Tuesday, June 28, 2011

NEW LATE NIGHT SHOOTING....POETRY!


ITS YELLOW...by KINGYODA/BISHOP G/ D.DUNBAR


TIRED DOESNT MEET THE REQUIREMENTS
FOR RETIREMENT,
IN COLD TIMES
MY INNER FIRE IS MY ENVIRONMENT,
APPLY MY WHOLE ENTIRE FIST
TOO THE PUNCHLINES...
WRIST DEEP..UNTIL IM 6 FEET
NO SUNSHINE,
MY ARMOR LIKE THE BLACK MAMBA IN CRUNCHTIME,
DEPENDABLE SYLLABLES GET ME FOOD LIKE LUNCHLINES,
TRADING JUICE FOR MILKS,
FAVORITE SUIT WAS SILK,
OCCASIONALLY WAS HAPPY LIKE
SATAN WHEN THE NUKE WAS BUILT,
OTHER TIMES...I WAS SAD LIKE A
HOMELESS PERSON AT A SHELTER CRYING
AT THE TABLE CUZ HIS SOUP IS SPILT,
SPELL IT HOWEVER I NEED
TOO KEEP IT RHYMING,
YOU DO ALL THE DIGGING
BUT WHEN U FIND IT...
YOU DONT GET TOO KEEP THE DIAMOND,
NOTHING TOO SHOW EXCEPT DIRTY PALMS,
BALANCE LIFE...
30 PSALMS FOR EVERY 30 BOMBS,
BEEN IN THE STORM
AM I WORTHY OF CALM?
CONSEQUENCES OF MAN
TRYNA HURRY ALONG...


YELLOW LIGHT MUTHAFUCKA SLOWDOWN!