Sorry if this is a lil mean but SOME bitches WILL take you there! With that said...ENJOY!
There is one of the type in every bunch... bitch quick to trade pussy for a Mickey D lunch. The man with her is only satisfied cause he got up in her guts....while his wife sits and waits at home... he picking off the fleas for laying up with a mutt. She travels home ass wet dripping... thinking she got a nigga at his best. When he only spent 5.00 and supersized it and his "Wifey" gets the rest. Oh how it must feel ....to be in love with a man that don't even want you for real. He probably told you he did but you know the story..... L-egs O-pen V-ery E-asy and at the family reunion the Misses gets all the glory. You lust for the dude in the worst way.... but it ain't you he loving up on the holidays. Your womb cries out for his baby.... but his baby grows in the stomach of the woman he loves.... are you the runner up....HELL no... not even a slight maybe. He calls you on the sneak...... notice when he is with her the call goes straight to voice mail.... he ain't gone speak. But he got you believing for every time you swallow his nut, that he getting closer to to leaving her.... but if you can get milk free why buy the cow... leave the woman that he loves for what. You get bored and wanna play some high school shit on the phone, which tells the truth of how you need to get a man of your own.... I know you tired of rolling over in the bed alone. Trying to break up that mans happy home.... thinking without her he will run to you. But just think about it.......he might have another trick on the side just like you. Why does all of the ho ho ho's act up round Christmas without fail. Wondering what the wife got when all you got was an e mail...... Bitches funny for real, pussy don't keep a man, he can pay another chick five dollars to get his dick sucked and man if he hungry there's always the dollar menu. So bitch what makes you think, that there is something so special bout you. You probably thinking who the fuck is this bitch to talk about me???? I'm the one you hating on sweety, the one you wanna be... let me spell it out for you... W ummmmm Wifey!!!! Oh yeah thanks again for slobbing on his knob..... girl my head hurt like hell last night I wasn't up for the job! If it wasn't for low life bitches like you, I'd have to work just a little mo' to guarantee me that paycheck.... so I pay homage to you "SIDELINE HO"
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Perception
Best thing since slice bread…….freedom of speech….your freedom to have a an opinion…our freedom to see….our own understanding in any situation….transparent through personal recollections….its truly a beautiful thing…..the power of perception….is a gun really a weapon….or is the owner the real culprit…isn't it true that the gun only reacts to the actions of whomever pulled it….as the bullet leaves the chamber from that of which it's bucked….becoming burdened with evil intentions…as it changes tides with lady luck…migrating in and then out of the human flesh…only then does it Fuck!....with the life of the intended target….making a victim from which it struck….and if anything used to injure….defect…or destroy…is how the word "weapon" is defined…than I'd say that the real weapon is no more than the human mind….feeling like the Legend Mr. Smith….as I single-handedly...try to decipher…a word that's no longer black nor white…where people only see the faults of others…as if their wrongdoings had a justifiable means of being right…sort-a-like…where night is day…but day is no longer bright….like when the moon overtakes the sun….and gets eclipsed by the light….it's only my personal opinion….and I don't mean to be scrooge….but I'm sure that I differ from how Christmas is normally viewed…are we so blind to the fact…..that we can no longer see the right-a-way…celebrating a time of misguided happiness…that originated from a pagan holiday….where men sleeping with men was the only thing received on the 25th…..and they gave their wives black eyes…and bruised bodies….is that considered a gift?….when was He born?...no one is 100% sure of this….but if you believe the Bible…then You too….should see a conflict of interest….Cuz wouldn't most argue that his birth is the real reason they even celebrate Christmas….and I don't mean to preach but that same book….says otherwise….evident from the Sheppard's who saw the angels announcing his birth with there own eyes….which lays claim to the fact that chances are he wasn't born during December….being as though the Sheppard's and their flock wouldn't be present during the Palestinian winters….segregation between our personal beliefs and what we physically see…lie the trick…truthfully I'd never thought I'd see the day where Jesus had to compete with the falsehood of ol' St. Nick….most kids don't care about Jesus' birthday…so long as Santa Claus shows…..and I don't have to go on about something…most people who celebrate the holiday….already know….and as 2008 approaches…….I hope the worlds New Years revolution…..is to have a better moment of clarity….a hi-def resolution….cause if something so simple as the truth…people still neglect to see….than I couldn't begin to imagine…what people think when they see me….can they really see my intelligence….hidden by du'rags and fitted caps…..a personal professionalism…hidden by baggy clothes and eight tatts….a love that rivals my mothers….with a hate that rivals Satan….confidence shadowed by a playful conceitedness….that could never be shaken….a track record of personal accomplishments…that one could never rescind….a determination towards self –empowerment…that could even rival revenge…remembering….if nothing else….to remain as humble as I can….noting the fact that even Jesus himself…washed the feet of another man….praying all-the-while that my humility isn't taken for weakness…but rather uniqueness…..knowing that through some extent…some One will respect me for my meekness….and if not…than I'd wish nothing more than to just fade-away….agreeing with Mary J….that invisibility would be great….realizing that perception is how people choose to view the world around them….being no more than an extension of our beliefs and our opinions….as a pessimist and an optimist view an object…over a time considered lengthy…..as they truly try to decide whether that cup….is half full….or half empty - Syncere
If you haven't read the bible in a while….check out Luke 2:8-11…and read it for yourselves
I'd like to thank everybody for taking the time out of their day to read such a long poem….special thanks goes out to Nae-Nae, Butta, and Brittany…for keeping my blog on and poppin….while I was somewhat down-and-out….I really do appreciate that….and to everyone who kept up with all my work…especially Kerri, and Brandy…more to come very soon….I promise!
If you haven't read the bible in a while….check out Luke 2:8-11…and read it for yourselves
I'd like to thank everybody for taking the time out of their day to read such a long poem….special thanks goes out to Nae-Nae, Butta, and Brittany…for keeping my blog on and poppin….while I was somewhat down-and-out….I really do appreciate that….and to everyone who kept up with all my work…especially Kerri, and Brandy…more to come very soon….I promise!
A Forbidden Taste!
It started with a taste, with enough potential to make me delirious
Watching myself indulge as if I was witnessing an outer–body experience
Trying to understand the addiction between my lips and her skin
Living for the moment, never once regretting, what is now considered a Syn
And even when my lips aren't amongst hers, I'm contemplating on the next time they can be
Forgetting the fact that I should probably stay away as if she was my worst enemy
But if that saying holds true, than I wouldn't move her any further than arms reach
Cause her being any closer, would mean a lethal attachment, to that of a leech
Knowing the consequences can be catastrophic for even the slightest indulgence, such as a kiss
Also knowing that the absence of her presence makes such a taste worth the risk
And so I align myself with the guilt of knowing my first mind I've betrayed
No longer resembling the perfect man, that up until this point, I have portrayed
Realizing that I can never truly have her as I would want, much to my dismay
Being as though, from head to toe, her body could reflect the perfect entrée
And yet its like putting your favorite food in front of you and being asked not to feed
Still I stand there sniffing; hoping her smell alone could fulfill a small proportion of my needs
And even then, I couldn't imagine another smell more enchanting
Like a venom potent enough to extinguish my life, and yet my life I am chancing
Not sure how long I can manage with a taste smaller than a common sample
Understanding Eve's plight, risking eternity for no more than a mere bite from a rotten apple
Rotten in the sense that it should've been unwanted, rather than admired
Being filled with enough desire to not only want, but need to be inside her
Never accepting the fact that to one, such as herself, I should say no more than "Good Ridding"
Accepting the fact that I am addicted to a taste that remains……….Forbidden - Syncere
This poem is actually old......i just never put in on here....so here it is....enjoy!
Watching myself indulge as if I was witnessing an outer–body experience
Trying to understand the addiction between my lips and her skin
Living for the moment, never once regretting, what is now considered a Syn
And even when my lips aren't amongst hers, I'm contemplating on the next time they can be
Forgetting the fact that I should probably stay away as if she was my worst enemy
But if that saying holds true, than I wouldn't move her any further than arms reach
Cause her being any closer, would mean a lethal attachment, to that of a leech
Knowing the consequences can be catastrophic for even the slightest indulgence, such as a kiss
Also knowing that the absence of her presence makes such a taste worth the risk
And so I align myself with the guilt of knowing my first mind I've betrayed
No longer resembling the perfect man, that up until this point, I have portrayed
Realizing that I can never truly have her as I would want, much to my dismay
Being as though, from head to toe, her body could reflect the perfect entrée
And yet its like putting your favorite food in front of you and being asked not to feed
Still I stand there sniffing; hoping her smell alone could fulfill a small proportion of my needs
And even then, I couldn't imagine another smell more enchanting
Like a venom potent enough to extinguish my life, and yet my life I am chancing
Not sure how long I can manage with a taste smaller than a common sample
Understanding Eve's plight, risking eternity for no more than a mere bite from a rotten apple
Rotten in the sense that it should've been unwanted, rather than admired
Being filled with enough desire to not only want, but need to be inside her
Never accepting the fact that to one, such as herself, I should say no more than "Good Ridding"
Accepting the fact that I am addicted to a taste that remains……….Forbidden - Syncere
This poem is actually old......i just never put in on here....so here it is....enjoy!
Friday, December 7, 2007
Diary of a "FEEN"
Life is hard out here. Ain't got no job.... struggling to make ends meet on welfare. I want to tell you my story it starts about ten years ago.....
I was out partying with my best friend Linda and her old man Joe. We were sitting around playing cards sip'n on some ol' knotty head. Joe, spoke - never in my life will I ever forget the words that he said. He said, hey Barbara you down to try something new? I shook my head in agreement, never knowing what I was getting myself into. He went into the room and came back out with a pipe. I was down with that, thought we was gone smoke some reefa right.He pulled from his pockets a few plastic vials. I was still thinking it was grass... shit I aint smoke in awhile. He begins to dump the contents on a plate. The look of greed in Linda's eyes told me, this wasn't a first for her, and she couldnt wait. He sparks it up and tells me to hit it first. So I inhale real deep, let the smoke go - followed by a shot of gin to quench my thirst. I sat in wait trying to decide what this shit was about. A lil paranoid, I'd say but not even close to turned out. From that day we made it our high of choice, an add on to our fun. It was all good until that shit got me on the run. The high didnt last that long. I was out chasing on that next hit real strong. When the money ran out I started selling my shit. Nothing mattered cept that next blast... that next hit. Just when I thought I hit rock bottom - had nothing left. I started turning tricks... and a little petty theft. I lost everything my apartment, my sense of self.. so low down... I prayed for the cops to bust me. I went to Linda for a place to stay, only to get hit with the knob in my ass, cause get this... Joe didn't trust me!!! Out there on my own. Abadoned by my family, lost and alone. After a night of turning tricks...sucking dick, I ran to to the ER cause a bitch was sick. I sat there eight hours.. mad as hell.. straight hell bent. Then the doctor had the audacity to tell me, I was 3 months pregnant. I cried, like a baby unaware of what to do. I am out here smoking this shit, and my baby is addicted to. I cant claim a father, it could have been anyone,, and happened on any given day or night. I wasn't fucking to feel good.. I wanted my fix, I know it doesnt make no more right. But here I sit in the ER cracked out knocked up , no money and no place to stay. I resort to walking the streets all night, and shacking up in someones alleyway. Time started to fly after that.... and before I knew it, it was time to have my son. I was happy in a sense cause he was my first one. But all hell broke lose right after that, he was found to be addicted to CRACK. DYFS stepped in.. Im alone again, I want my baby back. I checked myself into the nearest roach motel. Hey they call it a shelter but I cant tell. I found a job, while running from getting high. I needed to be clean to get my son back, so I atleast had to try. Six months later, urine negative of any narcotic, barbituates, opiates or alcohol. I was coming for my baby, I left it all. I was able to get an apartment with the help of my Dyfs worker. I'd probably be back on the streets if it werent for her. I went down to the supermarket, me and my baby. I saw someone who looked just like Linda, but I thought I dont know that lady. Til she walked up to me like we were still so tight. Talking that hey Barb shit, asking ME for a place to stay for the night. Unlike her, I didnt turn my back. Its my belief that people are still human, on or off crack. Long story short she robbed me blind. Probably the same shit I would have done to her and Joe when I was in that state of mind...... I didnt sweat it shit was going alright for me. Until one night, I needed a break and decided to go out and party. I took one drink, and got brave enoough to think one hit aint gonna hurt, I did this shit before... hmpf how you gonna tell me. One night, one hit and it was on again. My house became the place to be..... crowded day and night with my so called friends....... I might not need to tell you what happened next, for some strange reason my job stopped giving me checks. They aint saying a mother fuckin thang.... so I went down to welfare. They sent me a check for three twwenty, and some food stamps.....shiiit its money I didnt care...... Well all of that leads up to this very day, its the first of the month... and a mothers bout to get her pay. I will talk to you soon, I got more to tell right after this blast. or maybe somewhere in between. I am loving getting high, dont matter who's supply.... Im a crackhead... and this is the Diary of a Feen
I was out partying with my best friend Linda and her old man Joe. We were sitting around playing cards sip'n on some ol' knotty head. Joe, spoke - never in my life will I ever forget the words that he said. He said, hey Barbara you down to try something new? I shook my head in agreement, never knowing what I was getting myself into. He went into the room and came back out with a pipe. I was down with that, thought we was gone smoke some reefa right.He pulled from his pockets a few plastic vials. I was still thinking it was grass... shit I aint smoke in awhile. He begins to dump the contents on a plate. The look of greed in Linda's eyes told me, this wasn't a first for her, and she couldnt wait. He sparks it up and tells me to hit it first. So I inhale real deep, let the smoke go - followed by a shot of gin to quench my thirst. I sat in wait trying to decide what this shit was about. A lil paranoid, I'd say but not even close to turned out. From that day we made it our high of choice, an add on to our fun. It was all good until that shit got me on the run. The high didnt last that long. I was out chasing on that next hit real strong. When the money ran out I started selling my shit. Nothing mattered cept that next blast... that next hit. Just when I thought I hit rock bottom - had nothing left. I started turning tricks... and a little petty theft. I lost everything my apartment, my sense of self.. so low down... I prayed for the cops to bust me. I went to Linda for a place to stay, only to get hit with the knob in my ass, cause get this... Joe didn't trust me!!! Out there on my own. Abadoned by my family, lost and alone. After a night of turning tricks...sucking dick, I ran to to the ER cause a bitch was sick. I sat there eight hours.. mad as hell.. straight hell bent. Then the doctor had the audacity to tell me, I was 3 months pregnant. I cried, like a baby unaware of what to do. I am out here smoking this shit, and my baby is addicted to. I cant claim a father, it could have been anyone,, and happened on any given day or night. I wasn't fucking to feel good.. I wanted my fix, I know it doesnt make no more right. But here I sit in the ER cracked out knocked up , no money and no place to stay. I resort to walking the streets all night, and shacking up in someones alleyway. Time started to fly after that.... and before I knew it, it was time to have my son. I was happy in a sense cause he was my first one. But all hell broke lose right after that, he was found to be addicted to CRACK. DYFS stepped in.. Im alone again, I want my baby back. I checked myself into the nearest roach motel. Hey they call it a shelter but I cant tell. I found a job, while running from getting high. I needed to be clean to get my son back, so I atleast had to try. Six months later, urine negative of any narcotic, barbituates, opiates or alcohol. I was coming for my baby, I left it all. I was able to get an apartment with the help of my Dyfs worker. I'd probably be back on the streets if it werent for her. I went down to the supermarket, me and my baby. I saw someone who looked just like Linda, but I thought I dont know that lady. Til she walked up to me like we were still so tight. Talking that hey Barb shit, asking ME for a place to stay for the night. Unlike her, I didnt turn my back. Its my belief that people are still human, on or off crack. Long story short she robbed me blind. Probably the same shit I would have done to her and Joe when I was in that state of mind...... I didnt sweat it shit was going alright for me. Until one night, I needed a break and decided to go out and party. I took one drink, and got brave enoough to think one hit aint gonna hurt, I did this shit before... hmpf how you gonna tell me. One night, one hit and it was on again. My house became the place to be..... crowded day and night with my so called friends....... I might not need to tell you what happened next, for some strange reason my job stopped giving me checks. They aint saying a mother fuckin thang.... so I went down to welfare. They sent me a check for three twwenty, and some food stamps.....shiiit its money I didnt care...... Well all of that leads up to this very day, its the first of the month... and a mothers bout to get her pay. I will talk to you soon, I got more to tell right after this blast. or maybe somewhere in between. I am loving getting high, dont matter who's supply.... Im a crackhead... and this is the Diary of a Feen
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
SORRY????
Every time sorry crossed your lips, I waited for the next time you would disrespect me. But I let time settle my nerves never thinking about how this was going to affect me. So I carried the burden, my heart so heavy. I tried to forgive but my thoughts wouldn't let me. I can't count the times I have heard the words I'm sorry, truth is...at some point sorry won't be enough to make good. Sorry won't make every wrong right...sorry never promises to put trust back... sorry won't rekindle that ounce of love loss...sorry doesn't stand for the misunderstood...
Think back to when love was new, the things you said that you would never do? You said you would never hurt me, you said you would never lie...I deemed that as bull from the first time you made me cry. Sorry was there then too...taunting me with untruths and I decided to still love you. You took a piece of me every time you mistreated me...you made my heart numb... And now I can't trust you no further than I can smell you...and you wonder how come????
I tried to be what you needed...I sacrificed for you....You asked me to change...I became someone I'm not, and you mistreated her too. What could you have wanted from me...what could I have done...how could I have stood out as your special "One". You got me thinking back now...stupid written all over my face. Scarred into my soul so deep...time can't erase.
What can you say now but "Sorry"...sorry won't heal these salted wounds. Sorry won't dry the fountain of tears...as I drown on the inside...the whispher in my voice never to resound!!! Sorry that I can't forgive you because my heart has lost its generosity...sorry when I cared for you... you didnt know how to love me...SORRY!
Love means never having to say your sorry??? While that being absurd in my mind...cause nobody's perfect...Sorry will not always be enough. Like I tell my son...If you don't right the first time...there is no need for sorry later. Don't be sorry...If you love someone don't let sorry be the biggest words in your relationship...it runs out...and at some point sorry is not gonna be enough...think about it...
Think back to when love was new, the things you said that you would never do? You said you would never hurt me, you said you would never lie...I deemed that as bull from the first time you made me cry. Sorry was there then too...taunting me with untruths and I decided to still love you. You took a piece of me every time you mistreated me...you made my heart numb... And now I can't trust you no further than I can smell you...and you wonder how come????
I tried to be what you needed...I sacrificed for you....You asked me to change...I became someone I'm not, and you mistreated her too. What could you have wanted from me...what could I have done...how could I have stood out as your special "One". You got me thinking back now...stupid written all over my face. Scarred into my soul so deep...time can't erase.
What can you say now but "Sorry"...sorry won't heal these salted wounds. Sorry won't dry the fountain of tears...as I drown on the inside...the whispher in my voice never to resound!!! Sorry that I can't forgive you because my heart has lost its generosity...sorry when I cared for you... you didnt know how to love me...SORRY!
Love means never having to say your sorry??? While that being absurd in my mind...cause nobody's perfect...Sorry will not always be enough. Like I tell my son...If you don't right the first time...there is no need for sorry later. Don't be sorry...If you love someone don't let sorry be the biggest words in your relationship...it runs out...and at some point sorry is not gonna be enough...think about it...
REDRUM
Here's a lil something I wrote some months ago...and like about 50% of my poems...THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO ME! NOT SUICIDAL, PEOPLES! lol With that said, ENJOY...
I walk into the light feeling an emotion so divine. At ease with myself, unsure of my state of mind. This place I can't decipher...It could be my heaven or my descent into hell. Here alone no signs of inhibitants, again I wonder where I am, so I continue into the light fearing the worst but only time can tell. Am I breathing? I place my hand across my heart. There is no rythm, I motion to scream for help, hearing no sound when my lips part. Could it be? Was fate really this unkind to me? I fall to my knees begging God to answer me...but the silence of the dead was even louder than my pleas. Accepting the fact that I am dead, I remember my child and how he must feel. To know that anger lead him at one time or another to wish me dead and to wake and find it is real. Who could have done this or did I die by natural cause. What took my last breath and brought my life to a pause??? Pictures of a different time, flashed in the corners of my mind. A smile, a feeling of comfort, a smell, the face of someone that I knew all to well. Then it all came rushing back in a vision vivid as hell...for better words plain to see. I died of a broken heart, it was love that murdered me!! I remembered that night clearly when he walked out the door, he told me stay away...he didnt love me no more. But I thought I had dealt with it...I thought I was ok. I told him I wouldn't breath without him, but I never thought I would pass away. Then another vision came...my body shivered...I lost my will. There on the dresser by my bed... iquor and sleeping pills!!! Then I begin to recognize the place. From a fear that now has a face. Im alone, MY OWN personal hell! Murdered by love... and no one to tell!!
I walk into the light feeling an emotion so divine. At ease with myself, unsure of my state of mind. This place I can't decipher...It could be my heaven or my descent into hell. Here alone no signs of inhibitants, again I wonder where I am, so I continue into the light fearing the worst but only time can tell. Am I breathing? I place my hand across my heart. There is no rythm, I motion to scream for help, hearing no sound when my lips part. Could it be? Was fate really this unkind to me? I fall to my knees begging God to answer me...but the silence of the dead was even louder than my pleas. Accepting the fact that I am dead, I remember my child and how he must feel. To know that anger lead him at one time or another to wish me dead and to wake and find it is real. Who could have done this or did I die by natural cause. What took my last breath and brought my life to a pause??? Pictures of a different time, flashed in the corners of my mind. A smile, a feeling of comfort, a smell, the face of someone that I knew all to well. Then it all came rushing back in a vision vivid as hell...for better words plain to see. I died of a broken heart, it was love that murdered me!! I remembered that night clearly when he walked out the door, he told me stay away...he didnt love me no more. But I thought I had dealt with it...I thought I was ok. I told him I wouldn't breath without him, but I never thought I would pass away. Then another vision came...my body shivered...I lost my will. There on the dresser by my bed... iquor and sleeping pills!!! Then I begin to recognize the place. From a fear that now has a face. Im alone, MY OWN personal hell! Murdered by love... and no one to tell!!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
S.T.D. (Stop The Drugs)
How come close can I whisper in your ear?
Let you know my life, my love, even my fears
Enter my world penetrate my mind
Dig deep until you find
Find what makes me laugh, what makes me cry
Listen close to the flashbacks that caused my insides to die
Boom-Boom, Boom- Boom, two heartbeats sound
Screams, cries, ring the alarm, I’m free no longer bound
Look down here I am hello to you all
Welcome to the ups, the downs, the slips and the falls
Hush little baby don’t say a word
You can quiet but my voice will be heard
Snake like my bite is venom and my moves are swift
So don’t try me or you will get bit
Type A, Type B, I’m type A at its worst
Blessed with creativity stress is my curse
I’m ADHD constantly on the go
Focus I can’t my mind’s constantly on the go
1-2-3 months damn time flies
1-2-3 men in that time go bye
No baby it’s not you it’s me is what I say
I may love you tomorrow just not today
So yea I can’t fathom monogamy does that make me bad?
If it does 2 words, so sad
Yea I have anger issues what do you want me to do?
I fight, I scream, I yell, the hell with the boo-who
Hate it or love it I often erupt in anger for no reason
But like a bipolar individual it comes and goes quicker than a season
And when change comes love is there
I love harder that anyone could ever dare
Hush little baby don’t say a word
You can quiet but my voice will be heard
Snake like my bite is venom and my moves are swift
So don’t try me or you will get bit
Problem child, Problem child, feed me drugs make me a statistic
Take your medicine before you go ballistic
Blasphemy release these restrains from me at once
Let my creativity explore and let me hunt
For I am music because music is me
Its beats are my path, they are my journey
Its melody is the pace, the pace of my flow
Its lyrics are my guide it’s all I know
Because when I was alone words were all I had
And from that a marriage was formed with my pen and my pad
They knew my pains, my laughs and my fears
And from my pen bleed my tears
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Fuck that I need to be heard
Counsel me all you want, feed me pills
You can try all you want but you can’t stop what is my will
My heart is my life
My music is my love
My anger is my fear
And once the drugs came my insides died because life, love and fear were no longer near
Let you know my life, my love, even my fears
Enter my world penetrate my mind
Dig deep until you find
Find what makes me laugh, what makes me cry
Listen close to the flashbacks that caused my insides to die
Boom-Boom, Boom- Boom, two heartbeats sound
Screams, cries, ring the alarm, I’m free no longer bound
Look down here I am hello to you all
Welcome to the ups, the downs, the slips and the falls
Hush little baby don’t say a word
You can quiet but my voice will be heard
Snake like my bite is venom and my moves are swift
So don’t try me or you will get bit
Type A, Type B, I’m type A at its worst
Blessed with creativity stress is my curse
I’m ADHD constantly on the go
Focus I can’t my mind’s constantly on the go
1-2-3 months damn time flies
1-2-3 men in that time go bye
No baby it’s not you it’s me is what I say
I may love you tomorrow just not today
So yea I can’t fathom monogamy does that make me bad?
If it does 2 words, so sad
Yea I have anger issues what do you want me to do?
I fight, I scream, I yell, the hell with the boo-who
Hate it or love it I often erupt in anger for no reason
But like a bipolar individual it comes and goes quicker than a season
And when change comes love is there
I love harder that anyone could ever dare
Hush little baby don’t say a word
You can quiet but my voice will be heard
Snake like my bite is venom and my moves are swift
So don’t try me or you will get bit
Problem child, Problem child, feed me drugs make me a statistic
Take your medicine before you go ballistic
Blasphemy release these restrains from me at once
Let my creativity explore and let me hunt
For I am music because music is me
Its beats are my path, they are my journey
Its melody is the pace, the pace of my flow
Its lyrics are my guide it’s all I know
Because when I was alone words were all I had
And from that a marriage was formed with my pen and my pad
They knew my pains, my laughs and my fears
And from my pen bleed my tears
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Fuck that I need to be heard
Counsel me all you want, feed me pills
You can try all you want but you can’t stop what is my will
My heart is my life
My music is my love
My anger is my fear
And once the drugs came my insides died because life, love and fear were no longer near
Sunday, December 2, 2007
DIARY OF A BITCH!!!
HEY I'VE DONE THE DIARY OF A CRACK HEAD, PIMPSTRESS(posted), GLAMOUR CHICK.... BUT MAN, A BITCH IS A BITCH.... LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT ALL PLAYS OUT.
She wakes up in the morning scheming, the kids screaming...looking for a way out. Thinking a nigga, who's a lil bigga gon' bail her ass out...hmpf she must be dreaming. Kids off to school time to get dressed, calling Tyrone...he doesn't pick up so she gives it a rest. Nothing to do all day, fuck the dishes...so she holla's at her chics Keisha and Nay Nay. They bring the coronas and a smoked off blunt...half way high they go on the hunt. Bitch need a new pair of shoes, so she calls baby daddy...hittin him up to pay his dues. He know that chic better, she tryna ride him for pampers...while she lays up when the kids in school. She gets mad, cuz he on her like ice to a cup....he puts her shit out there, so she puts the dial in the closet, and hangs the fuck up. What to do next...except act like the the tramp she is and trade money for sex. And she pretends, like no one's on to her trend...she's a good girl, still, with a wicked ass rep. Styling like a model, knowing all the while...she ain't even good enough for a mama to accept. Chics behind her, mo' bitches to have her back, and what are they good for...absolutely jack. Telling her shit like girl he ugly but dis nigga got big time money...So you gettin dressed to get dissed cause he ain't got nothing but dick for you honey!!! So she goes on making this shit a full time life, cant get a real nigga to deal with her cause everyone knows she triph!!!! Tight ass skirts and curves that kill, can't get a job cause dick sucking is her only skill!!! At a point she develops that attitude that says I don't give a fuck...but in all reality she realizes her ass is stuck. Anger is prevalent, her life is irrelevant...done fucked so much...she stuck with that forty year itch...So to make her self look like she know what she doing she adorns the title BITCH!!! The meaning Being In Total Control of Herself....or so she says, got niggaz lined up in dozens at the Board of Health.... Yeah she a bad bitch....with mad reasons to cut you....Best beware before her beams are on you...Bitch...I got the real meaning:
B-aller hunting, wont never have shit for self
I-n the crowd looking for a down dude to bring her wealth
T-rying but failing to be a Diva
C- rying in her loneliness, truth is no one needs her
H-appy never, steady giving up her goods, for promised treasures...the average man sees through her...a killer will see her ass in a ditch. But she thinks she has it all, and can get more... the simple mindedness of a BITCH!!!!
PS5: sorry if this offended anyone...I didn't think anyone but a true B.I.T.C.H. would be offended...sooooo maybe u should be offended if you are! lol hmmm...
She wakes up in the morning scheming, the kids screaming...looking for a way out. Thinking a nigga, who's a lil bigga gon' bail her ass out...hmpf she must be dreaming. Kids off to school time to get dressed, calling Tyrone...he doesn't pick up so she gives it a rest. Nothing to do all day, fuck the dishes...so she holla's at her chics Keisha and Nay Nay. They bring the coronas and a smoked off blunt...half way high they go on the hunt. Bitch need a new pair of shoes, so she calls baby daddy...hittin him up to pay his dues. He know that chic better, she tryna ride him for pampers...while she lays up when the kids in school. She gets mad, cuz he on her like ice to a cup....he puts her shit out there, so she puts the dial in the closet, and hangs the fuck up. What to do next...except act like the the tramp she is and trade money for sex. And she pretends, like no one's on to her trend...she's a good girl, still, with a wicked ass rep. Styling like a model, knowing all the while...she ain't even good enough for a mama to accept. Chics behind her, mo' bitches to have her back, and what are they good for...absolutely jack. Telling her shit like girl he ugly but dis nigga got big time money...So you gettin dressed to get dissed cause he ain't got nothing but dick for you honey!!! So she goes on making this shit a full time life, cant get a real nigga to deal with her cause everyone knows she triph!!!! Tight ass skirts and curves that kill, can't get a job cause dick sucking is her only skill!!! At a point she develops that attitude that says I don't give a fuck...but in all reality she realizes her ass is stuck. Anger is prevalent, her life is irrelevant...done fucked so much...she stuck with that forty year itch...So to make her self look like she know what she doing she adorns the title BITCH!!! The meaning Being In Total Control of Herself....or so she says, got niggaz lined up in dozens at the Board of Health.... Yeah she a bad bitch....with mad reasons to cut you....Best beware before her beams are on you...Bitch...I got the real meaning:
B-aller hunting, wont never have shit for self
I-n the crowd looking for a down dude to bring her wealth
T-rying but failing to be a Diva
C- rying in her loneliness, truth is no one needs her
H-appy never, steady giving up her goods, for promised treasures...the average man sees through her...a killer will see her ass in a ditch. But she thinks she has it all, and can get more... the simple mindedness of a BITCH!!!!
PS5: sorry if this offended anyone...I didn't think anyone but a true B.I.T.C.H. would be offended...sooooo maybe u should be offended if you are! lol hmmm...
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
You Fucked Up
I was mad.
I wanted to hurt you.
The Fucking nerve of you.
I wanted you to feel the pain that pumps through my veins.
For a moment I was temporary insane.
But really what would gain from hurting you.
You already Fucked up your name.
Girl let me tell you I'm serious when I say I don't have time to play games.
You really should be ashamed of how you got your fame.
You are a pretty girl, and you have a nice frame,
But.................................................
You honestly should have used you brain.
I really was a good friend to you.
I would have been there for you until the end.
I would never in a million years Fuck any of your many men.
Girl, lets not pretend you have many men.
But....................................................
Pussy should not be the only thing you have to offer them.
I wanted to hurt you.
The Fucking nerve of you.
I wanted you to feel the pain that pumps through my veins.
For a moment I was temporary insane.
But really what would gain from hurting you.
You already Fucked up your name.
Girl let me tell you I'm serious when I say I don't have time to play games.
You really should be ashamed of how you got your fame.
You are a pretty girl, and you have a nice frame,
But.................................................
You honestly should have used you brain.
I really was a good friend to you.
I would have been there for you until the end.
I would never in a million years Fuck any of your many men.
Girl, lets not pretend you have many men.
But....................................................
Pussy should not be the only thing you have to offer them.
(I am sincere when I say watch the people you let into your circle, People can smile in your face and have hidden motives for why they want to be your friend).
Monday, October 22, 2007
When Your Heart Rips
These days an inquiring mind is all I’ve got
The duo of tranquility and sanity I have not
Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, I can’t rest
Because for the first time in my life my heart has been put to the test
There used to be late night talks of life, music and more
And at that point, when I was sad or stressed you were my cure
But like a thief in the night you disappeared with no goodbye
Leaving my heart rapped waiting to die
What did I do; where did I go wrong?
My heart can’t continue without answers for too long
One day I had it all the next it was thru
My mind never knew you were on a quest to find someone else to complete you
Cuz at that time you were all I needed
I thought our connection was deeply seeded
Though we were only in the physical twice
My mind knew my heart was through rolling the dice
But I guess your heart wasn’t there
And I often wonder did you ever care
Cuz one day I’m wife material what you’ve been looking for
And the next is sorry I found someone who can offer more
But hey I guess I was the fool to lend my heart
I should have known never to put my heart in my mind’s part
But like the typical I was blinded by could be love or so I thought
And cliché like I got my heart back ripped apart
So please grant me the favor before today and answer me this
Do you still desire for the feel of my lips?
Do you remember our last hug, your neck on my lips, the feel of my hips?
Do you know the pain felt when your heart rips?
~BLH
The duo of tranquility and sanity I have not
Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, I can’t rest
Because for the first time in my life my heart has been put to the test
There used to be late night talks of life, music and more
And at that point, when I was sad or stressed you were my cure
But like a thief in the night you disappeared with no goodbye
Leaving my heart rapped waiting to die
What did I do; where did I go wrong?
My heart can’t continue without answers for too long
One day I had it all the next it was thru
My mind never knew you were on a quest to find someone else to complete you
Cuz at that time you were all I needed
I thought our connection was deeply seeded
Though we were only in the physical twice
My mind knew my heart was through rolling the dice
But I guess your heart wasn’t there
And I often wonder did you ever care
Cuz one day I’m wife material what you’ve been looking for
And the next is sorry I found someone who can offer more
But hey I guess I was the fool to lend my heart
I should have known never to put my heart in my mind’s part
But like the typical I was blinded by could be love or so I thought
And cliché like I got my heart back ripped apart
So please grant me the favor before today and answer me this
Do you still desire for the feel of my lips?
Do you remember our last hug, your neck on my lips, the feel of my hips?
Do you know the pain felt when your heart rips?
~BLH
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Dear Terrorists!
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, neither as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….random are the lies…..in the replies….overshadowed by your hatred…..muffled by our cries….wondering why your only resolve for them is to die…..living in fear from not knowing….the next time they’ll feel your wrath….yet the fear they refuse to show….undying on your behalf…and never once have you questioned….what you now choose to believe….I can’t blame you for your teachings….but why are you so naive….have you ever questioned their sincerity….or searched for understanding….with your own moment of clarity….my first thought would be no….as you strap a vest to your chest and prepare to let it blow….with a solemn promise from your teacher….that you’ll be rewarded in the after life…surrounded by seventy virgins…forever in a paradise….and you mean to tell me you don’t find it odd or even strange….that if that place really existed….how come Osama hasn’t done the same….where’s his suicidal mission…why isn’t he already dead….why does he choose to call on you…why is he so deep in your head….find the answer to that question….cause there lies your true nemesis….you’ll find the real war….you’ll find the true Terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, neither as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….why is your ambition overpowered by your ignorance…why after 400 years of oppression….you have yet to ask their forgiveness…you have yet to say “I’m sorry”….for past crimes committed…its like no remorse from a criminal…..who has already expressed….that he did it….but now the joke is on you…as I watch you fall victim to another…..and why is your anger….focused on something as settle as color….why is it?.....when something is different from you…it is considered high-risk….”why?”….when they gave you 400 years of free labor….you repay….with…JENA 6….the days where they were slaves….are now far from today’s reality….they’re not asking for any handouts….they’re asking for equality….and why are you never consistent in the things that you do…..like the war on Iraq….and the weapons that you pursue….promises….to bring the troops home…so far from the truth…..cause if you really was looking for weapons of mass destruction….you’d be looking for YOU!.....do you honestly see yourself superior….to others that are unlike you….when your nose breathes….your mouth feeds….and your skin bleeds like theirs do…..you don’t understand their plight…you don’t hear their cries….you don’t hear their why’s….But You Will Hear Mines…..cause I ask out of frustration….and yet I ask despite your prejudice…I ask cause their your victims….I ask cause you’re their terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, not as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….I start by saying….that you’re the most dangerous of the flock….cause you’re not across the country….you’re the one just up the block….your M.O. is to get money….your reasoning I can’t perceive….and why do you blame everyone but yourself…. for the shortcomings you receive….and how can you justify your action…. By saying “I did what I had to do”….laying evident to the fact that you didn’t do what you were suppose to….and now the lack of education….puts you in a compromising position….why get mad when they call you niggers….when you provide their ammunition…and the people of your own neighborhood….become the outlet of your aggression….and why are you on every corner like the stop signs…..but wont heed the message…..why is violence at an all time high….why are you content on defacing your mothers…..are you aware that your killing your neighborhoods….not to mention each other…if I was ever your enemy…than patience would be my route…..I would put a gun store on every corner….and watch you take yourselves out…..can you honestly say that hustling has solved any of your problems….can you not see that it’s the futures of nearby children you are robbing….while not directly…its their mothers and fathers that get addicted….doing anything to get the next hit….and so their lives get afflicted….children becoming neglected….themselves becoming statistics….and why have aspirations of being scarface…..when the truth is it’s not realistic….the truth is you get stuck in the same hood as everyone else….until you’re either dead or in jail…so what do you have to say for yourself….but what I call a bad deal….you call the game….and why try to kill everybody…but not take the time to learn how to aim…some shots go off….but what the hell are you running for….cause chances are….they’ll hit every innocent person…and spare the one they were supposed to be coming for….destruction is your path….so why do you choose not to see it….with all the knowledge in the world…why do you choose not to receive it….its not always the MAN out to get you…cause you play a major part of it….so why do you still neglect to see….that YOU are your own Terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
I come to you humble, neither as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….random are the lies…..in the replies….overshadowed by your hatred…..muffled by our cries….wondering why your only resolve for them is to die…..living in fear from not knowing….the next time they’ll feel your wrath….yet the fear they refuse to show….undying on your behalf…and never once have you questioned….what you now choose to believe….I can’t blame you for your teachings….but why are you so naive….have you ever questioned their sincerity….or searched for understanding….with your own moment of clarity….my first thought would be no….as you strap a vest to your chest and prepare to let it blow….with a solemn promise from your teacher….that you’ll be rewarded in the after life…surrounded by seventy virgins…forever in a paradise….and you mean to tell me you don’t find it odd or even strange….that if that place really existed….how come Osama hasn’t done the same….where’s his suicidal mission…why isn’t he already dead….why does he choose to call on you…why is he so deep in your head….find the answer to that question….cause there lies your true nemesis….you’ll find the real war….you’ll find the true Terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, neither as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….why is your ambition overpowered by your ignorance…why after 400 years of oppression….you have yet to ask their forgiveness…you have yet to say “I’m sorry”….for past crimes committed…its like no remorse from a criminal…..who has already expressed….that he did it….but now the joke is on you…as I watch you fall victim to another…..and why is your anger….focused on something as settle as color….why is it?.....when something is different from you…it is considered high-risk….”why?”….when they gave you 400 years of free labor….you repay….with…JENA 6….the days where they were slaves….are now far from today’s reality….they’re not asking for any handouts….they’re asking for equality….and why are you never consistent in the things that you do…..like the war on Iraq….and the weapons that you pursue….promises….to bring the troops home…so far from the truth…..cause if you really was looking for weapons of mass destruction….you’d be looking for YOU!.....do you honestly see yourself superior….to others that are unlike you….when your nose breathes….your mouth feeds….and your skin bleeds like theirs do…..you don’t understand their plight…you don’t hear their cries….you don’t hear their why’s….But You Will Hear Mines…..cause I ask out of frustration….and yet I ask despite your prejudice…I ask cause their your victims….I ask cause you’re their terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, not as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….I start by saying….that you’re the most dangerous of the flock….cause you’re not across the country….you’re the one just up the block….your M.O. is to get money….your reasoning I can’t perceive….and why do you blame everyone but yourself…. for the shortcomings you receive….and how can you justify your action…. By saying “I did what I had to do”….laying evident to the fact that you didn’t do what you were suppose to….and now the lack of education….puts you in a compromising position….why get mad when they call you niggers….when you provide their ammunition…and the people of your own neighborhood….become the outlet of your aggression….and why are you on every corner like the stop signs…..but wont heed the message…..why is violence at an all time high….why are you content on defacing your mothers…..are you aware that your killing your neighborhoods….not to mention each other…if I was ever your enemy…than patience would be my route…..I would put a gun store on every corner….and watch you take yourselves out…..can you honestly say that hustling has solved any of your problems….can you not see that it’s the futures of nearby children you are robbing….while not directly…its their mothers and fathers that get addicted….doing anything to get the next hit….and so their lives get afflicted….children becoming neglected….themselves becoming statistics….and why have aspirations of being scarface…..when the truth is it’s not realistic….the truth is you get stuck in the same hood as everyone else….until you’re either dead or in jail…so what do you have to say for yourself….but what I call a bad deal….you call the game….and why try to kill everybody…but not take the time to learn how to aim…some shots go off….but what the hell are you running for….cause chances are….they’ll hit every innocent person…and spare the one they were supposed to be coming for….destruction is your path….so why do you choose not to see it….with all the knowledge in the world…why do you choose not to receive it….its not always the MAN out to get you…cause you play a major part of it….so why do you still neglect to see….that YOU are your own Terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Monday, September 17, 2007
WAR
WE ARE AT WAR
AND I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT FOR
WE ARE LOOKING FOR WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION
YEAH OKAY SURE
ARE YOU SURE IT DOES NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH OIL
BUT WAIT BEFORE YOU ANSWER...........................................
LET THIS MESSAGE SOIL YOUR BRAIN
IT IS INSANE FOR US AS AMERICANS
TO JUST TRUST A MAN WHO WON TWO PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGNS
AND NO ONE ADMITS THEY VOTED FOR HIM
SO WHERE ARE THESE WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION?????????????????
I BELIEVE THEY ARE ON OUR STREETS
SENSELESS VIOLENTS REPEATS IT'S SELF NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
WE AS PEOPLE SIT SILENT NOT EVEN TRYING TO FIGHT
AND I'M GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT I BELIEVE IS NOT RIGHT!!!!!
PEOPLE SAY "WE NEED TO STOP THE VIOLENTS"
BUT IT IS FUNNY HOW WHEN SOMETHING GOES DOWN
NOBODY WAS AROUND
COPS CAN ONLY DO BUT SO MUCH,
COPS ASK PEOPLE QUESTION YOU DON'T HEAR A SOUND
WE ARE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE LEGAL SYSTEM
IT IS A JOKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CRIMINALS ARE BEING PROTECTED
WHILE EVERY DAY CITIZENS ARE BEING NEGLECTED
AND DON'T THINK FOR SECOND THAT THE CHILDREN OF TOMORROW
Monday, September 10, 2007
John ( Read Butter's Diary of a Pimpstress first to get the full effect of this one)
This one is kinda graphic.....so read at your own discretion:
From day light to late night….I relish this moment….night stalking for strip-walkers….for the perfect one I am roaming….and I don’t know what could’ve happened for them to end up with this type of job….but I know one thing….as long as my money flows…..to these hoes…I’m God….crazy part is I’m not even considered attractive…..but for a Benjamin or two…..a bitch will become a hell of an actress….moaning…groaning…..screaming…..fiening….for the pleasure my dick gives…and with all that’s previously stated…..how the hell could I not give…damn near my whole paycheck….for the shelter of a real bitches neck….and she swallows….on command….and I can’t get enough…..Goddddddd-Daaammmmnn!!!.....I’m into one night flings…so the relationship thing….I can’t even get with it….I need a hoe….who’s willing to take my dick wherever I choose to stick it……and for the niggas who don’t agree with me…two words…..Fuck Y’all……cause we all do the same shit….I’m just the only one that’s honest about it all….cause all men pay for pussy….whether you get it slow or fast….but while I get my service right away….y’all on that Prepaid – Pussy – Plan…..you know dinner and a movie…or whatever else fits the program…..and by the end of all that money spending….she barely shakes ya hand…..and you play it off like it don’t phase you…playing the role of the perfect man….I would never do that shit….never could…never can…I’d rather get it while it’s hot….like the slots….when you hit the jackpot….I’m not showering the bitch with gifts…still hoping to get a head-shot….my method’s more efficient….or at least that’s what I believe….cuz I’m not paying the bitch to fuck me….I’m paying the bitch to leave….a real nigga told me that…and I feel’em to this day….I bust a nut…she gets a buck….and we both go our separate ways….they some thoroughbred hoes….that get down for they occupation…..back alley…..backseat….they down for any location…bitches with no standard….doing anything to turn a profit….and I hope by me stating this….niggas will understand my logic….don’t treat these hoes….fuck and leave these hoes…so get a dose of my reality….that’s why I’ll forever remain a member of the Good Pussy Society - Syncere
If you're wondering why i named this poem John....it's because that's normally what prostitutes call their clients (either tricks or johns).....and this is not my personal views on females....i just thought it would be hot to write about it...ya dig!
From day light to late night….I relish this moment….night stalking for strip-walkers….for the perfect one I am roaming….and I don’t know what could’ve happened for them to end up with this type of job….but I know one thing….as long as my money flows…..to these hoes…I’m God….crazy part is I’m not even considered attractive…..but for a Benjamin or two…..a bitch will become a hell of an actress….moaning…groaning…..screaming…..fiening….for the pleasure my dick gives…and with all that’s previously stated…..how the hell could I not give…damn near my whole paycheck….for the shelter of a real bitches neck….and she swallows….on command….and I can’t get enough…..Goddddddd-Daaammmmnn!!!.....I’m into one night flings…so the relationship thing….I can’t even get with it….I need a hoe….who’s willing to take my dick wherever I choose to stick it……and for the niggas who don’t agree with me…two words…..Fuck Y’all……cause we all do the same shit….I’m just the only one that’s honest about it all….cause all men pay for pussy….whether you get it slow or fast….but while I get my service right away….y’all on that Prepaid – Pussy – Plan…..you know dinner and a movie…or whatever else fits the program…..and by the end of all that money spending….she barely shakes ya hand…..and you play it off like it don’t phase you…playing the role of the perfect man….I would never do that shit….never could…never can…I’d rather get it while it’s hot….like the slots….when you hit the jackpot….I’m not showering the bitch with gifts…still hoping to get a head-shot….my method’s more efficient….or at least that’s what I believe….cuz I’m not paying the bitch to fuck me….I’m paying the bitch to leave….a real nigga told me that…and I feel’em to this day….I bust a nut…she gets a buck….and we both go our separate ways….they some thoroughbred hoes….that get down for they occupation…..back alley…..backseat….they down for any location…bitches with no standard….doing anything to turn a profit….and I hope by me stating this….niggas will understand my logic….don’t treat these hoes….fuck and leave these hoes…so get a dose of my reality….that’s why I’ll forever remain a member of the Good Pussy Society - Syncere
If you're wondering why i named this poem John....it's because that's normally what prostitutes call their clients (either tricks or johns).....and this is not my personal views on females....i just thought it would be hot to write about it...ya dig!
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Dear Daddy
You have your perfect little life,
with your ugly ass wife.
But what about me,
We were suppose to be a family.
I see you don't give a damn about me.
And you call yourself a man,
You are a lot of things but man you are not.
I didn't ask for much, oh did i forget to mention I always loved you,
but your step kids were to much competition .
When I was younger I always wonder why daddy always mad at me?
Why can't I make him happy?
It is sad to say, but I believe things were better off that way.
But you know what I won't cry over you another day.
Daddy if you could see the young lady I have grown up to be,
You would be so proud of me.
After all you did I still don't have a drop of hate in me.
But love for you I have plenty.
Daddy I forgive you for all you have done wrong.
I have been holding on to this pain for this long.
Daddy I thank you believe it or not,
you have some part in why I am so strong today.
But wait before you get too excited,
I want you to realize you are not invited into my life.
You had your chance,
I guess that's the price you pay,
when you walk away from a child who only wanted you to stay
with your ugly ass wife.
But what about me,
We were suppose to be a family.
I see you don't give a damn about me.
And you call yourself a man,
You are a lot of things but man you are not.
I didn't ask for much, oh did i forget to mention I always loved you,
but your step kids were to much competition .
When I was younger I always wonder why daddy always mad at me?
Why can't I make him happy?
It is sad to say, but I believe things were better off that way.
But you know what I won't cry over you another day.
Daddy if you could see the young lady I have grown up to be,
You would be so proud of me.
After all you did I still don't have a drop of hate in me.
But love for you I have plenty.
Daddy I forgive you for all you have done wrong.
I have been holding on to this pain for this long.
Daddy I thank you believe it or not,
you have some part in why I am so strong today.
But wait before you get too excited,
I want you to realize you are not invited into my life.
You had your chance,
I guess that's the price you pay,
when you walk away from a child who only wanted you to stay
Love Daddy's Little Girl (SIKE)
Shanae
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Narcissistic...
| A mirror, an image, a reflection.....A sense of greatness, the ultimate perfection. A sense of self, a worth so overwhelmed. A crown for kings, and for warriors a helm. To be desired, to be loved...to be held so high. Consumed by oneself without a wonder why. Pride, conceit, arrogance, egotistic in short vanity. One who lacks the ability to cure himself of selfish insanity.....Let's travel back a memory to the story of a man, who fell in love with his own reflection and died at his own hand. A greater beauty than himself he had never known, but never allowing others to love him the same....so as a result it was never shown.....In times we all display the same...thinking so less of others we dare them to speak our names. But name just one who is better than me....NO ONE...unless it begins with an capital G and ends with almighty. Life can get so lonely in solitaire...especially when you're lost in the thought that you don't need for anyone else there. Am I vane??? Do I find my self beautiful??? Let me be the first to answer the question...I'm in love with myself for who I am the way I look is only a SUGGESTION. Narcissistic....like the demon who was cast out of heaven because he thought his place was on the throne. To forever rot and burn on the coals of hell...destitute from the eyes of any beholder....surrounded by those like him...still lost...still alone. Narcissistic like Joan of Arc, the woman who fought in God's name....and never realized her fight and her ego was all the same. Narcissistic like Hitler, one loss to the devices of his selfish being. Unable to love others due to a difference but maybe it was more like self loathing and he never grasped the meaning. Narcissistic like Cain who thought he was "Able" to best his brother by ending his life. Narcissistic like Eve who thought a bite of an apple would give her the power to be like GOD....and so Adam suffered due the shortcomings of his Narcissistic wife. Narcissistic self indulgence, condescension, pomposity....the consumption of another's self worth....belligerence due to lack of completeness...never knowing there is no one, just situations...more greater than the other here, in this world...on this earth. Now Syn....You know you're wayyyyy past due! so you gotta post 2! lol...and HURRY! |
Graduation - Kanye West
01. Good Morning (Intro) 03:15 02. Champion 02:48 03. Stronger 05:12 04. I Wonder 04:03 05. Good Life (Ft. T-Pain) 03:27 06. Can't Tell Me Nothing 04:32 07. Barry Bonds (Ft. Lil Wayne) 03:24 08. Drunk And Hot Girls (Ft. Mos Def) 05:13 09. Flashing Lights (Ft. Dwele) 03:58 10. Everything I Am 03:48 11. The Glory 03:33 12. Homecoming (Ft. Chris Martin) 03:24 13. Big Brother 04:47
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
You got it bad, well anit that "too" sad.
"They say you always want what you can't have".
Always reaching for something you can't grab.
Now you call yourself having an attitude with me over some dude.
Well isn't that just rude.
Considering you are the type of girl who doesn't know what you want.
You like front while playing the high school games you play.
To me girl your whole style is lame.
It's ashame because who knows ya could have a true romance.
Now BITCH you don't stand a chance.
Now I'm not the one to get violent,
but don't expect me to be silent for to long
Keep looking at me the wrong way.
I could Fuck up your whole day.
Now that I said what I have to say you have a blessed day.
I'm not crazy but I just had some stuff on my chest that I had to let out. You will be hearing more from me this was just something quick to shut Butta up. SIKE but what you think.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Hustlenomics - Yung Joc
01. Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (Intro) 02:46 02. Yung Joc - Play Your Cards 03:55 03. Yung Joc - Coffee Shop (feat. Gorilla Zoe) 04:02 04. Yung Joc - Bottle Poppin' (feat. Gorilla Zoe) 05:00 05. Yung Joc - Hell Yeah (feat. Diddy) 04:30 06. Yung Joc - Cut Throat (feat. The Game, Jim Jones & Block) 05:25 07. Yung Joc - Hustlemania (Skit) 02:45 08. Yung Joc - I'm A G (feat. Bun B & Young Dro) 04:32 09. Yung Joc - BYOB 03:14 10. Yung Joc - Pak Man 04:16 11. Yung Joc - Getting To Da Money 03:14 (feat. Mike Carlito & Gorilla Zoe) 12. Yung Joc - Brand New (feat. Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross) 05:45 13. Yung Joc - Living The Life (feat. Southerngirl 04:20 14. Yung Joc - Momma (feat. Jazze Pha) 03:53 15. Yung Joc - Chevy Smile 04:28 (feat. Trick Daddy, Block & Jazze Pha) 16. Yung Joc - Hustlenomics 03:06
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The Payback - Omilio Sparks
01. For The Love Or Money 04:00 02. I'm So Down 03:33 03. DJ Turn It Up 04:43 04. Paper Chase 04:45 05. My Lil' Drink 03:42 06. I See U Watchin' Me (feat. J.I.) 04:25 07. Don't Break 03:37 08. The Movement (feat. Nina Ross & A.R.) 04:59 09. The PayBack 03:53 10. Ain't My Fault (Remix) (feat. Peedi Crakk) 04:14 11. Walk Right 02:49 12. Clear 03:45 13. Came From Nothin' 03:27 14. This Is The Life 03:18 15. In The Ghetto (feat. Jah Selah) 03:11 16. Bonus Track 03:24
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Pain & Paper - Lil Mo
01. Intro 02:0002. Official Hollywood (feat. Kat Williams) 04:0103. Sumtimes I (feat. Jim Jones) 03:4904. Heartbeat (feat. Donny Roc) 05:0505. Lucky Her 04:2606. Broken Heart 05:1507. Husband 03:3408. Jus Like That 04:0209. Youngin' (feat. Da Brat) 04:3410. One For The Road 04:2911. I Need You Now 04:0812. How Can I Tell (feat. Heaven) 03:5613. Sexy Pictures (feat. Trina) 04:0714. No Hotel 04:0515. Baby Please 03:4216. Dotted I (I'm Not Perfect) 04:3617. Sumtimes I (Part 2) (feat. Fabolous) 04:09
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Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Guardian Angel Pt: 1
Guardian Angel: an angel believed to have special care of a particular individual : SAVIOR : PROTECTOR
Lately I’ve been really depressed….down on my luck….wondering why my life is so hard….why everything I do gets fucked…..my jobs no longer present….I’m getting evicted next week….trying to find something worth living for…but the situations getting bleak….bad news?....I can’t take much more…..I shun away from tomorrow….I’d rather make a friend out of Jack Daniels…and drown in my own sorrows…..trying to picture me without the world…..or the world without me here….My final thoughts bleeding on the page…..complimented by my own tears……I reach for the firearm….normally concealed in the closet…no longer aware of my actions….a fifth of Jim Beam behind it……release tension from the safety…..one resides in the chamber….ready to rid myself of the pain….the torment….the anger….I clutch it harder than ever….my forefinger……one with the trigger…..one last image of the world….preparing to remove myself from the picture….my conscious tells me not to….but its too late to be shook….I close my eyes for the final time….after one last look….MY ADRENALINE'S RUSHING.....BLOOD'S PUMPING....FROM A HEART THUMPING QUICK.....THE TRIGGER PULLS AFTER A FINAL FAREWELL....BUT INSTEAD I HEARD.......click…..click…..an eerie silence filled the room….unfamiliar from the exact silence that should have brought upon my doom……with the initial shock faded….tormenting thoughts re-entering my head…..those thoughts and a simple pinch….reassuring me….I wasn’t dead….at the time…you could’ve asked….but I couldn’t explain what I felt……as I stared at the firearm….with unwelcoming results….I ran to the bathroom….with a brand new plan….I decided to use water….to remove myself from the land….there’s more then one way to die….and a way would be found…..and if a bullet wouldn’t do it….then I would definitely drown……I stood in front of the tub…with a reluctant urge…I’d fill up the tub…….until my body was submerged….I turned the dial at the tub…..but absolutely no water spilled….remembering that the utility’s been turned off….cause I couldn’t pay the bill….clearly frustrated….the wall became one with my fist…..approaching my new attempt….a knife meeting my wrist….accepting what’s real…ya’ll should understand my plight….nothing I do works out…I can’t even extinguish my own life….the more simple the execution…the more reluctant I remain….subconsciously thinking about the pain….my insane transcends to sane…..the more I pondered…the more I hesitated….so I decided to make it quick…I slashed at my wrists…..the result of too many horror flicks…what started as a trickle…..has become a steady stream….ending up into a small pool…..I slowly began to dream….forever or so it seemed….I started walking towards the gleam….but the more I walked towards it….the more the space between…..intervened….then suddenly like a beam….my eyes adjusted to a room of white…..possibly the heaven…that resided at the end of that bright light…...my death was well worth it….for this is the place I seek….but then I noticed the tube in my arm….and a annoying replicable beep…..judging from the smell….and faint beat of my heart….I was in the one place…where most human life has been known to start….my mind started to race….trying to solve the unsolved riddle…..who was it that saved me?.....how’d I end up in the hospital….news flash on the TV screen….a picture of my residence….surrounded by flames of fury….the fire apparently evident…..the reporter spoke to a fireman…..the words….”HERO”….was depicted…..explaining how he rescued a body on the second floor….who’s wounds were self-inflicted….though my apartment was no more….I felt a sense of safekeeping….like something truly watched over me….with the full responsibility of my well-being….three times I tried to end my life….and each attempt was altered….no matter what test I threw at him….my angel never faltered….my epiphany’s…..a realization…..that my life is truly hard….but like others…I’ll accept my hand….until life shuffles the cards…..but no matter what I go through…I know that I’m not alone….. I know that he watches over me…..he’s my new comfort zone….before now….I’ve never once….believed in a Guardian Angel….but right then….I looked towards the sky…and whispered a seldom “Thank You”
Guardian Angel:
Three times….his death approached…..three times….his death was altered…..three times…I have been tested….three times I haven’t faltered…..never once have I left him…..I’ve always been by his side…..watching over his every move…removing his setbacks in stride…..he looks up at me….recognizing his Guardian Angel…..a tear departs his eyes….as he whispers a seldom “Thank You”……I ready myself…..for the task life has dealt him…..as I look down towards him….and reply with…….“Your Welcome” - Syn
i apologize for this one being so long but everytime i tried to end it i had more to say......and this is only one of two....so you know that i feel real deep about the subject....anyway hope ya'll enjoyed it....stay up
P.S. Beat that Butter....lol sike naw.....but it is your turn again!
Lately I’ve been really depressed….down on my luck….wondering why my life is so hard….why everything I do gets fucked…..my jobs no longer present….I’m getting evicted next week….trying to find something worth living for…but the situations getting bleak….bad news?....I can’t take much more…..I shun away from tomorrow….I’d rather make a friend out of Jack Daniels…and drown in my own sorrows…..trying to picture me without the world…..or the world without me here….My final thoughts bleeding on the page…..complimented by my own tears……I reach for the firearm….normally concealed in the closet…no longer aware of my actions….a fifth of Jim Beam behind it……release tension from the safety…..one resides in the chamber….ready to rid myself of the pain….the torment….the anger….I clutch it harder than ever….my forefinger……one with the trigger…..one last image of the world….preparing to remove myself from the picture….my conscious tells me not to….but its too late to be shook….I close my eyes for the final time….after one last look….MY ADRENALINE'S RUSHING.....BLOOD'S PUMPING....FROM A HEART THUMPING QUICK.....THE TRIGGER PULLS AFTER A FINAL FAREWELL....BUT INSTEAD I HEARD.......click…..click…..an eerie silence filled the room….unfamiliar from the exact silence that should have brought upon my doom……with the initial shock faded….tormenting thoughts re-entering my head…..those thoughts and a simple pinch….reassuring me….I wasn’t dead….at the time…you could’ve asked….but I couldn’t explain what I felt……as I stared at the firearm….with unwelcoming results….I ran to the bathroom….with a brand new plan….I decided to use water….to remove myself from the land….there’s more then one way to die….and a way would be found…..and if a bullet wouldn’t do it….then I would definitely drown……I stood in front of the tub…with a reluctant urge…I’d fill up the tub…….until my body was submerged….I turned the dial at the tub…..but absolutely no water spilled….remembering that the utility’s been turned off….cause I couldn’t pay the bill….clearly frustrated….the wall became one with my fist…..approaching my new attempt….a knife meeting my wrist….accepting what’s real…ya’ll should understand my plight….nothing I do works out…I can’t even extinguish my own life….the more simple the execution…the more reluctant I remain….subconsciously thinking about the pain….my insane transcends to sane…..the more I pondered…the more I hesitated….so I decided to make it quick…I slashed at my wrists…..the result of too many horror flicks…what started as a trickle…..has become a steady stream….ending up into a small pool…..I slowly began to dream….forever or so it seemed….I started walking towards the gleam….but the more I walked towards it….the more the space between…..intervened….then suddenly like a beam….my eyes adjusted to a room of white…..possibly the heaven…that resided at the end of that bright light…...my death was well worth it….for this is the place I seek….but then I noticed the tube in my arm….and a annoying replicable beep…..judging from the smell….and faint beat of my heart….I was in the one place…where most human life has been known to start….my mind started to race….trying to solve the unsolved riddle…..who was it that saved me?.....how’d I end up in the hospital….news flash on the TV screen….a picture of my residence….surrounded by flames of fury….the fire apparently evident…..the reporter spoke to a fireman…..the words….”HERO”….was depicted…..explaining how he rescued a body on the second floor….who’s wounds were self-inflicted….though my apartment was no more….I felt a sense of safekeeping….like something truly watched over me….with the full responsibility of my well-being….three times I tried to end my life….and each attempt was altered….no matter what test I threw at him….my angel never faltered….my epiphany’s…..a realization…..that my life is truly hard….but like others…I’ll accept my hand….until life shuffles the cards…..but no matter what I go through…I know that I’m not alone….. I know that he watches over me…..he’s my new comfort zone….before now….I’ve never once….believed in a Guardian Angel….but right then….I looked towards the sky…and whispered a seldom “Thank You”
Guardian Angel:
Three times….his death approached…..three times….his death was altered…..three times…I have been tested….three times I haven’t faltered…..never once have I left him…..I’ve always been by his side…..watching over his every move…removing his setbacks in stride…..he looks up at me….recognizing his Guardian Angel…..a tear departs his eyes….as he whispers a seldom “Thank You”……I ready myself…..for the task life has dealt him…..as I look down towards him….and reply with…….“Your Welcome” - Syn
i apologize for this one being so long but everytime i tried to end it i had more to say......and this is only one of two....so you know that i feel real deep about the subject....anyway hope ya'll enjoyed it....stay up
P.S. Beat that Butter....lol sike naw.....but it is your turn again!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Beyonce Falls Hard
She's not the first woman to fall head ova heel's for me...ya dig!
I'm Sorry B....I had to do it ....the fall was priceless!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
A Picture Worth A Thousand Words
Its been said that a picture is worth a thousand words, but what can a picture really say? Does it explain the reason why the participant smiled or what they felt that day? People wear faces but they never tell the truth, cause there is an inside to every out and I stand before you with real facts of that scenario the bold face proof. You see a picture and you think she is just plain sexy. But will it tell you that I am alone, and the man I love neglects me? You see a photo of a man that seems to have it all together, but do you see, in the background, a suicide letter? There is another picture of a child that loves their parents to death but do you see, behind the smile, the bruises that his/her parents might of left? In that same album there is a pic of an older man...grandpa so they call him. But do you see the traces of his long life's labor...and his trials to be the man he has become and his reason for them? Flipping through the pages you see someone that time has yet to be good to. But you judge them by the their actions due to the picture you see before you. A center fold, pretty face in a magazine.....news at 11, death by overdose.....never knew she had a habit...the unforseen. A picture of a sunny day....but who takes a picture of the rain...it can reflect beauty the same way. You want a picture????? Well picture this, the world is cruel and many of us, succumb to negatives because there is no one to trust....trading real life for fantasy...sex and lust. Picture Bush being a better president. Picture of boy having a father if the jail didn't hold him as a resident. Not saying things would be different because things rarely change. But I just want to frame this picture....for people with priorities to rearrange!!!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Diary of a Pimpstress (Inspired by Syn's "Hustler" Poem...read his first!)
| Hi...I'm Lady but some call me baby, been so long, I struggle with my first name. But you never give up your government, thats how we stay true to the game. They call me late at night, on my hip a cell for my honey, one for my money... and one for the man I call my mister. I stand tall in stilletos looking like a model.... yes thats the way to pull in my young sisters. Fast cash, fast living, men with no names...just faces. Giving me their hard earned pay....the rent that the next check will never replace. Cuz truth is, they will be back cuz what I have here is something their wives lack. How many times has a man called his wife a bitch or whore and she got offended? But with me...I'm your fantasy, how we start is how we end it. A dollar dictates how I react. And I better get this money right cuz a pimpstress has dues too...a greedy ass pimp in fact. He slaps me around but I don't bitch....he gone end up like my last one, somewhere in a shallow ass ditch. Don't they ever learn...didnt they all know. There is loyalty to no man in a ho. I owes no one nothing this is my ass to give. What the hell this is how I eat...this is how I live. Yeah but I get tired too, so I enlist a new chick to turn out...she could use the money...a run away no doubt. So yeah I introduce her to some of my clients, you know the ones that gonna give up the dollars anyway. Never giving up my real connects....but of course I get a percentage...I'm the one that got her the job...shit an old hoe has to have a place to stay. She comes in late nights..done started getting high on dope....I thought I taught a bitch better than that...seventeen years old... look at her and she can barely cope. So I throw her ass to the wolves...what do I need with this chick. So I'm back out there on my own....another dollar another dick. Shit it aint nothing I stay true to the code. The woman who turned me out still pimpin, over fifty years old. Why?...cuz women have what all men want. A wet pussy, a notch on their belts....but I'm their little secret... you won't say my name in public...so it's you the dark of the night haunts. They all know too well, this my money I aint gonna tell. This shit don't even get me wet no more. But my pussy reacts on cue, yeah like a role in a play.... ive on stage...hey it pays the bills to be a whore. But like i said before, a hoe is getting old lookin for some new chicks wanting that fast money, men without faces...more pussy to enlist. And this in fact is the diary of a pimpstress. |
Monday, July 23, 2007
Hustler: The Definition Of
I’m tired…in the very definition of the word previously spoken….posted up….trying to remember a Shawn Carter rhyme worth quoting…..clutching the very substance…that detaches the dream-world from reality….turning humans into zombies….state of existing into fatalities….the times 2:15….my feet yet to divorce the concrete…until I knock off this last piece….than separated they won’t be…it’s self motivation…..Jay’s words remain evident….words that do more than just represent…I’m here for dead presidents…..Washington’s obsolete….Franklin’s the only relevant….started as a fad…..but I’ve been hustling ever since…couldn’t be pushed…..wouldn’t be moved….I don’t get in where I fit in….I get in……make plans…..move shit in…..and then sit in…..re-up….stretching….and flipping….the procedures awfully redundant……the connect offers ten-a-key…..so I move weight in abundance….no remorse…..nor recourse….for the actions I initiate….by the time a moment of reflection presents itself….it’s already too late…..and I laugh when people think they know my true occupation….I ain’t a measly dope-boy….I’m a master of separation…..I’m the taker of lost souls….those never to be found again…..young ones that grow old…..warm hearts become cold….those too…..without regret…..and I done seen a lot of hustlers…..but none like me yet….I’m not halfway in…and half out….them type jokers is lame….that’s why I remain all in….like a good hand in a poker game…..cause the truth is….the ones that try get out…never can…..and just like cards….the hand that folds….never wins….happily ever what?......the game never ends….when one hustler dies….a hustler is born again….that’s why I only play for keeps….that’s what I was taught growing up…..my motto is “Go Hard…..Or Don’t Bother Showing Up”…...I only kill when I have to…enemies that is….other than that I’m just a normal Joe….trying to handle my biz…..but if they try to tell me I can’t eat….then nobody lives….that goes for parents….and children….i.e.…little kids….am I really that evil?....I’d like to not think so…..but if it’s down to me or them…than it’s them…that has to go…..in this game full of amateurs…I consider myself a pro….first lesson…..D-T-A (Don’t Trust Anybody)…..so I roll solo…….second lesson’s….keep ya head….no time for nothing drastic…..third is….get in get out…that’s an ol’ G’s classic….fourth is too simple….cause Biggie ain’t never lie….”Never get high on ya own supply”….end up with ya life lost…if you ever break the fifth….cause never at any cost…should you feed the urge to snitch…..I don’t care if I’m going broke…..and my enemy is rich…..I couldn’t justify a reason….I’d rather put myself in a ditch….keep your clientele happy….before quantity…comes quality….there’s no honor amongst thieves as well as a strong lack of honesty…..with all this good advice….most still never succeed… they lack the motivation….the passion….the need….I’m addicted…..like the very substance my customers love…..I’m Reno….I’m a hustler…the very definition of - Syn
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
A Man
As a man I don’t have the definition for what a real man is…..but I just look inside myself and know that a real man lives…..and as men we choose to prove ourselves….at work…at home….in the bed….and in the presence of other men….not wanting to be seen as weak….we emulate the strong…shun those unlike us….and prey on the meek….we are simple yet misunderstood…..stereotyped at every chance…..we are no good…lying…cheating….dogs…..but that’s only at first glance….at seconds…we are pride…passion….on the grind…and I don’t mean with a female…WE’RE ON THE GRIND….so trust that I’m on mine…like a real man should be….like a little boy try’s to be….like a real man would be….and when I say a little boy…..I don’t mean someone young….I mean those content on living and dying by the gun…..stealing choices from other men…that they…themselves have never had….and they say that a man is only half a man…if it’s he who lacks a dad….but if that man is the dad…but not a father…than I say what’s the use….But a real WOMAN can raise a real MAN….I consider myself as living proof…..I lay proof to the few….the few who show respect….without any hesitation…to that of the opposite sex….the few…who don’t wanna just make babies…but actually father their kids….the few who aren’t living off a Real Woman….they handle their own biz….For this I owe to the men who came before me…..from the first being…known as Adam….to Martin Luther King….I say Adam proudly…for he’s the definition of one who gives….for a real woman was created…from only one of his ribs…though he fell of shortcomings…..it is what it is…..in essence…..he’s the reason for the greatest man who ever lived….Jesus is the name….the payer of all our sins….more than the definition of real men……to them I say thank you….I couldn’t stress it enough….and for them I’ll carry on…..still fighting…full of trust….I am a Man…because of a Woman….I’ll one day father….because of a mother…and like Butta…..and her sisters….I’ll be there for my brothers…..I’ll be there for my sisters….I give all…for nothing…..cuz only a REAL MAN….would give himself to a REAL WOMAN! - Syn
thanx for the inspiration Butta.....you know i had to give my two cents.....i'm also finishing up that hustler poem.....should be done within a week....look for it
P.S. turn taken...lol
thanx for the inspiration Butta.....you know i had to give my two cents.....i'm also finishing up that hustler poem.....should be done within a week....look for it
P.S. turn taken...lol
Thursday, July 12, 2007
A WOMAN
As women, we have to steady prove ourselves...in love, in our work, in our lives. We're always trying separate ourselves from the others that want to be women, and become grouped into their sad attempts, their distant tries. We are complex, we aren't books, so we don't need to be studied or read. Judge us by our actions not our reactions, we don't always mean what was said. As emotional creatures we are prone to fits, tantrums and bouts of rage. But in other views we are nurturers, care givers, backbones, in short mothers.... Real females... the highest of the high, no need for an upgrade. As a daily routine we love, we live, we breathe.. we work, we struggle, we fight... without a second wind no room for reprieve. On our own two feet is how we stand, continuing to father our children without the help of a MAN. For this we owe to the women who came before us, laid down the road map, and grounded this foundation. Starting from Eve, one of God's first creations, to the woman who's feet were tired and refused to go to the back of the bus....we owe you praise...a shower of appreciation. I am a woman because of a woman, I am a mother because I have a mother. I will be here for others like me til the end of all time....still struggling, still fighting, because I have claimed my title as a woman...from the shadows of my hard earned life....to the corners of my mind.......Damn it I am A WOMAN!!! Hey Syn...it's your turn now...lol *wink* |
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
SetBack
I got knocked on my ass today….it just something I gotta work through…..and no it hasn’t been the first time…..but it’s nothing to get used to….heart and mind says this is it…..I’m fighting to get back…..my pride and soul won’t let me quit…..I call it a setback….so I’m not thinking bout quitting….hell no I ain’t leaving….so instead I’ll mend my understanding….with my own version of reasoning….like me….today was a day where many were knocked down….where the hardest part of the ordeal…..was rising from the ground….everyone fighting to get up…..is a delusion I’d love…..reality is….I have to be one of the few people who actually does…. I could think of my fall…..filling my heart full of sorrow….but I choose not to dwell on the past….I’m not scared of my tomorrow….prepared for any obstacle….that stands in my way….I willingly look forward….cause tomorrow’s a new day….losing sight of any damage the previous has done….cause I realize on that new day….we’re all back to square one….tomorrow will outshine my today….and everyone can bet that…..today I got knocked on my ass….it’s no more than a minor Setback! - Syncere
Dedicated to everyone who gets knocked down in life from time to time….and decides to get up and keep on living
P.S…..I know I haven’t been on my game in a while….but I’ve been having mad writer’s block….so I’ma just give up a whole bunch of short poems in the meantime…..and thanx….. Nae-Nae for that poem…..I surely appreciate it
Dedicated to everyone who gets knocked down in life from time to time….and decides to get up and keep on living
P.S…..I know I haven’t been on my game in a while….but I’ve been having mad writer’s block….so I’ma just give up a whole bunch of short poems in the meantime…..and thanx….. Nae-Nae for that poem…..I surely appreciate it
IN LOVE WITH SYN
Let's keep everything real no need to pretend.
I have dated other men in past, and none of them compare to syn.
He's more than a lover, he is my best friend.
Even when I feel it's time to leave something pulls me back to syn.
Maybe because I never known anyone like him.
I have really grown to love him so leaving syn really doesn't make sense.
I don't mean to sound hype or tense, but you don't even know what my type is.
So all you need to know is when I hear his name being called out I jump to his defense.
Maybe soon all the other guys will catch on to my hints,
that I'm his no test nor quiz can tell me different.
He beats out the best, so you know the rest doesn't have a chance.
I must confess this is not a mind thing.
This is something I feel deep in my chest.
Some say I'm blind, and he is not all mine.
I reply that is fine, but who do you have?
"Love who you love and f**k what people say"
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him!
| He doesn't have to know that I say a prayer for him every night. He doesn't need to know that he's my all in all, and how god blesses my eyes with him in my sight. He doesn't need to know that I am his biggest fan. He doesn't need to know that, I dont want for another man. He doesn't need to know that I would swim seas, climb mountains, circle the moon to be in his arms. He doesn't need to know that my measurement of love for him is only comparable to his his gentleness, his charms. He doesn't need to know that I have no time to share, because its consumed by the thoughts of love that we two share. He doesn't need to know that he is my king, and that I sit at the foot of his throne in wait to be his everything.......... But what he does need to know is that I love him and without him love just wont do. And I have prepared a special place for him in my heart, with hopes that he finds comfort there, and loves me the same way too. He has to know with him is where I want to be. Making him a happy man, who has love for but one woman.... me. He has to know that I would never leave him lonely. Maybe in times when I doing the being his woman thing (washing his clothes, being a mother to his children, preparing his meals), but for that split second only. He doesnt need to know that I love him so much, so lets keep this hush, it wont hurt, if he doesn't know. With words unheard, is how my love will show. |
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Tha Carter 3 Sessions - Lil Wayne
01. The Empire & Lil' Wanye - Tha Carter 3 (Intro) 00:46 02. Lil' Wanye - Did It Before (Produced By Kanye West) 03:50 (Carter 3) 03. Lil' Wanye - How You Like Me Now (Carter 3) 03:20 04. Lil' Wanye - Something You Forgot (Carter 3) 03:39 05. Lil' Wanye - Scarface (Carter 3) 02:18 06. Lil' Wanye - World Of Fantasy (Carter 3) 03:56 07. Lil' Wanye feat. Mack Maine - I Know The Future 03:33 (Produced By Timbaland) (Carter 3) 08. Lil' Wanye - What He Does (Carter 3) 03:13 09. Lil' Wanye - Help (Carter 3) 01:32 10. Lil' Wanye - Time For Us To Fuck (Carter 3) 02:36 11. Lil' Wanye feat. Mack Maine - Zoo (Produced By Rockwilder) 03:36 (Carter 3) 12. Lil' Wanye - I'm A Beast (Carter 3) 04:05 13. Lil' Wanye - Pussy MVP (Carter 3) 01:14 14. Lil' Wanye feat. DJ Khaled - Let's Talk (We The Best) 03:17 (Not On Album) 15. Lil' Wanye feat. Currency - Diamonds & Girls (Carter 3) 03:56 16. Lil' Wanye - I Feel Like Dying (Carter 3) 03:27 17. Lil' Wanye - La La La (Carter 3) 04:38 18. Lil' Wanye - C.O.L.O.U.R.S. 00:54 19. Lil' Wanye - Get It Shawty 01:17 20. Lil' Wanye - Prostitute Flange 05:18 21. Lil' Wanye feat. DJ Khaled - Brown Paper Bag (We The Best) 01:17 22. Lil' Wanye - Is It Coming Out? (Outro) 00:13
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Epiphany - T- Pain
Here's the full CD above
But i'ma still leave the singles below just in case you dont want the whole thing:
1.Tallahassee Love
www.megaupload.com/?d=FEDVD96U
2.Church[Ft Teddy Verseti]
www.megaupload.com/?d=VTT5HTG0
3.Tipsy
www.megaupload.com/?d=D68KIB89
4. Show You How
www.megaupload.com/?d=1C4GF87F
5. I Got IT
www.megaupload.com/?d=B207RD3I
6. Suicide
www.megaupload.com/?d=XK6UF05F
7.Bartender[Ft Akon]
www.megaupload.com/?d=OZAJ56SS
8.Backseat Action[Ft Shawnna]
www.megaupload.com/?d=7A6VCQVX
9.Put It Down[Ft Ray,Teddy Penderazdoun,Teddy Verseti]
www.megaupload.com/?d=WKQE52MN
10.Time Mashine
www.megaupload.com/?d=57BOB28G
11.Yo Stomach [Ft Tay Dizm]
www.megaupload.com/?d=07XB4KSI
12.Buy You A Drink[Shawty Snappin][Ft Young Joc]
www.megaupload.com/?d=DTOH089C
13.69 [Ft J Lyriq]
www.megaupload.com/?d=7CMZPX40
14.Reggae Night
www.megaupload.com/?d=EM2LQMM0
15.Shottas
www.megaupload.com/?d=0P9VJXEQ
16.Right Hand
www.megaupload.com/?d=MJC3QTJ5
17.Sounds Bad
Saturday, May 26, 2007
R&B Flavas Pt. 7
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│ Tracklisting ││ ││ 01. (00:00:09) Joanna - R&B Flavas Intro ││ 02. (00:02:40) Ciara - Represent Me ││ 03. (00:03:27) Nicole Wray - Dear Father ││ 04. (00:03:29) Lloyd - For Me ││ 05. (00:03:45) Beyonce - Flaws And All ││ 06. (00:03:10) Silena Murrell - Keep It Grimmie ││ 07. (00:02:47) Ne Yo - Drugz ││ 08. (00:01:23) Usher - Make It Rain ││ 09. (00:03:21) Ciara Feat Trey Songz - Like A Boy Rmx ││ 10. (00:03:12) Sammie - Slow ││ 11. (00:03:35) Lloyd - Players Prayer ││ 12. (00:03:23) Lloyd Ft Micheal Jackson - Get It Shawty Rmx ││ 13. (00:04:08) Keith Sweat - Love You Better ││ 14. (00:03:31) Melissa Jimenz - Wrong When Your Gone ││ 15. (00:02:17) Omarion - Beg For It ││ 16. (00:02:42) Amerie - Gotta Work ││ 17. (00:03:05) Uness - Over ││ 18. (00:03:14) One Chance - That's My Word ││ 19. (00:03:02) Robin Thicke - Sos ││ 20. (00:03:30) Beyonce - Lost Yo Mind ││ 21. (00:03:51) Sammie - It's Kool ││ 22. (00:02:05) Jagged Edge - You Hurt Me ││ 23. (00:03:03) Marques Houston - Wonderful ││ 24. (00:02:16) Macy Gray - Shoo Boo Doo ││ 25. (00:04:53) Justin Timberlake - Losin My Way ││ 26. (00:02:10) Robin Thicke - Lost Without You Rmx ││ 27. (00:00:26) Joanna Shari - R&B Flavas Outro │
Friday, May 25, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Her Mind
As I sit here, I imagine her thinking all the time
Wondering if she makes love to her thoughts, as I do mine
Hoping that I cross them, like a best friends betrayal
As her after thoughts try to avenge themselves, helplessly to no avail
Hopefully that thought will get a rights-of-passage down a path known as memory lane
I’ll wait for my light, praying all-the-while that it’s not eclipsed by someone humane
Or someone other than me, which is why I can’t help but dream of what she’s thinking
Needing to be the only thought deep enough to imply that she’d refrain from blinking
And so I refrain from the same, cuz by doing so I’d miss the oral presence of my name
Knowing that every second lost, is a possible second gained within her mental mainframe
Where she’d tell me that I would be different to that of those of a similar being
Being that I agree, I would come across to her, as an enemy to anything misleading
Vowing to never depart from her understanding without just cause or reason
Yet I’d attack her first impressions, like a hunter during open season
Or maybe I’m not on her mind, in the common sense that I’d prefer
But I’d die to be an impression at all, in the very instance that it occurs
Be that as it may, this begins and ends with my own serenity
Fighting with the very thoughts, at which I try to abstain from killing me
Contemplating that I might not even be a slight wind to her tree of emotions
But I will be that pebble to her pond, soon to be a tidal wave to her ocean
Using the only way I know, conformed into a dark and narrow path
Going with my first instinct knowing, that she’d light that passage on my behalf
Making love to a new thought, as I slip in and then out like someone needing help
Bearing witness to its climax, as I watch its deepness nurture within itself
The result being neither nothing more nor anything less than a common idea
Knowing that I haven’t been a spectator of such sincerity since the late great Aaliyah
Welcoming my new comfort, realizing that in the end, any and everything will be fine
And in her mind, our thoughts will intertwine just as settle as words in a nursery rhyme
I’m in love with her mind…..................- Syncere
Wondering if she makes love to her thoughts, as I do mine
Hoping that I cross them, like a best friends betrayal
As her after thoughts try to avenge themselves, helplessly to no avail
Hopefully that thought will get a rights-of-passage down a path known as memory lane
I’ll wait for my light, praying all-the-while that it’s not eclipsed by someone humane
Or someone other than me, which is why I can’t help but dream of what she’s thinking
Needing to be the only thought deep enough to imply that she’d refrain from blinking
And so I refrain from the same, cuz by doing so I’d miss the oral presence of my name
Knowing that every second lost, is a possible second gained within her mental mainframe
Where she’d tell me that I would be different to that of those of a similar being
Being that I agree, I would come across to her, as an enemy to anything misleading
Vowing to never depart from her understanding without just cause or reason
Yet I’d attack her first impressions, like a hunter during open season
Or maybe I’m not on her mind, in the common sense that I’d prefer
But I’d die to be an impression at all, in the very instance that it occurs
Be that as it may, this begins and ends with my own serenity
Fighting with the very thoughts, at which I try to abstain from killing me
Contemplating that I might not even be a slight wind to her tree of emotions
But I will be that pebble to her pond, soon to be a tidal wave to her ocean
Using the only way I know, conformed into a dark and narrow path
Going with my first instinct knowing, that she’d light that passage on my behalf
Making love to a new thought, as I slip in and then out like someone needing help
Bearing witness to its climax, as I watch its deepness nurture within itself
The result being neither nothing more nor anything less than a common idea
Knowing that I haven’t been a spectator of such sincerity since the late great Aaliyah
Welcoming my new comfort, realizing that in the end, any and everything will be fine
And in her mind, our thoughts will intertwine just as settle as words in a nursery rhyme
I’m in love with her mind…..................- Syncere
#1 Fan
I would say…that for my mind…..she lives…..proven evident….by the attention…..that she gives….whatever I speak….she hears…..and if my moment of clarity is hidden….then she clears….and that itself is so Syncere…..my interest has evolved for such an individual……and for her….finding a way back to me….has become an unconscious ritual….can no longer picture my being….without her….so I neglect to imagine….and I make it my duty…to keep her entertained….in spite of my absence…..not that I’d leave…but I can’t be around as much as I’d like….and if being in her presence is wrong…than I’m allergic to being right….and I’ve been allergic ever synce…..and if she felt the same…then I’m convinced…and before her…I wasn’t sure of what a #1 Fan meant….a word that seems simple….but yet….still profound…and simple no longer that word….as to how I see it now…..and she lays proof….without a sense of hesitation….in her eyes….lays my flame….fueled by nothing but admiration…..maybe it’s my looks…maybe my swagger…maybe it’s everything that I am….or maybe it doesn’t matter…..but whatever it is….that…it….is….I’m glad that I have it….and whatever feelings I put on the table…..it is she…that’ll grab it….it’s an unusual habit….but it comes without doubt…..that in my crowd of various females….it is she…that stands out….maybe she’s that damn special….or she’s the only one I’m looking for……before…..I would have said no…..but all of a sudden….I’m not so sure….a new state of confusion….yet….confusion I don’t mind….it’s just a déjà vu…of a déjà vu….that will all pass in time….don’t really wanna call her a fan of mine….so that word I won’t say….I’d rather say she’s my CeCe…..my Butta….my Parkay….and she would rather say….I’m her Goonz…or her Syn….and I don’t think that she was prepared….for the spell that she’s now in….which is the reason I think she’s fallen….not for me…but for Syncere….but he….is a part of me…which makes it all-the-more weird…I don’t know if it’s a game….or if she feels the same…..or is she just infatuated….with Syncere…as a name…..I’ve sought every possibility…..but I still can’t see….so I’ma just add every part…and sum it up…with me….cause it’s too much to wonder….but whatever the case….it’s become that much more hard….for me to look her in her face….cause it’s something I didn’t realize…until after it occurred….she’s not the only one infatuated…..Syn is also a fan of hers - Syncere
Dedicated to: Butta
Dedicated to: Butta
Dj Hitz - Laugh Now Cry Later
01. Styles P. - Intro 00:2302. Styles P. Feat. Bully - Yeah 01:4003. Jadakiss Feat. Akon - Feel Me 01:2404. Jadakiss Feat. The Game - G's Up 02:3805. Jadakiss - Dope Game 01:1806. Jadakiss Feat. Noreage - Throw Em 02:3207. Sheek Louch Feat. Bully - Fuckin Wit A Gangsta 03:4508. Sheek Louch Feat. Bullly And Ap - Cannon 03:0709. Jadakiss Feat. Styles P. And Sheek Louch - Were Back 03:5910. Styles P. Feat. Joel Ortiz - Time Is Money 03:0411. J Hood - Ice Cream 02:0412. J Hood - Sour Diesel 01:4313. Styles P. - Interlude 00:2714. Styles P. - Dead Wrong 00:5515. Team Arliss - Gettin Money 04:1016. Bully - Go Hard 01:1617. Bucky Feat. Team Arliss And Bully - Back At It 04:5218. Jadakiss - Its Me Bitches 00:2719. Sheek Louch - Excuse Me Buddy 03:4420. J Hood Feat. Chary Ary - No Problem 02:5621. Team Arliss Feat. Rashad - Stay On Top 05:2822. DJ Khaled Feat. Jadakiss, Fat Joe And Ja Rule - Ny Is Back 06:4423. Bully - 5 In Da Morning 01:3324. J Hood Feat. Chary Ary - Caliente 02:2425. Bucky - Live By The Gun 02:5226. J Hoo Feat. Chary Ary - Dynamic Duo 02:1527. Sheek Louch - We Aint Running 02:3028. Styles P. - Outro 00:25
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
The Predator Is Back - Jadakiss
01. Jadakiss - The Predator's Back (Intro) 01:14 02. Jadakiss - Last Days 02:11 03. Jadakiss - Ride Around Shining 01:32 04. Jadakiss - Pay Attention 02:49 05. Jadakiss & Sheek Louch - It's Me Bitches (Remix Pt. 2) 00:54 06. Jadakiss, Young Jeezy, R. Kelly & Bun B. - Go Getta (Remix) 03:07 07. Jadakiss - We Good (Skit) 00:33 08. The LOX - We Back 03:59 09. Jadakiss, Fat Joe, Ja Rule, DJ Khaled - New York 05:12 10. Jadakiss, N.O.R.E., Kurupt - Throw 'Em Under The Bus 03:33 11. Jadakiss, Joell Ortiz, Saigon - Hip-Hop (Remix) 03:31 12. Jadakiss, The Game, Supa Nova Slom - Salute 01:36 13. Jadakiss - The Game's Fucked Up (Skit) 00:51 14. Jadakiss feat. Styles P. - Games People Play (Remix) 01:41 15. Jadakiss - Big Mike Gettin' Money (Skit) 01:05 16. Jadakiss & John Legend - Heaven (Remix) 02:12 17. Jadakiss & Teedra Moses - International 02:48 18. Jadakiss - Al Queda Is Comin (Outro) 00:59 19. The Come Up DVD & MixTrap.com - Outro 00:51
Cold Summer - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A
For all the Jeezy lovers.....when i get my hands on the dirty version....i'll upload it...just give a lil time...ya dig!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Is This Love?
For it has entered and left me destitute
Traveling down a path in which I don’t know the root
Squandering to find what this feeling is
Pondering if this feeling is mine as well as his
Cuz my nights are haunted with his spirit
And its strength to linger has me fearing it
For I’ve never felt this feeling before
But it caused my heart’s restore
Yet I don’t know if it real or a false
Because it’s stationary but has a pulse
So my body wants to search and seek
But doesn’t no where to start without a peek
For many say it can’t be summed up by words
That actions speak louder than anything heard
So I wonder what the tingling in my body means
Why I scratch to find clues when I look like a fiend
How my aura changes when I hear the name
When I started to become insane
For I strive to know the who, what, when’s and why’s
Yet no matter what the cause I’m down to try
Have I been hexed and put under a spell
Or is the joy of finally removing my shell
For I think of him all the time
I even hear his voice in every rhyme
So what is this feeling that I feel?
Is this love thing truly real?
Traveling down a path in which I don’t know the root
Squandering to find what this feeling is
Pondering if this feeling is mine as well as his
Cuz my nights are haunted with his spirit
And its strength to linger has me fearing it
For I’ve never felt this feeling before
But it caused my heart’s restore
Yet I don’t know if it real or a false
Because it’s stationary but has a pulse
So my body wants to search and seek
But doesn’t no where to start without a peek
For many say it can’t be summed up by words
That actions speak louder than anything heard
So I wonder what the tingling in my body means
Why I scratch to find clues when I look like a fiend
How my aura changes when I hear the name
When I started to become insane
For I strive to know the who, what, when’s and why’s
Yet no matter what the cause I’m down to try
Have I been hexed and put under a spell
Or is the joy of finally removing my shell
For I think of him all the time
I even hear his voice in every rhyme
So what is this feeling that I feel?
Is this love thing truly real?
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