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Friday, October 20th, 2006
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8:38 am - Veracity Collection
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When left to myself my melody wants to lull me to sleep violently, but I know love will not allow that to happen. For if I sleep I can’t live b/c I will never want to wake again. Putting myself to sleep then is merely the easy way out and ambivalence is the drive behind my conclusion—151. Inquietude gave me veracity, but veracity vindictively overtook the world and my support doesn’t care for me no more, that’s for sure. Longing to obtain something that I know I don’t need but it is the only thing that is consistent with me. I can stand truth and knowledge but I fall for the truth and the knowledge and I’ve learned that in my premature years before college. White girls, White smoke, white powder, which has my power.
Part I
My empty seat
Had itself a bite to eat
and—
it took on the redolent stench of slavery
Braver be—
I am what I’m not meant to be
My trustful skin and contained soul was sent 2 me
Veracity—
Ought to be what got to me—
Not animosity—
Part II
Lack of people—excess of evil
January springs from youth
Tooth, decayed from their bite out of crime
Time—its nefarious veracity
Cautiously, my tears are displayed on the church
windows—stained glass now stained with my sin
Akin to being verbose with my unshaved soul
With my lack of words,
Where do I go?
Part III
Inauspicious shadows speak to my skin
from the sun
Words from Love’s inculcated lips
causes me to run
My heart—an overly used chimney—explodes
and exposed to contaminate the air
Sip from our galaxy and become tipsy
with a punditry’s venomous glare
Repent and be Baptized as I rise form lies
because…
Only real eyes realize real lies
current mood:  Heated
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| Wednesday, September 13th, 2006
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8:53 am
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damn it's been a minute since my descendents have had decent rents
from way back in tha day when niggaz was in tents
their own spokes that held their home in place
to the cross where we were crucified for race
despized by hate, dead to be, by fate and deadly, can't relate
wat you mean you can't relate? you still on tha corner with your white mate
tha white that you bake a cake with, to shake jake kid
i don't get how you can condone you son to have his fist get shown and known
to your own daughter's face...
call her a nigger lover and reshape the bone's of your daughter's face...
my boy is in jail and he can't so shit to stop it
i'm about to cop shit, cuz a cop won't do shit to stop it...
Give me the key to unlock it... and my boy can come out and the block we hit and the cop gets nicked, as we go over to her crib to stop this shit...
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| Thursday, August 24th, 2006
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4:36 am
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i hide from reality in my music, i take my dreams and life then fuse it
too much to drink aint fair to the way i think
i haven't slept since sunday night, and i can't make a link--
connect the dots-- liein' sayin' that i love you lots
i have to let the truth conqeur the fear of escapin' my lips
have it desensitized to more often it takes those trips
i need to stop drinkin'... it's not good for you...
words of advice of a drunk guy who hasn't slept since sunday night...
current mood:  drunk
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| Thursday, July 6th, 2006
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9:35 am - Old Shit
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feel the up-rise of my de-mise
Even muh soul cries, I’m livin’ death based on lies
Sirens got muh coffin with tha right size
No snitches in tha courtroom when muh nigga testifies
I’m Never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished like Pac
Notoriety got you yearning for my ass to get shot
Neosporin heals muh scars from tha battle wounds I got
Foreign heat gets hot; I pull up in my jeep and I cock
I pull it out when it’s 9 on tha dot
I’m in tha jeep, you on your feet
Pop out tha heat, got your whole block looking like a track meet
Bump up tha music and unload muh clips to a beat
Ahaa, you got chicken, I got beef,
And you know I shoot better than Kobe on his winning streak
This is how we do, hit you up and you got no clue
Bout who it is cuz I’m a mastermind
Makin’ sure I hit up tha whole spot jus to pass tha time
When will you learn that I really don’t care?
I’ll light you up just to outshine tha whole Times Square
Crimez is bare, arrested for a lock of hair, booked for muh cocky stare
Rocky’s dare, go ahead and hit me wit a punch line
I eat you up and spit you out like its lunchtime
I upped this verse to make it a glamour rhyme
So you best move your feet out this room like it’s hammertime
Before your ignorant babblin’ mouth dissipates, damn your mind
Think you can see when you really blind
Actin’ mad hard when you’re really kind
Fake rappers thinkin’ I’m gassin’ your ass an’
When you know you move fast when,
You see me come round in tha hood blastin’
Muh new CD rollin’ in cash an’, I’m BIG when you lookin’ like you fastin’
Caution, I’m an educated black man, I eat muh enemy’s girl like I’m pacman
Muh track can, make you lose your mind like you lose your keys
The Man says freeze, but I’m loaded wit ki’s, so I dodge and I weave
Slip away wit cash and muh trees, when you’d probably be there sayin’ No PLEASE!!!
Here take all the weed I have on me and the cocaine,
I had a gun and I killed some no name,
Confessin’ all you’ve done since you entered tha game
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy to a friend
MLK Jr. said, but love leads niggaz to a dead end,
Gots ta be the shooter, before you get shot,
Gots ta sell all tha weed before they guns get hott
Gots ta hide that heat, before you get caught
But then again, better to be caught wit it than caught without one
So always carry that nine that eagle, that gun!
current mood:  tired...
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| Wednesday, July 5th, 2006
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5:54 pm - DAMN...
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Damn it's been a minute since i updated...'erbody tell me how thangz is goin'...
current mood: frustrated
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| Sunday, December 25th, 2005
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9:22 pm
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I feel death is nearer to me
life got its bullets clearer to me
They on they way to pierce my soul
Leave me on tha sidewalk with tha ill hole
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| Saturday, December 24th, 2005
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11:48 am
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"Everytime somebody dies a child is born so i give thanks to whoever gave their life for the birth of myself."
Bring Life to Life!!!
Hey Keep ya head up and never let it down 4 REAL!!!
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| Tuesday, October 4th, 2005
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3:04 pm
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How can we be saved if we’re already in Hell
Enslaved but still expected to prevail
We fail too poor no money for bail
Eviction notices sent in the mail
Sistahs bodies for sale
But in tha mornin’ they lain out cold and pale
White dude did it, cops say no trail
But if a brotha they be willin’ to kill
Look at us so much maybe we jus abnormal and have a tail
Slavery erased, gone with no trace
No memorial to replace the tragedy
Yet so many casualties, no more bargain pleas
Got you on your knees, beat you till burn then freeze
Plant some ki’s, a knife, a gun, and some stolen car keys
But it was “self-defense,…he attacked me”
The chief nods and agrees, they’re pleased
But my belongings seized, put in orange attire with sounds of keys
Which are sounds of freedom, back to Hell.
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| Friday, September 16th, 2005
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3:39 pm
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Inspiration changed to another name,
Love diverts to another's soul,
One passion is dead, the other a burning flame,
Should i let it stay or let it go.
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| Wednesday, July 27th, 2005
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2:17 am
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| Thursday, June 23rd, 2005
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1:23 am
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DAMN i miss my girl. i'm in New York and she's back in Dorchestor,MA. she's my rock and my foundation. i wont see her till next week. DAMN i miss her. I love her soo much and i can't sleep at night cuz she's on my mind.
current mood:  In LOVE
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| Thursday, June 9th, 2005
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8:55 am
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i'm outta skool!!
Went to tha beach yesterday.
i had to keep remindin' myself that i was taken lol. cuz i ain't no playa.
i don't start work till july and i'm bout to go to the bahamas in July too. then florida in August. summer is gon' be HOTT!
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| Tuesday, June 7th, 2005
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10:30 am
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Yo the other night me and my niggaz threw a block party
So many nines got it lookin’ like a glock party
Grandmothers and kids, mothers and babies
Addicts and fiends, whylin’ out goin’ crazy
Big Pimps wit they ladies
Niggaz tryin’ ta play me
That shit don’t even faze me
What you wanna say g
Fuck it went back to my stoop
Niggaz is getting’ crazy from loosin’ they loot
Slick ran up out this place
20 minutes later he came back wit another face
2 niggaz headed heated from being defeated
when they walked in no one was seated
All my niggaz reachin’ but I stay cool
Fake niggaz runnin’ afraid of this fool
Duckin’ buck shots, runnin’ and wievin’
Stay just as sly as if I’m thievin’
Like I’ma let that shit go down, clown
I walk first, get mad close and let my glock burst
Noise is surroundin’ this place
Sirens glarin’ off my face
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7:39 am
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Shit is so fucked up! ahh i'm so pissed and i don't know what i'm capable of especially when i'm HiGh as hell. fuck it i'm bout to explode wit some Henny in me.
current mood:  Fuck it
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| Tuesday, May 31st, 2005
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8:46 am
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Tha Splizit
Jus tryin’ ta get by on tha streets, beats flowin’ to tha rhythm of my heart, start ta freestyle, lay it down solid as concrete, but smooth as bile, smile, yeah right, fight wit rhymez deadlier than rapper’s delight, can you get it through yo thick head, they scopin’ us with they inferred, like we gon’ go somewhere while we in bed, well maybe that all depends on the bitch that’s givin’ head, I said what I said and I ain’t gon’ take it back, lack to follow my rulez, this rap epidemic is takin’ over your schoolz, poolz of blood drawing card sharks from across tha way, hey hey hey, who wants ta play, I ain’t gay jus flowin’ like Fat Albert, hurt ya feelings like I’m doing dealings in your preppy ass hood, feed ya to the fishies and then act like it’s all good, you should just let me be, before the constraints of probation let me free, see how I can take you out in a matter of milliseconds, not even enough time for you to take notes for this lesson, niggaz don’t want to beef wit a grown ass nigga, how do you figga your life is gon’ be like in a couple of years, when you lost all your peers, and your too tough to let your fears turn into tears, spears pierce your side like you tha Christ, or tha Godson like what Nas thinks of his life, a wife and three kids lock down for strife, it’s 10 o’clock at night, when some niggaz’ll jus comin’ out into tha light, sight distorted by tha cocaine you jus snorted, reported an OD down tha street, damn my nigga’ll never again stand on his feet, or let a word out ta speak, bleak day cuz tha night was off the hook, take time in tha morn ta really get a good look at reality, it’s sad ta see, niggaz diein’ when all they doin’ is tryin’ ta live the life that was chose for them, and peoples jus wanna ignore him, like let’s kill him and store him, nobody’ll be lookin’ for him, like I’ma let that shit go down on my block, reload tha glock, if you talk too much I’ll show you what tha tech about, yeah I’m stressin’ out, tryin’ ta figure out, how I’ma get through this next week, so that I’ll still be able to merely speak, snuck out tha house to face less hell then in the place I call home, tranced in a zone, where I’m strugglin’ on my own, company disconnected the phone, nothing can bring me up not even a Sunday cone, or a shot of perone, uneven flow there to emphasize, the truth of the game that you should realize, Friday night ain’t perfect and all that shit happen for a real reason, like 50 I’m here for a real reason, he got hit like I got hit but he ain’t fuckin’ breathin’, you damn heathen, release in my dogz from my hood, and they gon’ tall you what’s good, should you mess up and get your ass blasted, when you in your bed like fat bastard, separate you like Diddy’s band did, don’t try kid, cuz I ain’t afraid to unload my clips, on you heretics, you should be scared of this, cuz I have 100% probability that I wont miss, then back in tha bed and give your girl a kiss, lunatics that try to come at me, I’ll send them on a path that ain’t happy, give you nightmares that even scares his health, wealth and power got me switchin’ to stealth mode, travel tha globe, but I’ll never find a place such as my ghetto, I even get though, you couldn’t survive one day wit me, nigga don’t try to play me, cuz hell even thinks that I’m crazy.
current mood: Fuck it
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| Thursday, May 26th, 2005
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3:03 pm
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Shit is Hott now. Sumthin's bout to jump off. all my niggaz is watchin' they backs. i gots ta do tha same before shit happens to me. shit got me paranoid. whateva jus tryin' ta survive.
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| Monday, May 23rd, 2005
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12:44 pm
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Glimmering hope in the eyes of those who have no ties to money, always light but never sunny, funny how life always gets you on your knees, please have mercy when I was the one who nursed thee, treat me better than your weed, you got to try to succeed, plead to get your voice, even though we have freedom of choice, my society says that I’m just another statistical figga, trigger, my inner vision, like Jay-Z’s collision course, force justice, out of this chaos ness, stress glowing in my eyes, lies permeating and complifies, restate the constitution, cause there must be a confusion, illusion of destitution, and your not getting it right, no matter if we’re peaceful or fight, sight is limited to the streets that blind me, find me in my ghetto maze, haze my way, life’s a prison when you live around clowns, towns of people with and without guns both lethal, in life there is no sequel, peek through the cracks of society’s holes, living life like it’s the hand you chose, close the door on your dream, craving for it like a fiend, clean off the dirt that’s on your shoulders, hearts are getting colder, as I’m getting older, no daughter because you sold her, for your next high, die before you get to live, stiff from standing still too long, wrong doings, heart of your soul spewing, packing rockets like Patrick Ewing, doing what you don’t want to do, but somebody’s got to do it, like cleansing up tha ghetto’s messy bit, take a hit to the dome, penetrates as if it’s stirophome, all alone, ringing in your head like a phone, soon you can fly through the ghetto and not be shot, not have your heat get hott, spot the corner with nobody on it, fiends, crack-addicts and prostitutes passing for teens, split your spleens, just for some paper that’s green, you know what I mean when I aks if you can cop one, smoke until the joint’s done, no fun when your moms is high and hott as hell, thinkin’ that that last moment she could’ve fell, sell everything she got just to please her internal aspiration, contemplation not even in this situation, concentration is set on weed, that’s all she needs, walking at high-speeds, leads on you to go to jail, they are right on your tail, sail on your boat ride, then get back and hide, not knowing which side, that is the best, for her, not for the rest of us, we can just hop on a bus and go to Philly, and she wouldn’t care she’ll still be actin’ a fool and being silly, fill me in on the joke if there’s something to laugh about, crying silently but out loud, doubt tha street life, when you beat your wife, concluding with a knife, in your back, track is left behind of your footsteps, reps is goin’ down, people disappearing without a sound, bound to the constraints that you put on me, free my inner conscious, launches of marathons of words, herds of niggaz in orange attire, fire your freestyle like the words are hostile, file as a job to feed your fam., it’s like hell working for this Uncle Sam, but he’s the Man who supposedly let me be free, when I walk down tha street and people try to avoid me, but how can I trust you , when I can’t trust me, picture myself a old man, a old g, some niggaz will conversate with liers all day, just afraid to listen to the truth of what I say, I play my enemies like I play ball, fall?! Never that, not even my hat, keep it fresh out the box like a pair of nikes, got more street credit than Spike Lee, you want to fight me, winning for you is unlikely, tightly woven together, sever what was once inseparable, pull it back and let it go, explode the glock on your block like a bomb, fire from the gun, fire on tha wall, that’s all, theres’ nothing more you could do to improve what is already on its path to becoming extinct, think of how you blink, let it sink in, linking clues together to solve the crime, watching the game because you bet a dime on the Lakers, fakers tryin’ to mimic my lines, I give them fines they wont live to repay, stay safe and don’t play if you can’t play rough, tough to catch up, you can’t even tag along, make a sane, short or lone, but don’t try to get anything right because this world’s contemplation is wrong, Common sense is gone, long to have the American dream, seem to live life like you tha shit, tha center of attention and of the world, give your girl the same treatment to that of a middle eastern, burn like usher when you can’t discern, wrong from right, too much wind to fly a kite, grab a bite to eat, your feat that you accomplished aint worth meat, wipe your feet before you enter the house, actin’ happy like Mickey Mouse, pounce on your prey like a lion, pray to whatever you confide in, abide in this world that gets drunk with gin, win the set but lose the game, fame is deranged, change the meaning of love to that of hate, wit, it already has that characteristic, pick your friends not your nose, are they really friends or foes, who knows, close your eyes that are full of pain, sane is the state of mind that I’m in, for right now, how can grace be shown to the disrespectful, neglectful, check it fool, that’s LIFE.
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| Friday, May 20th, 2005
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8:44 am
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| Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005
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3:07 pm
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"Everytime somebody dies a child is born so i give thanks to whoever gave their life for the birth of myself."
I got this from urban focus and i thought that it was cool. thanks too.
current mood: loved
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| Monday, May 2nd, 2005
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11:34 am
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Slumber under the bright warm darkness,
Where the restless leaves are the color of envy.
Where the night's shadows aren't scary anymore,
And the wind carries the kiss that she did send me.
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