Just a freewrite....no title

Changes is occuring, soul left burning...
Darth Vader on my back keeps on reassuring..
Give in, let go, change, Nice wont get you anything...
When was the last time you seen a Nice king?...
Self struggle with myself has been the greatest battle yet...
Feels like I cant win, just another one of life's raffles, place bets...
But my Will is stronger than Hip Hop's fighting soul...
Keeps reciting to me to reach my goals...
But I'm exhausted and fatigued from all this fighting...
My needs are building up like static to lightning...
And slowly unleashing itself causing damage...
Trying to rot me from the inside like cabbage...
My surrounding is changing and expectations rising...
Its strange how now people coming to me when im providing...
Only seek my presence when something is needed...
While my good side continues to bleed till nothings left...
Worst part is I feel like im always destined to be like this...
Because I will never allow that damage to inflict...
I cant lose myself, my soul is chained to my mind...
Since birth and the keys been lost for a looooong time...
Reason why I still am who I am is cuz of everyone...
June you inspire me and have been since day one...
Never have I been unhappy while talking to you...
I care about you soo much you have no clue...
My family down at IU always hold me down...
Since back when Groups 07 kept knocking me down...
Memories made that will forever stay within...
You guys are the reason my dreams keep living...
Cant ignore my homie propaYne, 2009 and 10 its on...
Im not Diddy, you aint Big but lets change the world through song...
Not stopping until every single dream is reached...
Limit is the sky to most, but for us, the universe will be breached...
Cant forget Bishop for the poetry you been hitting me with...
Each and every one written really sticks...
And to everyone who feels like I been ignoring...
I apologize, but time is low and work keeps storming...
Im working today so I can relax the next day...
Looking ahead in the future without living replays...
I fell countless times, but I never stayed down...
Reason why I am all the way in the sky now...

Next stop... the universe...
Im moving forward..... never in reverse..

To everyone who has ever been in my life before, even if we dont talk anymore, I still think about ya from day to day. There are many people who I lost touch with who I wish I didnt, but sometimes that is just how it has to be. No matter where I end up in the next few years, I will never change, never forget who I am, and never forget the people who got me here. Sorry if this poem was longer than usual, but I just had A LOT on my mind lately, and it just had to be said.

~Rhymestyle~

Had to post it... HOV!!!

Jay-Z My President is black Remix LIVE 1-18-09 from pleasedontstare on Vimeo.

My President Is Black [Remix]

My President is black
My Maybach too
And I’ll be goddamn if my diamonds ain’t blue
My money’s dark green and my Porsche’s light grey
And I’m headed for D.C., anybody feel me?

My President is Black in fact he’s half White
So even in a racist’s mind he’s half right
Even in these racist times we all right
My President is Black but his house is all white
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So I’m gonna spread my wings you can meet me in the sky
I already got my own clothes I already got my own shoes
I was hot before Barack, imagine what I’m gonna do
Hello Miss America, hey pretty lady
Red white and blue flag wave for me baby
Never thought I’d say this shit, baby I’m good
You can keep your puss, I don’t want no more Bush
No more war, no more Iraq
No more white lies, my President is Black

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One Love... Hip Hop Forever

One Love, Now Rest In Piece

Beats foretold the story as it started moving...
Of breakers n painters painting a movement of music...
A genre so mysterious chipucabra aint ish...
One spin and a break there as the spray can spits...
Leaving scriptures of pictures all over...
Telling the story of this decayed city's soldiers...
How this "nothing" becomes something N grows bolder...
As "this" starst appearing around every street corner...
Ed Koch declared war spending millions...
No not against robberies, larsony, & Killings...
This man fought the ink & pens instead of stopping the spillin...
He had no blood on his hands just damn paint from buildings..
But "this" wins and is deemed the queen...
Yes ladies & Gentlemen she shows to be the one supreme...
Growth occurs as more of "it" returns...
Her knowledge dropped wasnt too hard to learn...
She spread her knowledge not knowing the consequence...
And developed these strange new elements that complement...
No emcee without a DJ which gave birth to break dance...
Graff tagged maps to say Hip Hop now stands...
But everyone around tried knocking it down...
But it was already successfull bound...
To hearts, minds, and souls pushing goals...
To reach dreams envisioned like wishing roads...

Then...

She taught me. loved me, and said good bye to me...
Kissed me on the cheek and then I heard a snap beat...
She died while I'm the one left alive...
As her imposters tried to say she was revived...
Well sorry to say this but they had lied...
If she was still alive, she'd stay up nights to cry...
Feeling her pain I stay awake asking why?...
Matter of fact you can still hear my soul cry...
This desecration was from her own creation...
With record label help, came this Rap Nation...
Claiming to be Hip Hop, but those liars ain't related..
When she died, she told me she ain't gon Claim em.. (Rap Today)
On my heart she graff'd her name...
Gifting this emcee and keeping me sane..
Rose me as a child even when I was into wild games..
but she died before she taught me to break dance...
I still love her and forever will...
In my heart forever so cleverly concealed...
But I'm never ashamed to reveal...
My love for Her, Hip Hop in its essence is too real...
But with her gone I spread her life to everyone...
Educating those miseducated thinking its about guns...
No drugs and disrespect, that ain't what she wants...
She ain't teach that, her son Rap was the one...
So rest in piece my love and much respect...
Ill never forget your teachings before your untimely death..
Hopefully now you can finally rest...
One Love... and ill NEVER forget...

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~

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~

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!

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~

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-

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~

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