Couldn't Have Said It Better.

Some verses do a lot more than just give you lyrics to listen to. I think one of the reasons people love music as much as they do, is because at times there really aren't any words you can come up with to describe a type of feeling or emotion that you are having. Until you hear that verse that puts it all together for you in a matter of seconds. This is that verse for me, just a few bars of it though...........



Joe Budden, Ordinary Love S**t Part 1


I just chunk Deuces.

My skin will turn numb, and you’ll be stuck with what your truth is.

Then you’ll feel a way thinking, "I should have resisted."

Then you’ll start to see a side of me
you never knew existed.

Cause you’ve never seen me act like a jerk,

I know women will provoke you and get mad when it works.

Rather reserved, and that always makes matters the worst.

Cause I go on about my business and not act like it hurts. But wait!

It’s to the point I gotta ask myself
"Why the f-ck is it so easy to detach myself?"

Maybe it aint you, just something I lack myself.

But if these wounds are self inflicted I can patch myself..........

My Reality Is Your Nightmare.

March 2006



I see guns everyday, shots come my way
"be careful", they say! But this is reality....

Niggas don't know whats going on,
If they ain't been in the hood too long,
And we don't think nothing is wrong.
Cause this is reality...

Hating a nigga cuz he grew up on a different street as you
Acting like his heart pump to a different beat than you
And it ain't no head ups you gotta tramp treat him too!!!
But hey, thas reality right?

Man fucc cops too!!
Suppose to be there to help us but they bust shots too.
Arrive late to crime scenes and try to harrass you?? "Nigga, I'm the one who called you!!!"
FUCC REALITY!!!

So what do we do?

We dream....
Dream that we'd make it out the hood.... We dream of higher learning, One day leaving behind these fucc'd up ass school systems who's only in it for the money anyway... We dream of one day giving bacc to our mom and dad everything that they've provided for us, until it's their time to leave and we bury them.... We dream.... And we dream.... And we dream.... And we dream....Until.... Reality kicks back in..... R.I.P. Anthony Fontane A.K.A. Flirt.... Bobby C. Thomas..... Marquise C. Alexander... Nahum, and everyone else who we've lost over the years, 50+...

And it begins.....

This will be just a chip or the iceberg, as far as letting you into my thoughts/world. But it's a lot better than nothing, trust. So what you get from me will be whatever I'm feeling at the time. Some days I may contradict myself, some days I may be on point, other days I may be so far off that no one will even know what I'm talking about. But it's me! So here I go.... I'm gonna start with the last poem I ever completed. A piece from 5 years ago. A bit immature & angry, but me for sure. Enjoy me.