Oddly poverty had become a commodity,
Or a monstrous monopoly,
That epiphany bothered me, I was stricken with this conviction thinking possibly...
Wondering why bother giving her a dollar or two,
She'll forget her toddler and spend my deposit on booze,
So I began to keep walking, wondering what the Father would do...
Faced with a decision, what type of world do we live in,
When women wear the world on their shoulders, and we stare and smolder their feeling,
Trying to get a feel-in...
Heel the children, but the child's heel was filled with mildew from walking in sewage in the basement of a used building...
No shoes no sox, no food no pops...
Then they wonder why we take poprox...
And I know popular music is hot, but when we use it to rob our own people this evil must stop...
She hated life, told me how beautiful death is,
Rap told her ice was tight, but now she can't eat that necklace,
So she told me her death wish...
Let not my son be reckless, and even though they disrespect us,
Let's invest in Texas...
I thought she was high, looked in her eyes, the tears were gone...
Unify, you and he, unity, before I die, promise me...
Obviously poverty had plagued her, she was in need of a savior,
Ten dollars is what I gave her,
And obliged her favor...

ill drop. keep reachin.

peace.

got damn kid. This was one nice peice of artwork. Beautiful imagery and word use. If this falls off I'll bump it.

Snow_Flow

"Who say f*ck the major
labels...Who unsigned and
dead broke can still make
name before they even make a
demo"- Slug from Atmosphere

"Still say f*ck the major
label till it limps, put your
deal up on the table and
we'll show you who the pimp"-
MC Slug

"Songs are nameless, guns are
aimless, how long you been
famous..."- MC SLUG

Sometimes it's darkest just
before dawn.

Good to cee ya! I'm feeling the flow and the content very real and wisdom was shown. Keep the Light Beaming!!

>I thought she was high, looked in her eyes, the tears were
>gone...
>Unify, you and he, unity, before I die, promise me...
>Obviously poverty had plagued her, she was in need of a
>savior,


genius brotha.... keep droppin that goodness on us... stay up fam~!

rawkus in it's prime...yep i digs alot

Damn.....Im really feelin' this piece. Its not too often I come by a really good piece that maintained a rhyme scheme throughout its entirety. Tight shit, Peace.

Ultimately nice in so many ways -- Content -- Rhyme Scheme -- Flow --

Nice to see your ish on da petri dish again! -- ;^)

no doubt man,

solid rrhyme scheme and flow, and an interestin storytellin content...

thats one of the things i'm workin on, as of yet i rarely have anything to say...tight ish

yo man this LoVeCHRIST
and i must say man you've grown
i don't know you personally but man i felt excited just reading this
man
and to me and mine (intuition)
i think you should hop in the studio
of course with proper course
but definitely, i believe you should start globalizin' your message
on a more 'audio' base

oh, i changed the name due some complications with my email address

still from whence i came
lovechrist chile
and aint a damn thing change

except for my perception

peace and blessings
from ya manz

this was a delicious lyrical flow right here...throughly enjoyed....miss k

Thanx for the peep mayne..I'm actually in the process of trying to get a demo done but my first love will always be writing...
Hallaback

made me tear up...

thought provokin tho...

I enjoyed every bit of this. You made me want to appreciate the food in my mouth and clothes on my back. Things we take for granted.




~Writing good poetry is one thing..but to have live through experiences makes you an even better one.~

very well balanced mang, nice to see ya back...

new cuts: Balance pt.2, Power Is Truth, Future's Reward--try it you'll like it...http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm

feeling this.

yo this was tight, and very much enjoyed. You did ya thang mann.

Lakeisha de 1 n only
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~Be who you are and don't waste time on trying to be something and or someone you are not. Life is too precious to be wasting it on unoriginal and tainted things~
-inspired by Slum Village

^^^ups^^^^

enjoyed, tight syntax and content, beautiful read.

"when a man aims at nothing, he seldom misses the target"

"absence of occupation, is not rest"

"write it down. the worst ink survives the best memory"

some folks not ceeing^^^^upn

(((Bump)))

Trying to get a feel-in...
Heel the children, but the child's heel was filled with mildew from walking in sewage in the basement of a used building...


^^^^^^the pic that painted hit me hard, and from there down, you had me...solem read that we all need to take into consideration...

-Otto

-Otto

poeverty is caused by selfishness.

gotta get a nut off (had a kid early) father left because he couldnt deal with responsibility cuz he was SELFISH
gotta get drink on (bills dont get paid)
hurting so I'll continue to fuck random cats (kids are neglected, adn they grow up and do the same thing from their pain of neglect.. so their lives turn into self-fullfilling prophecies
but it all started from selfishness.... that lead to "fill the void" type shit.. that just created lives that were selfish and blossoms whole generations that only meet their own needs... and suffer from a lack of GEBUINE love.. within themselves and without


-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

I've read this once before. This subject was addressed VERY well and this poem would fit nicely in the archives. I think your writing is a good example for me to follow considering my amateur status(Your work is great)

>.This subject was addressed VERY
>well and this poem would fit nicely in the archives. .

Don't mind me just testing the new avy

you've humbled me with this piece, both in terms of my day-to-actions, and in terms of my writing skills. This piece was admirable in several ways...

peace,
-Tp

let the bull fall off, but this will stay