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.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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~
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
THANK YOU GOD FOR LETTING ME SEE THE DAY....
BY BISHOP G/ DUSEAN DUNBAR
THANK YOU GOD FOR LETTING ME SEE THE DAY...
THE DAY WHEN PEOPLE SEE WHAT WE AS HUMAN BEINGS ARE FACED WITH, THAT REMAINS UNSEEN TO THE NAKED EYE WILL BE A GREAT ONE.
THE DAY WHEN ARTIST MAKE MUSIC ABOUT HOW TO GROW PLANTS, FOODS AND VEGETABLES AS OPPOSED TO GROWING WEED AND DRO WILL BE RAWWWWW!!!!
THE DAY WHEN MUTHAFUCKERS SEE THAT HELPING, LISTENING, LOVING, UNDERSTANDING, NOT JUDGING, AND UNSELFISHNESS IS BEST FOR MOST HUMANS...WILL BE VERY GOOD... AT LEAST I THINK SO.
I SAW THINGS..SOME VERY POWERFUL THINGS RECENTLY. SOME FORCES OF ENERGY THAT ARE AROUND ME AND THE PEOPLE AND PLACES IVE BEEN. SOME TRUELY AMAZING POWERFUL SHIT. NOT SHIT...I MEAN SOME ....WORDS CANT REALLY DO JUSTICE TO IT SO 4 GET IT.
ANYWAY...BE GOOD. BE NICE. WE ALL GET MAD. WE ALL GET SAD. WE ALL GET HAPPY. BUT ALWAYS BE GOOD AND UNDERSTANDING.
SOMEONE WHO REALLLLLY NEEDS YOU AND LOVES YOU MAY NEED YOU MOST RIGHT NOW, BUT YOU MIGHT BE CAUGHT UP IN YOURSELF..OR JUST UNCARING ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND THEM AT A PIVOTAL LIFE CHANGING POINT FOR THEM...WHICH MAY ALSO CHANGE YOURS.
I JUST FELT COMPELLED TO WRITE THIS FROM THE HEART...SO HEAR IT IS...FOR YOU PERSONALLY FROM ME...DUSEAN DUNBAR.
BYE.
THANK YOU GOD FOR LETTING ME SEE THE DAY...
THE DAY WHEN PEOPLE SEE WHAT WE AS HUMAN BEINGS ARE FACED WITH, THAT REMAINS UNSEEN TO THE NAKED EYE WILL BE A GREAT ONE.
THE DAY WHEN ARTIST MAKE MUSIC ABOUT HOW TO GROW PLANTS, FOODS AND VEGETABLES AS OPPOSED TO GROWING WEED AND DRO WILL BE RAWWWWW!!!!
THE DAY WHEN MUTHAFUCKERS SEE THAT HELPING, LISTENING, LOVING, UNDERSTANDING, NOT JUDGING, AND UNSELFISHNESS IS BEST FOR MOST HUMANS...WILL BE VERY GOOD... AT LEAST I THINK SO.
I SAW THINGS..SOME VERY POWERFUL THINGS RECENTLY. SOME FORCES OF ENERGY THAT ARE AROUND ME AND THE PEOPLE AND PLACES IVE BEEN. SOME TRUELY AMAZING POWERFUL SHIT. NOT SHIT...I MEAN SOME ....WORDS CANT REALLY DO JUSTICE TO IT SO 4 GET IT.
ANYWAY...BE GOOD. BE NICE. WE ALL GET MAD. WE ALL GET SAD. WE ALL GET HAPPY. BUT ALWAYS BE GOOD AND UNDERSTANDING.
SOMEONE WHO REALLLLLY NEEDS YOU AND LOVES YOU MAY NEED YOU MOST RIGHT NOW, BUT YOU MIGHT BE CAUGHT UP IN YOURSELF..OR JUST UNCARING ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND THEM AT A PIVOTAL LIFE CHANGING POINT FOR THEM...WHICH MAY ALSO CHANGE YOURS.
I JUST FELT COMPELLED TO WRITE THIS FROM THE HEART...SO HEAR IT IS...FOR YOU PERSONALLY FROM ME...DUSEAN DUNBAR.
BYE.
Monday, September 15, 2008
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-
Friday, September 12, 2008
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!!
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!!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
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.
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~
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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.
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
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Monday, September 1, 2008
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~
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
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