Greed Bling and the Game

They say the clothes make the man
but the MAN makes the clothes
He tells you ain't shit without these kicks
makin sure you maintain the ghetto mentality
not carin' about how they can cause a Fatality
i wish it was fiction but it's all a reality
the amount of killins over gear proves human mortality
while you shop to satisfy your Id
just remember it was made by some little kid
buyin' somethin cuz u simply adore it
remember that it was made by someone who never wore it
let alone can they afford it
a line around the corner for some 'FUCKIN Jordans
Shit is enough to make you sick
Why go around jockridin on some multimillionaires dick?
i'll be damned if i take a $150 pair of shoes off the shelves
if i do motherfuckas betta tie themselves

I'll be damned if i become the product of these products
Producing young minds into buying out stores and selling out dreams
And selling these things to support the habit
Of just wanting to
have shit
And i see the greed in their eyes
In the eyes of these guys cryin and dyin to jus be seen
Bleeding and feindin for the glance of fame on the tv screen
Finding love in nothing but green fading dreams into C.R.E.A.M
And i want to resurrect him and strip him of clothes
To show him love and let him know im not here for a fasion show

Selling these things for bling and supporting these melodramatic rappers
who by the way, are just 2-bit overpaid actors
Matter of fact, the facts of the matter is they borrow the shit they rock
so remember that the bling u dyin to cop rappers is doin the same thing
they as desperate as you for that brolic chain swing
so as you reach out to snatch a touch of bling stop wonder ponder and think
is a taste of bling
the platinum chain swing what you really need?
or is it something to satisfy your greed?
Greed is a state of mind
it infects everyone time after time
that's all you here from rappers line for line, rhyme for rhyme
this need for and love of greed helps continue this nations state of malcontent and unsuccesful fashion shows

Greedily infecting the weak willed children...souls on sale for shit in front of buildings. Building blocks upon bricks and its times like these that i WISH the block was hot. Times like these where i peeped those crack rocks for their ears. Contaminating drums wit beats so tired lulling us to whack rapper's lonely dreams. Seemingly blind to this plague of living soley to get paid. Homicide invading the space between the headphones and the brain. And sometimes i wanna cry and do some phenominal Graffiti on the trains of thought of these MC's gone bad. Give them some dope metaphors that i never even knew i had. If i had limbs that long i'd hug all these candy-rappers and build some strong chemistry...but until then...mothaFUCK the industry

ever heard of simple respect whatever happened to kickin the shit outta someone for the truth?
guarunteed i'll go to jail for breaking this kids neck
does it ever stop
i'm scared of losing my mind

i'm hungry
for life
for money
i've kept calm
taken a breath
counted
1-10
and then from 10-20
and then i quit
cuz it didn't help
i need a job
ever want to hit someone you never see?
and you see them and nearly lose control?
lying, backstabbing, sack of sloth shit
whoooo i get angry thinking about them
please give me strength
i hate people
and facebook/twitter hoes
hop off the jock please
i'm not fucking you
and i won't fuck you
chances are i don't want to deal with you
i don't even like some of the people i do deal with
i can count on my fingers and toes whos truly important to me
and whos gonna be there for me
and if you have to THINK about it
then it's not you
you just KNOW when it's like that

8 7 24

I awake suddenlyin a cold sweat

unable to breathe as if the world is pressing heavily onto my chest

i slowly realize it is,

i've failed the test

i am not a super man

or the kind of man i want to be

and there i laid not wanting to move,

giving up, ready to lose

i feel like i've been running a race all my life, against myself, and the other guy keeps winning

failing to breathe for fear of living

living only because i'm too stubborn to quit

screaming on the inside, on the outside i'm grinning

i lied smiling isn't my thing

I set my own style and

i'm waiting for the opportunity to spit in the eye of the beholder

with the weight of the world on my chest i begin to float away

and begin to trek a path for those to follow in my footsteps lightyears away

i don't tread carefully i just tuck my head and pray

i rush in, blind and alone with a warcry that defies life, that's empowered by those who have suffered throught the tragedies of history, the mothers who lost children, and those with the drive to fight back

battling posers and those with more heads than the hydra

as clouds form and lightning strikes i stand alone bloodied and worn

above the downtrodden souls who failed to take the first step towards their dreams as they lay there beaten and torn

i see on the horizon my dreams stare back at me proud to see taking  my first steps towards them

as i begin to make my journey lightning strikes me as if punishment for attempting success

and i see my dreams being kicked, punched, and spit on by "standards, rules, and structures"

I begin to run towards them with speed only comparable to the super powers of jesus.

I see everything that holds me back growing larger than the Titans who stormed Mt. Olympus, My Height, Self Esteem, Anger, Fear, Jealousy, Hate, and Lack of Confidence all begin to destroy the good in my life:

Hope, Faith, Love, Strength, Honesty, and Happiness and all I can do is watch as I run with the knowlege that they never stood a chance

as i reach the scene, the victors walk away as each part of the positive fades away.  Love, the strongest of all, attempts to get up. Fear turns around and spits in his face, and love gives way.

As I sit here piecing back the positive parts of my life back together

i feel  the negative growing

suddenly i look around and Love, Strength, Hope, Faith, Honesty, and happiness stand up like true soldiers one by one, battered and bruised,

 armed only with each other take one last look at me, nod and head back towards the battle smiling and laughing amongst one another

i ask,"Why do you smile, why fight if you're outnumbered and you always lose?"

Hope turns around and sheds a tear

Happiness turns and says," because we draw strength from each other, as long as one remains, we all do.  Any small victory makes us stronger, we grow until one day we will over come the negative completely, and if that day never comes we will continue fighting 8 7 24"

 

As i watch these weary  tired beaten soldiers move on to the next battle

lightning strikes down at me, this time i strike back shaking everything down to the core, turning time on its head  and reversing the poles turning north south and south north

i look over at my dreams stand tall over the bodies of standards, rules, and structure and they smile once again in my direction, this time missing a considerable amount of teeth.

i come back with renewed vigor, heave the world back onto my shoulders, taking on the responsibility to make the impact no other has.  An enraged soul in a cage waiting for release to join the fray with the positive, my dreams and to finally beat the other guy...

The Un Poem

Hold your breath for as long as you can or UNtil you finish the poem, and you'll begin to grasp how i feel

Un-requited, UN-expressable, UN-returned love

UN-intelligable, UN-excited, UN-relenting

UN-understanding of love, of life,of anything

UN-touchable,

standing right next to me but can't touch like i have no appendages,

like i'm UNable to move with my own free will

jailed in, locked up, imprisoned, blocked in, bound, caged, confined, enslaved, ensnared, imprisoned, in custody, incarcerated, locked up, penned, restricted, subjugated, UN-free

a constant hurt, UN-affected by affection

wishing for a look, a touch, a kiss,

wishing for more than what i have

more than what is

dreams of:

stolen kisses

stolen carresses

nervous glances taken and run with

waking up seeing things in a new light

an impossibility

like Prometheus being chained to the rock

in an endless world of pain and regret

but back to the real and not the metaphors

i've tried to prove my worth and to no avail

shut down at every turn

and yet i keep trying

hoping to break through

to smash down the walls

to shine in the over oppressing UNknown

a classic Underachiever

attempting to UNdo what had been done and re-done

UNrivaled in your ways of expression

UNgiving in your expression of self

UN-believing in the endless professions of love

UNable to breath near you

my heart beats UNcontrolably fast

my last wish is always UN-stated

my hopes UN-satiated

and i sit here, and under achiever, attempting to over achieve

to do what seems the impossible to me.

when i know in reality who has been a success at this

doing what i have been UNable to do

proving his worth where i can't

unrivaled in my success at failing you

i've grown aware that i'm not the one

so i'm un-wishing my wish

taking a step back

and slipping into the UN-intelligable, UNtouchable UNknown