sometimes i write thru tears
and i dont be sad
but still
tear drops stain the pages
to dead the rages
i tap on keys
or riddle innocent paper
with my mental debris
i walk so tall
back be strong
but somtimes i get vulnerable too
world seems so harsh
and i cant control it
cant feel my limbs
wondering where my grip went
i was taught about karma
at an early age
so i give love
but get hate
i grind
i hustle
put in work
but this thing aint happening fast enough
i was told
my time is infinite
but seems im runnin out
it aint comin fast enough
i never asked for much
nothing i wouldnt work for
sometimes i feel
crushed
crushed
but by the end of the scribe
when i open my eyes
i realize
things could be worse
shine light on what i have
hold it close
to keep me goin
and i just
keep on
from enraged to engaged
from fears to feelin courageous
like nothing can phase me
for long
nobody can break me
i just get stronger
as i keep on

>as i keep on

I keep on carrying best's baton
Filling In the patches
My body is built for marathons
That's why I keep posts hot like struck matches
It's been years since my face felt the touch of tears
But that don't mean a brotha ain't been sad
No emotion even when I'm glad
Except the only time I rejoice is when I hear the sound of her voice sayin

hey bay bay.

forever my lady
even if blind crippled or crazy

Keep on ….
my stride rites …
glide tight as I cruise pave …
count ‘em as books made …
never struggle on my hustle …
grind
five to nine … play the PM
shift into third
fast and furious my mic check
you see him
playing the hank low … respect
just two
cause it’s something bout that brew
that just do something to him
slur the swag
confidence boost …
like zin really needed that juice
to get loose
shiiiii
I bagg ‘em travelin in two’s
Didn’t forget to mention
The Hospitality Extension
Even to unsightly women …
God bless the child that’s got
Friends in
places he ain’t never been in
and … never plan to go
understand the flo
in and out like breath
life forces run courses
till there are none left
remorse’s … never
when you take righteous steps
and my plants … sows
seeds to rose pedals and I kkkeeeeeeeeeeppp

we hustle
Huckstable …
trying to keep the family humble
and keep my babies outta the struggle
bubble… like bath …
hoping I see grand dad
but not in a rush … fast azz
slow up …
brake bleeder … new wave family treer
cause happily ever after … ended in 03
life’s mysteries
gave out look expressions …
SO now we only talk … via the internet ..
I guess that’s
life’s progression …
so every mic session gives
listeners a man’s prospective
and these well placed worded etchings
leave my stain
in a game
that you only win in sections …
as I kkkkkkeeeeeeeep

ah ha...
sometimes you dont know what you need till it comes
a gust of zin wind
a lil light from the sun
makes it easier to
keep on
reflecting off the source of life
beacon of light in the night
hookah hittin just right
yup...i still get lifted
occasionally
un-assisted
getting to the best of me
some come with blades and knives
trying to harm but they enhance my life
puttem all in a bucket
watchem swirl
i still got love for 'em
im still that same girl
the one who feels with intensity
lets emotions go runnin wild thru poetry
gets inspired by a hip hop song
turns mountains into hills and just..
keeps on

I got to keep on
My Asia was born
And rose to the sunshine
Eyes …twinkling ..
As she reminisced on heaven
Sweet like Sunday morn
Lionel rich …with
Thoughts on the family’s interests …
My mistress … In distress …
“What’s up with you and …?”
not yet …
but if we ever face to face
I’ma smash … confidence
My business … keeps me bizzy…
So my styles shifty …
I’m third …Sipping Gingy …
at my laptop screen
Replying to the <ding>
Missing the essence …
Caught up in the relevance
Of the questions …
Fuck it ….I mIss my good frIends …
And get away weekends …
It’s… my ….berfday!!!
Blowing steam
like ppssssshhhh… when you flying in …
on a WITCH hunt
‘slike the earth caught a fever
cost to cost …we heated like Texas toast
98.6 arm leg
leg arm
head
K.W.&U.
My love for crew
G.G. Contingent … Ric and AX too
Chello’s gettin big now ..
Ali’s six plus TWOOOO
Tali’s mean … high school ...
She’s 14
Boys < the Big Guns
Daddy’s got…
So when daddy’s Glock gets hot …
Let ‘em know that I …kept
in the treble clef ...

We move like
pennies in a brown roll
single we mingle
but together …we good for 2.6 cent
over achieve
my thousand dollar bill baby
wheezing
summer breezing
a breathe of fresh air …
just cause I freak speech …
don’t get it twisted
I adore mi amore …
Like Stevie …
On some other shit …
Peeps seeing …
Approaching with envy
Reaffirm …
“I love you lIke my cuzzIn”
and theres no one who could take ya place …
“baby…ya breath taking!”
two kings a queen …one throne
momma’s strong
cause daddy’s gone
till he comes home .she gotta ke keep keeping oooooon.
Food
Shelter
K.W. &U.
I admire
Your desire after all you been thru …

yeah yeah man. you're so dope.

like a spinnin top
i dont stop
move fast
attracting all sorts of
energy
the contrast
is crazy
from grown men
to babies
but i gravitate
towards that light
that amazes me
and i appreciate
the support it gave me
as i keep on
keep goin
till i reach the top
then i tip toe and keep reaching
i just cant stop
i dig the company up there
breathin the same air
more than a-alikes
we be alike an identicle pair
im grateful for the props i get
but im just gettin what im supposed to get
doin what im supposed to do
just like you
the on-lookers can keep on
speculating
in the dark
we got an understanding
and that's the best part

Today minus one
only me
self pity and a cigarette
empty glasses
the smell of strong wine
horizon
to close for comfort
southern comfort
held close
telephone
across the room
off the hook
scattered clothes
and the naked words of a book with no cover
insomnia under white sheets of blank paper
I keep on_
writing in my mind
cause counting sheep is for politicians
I be_
poet by any other name
herald of galacticus if you want
label me hyporcrite
illiterate eyes will never read me
my book store be the stage
fuck pages
my publisher is the bottom of my throat
the depths of my soul
get off my back
im carrying the world on my shoulders
no room for chips
or old grudges
i'll speak the truth till im blue in the face
or walking backwards out of your television set
see me at the base of the wishing well
you built your house on
so sick of pennies and nickles
i threw myself in
go figure that
had to drown in my passion
to keep my head above water
dont holla back
if dont hear me
i didnt say anything
and these rhymes are white noise
from a black man
with a yellow river running
through his mind
my flow is the dirt ive done
filtered through the breath in my lungs
liquified
purified and distilled
between a rock and hard place
and if i wake up tommorow
blessed enough to be here another day
you can say what you wanna say
Im a keep on keeping on
till my keep is kept

why's the hate hard?
for goodshit's sakes
thought i left the snakes in pa state
with the eightballs




came to boards for peace
but there's so many geeks
throwing hidden messages at me with their hands....



i think i'm playing baseball!

fuk.

yo bestpart it's good to see ya still representin' . .!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i can appreciate ya flows and meta4's, luv readin' ya drops!!!!!!!!

thanks! =)

i keep on like porn in college dorms
CNN News or nun uniforms
here comes niro
in his perfect form
lost the spelling bee
but still spitting up a swarm
cats claim they hot
but their shits luke warm
gotta keep my boots on
as i smash all the pawns
Rajeniro aint the one
but two will never do
step to the mic
i three piece your whole crew
leave them spread out
on bay avenue
you never had a clue
can't keep the same subject
so i switching til i'm through

wab is about to get back at it
it's been a long time
since i was on these boardz writing rhymes
my style was, and probably is still underrated
i will continue to write even tho some people hate it
shit, players act like i never posted some good shit
i used to get post like your shit was nicely written
i wasn't the best on the boardz, but i had a little fan base
checkin my shit every day
damn, time flies fast
it's going on 7 years since i became a player
shout outs to the players on here that i know
and the players that left i miss ya"ll
and wish ya"ll was still here
to make the boards fun again


i know it wasn't the best flow, my shit is dusty
peace wab

summer saturday's are the greatest
i face 'em, tongue out, spacin,
jordan, tastin, run bout racin
'portant places
dude, 'bout to take my old school sun -out lake-in

like mindful says
no shit in 06
it's been ten years since i graduated, high school
i remember them days in class acting like a damn fool
the class clown as my friends would say
shit, times has changed and everything looks strange
as a man
trying to get money in my hand
and pay these bills
and live my life
hoping one of these days
i can find a girl that would be my wife
and settle down, and make a happy home
together we could roam
us against the world
me and my girl

peace wab

keepin my pen wet
my ink stains
rain drops fill lanes
no sign of pain
as i keep goin
no strain
panty lines
ya caint see
so smooth dat ass
gotta B
yeh da grind sometime
make me wanna holla 2
till i peep
short rhymes
droppin high signs...
no dimes, just
keep comiin back
wit clean time
flows get
deeper n deeper
no bot goin take mine
i write scripts
in algorithms
one dot at a time
go back to school
sum say MJ's back
never left I say
time lifts veils
from behind cells
now sales rise to stimulus heights
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 + letters make
digits bling
this is 2 years old
what an
Oboma Nation
it must be
to keep on keepin on...
now raise the Light

i cry in the rain feeling one with the vibe
while i see those in cars bus shelters umbrellas to hide
i cried under water and swam through my tears
i cried in the shower washed my hair with my tears
I view weeping like rain
a deluge of emotion fertilizing seeds in drought
i keep keeping on through routes with doubt
I pause for a moment but must not parry long
my mindstate returns to the bubbly like don perignon
my jealousy of power made my youth frought with frustration
fought like a war to attain my current station
that only came when i let go of comparisons
our natural state is to pull in others mindstates
from an early age everywhere i went i felt the earthquake
pain and suffering designed my quest and investment
to behold the truth, suffering is a substance
a detour, a program
when i say change the channel
i mean the stream the channellers ingesting
id fight for you kill for you steal for you if it helped
but i pierced the soul of the hustle
they strictly cant attain what they seek
while they become the producers of the struggle they speak
woken up to educate and remain wide eared to listen
to approach the transitional gangsters who are warrior souls
trained by your enemies you gotta keep keepin on
such a flux of fuckery not the best of us can duck it all
so many walks of righteousness both large and small
relax the judgements the meek inherit earth
and all inherit life which takes so much work to misguide that silence must be filled
and each moment spent listening to your soul they attempt to soil
because we naturally recalibrate this whole lands stolen
im more related to those who refuse to listen to the prescription
but what they're missing is the true stance of true rebellion
so my soul keeps shifting my style keeps switching
cause there cant be this many kings unless each life has its kingdom
and that means we aint got shit to prove to humans
when you find your own groove it all start moving
and you'll see your hands in the mountains as the breeze is swaying
no matter what happens i keep on the new day 'n'
when it comes to love wildout aint playin

((wo))

okay dude i just read your poem, can you record that for me
seriously thats ill
i cant wait to read all the others in the cypher
might have to save this post in my computer or some shit

one
((wo))

*Time~Less~Ly*

>shine light on what i have
>hold it close
>to keep me goin
>and i just
>keep on
>from enraged to engaged
>from fears to feelin courageous
>like nothing can phase me
>for long
>nobody can break me
>i just get stronger
>as i keep on


Cuz if it ain't our time to go
We'll be "keepin' on" fa' sho'
Living life
Thru trials & errors
Lookin' @ life
Thru misted mirrors
Wiping sweat & tears
Leaving serious smears
In reflections ... straining to get clearer
Strength comes in increments
*power & control* ... gettin' nearer
On our knees from dusk to dawn
Praying God will help us
Keep ... Keepin' On


Your words are (((Classic))) -- *Timeless*

i keep keepin on
like ballers
hard wood floors they squeakin on
the terms
we stopped speakin on
my son
in his fearsome foursomes'
Deacon Jones
grasses no pew
19-- to dashes
no you
it was still
arm leg leg arm head
before Cassius fro grew
homegrown
a magnet to pro tools...

what can get slept on


i guess keystylin ain't what it is no more

niggas turn they nose round at it


but still



>Deacon Jones
>grasses no pew
>19-- to dashes
>no you
>it was still
>arm leg leg arm head
>before Cassius fro grew
>homegrown
>a magnet to pro tools...

cmon

that's crazy.


i don't even have anything to add but

lemme try right here:


i can stand with a stanza
Nissan and a danca
Danza I boss
thee shine of a lantern
ain't rhyme
butt I'm vampin
no ire
i bite no 'blood'
to all thugs
I retire

rather
be mired
ad-
my bad
add
thee
admired

to "ak is from now on only (thee admired) writer"

but i'm bullshittin though

let it be known to all that witnessed
one of the greats fall face
& lose his wisdom
while slack jaws awed
my escape felt like a routine
i seldom rehearse.







peace.
~~~~~~~~~

my hard head makes me learn shit the hard way - t.i.

my greatest enemy is my inner me - lupe fiasco

feelin like end of the night at a night club,
saw i was runnin out of ideas and changed the light bulb;
finger to a socket lumination for a narrow path,
possible as limitin auto bio to paragraph:
vexing process like refryin - alignin purpose,
*smh* like you couldn't get it right time first;
picture nine burst as an eardrum - consider that a gift,
don't comprehend my written manuscript - check your wrist:
or the writin on the wall - no stall humor at all,
in fact - i'm on track to bring resolve to every human flaw;
funky as mouthbreathers' fumin jaw,
y'all makin that foofaraw - i'm incurable whooping cough *and* ruminal:
wit witty wit sharp as the teeth along a movin saw,
anomaly to rhymers who spittin no truth at all;
a juggernaut my runnin start would take me through a wall,
you climb a ladder of "suck best" onto a roof and fall: _____________