Tuesday, July 27, 2010

There is no elevator to success so take the stairs

There is no elevator to success so take the stairs
how many stories will it take to be aware
It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog
Also it's whether or not the dog is female, life can be that way sometimes
Keep it 100, gill should buy Elliot a candy bar and some popcorn
DJ Red light has no game, but he keeps it poppin
If DJ Red light has a finger up your butt, it's time to stop talking
The destination don't matter just keep walking
And remember to skip sometimes... yeah
Celebrate good times... come on
Think rather cheekily, and a delicious dollop of irony and everyone can be great
Live in the now, don't dwell on what was
Write your own history ending each paragraph with a semi colon and right parenthesis
If chicken and biscuits didn't exist
I mean dang, Then this poem wouldn't even make sense
There's only one you, no one can do it better
you make success, success don't make you
all you have is yourself and your dreams
and thats the best team... so give thanks
go head and get rich, but happiness diesn't live in the bank
No use fighting when there's nothing to defend
I Don't have a penis but me and my girlfriend have enough toys to pretend
Cause you hold the power to break or to bend
We don't have to follow every trend
Because the ones that stay true have no time to spend
Reverse Psychology Got 'em scared to say when things are whack
For fear of being called a Hater... imagine that
Please, someone Do me a huge favor and hate these
When I was a child I used to pray for a new bike every night.
Then I realized that God doesn't work that way.
So, I stole one and prayed for forgiveness.
These day I don't know which direction to ride in
taking wrong turns is sometimes exciting
Cruising down the streets no brakes all pedal
Taking life in hand, riding towards the sky hoping to become the solar wind
When I was young, someone stole my bike
To that Person: I hope there is an earthquake, next time you are in the process of shaving your genitals... peace

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Guns don't kill people

Guns don't kill people
The finger that pulls the trigger does
Bullets flying into the masses
Masks and facades blown clean away
back into the shadows, where backs are turned black
Till the train of thought put you back on track
bullets are accompanied with teardrops, falling in the rhythm of hiphop
form like conception in triple darkness
grown through cracks in concrete banners
but some get lost under the pavement
so live everyday like it is your last
not letting one minute or second pass
look towards the approaching moments
without losing the beauty of this one
make sure your success is cooked, well done
...I like cookies
I haven't read any of this poem
So I have no idea what its about
the only Idea I have is that man is only as powerful as the idea behind him

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

I wish I could give it back

I wish I could give it back
To when it was new
Rewind then fast forward back inside of you...
Mother earth
Uncover the truth, when reality lied
only to find there's pie in the sky
or you only wish it was
Here is where I stay...  at the summit of truth
Let's take the "rut" out of Truth
I mean after all there's nothing else to do
Or how about lets make it new
Give back Pokemon and revisit the Smurfs and Carebears?
But damn the Carebears, cause who really cares
It was Yo Joe!!
The real American heroes taught me that knowing was half the battle
...the other half was lasers
I'm not really sure what this poem is about
I wanna give back every Lil Wayne song
But there's some lil Wayne songs that are... well... naw, never mind
Proceed in Giving back all Lil Wayne songs
but let's get back to what we love
Recycle the earth
Let's give the forests back its trees
And just burn the weeds
4 realz
I'd give back you silly iPhone users
beacause I really don't want mine anymore
I'd give back drugs, cause its killing us!
Plus crack sells in filling us with greed
I wanna Give back Christ... because we don't deserve him
I wanna give the apple back to the tree
I would give back my pain
Request a full refund or better yet exchange it for ignorance vouchers
Then slang them to the rednecks who voted for bush the second time