Ursula and a "...happy.." piece of poetry would definitely be something different. I believe the poems she writes are suppose to be deep and emotional((...almost scary)), so that the listener is taking in to her world.

"...She pimps her innocence as second one demands entrance, in to the back door, bind over 'b---h, you know this is what you were born for!"
--Ursula Rucker "The Unlocking"

...Her spoken word poetry is fierce. It's meant to make a stand, or for a social, political form of awareness((..sex, drug dealing, brutality)) ! So much depth is placed inside her poetry, her voice is really soothing. So soothing that when she speaks her poetry, it comes off as being really heart felt or emotional, some what "...scary"!

"...I'm the modern day vixen vampire slayer, unauthorized player, in the capitolist contest to see who get's money.."
--Ursula Rucker "The Adventures In Wonderland"

"...Plunge deep into religion was my first decision, to save me and my daughters lives, but I can't trive off spirit and scripture, the picture grew clearer, I made the move to rear her in a life wanting for nothing, so I got into this drug thing, not doing but dealing.."
--Ursula Rucker "The Adventures In Wonderland"

She really takes you with her in her poems.

"Still the good mother, I sent my daughter off to boarding school, to keep s--- undercover, all the while envisioning myself a champion of ghetto causes, 'cause this game I was playing, and winning, while sinning against myself and soul to get the gold.."
--Ursula Rucker "The Adventures In Wonderland"

She is an excellent poet. Can't wait for the album to drop!


--Talib Kweli

"Ya'll Stay Up"

Chorus:
every second of
every minute of
every hour of
every day of
my life
I stayed plugged and away from fake thugs
celebrate
make love
Ya'll STAY UP

Verse 1:
My people rise we immune to the evil eye
we in the times when mosquito bites make people die
birds falling out the sky from the pesticides
we survive with no time for the wonder why
get high, get fly, get wonderful
rock earth tones, language is colorful
walking light with the big sticks through the night
find a beautiful life through usual strife
we throw change-ups
now it's time to switch the game up
Brooklyn lick-shot
let the heaters spit the flame up
mentioning those who came up
always bringing Kweli name up
we off the hook
these other cats got hang ups

Chorus

Verse 2:
people came from fourty acres and a cheap mule
none of what we do
is smoke blunts, drink forties, get paper and keep to
crews carry out justice with street rules
keep what they need to, pay deep dues to heap few
murder machines
designer jeans we bleed through
he weak fools in the elite few are see-through
you peep who's fake if your eyes are keen to reality
you see who cling to the mind state of fallacy
they can't face the tragedy of spiritual depravity
ya'll see the situation but you don't know the gravity
I mastered the response by following the calling
the light shining behind me casting shadows on the fallen four
every second of the night we wrecking clubs
getting people's hands up above
get respect and love worldwide
international, son of the black national
and pan-african coming back again over soul beats
pack heat like the sunshine
hold beef for one time
no peace ever since justice become blind
that bitch act like she can't see what we been through
I bitch-slap mics, raise my voice and continue like that

Chorus

Verse 3:
rocking and shocking the house
Youngblood brass band
hot and we knocking them hot
Kweli from Brooklyn and we
drop from the top to the south
so what now?
Showing you all what it's all about
in the language of those that blast before they talk it out


R.I.P
Mrs. Velma Redd(2001)
((...My dearly Departed Grand Mother))

"...What about Peace?.....Peace! Peace! Peace!"
~The R

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