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A woman is often deeply oppressed by the role she is expected to play.She is to be the tender, civilizing force in society, and towant commitment and lifelong loyalty. but often her marriages and realtionships give her not romance and devotion but routine and an endlessly distracted mate. It remains an everlasting female fantasy to meet a man who gives totally of himself, who lives for her, even if only for a while... ****
-Robert Green 
 My best friend, Ginean and NeCarla-You both have been strongholds and spiritual factors in my years on this earth, and i thank God everyday for you two, love you both, and i love my nephews!! To my H.U.N.G.E.R. Fam..NIGHT TRAIN--BOBOSHEMAR--CLIFF MERCURY--URSA MAJOR--FEAHNNA BLUE--PRINCEORHYMES--AZIATIC TACTICS--AZINPERSUASIAN--XCOLL ABO--MAXXXIMUS--KERO--TROJAN-- WHIZDOM--TWINTERROR...if it werentfor yall, iwouldn`t be where i am at today, and wouldn`t have grown as quickly as i would have in this music business, or lyrically, if i had chosen anotha route, i love allo u fam...see yall soon!
poetry corner.. Momentary Thoughts Sun`s Eyes i cry endlessly seein man kind care so little when a man dies,.. when a mancries,.. judged so harshly that tha man ..sighs and lose his being just ta reject tha feeling of a man`s ties,.. flip tha hour`s ona a glass`s side,.. pause tha world and i`ll take you ona journey of past time.. maybe u`d understand why ..i cry so many tears into tha black sky, ..yall thought stars were gassed lights,.. another one of man`s lies, they`re from me weeping eternally throughout this world`s course,.. cursed of repeatin a historic circle.. lighted by my hissing torch.., remorse on wars being re-faught only causing worse hurt.., these sand of time continue to literally dribble only more dirt ..to reflect on, satan seemed to put a hex on ..any living creature that`s been blessed on, ....reflect on deaths that kept on adding up to a number that`s beyond tha count of tha living, ..i recount on tha bidding of giving humans away on an account of tha tint in their skin, ..made me sick when they sent ..a countless ..tide of men within a sea of desirable deaths ..if i had arms,.. woulda reach out and embrace them, warmed their hearts and gave them a future where no man of God was degraded,.. yet i could only offer some light on tha dark, ..still can`t help mend any hearts, only hope that when they wake, ..they see me and smile, knowing someone`s waiting to light tha miles of trials they stride through,.. and look forward to tha end to reach tha heavems as another angel i say hi to. .. darkness envelopes a heart of stone, cold and forlorn to this world of people who only look our for their own, torn and withered, lies that have been told and littered til our senses turned bold and bitter, i was asked to weather my perspective, yet it seems that the lesser i witness kids doing alotta stupid *bleep*, tha more i realize this is a life i rue to live, so used to giving i refuse ta rid myself of a selfless bidding, wreckless living since not one selfish being seemed to concern themselves on what i was feeling, now i`m kneeling to a slanted crosspiece, X-ed my haunted beleifs for a meaning to tha words i write and breathe, mo weapon shall prosper against me, what if that artillery consists of me, now where do my defenses lie, i`ve found out why tha defenseless cry, relenteless ties to myself and ones i love seem to be my downfall in this restless life, it seems best to die, yet i know how my passing would affect some lives, so i puff up my chest and sigh, try my hardest to disect tha time constructively rather than to stress tha `why`s, decided to reflect on trying, release tha holds that i laborously relied in, took tha led from my blood and released tha poison, instead of digesting tha feelins i hold in, burn my heart like molten lava, surrounded by drama, and a whole lotta wanna be ballas who know damn near nada, some say wishes never come tru until you `do`, so i`ma continue under this lamp light to write my versions of truth and consider tha worth of ones that choose to loose rather than gain, live a life a pain in vain without to recollection on their price for fame, this goes for all, Stay up, stay real, or stay out tha game. ..Sick of seein this generation Reapin Benefits and Breathing Benjamins by puttin out garbage and sayin, 'This is What Emceein Is, ..putta Ass Cheek ona Flat Screen, yeah it's Visually acceptable, how it's worth buying is Past Me, their lack of Talent's Detestable, ..Lil Jon makin Millions off ofa Signature Mark, screamin YEAH, and somehow Rescripted this Art, Cursed-n-Encrypted tha Hearts of tha Hip Hop Legendary charts ..Kept in what is Hopefully a Temporary dark,the Underground's hidden further than 6 Feet Deep, within tha Creases of our Minds, Knowledge Somewhere Seeps, Won't Wade tru shallow Waters ta Seek Somethin more than Beats ..Vast and Easily Outclassed, got Acts of Kids namin theyselves afta Bitches and Shakespeare, Spitten bout ladies b4 Puberty while Grown Folks is buyin they fake Gear* ..where Twista's Talent is Diminished just ta Appease tha Ignorant, and Kanye isn't even Acknowledged fa tha Dedication when he's spittin Wit* ..Sit bak and Reminisce, when Gangsta hits like E-40 and Thugs were Notorious fa bein Skandalous* ..Fagotous emmualtin Shakur, bitin offa Hooks and think he got tha game Secured, rather cop allo his cds and pile it in Manure ta add ta tha Shit this World Lives in, ..i'm gettin Livid just thinkin bout all tha Bull%#&@$! Hits MTV and BET Promotes to these lil Kids, worried bout what my Egg will Listen to when she Flips tha channel ..Lack of Grammer and Education got these kids spittin Banter -n-Shit, not knowing tha Definion of tha Words they're Given ta Spit ..industry's hitta Musical Highway, traffic jams, but 'We Get Around' by tha Underground 'Freeway',* Utter Another sound of what 50 cent says, and i'ma Beat u witta Sledge Hammer, "that's What My Two Cents State" retrack, rewind, turn back tha digital time ta when i first was purchased, ...shiny and new, no scratches on tha surface,... now i'm just anotha cd layin in ya case, ...forgotten cuz a somebody named jayZ took my place, ..collectin dust next ta where luther and marvin be, ..remember tha days ya used ta groove ta my harmony, ...now ya bumpin ta borrowed beats,.. and sampled classics,.. revamped and trashed hits, ..got kids like fagatous tryna remix what rap is,.. would rather have ya split me in half kid,.. put me ina microwave and gimme tha electric plate, ..(electric chair), can't accept my fate,.. just anotha cd ta burn and share, now stacked amongst others, ..i don't even get my own plastic cover, ...thrown into a box where others lay,.. i remember when my tracks used ta be on instant replay, ..memories fade ..as i reminisce on tha times ya listened as i used ta spin melodies,... and ya lover enjoyed tha nights i soothed her jealousy, ..party afta party, ..no more requests fa tha old classic, ...back of tha binder, forever forgotton in tha folds of plastic.. eyes on reddend hands, ...blood drips.. and flood this vision witta memory of a husband's dick ...ina anotha chicks lips-n-i stand witta regret....yet a love sick mission ta beat a lil bit more of him ....while he's gurglin, "i don't wanna die sinnin".....shoulda thought of that b4 my knife slid in him, ....should i twist it just a little bit and.. puncture his heart as he did mine, ....or should i take tha time ta dial a 9-1-1 ...and state my crime, ..overcame wit distaste, ..drag his body in haste, ...fall over, ..now i'm overcome wit disgrace, ...crying fa grace, ...i know forgiveness is far, ..i have no choice but to live in this dark,.. greive with this art of expression,.. yet, ..nothing can express this execution i've stepped in, ..trace back in time, remote tha present and press rewind, ..to when our discussions were pleasent, ...where commitment was evident, ..our love was smitten wit reverence, ..now i'm thinkin tha reverend will have a few words about my angering management,.. tha knife's in my hand again, ..and now it's in my direction ready to slice again, ..take a deep breath..ready fa my life ta end, ..repent this sin and embrace death.. so finally... my pain's dead...mingled blood left these hands stained red...as my soul emits from this derranged scene....can't help but to gaze deep into tha deceased of tha man i held dear to me,.. place a ghost of a last kiss.. and whisper tho i know he isn't hearing me, ...."see you soon on tha other side, you can share tha heat wit me" ona road to sorrow.. no hopes tomorrow, rode a borrowed heart to show i know i'm alone... in a world forlorn to beauty....everyone i loved used me,.... i'm usually brutally too confused to allow them to be abusing me wit lyrikal tools in speech,... i rue to speak...., yet, i know that i have to rule tha streets in order to survive tha tests,.... dunno why i stress ova lyin friends, ...yet i cry and vent to hollowed ears, ...every night i swallow tears... in memories of shallow years,... deep in regret i weep in secret,... clench my ..teeth and regress ...tha pains i'm suffering,... thoughts of my future is numbing me, ...in tha corner hugging knees ..wit pills infront of me, ...wonder if i would be missed if i took some of these ..wit a cup of henessy, ..see my pen and pad next to me, ...grab it, ...reflect on frees from friends in my past, digest tha bad, learn from tha abstract, ink forming words of hurt and terms of dirt into precious phrases, deadly statements just ta get this feelin in paper, pages blur ...as i remember how many days i worked ..when i would refrain from hurt... just to pass time ...and gain some words of wisdon from people that harassed my talent, ...now i've surpassed tha masses,... lookin forward to a life where i mastered rappin,... all tha pains i've lived, gon build my strength, ...until i'm banked and ready to retire in a place of peace, ..engrave a plate of decease wit my name ona slab of stone readin..." no weapon ever prospered against me, other than me" Beady eyes reflect off the sewage, every new pit bringin new smells of puked %#&@$!, this life, i rue it, came out the sac, knew this would be some bull%#&@$!, moment of birth my worth been below the earth, first thougth i was gold, realized i'm just dirt, classed as 'rat', i've met scum that's wrose, scatter to the gutters of have humans slam me into curbs, quick to learn that the only friend to lick my burns is this wasted piss, climb out, blinded, eyes turn into hateful slits, bait full kids bout to be distastefully bit, alley kats hastily hiss, saliva-aids filled- i spit, %#&@$!'s ran like they was painfully kicked, seing crack addicts lyin across the cracks of NY's worse habitats, speed around central park, scrounding to find the last of scraps, even peices of kracker jacks, run around corners where %#&@$!s slap their %#&@$! just to make drivers slam their gas by accident, and people call this class and %#&@$!? only acknowledge ment this rat can get, is when i'm speedin by houses hearing freestylers mention me in their rappin spits, boys laugh and %#&@$!, when girls cry and slap their heads in fear and embarrassment, was i born for harrassment, or is it just by rude NY men that don't understand how life ends, but i was there when their trife trends came to some slight mends, when those two monsters fell, i could tell they was scared the way they scattered like 'rats' in the jails, for a minute they appreciated all living creatures, more focused on life than being mistreaters, but quickly turned to being critiquers worse than them vh1 bleepers, so i crawl back into my sewers, where it's more quiet and peaceful, it may stink, but at least i'm not watching my people get killed wit the wasted words that these conceits spill. can't stand these back stabbers when, they steadily stammering, caught readily hammering friends wit bad grammar and asses jabbering, constantly gathering more %#&@$! that's rather tiring, turds bouncing bak lik box springs, every betrayal is marked in these locked strings of lost feinds, nuckas cost dreams just to floss teams, like soft cream, these kids is meltin thru my fingers, every memory lingers, on how my past lays disfigured by those i trusted but left me blistered, vengeful blizzards reigning when kats choose to lie and flip words, absurd hoes gon get whipped first, been hurt worse before, pain that burst from my pores, that remain in ways that verbs can't explore, wish they would play then learn fast like %#&@$!s, this migraine's curse is answered for, pills won't remedy this hurt, %#&@$!es i thought were friends to me are dirt to me, even my man tried to flirt wit these freaks, could quote Makaveli about these fake geeks, revenge is as sweet as %#&@$!? i'ma just let the dicks speak, don't want my lips freed, way my tips keyed this in moments of a heated passion, (to be cont) Tired of the killin like we villians......see an american in a turban and we quick to hurt~him.....turnin peace makers to war~scums wit a vengeance to grip~fists, on laden's neck wit a credence, to rip~veins.....watch them flip~games, twist minds and trick~vain, into insanity-lackin vanity- fallin harmony-broken matrimony-becomin what we hatin...."let's go kill some afgans' is now an American Statement.....cravin for late~friends to be avenged, a lotta crazed~men filled with anger that can't be contested, feel their pride's been molested......prove we ain't bested by bombing innocents, conscience clouded by September eleven, malcontent until blood's~shed for what happened.......intent is to descend wit~relentless~violence, Cane's spiritual~demented~silence became infested~cryin~fits-outcome is~an~endless~dying~list-const ant~sighing~fits tryin ta understand this timeless~ war..... causin more sin then when a virgin's hymen~ tore..... findin out what we fightin~for is false pride-rather cost~lives than to admit we lost~rights wit our Cross~guide-sinnin for the wrong~guy, quick to cause~plights and befall~lives in these trife~ trends..... president~lead us thru the press's~lead, stress~bled, constantly bothering~me, why it's so hard~to~see that you killin them-and them killing you is what they want u~to~do....disrespect "white america", turn into gunning~fools, we'll be running~soon when we face the judgement~book and explain these fumbled~ duels.... others choose to plunder~soon or bruise~egos, lose peace~goals takin lives cause we 'have our rights' to avenge~friends we've never~met.....funny no one acknowledged~them til they showed up dead, payin respects to the unknown heads thru blood red~ sheets leakin outta this flooded~speach.............. 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Tha People that have made a difference in my life Miss NeCarla   Miss NeeNee   MY Ex but still good friend!JD-   Willis-my big brudda- -  Ray-My dearest friend--He's single ladies!! haha..i am so gonna get in trouble for this!  
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