA SICK OF THIS
STUCK OUTSIDE TICKETLESS
RIDICULOUS VICIOUSNESS
THESE IGINANT BITCHES WITH
VENOMOUS INTENTIONS TO GET SHIT
THEYLL NEVER SEE
YOU AINT NEVER GONNA BE WHAT YOULL NEVER BE,
1 THING I NEVER DID
HURT PEOPLE ON PURPOSE
MY LAST DOLLAR ILL GIVE
EVEN IF ITS WORTHLESS
DEALING WITH THE UNGRATEFUL
IS THE SAME THING AS DEALING WITH THE UNFAITHFUL
UMM OKAY...THROUGH.

Procrastination

My first entry, but check this poem out I wrote a few weeks ago.

~Procrastination~

The book report is due next week i got time...
Math? who needs it, Ill do it after i get offline...
Ehh my college application is due in a month...
AHHH LIFE STARTS TOMORROW AND I DUNNO WHAT I WANT...
To be or not to be, see that is the question...
That I most cant answer if mentioned...
School can wait a year or two, aint ready for more tests...
But greatness fades as lazyness manifests...
Seeping into the mind and creatin a mental block...
TELLIN YOU THAT YOU AINT SHIT AND ON THE CLOCK...
So further education aint chased, or thought about...
60 hours a week, living paycheck to paycheck round and round...
Repetivity strikes like a python and poisons ya mind to a halt...
Furthermore clouding ya judgement and blaming you to fault...
WHY DID YOU WAIT TO CREATE A FUTURE YOU DESIRED FROM THE START...
WHY DID YOU GO FOR THE MISERABLE LIFE THAN LISTEN TO YA HEART...
Procrastination strikes, and becomes lethal by age...
Age of eleven its just a videogame instead of homework page...
But age of twenty four, your stuck no education and no job...
SEE YOU WAITED TOO LONG CUZ AS TIME WAS SLOWLY ROBBED...
Now the dream ends and the vision starts and your back in class..
Wipe the drool of ya mouth and realize you back in the past...
Was it a dream? or a mental vision of what could come?
I know one thing, Im applyin my future right now, no time for fun...

~Procrastination becomes lethal as time passes, as a child you may just blow off math to play Super Nintendo, but when you blow off a College application to play Xbox 360, your on your way to the wrong path in life~

Rhymestyle

THE 3RD IN 2 DAYS!!! LET ME TALK TO YOU POETRY!!!!

LET ME TALK TO YOU by dusean dunbar/ bishop g



IM NOT IN TUNED WITH NOW, MY THOUGHTS ARE LABELED SOON TO COME,
MY ROOMS IN THE FUTURE...A NEW MOON AND A SUN
PLUS STARS, DUSEAN DUNBARS HEART IS TRULY ART. MY DUTY'S TO
BE SMART REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE.
I PLAY DUMB ALOT AND RUN ALOT TO NOT BE SHAPE,
IM THE TYPE THAT PLEADS GUILTY
EVEN WHEN I BEAT THE CASE...
A PENCIL OF A MAN...NOT SCARED TO BE ERASED
DEVIATING FROM PLANS
I JUST BE NEEDING SPACE.
I HATE WHEN PEOPLE SAY
I JUST PUSH PEOPLE AWAY
I DONT PUSH
IM PULLING THEM
JUST NOT THE EASY WAY...
I REALLY HOPE TO CONVEY MY THINKING...
ANOTHER DAY OF PRAYER AND THANKFULLNESS
TO NOT DRINKING.


YA DRUNK BASTARD.

2 IN 1 NIGHT...IN A ZOOOOOOONE.

IN A ZONE... BY dusean dunbar/ bishop g




LISTENING TO EMINEM
RAPPING SOME D-12,
THE TYLENOL PM
RAPID RELEASE GEL,
PILLS IS IN MY VEINS
GO CRAZY?
YO I BEEN INSANE,
DISRESPECT THE BITCH NIGGA BISHOP
SO! HIM GOT PLENTY NAMES,
STOP POSTING MY POEMS FOR FREE?
OH HIM GOT PLENTY GAME,
HOW HE HOLD HIS HEAD SO HIGH?
OH HIM GOT PLENTY SHAME..,
BUT ALL HOES TALK ABOUT IS THE NEGATIVE
CALLING ME A HOE
BUT FOR SHO
I TEST NEGATIVE...
DAMN...REMAINING POSITIVES A FUCKING OBSTACLE,
NEGATIVE PREDATORS AT YOUR HEAD
TRYING TO GOBBLE YOU,
EAT A DICK AND DIE BITCH
DINE ON DYING VAGINA
WELCOME TO THE DINER
OF THE FINEST RHYMER!!!!

YOPP....THERE YALL GO..
ONLY BECAUSE I LOVE YALL...2 IN 1 LATE NIGHT...
NOW ENJOY.

GIMMIE MY MUTHAFUCKIN PROPS YOOOO!!!!
RAW AS FUCK THUNN THUNN!!!

YO DUNN DUNN
IM OFF THE MUTHAFUCKIN MEATRACK!!!
BANNNANNAS B...STRAIGHT PSYCHO CHIQUITA BANNNANAASSS.

BOOOOOKA...DOIN MAH YA B POSE!!!! BANNANAS B!!!

THE RAW SLAVE

THE RAW SLAVE by dusean dunbar/ bishop g





I ADDRESS THE STRESSING THINGS
DEPPRESSION IS WHAT THE STRESSFUL THINGS BRING
HAPPINNESS IS A SONG I NEVER SING,

WHEN IM HAPPY I DONT SING..I ACT
SO IMMERSED IN ACTION
IDONT TALK, I STOMP AND CLAP,

IVE RAN THE SOMBER LAPS...
THE MARATHONS OF SADNESS,
EMERGED AS THE CHAMP
BELT READS " YOU OLE SAD BITCH",

BUT THATS JUST LIL OLE NIGGA SEAN
THE RAW SLAVE
BY LAW IM BRAVE
AND MY ALL IS WHAT I GAVE.

YAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!






WROTE THIS IN 7 MINUTES!!!! ITS WHATTEVER...BUT NAW...ITS KINDA GOOD. I LOVE YOU BUT BYE

GETTING IT IN BACK IN THE DAY

Clip from The Lupe Fiasco Show.

Everybody Nose/ Knows Poem

MISSING YOR SMELL
AND WISHING YOU WELL
FROM AFAR,
BISHOPS IN HELL
SEALED IN MY CELL
LIKE A JAR,
MY HEART HURTS
THE BAR IS MY CHURCH
PRAISE LIQOUR,
I FIGURED IT OUT...
IM JUST A HALF RAISED NIGGER,
A NO LEGGED KICKER,
A COOK WITH NO SEASONING,
AN ILLOGICAL DOCTOR
DIAGNOSING WITH NO REASONING,
MY WOUNDS ARE DEEPENING
NO SIGNS OF HEALING,
SOON ILL NEVER SPEAK AGAIN
YOU KNOW WHY? A KILLING
SUSPENSEFUL AND CHILLING
MYSTERIOUS AND DRAMATIC,
I CARRIED ON THE TRADITION
OF BEING A FUCKING ADDICT,
AFFECTING LIVES NEGATIVELY
LESSONS I TEACH
ARE SECOND GUESSED BY ME
WHAT THE EFFFFFFF...WAS THIS DEEP?


NOPE.

Shots for Everybody

THE SOBER LIFE IS OVERPRICED
DRINKING IS CHEAPER,
MUCH LOVE FOR SLEEPING DRUGS
IM THINKING DEEPER,

I LIKE MY DREAMS...
WHEN THERE INFLUENCED
BY DIPHENHYDRAMINE,
I PREFER A TRUTHFUL SILENCE
OVER A LIARS SCREAM,

A MODERN DAY COAL MINER
SEEKING THE DIAMONDS OUT,
THE TIME IS NOW
TO PRY THE MEAT FROM THE LIONS MOUTH,

PRODUCE A BLAST...
OF ENERGY WHILE I OPPURTUNITY GRASP
PRAY FOR A NUTRITIOUS FRUITFUL PATH,

THROUGH WITH THE TRASH,
SEAN NOW INTO RECYCLING,
READING BIBLE GEMS
AND CONTEMPLATING A RIGHTEOUS PLAN,

ALRIGHTY THEN...MY TASK,
TO REBUKE MY PAST,

FILL IT UP..LEMME SHOOT MY GLASS...


SHOTS FOR EVERYBODY!

Play...Dont Play Though

DAM...
I GUESS I AM
WHO I SAY I AM..
BY NOT SAYING WHO I AM
DO YOU GIVE A DAMN?

PLANS TO TAKE STANDS,
PRAGRAMING MYSELF
TO SHAKE HANDS
SMOOTH COON MOVES
AND A BREAK DANCE,

GOAL SETTING
REFUSING TO HOLD WEAPONS,
FUCK THE FLESH
AT THIS POINT,
MY SOULS THREATENED,

THIS IS IN DEPTH SEAN
NO MORE SHALLOW HAL ROLE,
WHAT WAS ONCE A BRONZE TOUNGE
IS NOW GOLD.

CHEAP TALK MISSING,
I NOW SPEAK PRODUCTIVE,
INTERIOR HEAT COMBUSTIVE
ME SEDUCTIVE?

SEEK JUSTICE AT ALL COST,
JUST PREPARE TO PAY,
NOW WHAT IS THERE TO SAY?
AND WHERE IS THERE TO PLAY?

PART OF MY HEART
USED TO BE A PARK,
JOYFUL SWINGS OF LOVE
AND LIGHTHEARTED
WHEN DARK,

HELD IN HIGH REGARDS
BUT DRUG THROUGH MUD DAILY,
GOTTA SLEEP
SO IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR DRUGS LATELY,

READ ALL THE ABOVE LADIES AND GENTS,
I PRAY THAT IM MAKING SOME SINCE,
PAIN CONSTANTLY MAKING ME WINCE,
PRAYING FOR A SENSE
OF DIRECTION,
IM IMMENSLY IN NEED
OF HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS.

Indiana Hoes and Indiana Jones

AS USUAL I AM ALONE,
ZONING WATCHING INDIANA JONES,
WISHING FOR HOME
SIMPLY OUT OF PLACE REPLACING PHONES,
WITHOUT THE CASE
THEY BREAK
EASIER...KEEP INSURANCE,
YOU BREATH EASIERWHEN YOU TRAIN ON
KEEPING ENDURANCE,

HEART PURER BUT TAINTED
GODS JURORS READ THE VERDICT,
SURE OF THE GOOD RESULTS
ILL MARCH WITH SAINTS UNNERVOUS,
FATHER, GOODWORDSMITH,
AUTHOR WITH A PURPOSE,
POOR PAUPER AT TIMES
BUT NEVER WAS I WORDLESS,
FOREVER BURDENED BY MISTAKES
I MADE YOUNGER,
EMERGING FROM A STAKE
THROUGH THE HEART
HARDENED WITH HUNGER.

Free Write

SO MANY TIMES I WROTE NOTHING,
I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT KNOWING NOTHING,
LEMME SHOW YOU NOTHING...
BLOW HUMPTY HUMP HORNS HEY DIGITAL UNDERGROUND
FOLKS JUMPED ME PARTLY TO PUNISH
PUNK PUSSIES PUSHING POUNDS,
PRACTICE PULLING PINS PERMANENTLY OUT GRENADES,
GREAT GOD OF GOTHAM GREYHOUND IS GETTING GLAZED,
GAS RATES RAPING RIPPING REPOSSESSING OUR RAPID REFUNDS
RARELY REACHING RESPECTABLE DEALS..DAMN...WE DONE,
DEMON DESTROYED...DICTATED AND DETONATED DYNAMITE,
DEVASTED DAYS TO DEATH...AND TRIED TO NUKE THE NIGHT,
OLD WRONG
NEW RIGHT
BOLD SONG
WHO TYPED?
GOLD BONG
BLUE LIGHT
"SO LONG"!
"YOU FIGHT!
SINCE EVERYTIME
I TURNAROUND,
IM SQUARING UP...
FROM HEARING HUFF
MOTHERFUCKERS RAP...
IM TRYNA PUT YA EARS BY MY BALLS
SO YOU HEAR WHAT IM COMING WITH,
THAT WAS SOME OF THE DUMBEST SHIT
I'VE TYPED...IIGHT IM DONE WITH THIS.

The Book Man

im not tripping over bullshit im not getting,
i never thought jordan was better than scott pippen,
socks ripping...thats if im wearing them at all,
stop watching or listening if your appauled,
thats if you care at all..heres something ill share with yall,
i've sayed prayers not to care at all,
cause i am trippin over bullshit im not getting,
but thats when people with no legs tell me stop sitting,
they say i can move ahead...
and if i cant...just thank god that i can use my legs,
decapitated victims telling me to use my head,
if you see no living examples to use for inspiration...
my news to you is use the dead!
so many friends and family members gone...
but i know what you said,
I remember your actions,
your voice
and how you look,
if you know me
your not illiterate
im a living book.

My Grandma Sits Next to Me

REPLACE HOURS WITH SECONDS
AND THEN REPLACE PEACE INSTRUMENTS WITH WEAPONS
ROOKIES IN FOR LEGENDS,
DEFLATE EVERY BASKETBALL
NOW EVERYBODY DRIBBLE,
CAN 1 MAN PLAY MONKEY IN THE MIDDLE?
WITH LIFE AND DEATH ON EACH SIDE
AND ME HIGH PUTTING ON A SHOW,
DAMN...I REALLY SPEND MY LIFE PUTTING ON A SHOW,
PLAYED OR UNPLAYED, PAID AND UNDERPAID OR UNPAID,
LONG AS YOU SHINE IS ALL I HEAR THE SUN SAY,
BUT DADDY I NEED BOOTS IS WHAT MY SONS SAY,
DAUGHTERS WANT THEM PRETTY SHOES TO PRACTICE FOR THE RUNWAY,
SOMEDAYS I CRY WHILE THINKING ABOT THE FUN DAYS,
BUT LAUGH THINKING ABOUT THE ASSWHOOPINS...CRAZY IN SOMEWAYS,
TO LIVE AND LEARN, AND GROW TO DIE,
ITS DEMAND AND SUPPLY...
COMMANDMENTS FROM THE SKY...
BYE BYE.

Who is This Muthafucka?

MY GOALS SEEM FURTHER AWAY, JUST WHEN THEY SEEMED NEARER,
I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
WHEN DIRT IS THROWN ON ME, MY SKIN..TENDS TO GET CLEARER,I
FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR,
I BLEND WITH THE MUD, I AM WHO MY FRIENDS TEND TO JUDGE
AND CHARACTER SMUDGE, BUT DRESS IT UP WITH WORDS LIKE TOUGH LOVE...
THEY SAY ITS ME WHO RUBBED OFF ON THEM,
AND I DESERVE THE EMPTY CLASSROOMS AND SLIPPERY GYM...
THAT I PLAY IN...TO FALL...
THE FLOOR FOR A BED I USED TO LAY IN...
NO STALLS TO PISS...OKAY
IM SLIPPING ALL THE WAY IN...
NO ABSTRACT BULLSHIT WRITING WILL SWAY THIS...
SORT OF A CONFESSIONAL...THIS ROLE..I PORTRAY THIS...
INNOCENT MAN? HELL NO...AT TIMES IM FINNIKY AND
UNDISCIPLINED...WITH NO ORIGINAL PLAN
ON HOW TO FINISH THIS HAND...OF DUMB MONKEY UNO,
THE SON OF A FORMER JUNKIE, HE JUST LIKE HER...BUT YOU KNOWWW,
I TEND TO FORGET THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE UNFORGETTABLE,
I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SAID DAMN...I DONT REMEMBER YOU,
SAW A PICTURE OR TWO, AND THOUGHT I RESEMBLED
THAT DARK SKINNED CREATURE GOD ASSEMBLED...
BUT NAW...I HAVE SMEARED GODS WORK! ALONG WITH INHERITED
FUCKED UP MENTAL AND PHYSICAL GENITIC...THERE IT IS...

THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER,
ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA
(AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}

The Block or the Blog

THE BALLOT OR THE BULLET,
THE BLOCK OR THE BLOG,
WITH TALENT TO PUSH IT TO THE LIMITS...
CONSTANT FOG,
IM JORDANS LITTLE BROTHER...DAMN ILL NEVER BE MIKE...
NO MATTER HOW MANY TEAMS I MAKE...IM JUST IIGHT,
AND FUCK HOW GOOD I PERFORM...IM JUST THE HYPE...
MAN BY THE THE MAN WHO GETTING "HIS" MONEY RIGHT,
TELL ME SOMETHING RIGHT!
I GET WRONG ADVICE BY THE TON,
LIKE ITS IN MY BEST INTEREST
IF THERE LESS INTERESTED IN SEAN!
AND FUCK WHAT IVE DONE...
FOCUS ON WHAT I DIDNT DO,
WHEN IM HAPPY..THEY'RE MAD...
WHEN THEY"RE HAPPY
IM MISERABLE...

Remix Rap to Paris and Tokyo

PARIS AND TOKYO PART 2.....


I LOVE HER...AND I HATE TO LEAVE HER LONELY,
BUT I GOTTA HIT THE FUCKING ROAD WITH MY HOMIES,
I CANT GO TO JAPAN..BUT I KNOW HOW TO DANCE,
HOPEFULLY ONE DAY ILL STAND UP AS THE MILLION DOLLAR MAN,
EATING BURGERS...IM PLUMP, WAS THE SCHOOLYARD PUNK,
UNTIL I CHALKEM OUT WITH PUMP, A COUPLE NIGGAS GONE JUMP..
AND THEY MOMMA SCREAM MURDER,
IM KILLING THEM AND FILLING HER WITH SORROW,
GUNRISE ..GOODBYE..FOR YOU THERES NO TOMMOROW,
I BURN GREEN WITH THE TEAM SINGING BILLY JEAN
WHILE EATING BEANPIES...
IM LOSING CASH JUST AS FAST AS
THE GAS LIGHT GOES OFF ON MY DASHBOARD..
IM SHEDDING TEARS...

The Bed of Arms/ My Heads Alarm

WHEN THE KILLER BEES WERE COMING, I HEADED TOWARD THE SWARMS,
I HAVE YEARNED TO BE HELD IN A BED FULL OF ARMS..
A BED FULL OF ARMS? YOPP...FULLY DETACHED...
FROM PEOPLE PERIOD...I THINK I NO LONGER NEED THAT,
SEE THAT DETACHED ARM...CANT COMPREHEND MY LIES,
NOR SEE MY BULLSHIT...YOU SEE ARMS..DONT HAVE EYES!
NOT EARS TO HEAR..OR A HEART FOR ME TO SCAR,
JUST A SOFT ARM THAT READS DUSEAN DUNBAR IS A STAR!
AND ANOTHER ONE THAT READS..I WILL ALWAYS HOLD YOU...
THESE TATTOED ARMS THAT HOLD ME ARE THE ONES ILL GIVE GOLD TOO...
NOTICE I WANT THESE ARMS...I AINT FUCKING WITH NO SHOES,
BECAUSE LEGS AND FEET WALK AWAY...LEAVE ME WITH NO CLUES.


AN OLD FOOL I AM...I MAKE YOUNG MISTAKES,
TASTED THE TASTE OF LOVE TO THE POINT OF A STOMACH ACHE,
SOME WOULD SAY...FUCK THIS NIGGA! HE SHOULD BE PUNISHED FAKE
PUNK MUTHAFUCKA HE DONE IT..NOW HE SHE GRAB A GUN AND TAKE
HIS OWN LIFE!!!
HE A PILL POPPER? WELL POPPEM BITCH!
"STAND IN FRONT OF US AND SWALLOW THEM AND WE AINT STOPPING SHIT"!
THE PROBLEM IS...THAT I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS...
AND I AINT SEEN THE DOCTOR WHO COULD PROBABLY PROPERLY SOLVE MY QUIZ...
OR TEST OF LIFE...THAT IM CONSTANTLY FAILING,
BUT WHEN EVERYBODY GETTING F’S I GUESS...WHO AM I TELLING?
WHO THE FUCK AM I ACTUALLY RAPPING AND WRITING TOO?
IN MY MIND, ITS YOU IN MY MIND,
YOU IN MY MIND... ITS YOU.

Gasping

THE FINISH LINE WAS TOO FAR FOR OUR UNDEVELOPED LUNGS,
OH SWEET SCENT OF OUR SPRINTS...WE HAD A NICE RUN,
AS THE LEGS OF OUR LOVE GO NUMB..AND CRUTCHES ARE SOUGHT,
ITS OUT OF HAND NOW...BUT WHEN IN MY CLUTCHES...I FOUGHT,
I FOUND OUT TRUST CANT BE TAUGHT...ONLY GAINED AND KEPT,
MAINTAINED TIL DEATH...SAME AS RESPECT,
I’VE DREAMTH FOR THINGS..PRAYED AND WEPT..
GOT MY PRAYERS ANSWERED..FUCKED THEM OVER
THEN UNDER THE RUG THINGS WERE SWEPT,
WELL GUESS WHAT?
ALL THAT SWEEPING HAS GOT ME WEEPING,
THE SWEET SOWING OF THE REAPING GOT A NIGGA DEEP IN...
A MIND FRAME LIKE..."FUCK WHAT YALL HEARD IF IM DEAF",
AND WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER IF A THEIF REPORTS A THEFT?


TO BE CONTINUED.........



ILL FINISH IT SOON... I PROMISE.

By God .. That Man Has Scabs All Over Him!

THE HAPPIEST AND THE SADDEST I EVER BEEN IN YEARS,
MOTHERFUCKERS PUT ON BATHING SUITS AND SWIM IN MY TEARS,
JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE PARK ,WITH THE PAIN IN MY HEART,
ITS PLAIN AS A DARK GLASS THEY HAD NO SHAME FROM FROM THE START,
MUST A MUTHAFUCKER CONTINUE TO CARRY THE LOAD,
TAKE THE BLAME FOR EVERYTHING WRITTEN OR TOLD?
TRUTH OR NOT...
SOLD!
THESE HIGH BIDDING DUMB BITCHES AT AUCTIONS,
BUT EVERYTHING YOU BUY COMES WITH A SIGN
THAT SAY'S" CAUTION"!
I HATE PEOPLE WHO CANT READ BUT DO IT ANYWAY,
OUTLOUD IN FRONT OF CROWDS
TRYNA SOUND SHIT OUT!
BOZO ROLLING IN HIS GRAVE
CUT THAT CLOWN SHIT OUT!
THESE VICTORIA SECRET UNDIES..
CUT THAT GOWN SHIT OUT,
YOU CANT RESPECT THE ROOM IN MY HEARTS HOUSE
THEN GET OUT!
AND TAKE ALL YOUR RAGGEDY NAPPY DRAMATIC SHIT OUT!
I KNOW MY CRIB BOGUS, WINDOWS BROKEN, NO GAS OR LIGHTS,
BUT IT'S FULL OF LOVE AND WATCHED OVER BY GODS SATTELITE!
THIS IS A DAGGER RIGHT? NAW ITS A JAGGED KNIFE,
FUCK IT...WE'LL JUST SAY ITS DUSEANS CLEVER STAB DEVICE,
ONLY IT'S NOT MEANT TO CUT AND CAUSE BLEEDING,
IM USING IT TO SLICE ROPES FROM THROATS TO FREE THE BREATHING,
SEE ITS FREEDOM AN AFRICAN WANTED...THAT WAS THE DREAM,
NOW WERE FREE TO SAY " I LOVE YOUR GIRL"....
LIKE THE DREAM,
SO DISRESPECTFUL BUT HEY...THIS IS WHAT WE EARNED,
THOSE WHO ADJUST TO SMOKE AND FIRE...SHALL NEVER BE BURNED!





AND WITH THIS ....

LET IT BE WRITTEN!!!!

- New Poetry -

IM POSTED, WATCHING EVERYTHING
BUT NOT SEEN..ON SOME GHOST SHIT,
COULDA BEEN BOASTED,
POPPING CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES OPEN
ON SOME TOAST SHIT,
TO VICTORY I APPROACHED THEN COASTED,
BUT NO, I KEEP GLOVES ON AND KEEP BOXING,
FEET BOPPING MEANWHILE THE STREETS KEEP WATCHING,
ME...I THOUGHT I WASNT SHIT TO LOOK AT,
I REMEMBER SEEING WHEN THE PEOPLE WOULDNT LOOK BACK,
I TOOK THAT SHIT TO HEART AND PUT THE BLINDERS UP,
SIGHT LOCKED TO HOP OVER MOUNTAINS WHILE THEY CLIMBING STUFF,
ON ALOT OF MY RELATION SHIP CLOCKS
MY TIME IS UP,
FUCK IT THOUGH..LIFE IS TOUGH,
NOW I FIND MYSELF LIGHTING IT UP
WEED WILL HELP A BIT,
BUT ITS NOT IMPORTANT TO ENGAUGE IN UNHEALTHY SHIT,
I FET THIS WAS IMPORTANT SO MY SPIRIT WROTE IT,
I FULLY HOPE THAT THINGS GET BETTER LET IT BE NOTED.

Me and Kobe

OH...HE'S NO KOBE.
OFCOURSE YOU CAN CUT OFF THE HAND OF THE THEIF,
IN PAIN THERE IS LIFE..IN DEATH , THERE IS GRIEF,
IS IT WORTH IT TO STEAL?
OR WORTH IT TO KILL?
SHALL I INTERPRET THE WORDS I PRINT
OR JUST CHILL...
IM EXHAUSTED, FROSTED AND FROZE OVER BY COLD HEARTS,
SMITTEN BITTEN AND RIPPED APART...I FEAR NO SHARK,
I ENCOUNTER ANIMAL PEOPLE ON THE DAILY,
I MUST BE IN HEAVY ROTATION..CUZ EVERYBODY TRY TO PLAY ME,
I WISH I WAS DESENSITIZED...INSTEAD IM VICTIMIZED,
THEY SAY IM THE VILLAN IN DISQUISE,
BUT DAMN, THIS AINT NO CUSTOME OR A MASK,
MAYBE MOTHERFUCKERS NEED TO JUST ASK!!!!
SEAN IS YOU THINKING STRAIGHT? DO YOU REALLY MEAN HARM?
IF I CANT EVEN SLEEP, WHY THE FUCK I SET THE ALARM!
MY WHOLE LIFE IS LIVED...BY A JUST IN CASE..
BY A MISTAKE...
KOBE BRYANTS NOT GOOD, HES GREAT.