I see this plate sitting in front of me. I see it’s piled high; a proverbial feast. But I’m not ready to eat. I can remember the standing ovation I received the first time I decided to read. It was like the words I put on paper were finally set free. And it felt good to me. But then I started to eat, started to get a bit cocky. One day when I sat down I noticed the food changed me and how I look. I saw my reflection, was kinda shook. I wanted to write something but couldn’t find my book. Then the thought occurred... I was getting full off my own words. I was eating a lil too good and not rhyming like I knew I could. So the applause started to die away, it was no more food left so I started to lose weight. So I just started back from the gate. Went back to the notebook and started to spit. And out of nowhere came that plate made for me. But this time I was smart; I decided not to eat. I said fuck it, I’ma stay hungry. I can’t sleep, just stay on my grind, expressing my mind with these rhymes. I don’t ever wanna get cocky and full again. Just feed me a piece of paper and a pen.
People...do not believe there can be tears between men. They think we are only playing at a game and that we do it to shock them. James Baldwin
1. "RE: Lemme Stay Hungry" In response to Reply # 0
This is a nice concept, for real. But I'm hungry right now n I'ma make myself some eggs.
The way u write its' like- "ahh, that don' fit nothin, it's not gon work on the mic" but it does... I guess it's a lil unconventional, but hey... it works.
2. "I miss the hungry years..." In response to Reply # 0
well, no, I hope I miss them someday. But maybe it's better if if they don't end. ------------------------------ Something like Eldridge Cleaver meets John Lennon
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