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