some bow knees not knowing who they pray to
a father with a mass of children that don't obey u
so they chant down the devil in lucifers tongue
they toss stones in glass houses when they live in one
they pray for forgiveness
but wont give u none
Egyptians prayed to the sun...
in return built a great civilization
so why god wont give US one
thats right
suffer in this life
walk the path of the nazerite
i wonder
how many bible thumpers
even read numbers
only place it teaches
how to be holy wholly
never hear this from the preachers
they just want u to hear the jesus piece
be meek..turn the other cheek
isn't THIS the nation indivisible under god
then why do god's people get it so hard...
oh yeah ..we blame that on the devil
the fork tongue liar
who spews the same lies as the priest and the choir
with they pedophiliac desires
oh they demons to
but don't they kneel to the same god as you?
im confused
but u'll quote psalms for a excuse
hey wait ...
how did us and jesus get introduced?
oh people died...
dragged..hog tied
death and toucher to all who denied
books were burned
i would go further but ur not concered
u gonna say i got the devil in me
so
let me thank the slave master now
for erasing my spirit
and giving me a new one
better than the sun
one who watches babies get stomped
and men get hung
one who watched a nation be ruled by his enemies
this goes on for centuries
i kno ...
wait...the kingdom is coming
the heathen shall scatter
wicked start running
all this suffering... this god is perfect
and the 500 years of oppression makes it all worth it
babies in africa starving
i guess they deserve it
so...i guess we can keep blaming the devil
who ever that is
since he always busy...
and it seems god never is.....
writteninpain
My pen swings sways like a pendulum
never boxed in
no box to box it in
margins dont lock me in
i write the moods life got me in
dont kno much about joy
or what i enjoy
so at times i go deep in
i script from the deep end
terrors i keep in
i just allow u a peep in
at times i scribble love
but its mostly wishing
so i loose myself in love
altered dispositions
see i lost my self to love
altered decisions
i etch the miseries
of histories mystories
homage to the ancestors that live with me
born to be heard
its in my delivery
i can feel garvey..malcolm literally spit with me
then there's erotic...
well
i describe the taste of
forbidden exchanges between strangers
locked in sex chambers
i can depict mouth tricks
and long sticks
balls u wanna juggle wit
curl up snuggle with
i wanna plant seeds of motivation
that grow into actions
so as u watch life
my words are only captions
preach womanhood to our daughters
teach our sons the universal orders
i hope u can feel the expressions in my penmanship
just remember im an artist
sensitive about his shit.....
writteninpain
THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR THE SQUINTERS
WHO RUN THEY MOUTH LIKE SPRINTERS
enter the writteninpain
SINCE U PAINT PICTURES WITH TANTED BRUSHES
LET ME GIVE UR PICTURE SOME TOUCHES
SINCE IM THE TOPIC U TOUCHING
IN UR "SECRET DISCUSSIONS"
enter the writteninpain
COME LOOK CLOSER SEE
ITS ONLY ME
WHAT IS IT U TRYING SEE
HOW SICK TEENAGE GIRLS
AFFECTED ME
SEXUALLY
NO ONE WAS THERE PROTECTING ME
SO U LABLE ME WHORE
WHAT FOR
WHEN MOST OF YALL I NEVER MET BEFORE
enter the writteninpain
I DEDICATED MY LIFE TO RAISING MY SON
DID U KNO I HAD ONE
ALONE
ON MY OWN
NAH GO TOSS STONES
SINCE 16 I BEEN GROWN
MEANING U AINT GROW UP YET
IM A STAR ..JUST AINT BLOW UP YET
I ARRIVED...JUST DIDNT SHOW UP YET
enter the writteninpain
I GREW UP LOSING FRIENDS DAILY
PROJECT BATTLEFIELD
LORD COULDN'T SAVE ME
I GREW UP WITH HALF A PARENT
SHE WAS HALF CRAZY
DIDNT KNO IF I WAS HER MAN OR HER BABY
enter the writteninpain
BULLET FRAGMENTS IN MY HEART SWIMING
REMIND ME WHY IM LIVING
SO
UR WORDS ARE LOST BEHIND ME
U DONT DEFINE ME
U CANT EVEN HURT ME
I KNO HURT
HURT IS WHEN UR UNBORN AND HER MOTHER DIE IN UR ARMS
enter the writteninpain
HURT IS WHEN U COME HOME TO A COUPLE MAKING LOVE IN UR BED
AND U LOST IN UR HEAD
CONFUSED AS WHAT TO DO
CAUSE THIS DUDE AINT U
EXCUSE ME WHAT DID U SAY
SORRY IF IT DONT EFFECT ME ANYWAY
JUDGE ME
UR JUDGEMENT DONT BUDGE ME
I HIDE MY FACE CAUSE I KNO IM UGLY
U TRY
TO BEAUTIFY
A LIFE THATS A LIE
IM NOT A OPEN BOOK
IM A 3D MOVIE
THIS IS ONLY PART ONE
enter the writteninpain
i woke up b4 the sun
headed for the block
if im a get the ones gotta punch in before the cops
i slept 3 hrs a day for that i got props
had to stay focused any second it could pop
any minute someone may wanna test ya knuckles
run up on u with a blade wanna cut you
u got rivals on every corner wanna crush u
stick up kids waiting for mistakes ready to fuck u
u wanna expand u aint got the muscle
baby on the way
no fam to love u
try hard to believe its a god above u
when u cant see the path
and where u are is all u have
when ur life is a problem
and u cant do the math
cept u can pay ur rent
if u flip this half
so u split this dutch
and u tip this bag
steam it way
dream better days
don't forget to serve them fiends these trays
narc's on rooftops
they taking pictures
informants is buying product
paying off snitches
this is no road to the riches
its a trap for the lost and ambitious
me i was babyfaced
so when it all started to cave
i was unscathed
but my boys
shoved in cells
shoved in graves
brothers knocked and locked
in critical numbers
sentenced to biblical numbers
so right now
i reminisce on the dice game
how we kept it rolling till the fights came
or the vice came
how we use to slap box
sharing chicken out the box
we would argue on the block
bout who the greatest mc...nas biggie or pac
life long friends
they gone for life
those were my brothers
we lived by it
swore by it
died by it
peace
YOUR LOVE...
has me constantly THINKING BOUT U
filling me with QUESTIONS...
why the SMILE...distorted DISTRACTIONS WHO IS SHE?
im just LEAKING THOUGHTS....FEEL ME
i was FADING AWAY
THE BROKEN HEART...LOVE SHOULD NOT HURT
im a victim of UNLOVED LOVE ...CAGED BIRD
held HOSTAGE....DROWNING
but that was BACK THEN
see its COMPLICATED....now
im reviling my self
SECURE IN MY NAKEDNESS
noticing u through SQUINTED EYES
from my VANTAGE POINT
im wondering if ur heart has SPACE FOR ME
if u can see THE U IN ME
TRUTH BE TOLD
ALL I WANT...is to GET IT IN
my heart is like paper
MAYBE u can u be MY PEN
write about MY PASSION
you have distorted my BRAIN WAVES
stopping me from BOBBIN FOR APPLES at RANDOM
but this TRANSFORMATION
as me screaming ur FIRED!!!
to those who digitally grope me
all have been FORGOTTEN EFFORTLESSLY
REALLY TRUTH FROM ME
im discovering
HOW DEEP IS UR BEAUTY
do u UNDERSTAND MY DRIVE?
can u hear THE OPENING of my heart
going crazy OVER U
i love u
wanna marry u to night
since u was NEVER A WEDDING BRIDE
lets do it right
under the moonlight
u in a dress
"more orange than white"
WHAT I FEAR...
is not living long ENOUGH
to love u forever
in TIME
we can wake up at sunrise
take AFTERNOON NAPS
as for TODAY
im looking for u
in my TOMORROW
wanna show u what im made of
BEFORE WE MAKE LOVE
u got me crazy
WITH AND WITHOUT you
feeling like...im a DIE WITHOUT U
no im not insane
just plain writteninpain
writteninlove
my production was the result of adolescent lust
for i was raised in the shadows... they spoke to me
after they would grope me
stole hope from me
i found my self raised by an idiot box
living life i wish was mine
mama hard to find
her husband whopping her behind
gun pressed to her head
knife in his chest while sleepin
mama gone
secret keeping
i have homicidal nightmares
i still see him
life is a game of solitare
my deck had to many jokers
had no chip
so it flip to strip poker
i came up back to the wall
bloody knuckles for the brawl
couldn't escape it
had to take it all
addicted to them thin lines on sheet paper
it was like the reflection from the mirror
my pen was the straight razor
shot
stabbed
unbreakable this life i have
died twice
made moses laugh
and got the devil's autograph
i prefer real enimies
over fake friends
i swim in the deep end
fighting those demonds that creep in
looking for angel's i can marry today
spread wings of love to me
til im carried away
sorry i get carried away
did u kno that i cry when i write?
and that my spirit is the ambition of moorish blood in derision
my ancestry only blessed me to test me
warriors are not life liver's
they are surviors
my mind is not based on education
but inspiration
and dedication
to never for get
the strange fruit that littered the southern highways in the south
nat turner
the zulu nation
miss evers boys
the tuskegee airmen
my great great grandfather
he use to play trumpet for Josephine baker
i got the the blues in me
shackled runaway
keeping my eye on the finger
yet never missing the heavenly glory
see the fingers on the trigger
who gunna be the next nigger
get popped
by a cop
case dropped
im sorry ...u didn't ask did u?
her last words were i loved u
then she died in my arms
so when i tell u my heart in the dirt
cause it hurts
pain is livid to me
my life is written in it
no gimmick in me
god and the devil both living in me
sometimes i lose the mask
my skin turns to glass...
i kno
i kno
u ...didn't...ask.
writteninpain
I tried to zip my lips but my spit still slipped
Wanted to know if u had a problem with me dropin my drips...
hit ur page up with a script
loose lips cause eclipse
when i kno they not listening
to busy printing in
how much digital panties im getting in
women
call me written in pleasure
no pleasure in my living
im not just a voice either
i feel like meat
and its cold in the freezer
poetry's my wife
i may mistreat her
but i wont leave her
who i am
is who i will be
me
4 that i make no apologies
I tried to zip my lips but my spit still slipped
Wanted to know if u had a problem with me dropin my drips...
along your pages
since everybody kno me so well...
They often make stages..
Create places for faces on front pages
make u to break u
love u to hate u
elevate and celebrate u
just to derate u
crown u to down u
make u think u can walk on water
just to drown u
edge close enuff to u
to dissect u
inspect u
then try to disrespect u
stuck between stations
hating and admiration
slicing off bits of imitations
calling it creation
its like sportscasters
talking a lot
about who don't have game
when they cant hit a jumpshot
even a freethrow
how can u rate
when ur rating is zero
now thats cold
writteninpain
My skin consist of..
Cement, concrete and steel
Lost within the shadows..
Of living breathing monuments
Like scared ground i'm bound to it
Them bricks, them streets
Is like my heartbeat
See my soul was born between the 5th floor and pebble beach...
Thats project talk for roof tops
Same place we made cherries pop
Hitting Cops with Rocks
as they watched my idols flip rocks for cash knots
Last night they shot Roc
Chased chino out is socks
Same rooftop
Now we letting off glocks
Keeping pigeons by the flocks
My flow was provoked by the fact we was broke
All we had was emcee dreams and ganja smoke
Plotting for breadman
Flowing over Redman
We tipped ashes in beer bottles
Them dudes u was afraid to walk pass was our role models
UR NOT FEELING ME
Im not from NY
NY is in me
Im from the BRONX
Putting flows to beats was born here
Battle bars birth place, in the first place
Virtues i hold close to me
WHO AM I SUPPOSE TO BE!!!!!
A man is defined by his words
If u not loud u wont be heard
Iron train gallops over head
Another neighbor's son is dead
Over bread
I'm from unsubtle rebutles
Turn gun scuffle
Block party one shot..
Feet shuffle
Home now avoiding piss puddles
This aint a struggle
Its the everyday hustle
Try to evade the strays and ricochets
My corner was full of dudes looking to get paid a quicker way
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!
We from
Playing tag
To tagging up
packing bags to bagging up
Acting bad to acting up
Night time play in the pool
Now its night time we playing pool
Rack'em up
One of us caught beef we all had to back 'em up
Street Boppers
Beat Boxers
Slap Boxers
My mind runs along KRS-1
See how the bridge was over before it begun
We lable the borough home of the champions
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!!!!!!!
The Bronx birth lyrical minds
Rooted pride in all our lines
The lyrical capital
We built by design
Bronx finest
Bronx bravest
Bronx ledgend
LARRY DAVIS
We went from burnt out
To Boogie Down
Timbo's Hoodied down
Before Blood's and Crypts came along
It was Spades, Latin Kings and Decepticons
Find the X on the map
Thats where the verbal treasures at
Where rhyme flow is measured at
Its just what we better at
Gun fights at Midnight
By morning mural in the lobby
Beer's and candles
His moms trippin to much to handle
Both her son's were killed to set an example
They were bronx legends
Babe Ruth..Mickey Mantle
Just because of how they played the game...
Now they gone price of fame
R.I.P besides they name
Moment of silence....
Big Tiny
Black
Remo
Martin Santiago
Nelson Blanco
Mike Moore
Mike was 14 when they put two in his chest
He was only dating a spanish girl
Her brothers kept warning him...
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!!!!!!!
To many of my tears watered Woodlawn cemetary
Miles Davis is there
I would write poems on his tomb when ever i was feeling Kind of Blue
They took Scott La Rock before Criminal Minded dropped
This is for Tariq and Peter Guns
This is for
Morris Houses
Edenwald
Mott Haven
The Bronx is home
Kiss the pavement
but...UR NOT FEELING ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Writteninpain
i wrote this while listening to a Eryk Moore track....the show we was doing that week was about where u from...so it hit me....i get home sick a lot.....so writing this was just there.....it just took me there.
Check out the subtext or dissect my dialect
Minuscule insects swatted by intellect
Inject self respect into your cerebral cortex
Or get snapped, trapped in a verbal vortex
Who Am I ?
The opener of eyes
Revealer of iconic lies
Where history lies
Wisdom's words never wasted on the wise
Religion is division
See it
Third eye vision
Between divination and translation
The truth got missin'
But the proof not missin'
Those scared of the light might not listen
Religion was created to control the masses
Gods were created to put fear in their asses
Myth becomes legend
When enough time passes
Legends become lies
The truth burns to ashes
Churches become cash stashes
Religion is big business
CAN I GET A WITNESS?
Followers need leaders
Lies need believers
A nation founded by crooks
Yet...
You don't investigate who gave you the books
Taught you to pray and who to obey
Could it be true?
He without spirit
Spiritually cultivated you
Are we to rejoice at slavery
Because he who enslaved brought Jesus to me
What became of the Gods of my ancestry
Let's get this right....
I reject my God
Because through slavery
This white man saved me
So after the whipping and the raping
Served the God...
That HE gave me
If that don't sound crazy
Catholics tell us Virgins are having babies
How can you gain logic
From the homo-erotic
Meek, Sweet, Turn the other cheek
He doesn't even follow the words that he speaks
Everything he told you
Part of the system built to control you
Waiting for a new age prophet
Not for profit
All I see is creatures in pimp outfits
Begin your mental transformation
Free your mind from the Plantation
Fight fear
Evoke a spiritual emancipation
Yoshua to Jesus
Illogical translation
Yoshua means the way to the light
Jesus means HEY ZEUS
Something isn't write
Some may see this as blasphemous
Yet... Can't understand why they laugh at us
They netted, sold, bought and branded us
Yet... We bow to the God they handed us
They netted, sold, bought and branded us
Yet... We bow to the God they handed us
They netted, sold, bought and branded us
Yet... We bow to the God they handed us
FREE YOUR MIND!!!!
writteninpain
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