She ain't right...
it's like she memorized everything
or was late walking to the bus stop
or made a left turn on Evergreen
But I ain't been left for dead
so it's right that I'm living
felt like he was talking to me,
when he said "Father forgive 'em"...
I'm not so blinded to the point that I was unable
to see where I needed to jump clear over the table
to tackle my opposition, conquer my many addictions
Took off my shades, it was time to face the fiction
Stared the light in the eyes; they call me Ray C.
so I'm dead...or the ghosts of the greats chase me
Fact is, my decisions aren't the best ones
My life often crashes, God says it's a test run
Dad's seen his only child shine bright,
guess you could say I'm the best Sun
But Darkness falls...like the day Malik Sealy died
Still alive...propped up on Red Bull and can't stop
blew 20K on bullshit, I got my Ross on and copped
Wish I could just be like Plies and lie about being Akon
but Akon lied about being A con, so it's twice the night
and that's double the lying, double the sleep I keep
double the sheep I should see with my eyes wide shut
but she's got me wide open and I can't see shit...
She's got my heart, but she ain't a culprit...
I handed that shit off...don't want returns
just to keep it out the icebox for fear of freezer
burn....
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Only Girl...(2007)
I wish I had an excuse...
some type of reason to fall back on
but I have nothing.
if she were candy,
I could blame the sugar rush...
blame the taste if it were liquor,
Milkshake?
Blame Kelis for making it thicker...
or what if I could keep it on the hush?
I wouldn't need an excuse at all.
If she could only be a product of coffee beans...
I mean if she were caffeine you'd understand...
sympathize with me and my helpless stance.
She's a bitch of sorts...but I mean, if she were a BAD bitch??
It wouldn't be thoughts wondering if I'm smokin' that shit.
But she's not a bad bitch...just a mad bitch really...
And I can't shake her, she's all-defensive...
puts me in pensive moods and tells me to remember...
when there was noone around, had no friends...
who was it I could depend?
Her...always there, even with no means to my ends...
How dare I turn my back on her...now or ever?
I can never leave Depression alone...
some type of reason to fall back on
but I have nothing.
if she were candy,
I could blame the sugar rush...
blame the taste if it were liquor,
Milkshake?
Blame Kelis for making it thicker...
or what if I could keep it on the hush?
I wouldn't need an excuse at all.
If she could only be a product of coffee beans...
I mean if she were caffeine you'd understand...
sympathize with me and my helpless stance.
She's a bitch of sorts...but I mean, if she were a BAD bitch??
It wouldn't be thoughts wondering if I'm smokin' that shit.
But she's not a bad bitch...just a mad bitch really...
And I can't shake her, she's all-defensive...
puts me in pensive moods and tells me to remember...
when there was noone around, had no friends...
who was it I could depend?
Her...always there, even with no means to my ends...
How dare I turn my back on her...now or ever?
I can never leave Depression alone...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
[Sometimes]
Sometimes you just want understanding
Not from others about yourself;
But from you...about you.
Sometimes you just want to be carefree,
To have days from your childhood
..Like things used to be.
Sometimes you want to forgive...
But you can't, so you're at fault.
And sometimes you're at fault,
But you don't know how...you just know you are.
Sometimes you want to protect everyone you know,
And sometimes you know that it's impossible...
But sometimes you try anyway.
Sometimes you want to get off on an early exit,
because you KNOW there's traffic ahead;
...But you never do.
But sometimes you always want to,
and the people around you don't understand that...
So sometimes you just turn the music up,
play what they want to hear to shut them up.
Sometimes you wish it all would just come easy:
The dream house, dream job, dream spouse...
And sometimes you realize that they are called dreams for a reason.
Sometimes your faith wavers,
But you see everybody else faking like theirs doesn't...
So sometimes you fake right alongside them...
Sometimes you have all the right answers, all the right moves...
And sometimes you just don't know anymore.
Sometimes in a room full of people is the best place to hide,
While sometimes isolation by choice...
feels like assisted suicide.
There are moments when you want to just cry
when no one is looking,
But sometimes it feels like some one always has their eye on you...
Sometimes you want to do something good for someone,
But you question if they question your motives.....
...Because sometimes they do.
Sometimes an ex friend,
or ex love reappears in your life,
And sometimes you miss them for who they are,
or who they were...
Sometimes you get real close to saying something,
Then you wonder aloud why you should even bother.
Sometimes you meet people who are superb human beings...
And sometimes you aren't what they need, and vice versa...
Sometimes you feel like a complainer, instead of an explainer...
So you stop explaining, and you don't understand why no one understands.
Sometimes, even after three hundred and seventy four words,
you still haven't said what you wanted to say.
And sometimes, it's better that it ends that way.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Mirror In The Man
I regret the day I got rid of the mirrors...
now all that's left is the smoke...
and the picture couldn't be any clearer.
Oh beautiful, beautiful self...
Where have you run off to this time?
Every now and again it seems
that I must remind you where home is.
I'm not built for "When in Rome"
or how long it took to build it;
Seven days only makes me weak.
It's hard to speak for myself without
you in front of me as a reminder;
the rest of the world is plenty dark,
but yet continues to be a blinder.
And I discovered your importance
the first time I lost you,
now I'm pretty sure I don't need a memory jog.
But me not needing a reminder does not equate
to me not wanting to see you, look you in the face.
See, I'm lost without you...
".Now backwards is Everything
,thru shine to start lies true
World the to connect my are You"
I was saying the same thing...
Everything is backwards now.
True lies start to shine thru,
You are my connect...to me.
I don't know about myself
things haven't been the same since you've gone
Food doesn't seem to quite have that same taste...
and my ears refuse to listen to the same songs.
We're far too much alike, you and me are
and we've been around each other forever...
through it all, we've made it this far
So...let's start back our mornings together,
you as the first face I see and vice versa...
so I can finally look you in the eye again,
and find the part of me that I had lost.
now all that's left is the smoke...
and the picture couldn't be any clearer.
Oh beautiful, beautiful self...
Where have you run off to this time?
Every now and again it seems
that I must remind you where home is.
I'm not built for "When in Rome"
or how long it took to build it;
Seven days only makes me weak.
It's hard to speak for myself without
you in front of me as a reminder;
the rest of the world is plenty dark,
but yet continues to be a blinder.
And I discovered your importance
the first time I lost you,
now I'm pretty sure I don't need a memory jog.
But me not needing a reminder does not equate
to me not wanting to see you, look you in the face.
See, I'm lost without you...
".Now backwards is Everything
,thru shine to start lies true
World the to connect my are You"
I was saying the same thing...
Everything is backwards now.
True lies start to shine thru,
You are my connect...to me.
I don't know about myself
things haven't been the same since you've gone
Food doesn't seem to quite have that same taste...
and my ears refuse to listen to the same songs.
We're far too much alike, you and me are
and we've been around each other forever...
through it all, we've made it this far
So...let's start back our mornings together,
you as the first face I see and vice versa...
so I can finally look you in the eye again,
and find the part of me that I had lost.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Elementary Life
The world is filled with snakes;
I feel like a gardener in a global greenhouse...
there's so much beauty before my face,
but so much venom that I need to weed out,
Extracted...siphoned...
all for the sake of the world becoming ripened.
The country has force-fed us lies like kindergarten naptime
It's been happening folks' entire lives, when do we rise?
When do we move on past the fairytales and get real,
or is it all a movie in which I choose my fate within a pill?
The city is filled to the brim with outlooks set to dim...
there are flashes of light here and there,
...nevermind, that's just the slow glow off of some fool's rims.
Grim is expected these days
and we've got people walking around playing 'Reaper'...
with the rising costs of burials,
it's probably cheaper to keep her.
The community no longer cares...
for one another OR their brothers,
True lies portrayed when they say
that they love to one another...
Smooth grooves in the midst of rough edges...
like soft eyes in a hard face
Often pushed against the rock,
but usually ended up next to a hard place
She deserves more but realizes less,
I guess she don't know enough...
Growing old, bitter, scarred and alone...
Rockin' to the beat of a world where the band plays on...
but no one hears the music. They just face it.
I feel like a gardener in a global greenhouse...
there's so much beauty before my face,
but so much venom that I need to weed out,
Extracted...siphoned...
all for the sake of the world becoming ripened.
The country has force-fed us lies like kindergarten naptime
It's been happening folks' entire lives, when do we rise?
When do we move on past the fairytales and get real,
or is it all a movie in which I choose my fate within a pill?
The city is filled to the brim with outlooks set to dim...
there are flashes of light here and there,
...nevermind, that's just the slow glow off of some fool's rims.
Grim is expected these days
and we've got people walking around playing 'Reaper'...
with the rising costs of burials,
it's probably cheaper to keep her.
The community no longer cares...
for one another OR their brothers,
True lies portrayed when they say
that they love to one another...
Smooth grooves in the midst of rough edges...
like soft eyes in a hard face
Often pushed against the rock,
but usually ended up next to a hard place
She deserves more but realizes less,
I guess she don't know enough...
Growing old, bitter, scarred and alone...
Rockin' to the beat of a world where the band plays on...
but no one hears the music. They just face it.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Hard To/Safe To Say
*inspired by my friend's life.
I find it hard to say
that I lead a life filled with pain,
prescription pills + treatments,
all aim to numb the brain...
Safe to say
my rainy nights are ironic
because neither my eyes,
nor the rainfall outside
can match the sorrow I hide.
I find it hard to say
that I don't feel like fighting
holding onto life another day.
Warding off the weakness,
and pain in the core of my bones...
Safe to say
every morning feels like jail
a life sentence under a sun god
who's given me life in Hell.
I'll never understand it...
why is my life so hard?
I find it hard to say
that I'm in a battle with cancer
I've seen Doctor after Doctor...
all with different answers.
My dilemma isn't known by my friends;
and for as long as I can help it,
none of them will ever know until the end...
So when my body's weak & balance is off,
I deal with the stares they try to hide
the unheard whispers & misguided snickers,
all for the sake of maintaining my pride.
Safe to say
My strength is waning in the physical
and my mentality is not far behind.
I just want to be pain-free in this life,
or leave pain behind & be free of this life.
I often wonder why I was dealt this hand,
but when talking to God, find it hard to say.
I see others folding to their life's demands...
and realize I'm blessed to see another day.
I find strength in the obstacles I've endured...
nothing worthwhile has ever come easy,
& it makes me appreciative of EVERYTHING
trust and believe.
Safe to say, if the question's presented to me,
about any regrets I have or unfairness in life
I'll find it hard to say anything;
I'm simply blessed to be alive.
I find it hard to say
that I lead a life filled with pain,
prescription pills + treatments,
all aim to numb the brain...
Safe to say
my rainy nights are ironic
because neither my eyes,
nor the rainfall outside
can match the sorrow I hide.
I find it hard to say
that I don't feel like fighting
holding onto life another day.
Warding off the weakness,
and pain in the core of my bones...
Safe to say
every morning feels like jail
a life sentence under a sun god
who's given me life in Hell.
I'll never understand it...
why is my life so hard?
I find it hard to say
that I'm in a battle with cancer
I've seen Doctor after Doctor...
all with different answers.
My dilemma isn't known by my friends;
and for as long as I can help it,
none of them will ever know until the end...
So when my body's weak & balance is off,
I deal with the stares they try to hide
the unheard whispers & misguided snickers,
all for the sake of maintaining my pride.
Safe to say
My strength is waning in the physical
and my mentality is not far behind.
I just want to be pain-free in this life,
or leave pain behind & be free of this life.
I often wonder why I was dealt this hand,
but when talking to God, find it hard to say.
I see others folding to their life's demands...
and realize I'm blessed to see another day.
I find strength in the obstacles I've endured...
nothing worthwhile has ever come easy,
& it makes me appreciative of EVERYTHING
trust and believe.
Safe to say, if the question's presented to me,
about any regrets I have or unfairness in life
I'll find it hard to say anything;
I'm simply blessed to be alive.
Take What You Want...
My money...is yours. More can be made.
You can have this car, even though it's in my name.
Anything for you I've ever written, drawn or recorded?
You can have it all...
art is a giving talent, and I can afford it.
Whatever you can manage to get your hands on,
I'll instantly consider as good as gone.
Material things are nothing, you can have it from far to near.
What price can you put on love? I can't think of a number..
You can take every possession, leave nothing but tears...
I'll help you move the bed out, good luck on the slumber.
The painting of the couple sitting by the lake is free to go,
Take it right along with whatever else you get thru the door.
Take what you want, but leave my heart here.
You can have this car, even though it's in my name.
Anything for you I've ever written, drawn or recorded?
You can have it all...
art is a giving talent, and I can afford it.
Whatever you can manage to get your hands on,
I'll instantly consider as good as gone.
Material things are nothing, you can have it from far to near.
What price can you put on love? I can't think of a number..
You can take every possession, leave nothing but tears...
I'll help you move the bed out, good luck on the slumber.
The painting of the couple sitting by the lake is free to go,
Take it right along with whatever else you get thru the door.
Take what you want, but leave my heart here.
Friday, January 8, 2010
She Lights My Desire
It might've been a sign, depending on who you ask
that I saw her on the hottest day of the summer...
Walking down Michigan Avenue in a sun dress,
straight past me...I had on cargo shorts & a v neck T.
She never broke stride...was probably unimpressed.
From then on, I vowed to always be well-dressed.
Saw her again, a few days later...same street, different avenue,
The sun was bearing mercilessly down upon the street's visitors.
She was armed with sunglasses, shorts and a face full of sweat...
The fatigue in her face silently spoke of shopper's regret...
I wanted to just offer her a taxi ride, tell her to cool off
But my wallet was on empty; so I continued to watch her walk.
It was at that moment, I promised to always have money.
Ran across her downtown the next week, much to my surprise...
the same strut, dip of the hips and seemingly effortless glide.
We were encountering each other, walking opposite directions,
and I must've been staring harder than a starving prisoner at food...
because she spoke:
"Hi...How are you?"
And I was so flustered & caught off guard, I didn't know what to do...
"Uh..........Hi!"
Then she walked away smiling...focused back on her path
I felt like a jackass who won a million bucks and had no clue,
a suddenly wealthy man who wasn't aware of his good fortune.
I decided right then & there to never get caught with nothing to say.
I'm not going to lie, my days were now dominated by thoughts of she,
fairytale dreams of we, a big house, some kids and a backyard swing...
Engulfed by her enchantment....she lights my desire.
After not seeing her for a while, I began to miss her visual beauty...
Started to wonder whether I had weirded her out finally,
Was she speaking code when she said 'Hi' to me?
Really meaning "I've noticed you looking and wish you'd get lost"?
My desire was waning...until I saw her from afar!
I took off in a light jog, didn't want to alarm her...
Determined to speak, even if I couldn't charm her,
"I just had to say something to you, I adore you...
tried to pass it off, but could no longer ignore you.
I just want to get to know you, take it from there..."
Then she stopped me...
And told me that if I wanted to get to know her,
I could walk with her to where she was going to,
and we could start from there.....Fair enough.
We walked, and small talked...joked and smiled,
finally reached the destination she was talking about.
She says: "I feel like you were destined to meet me...
so don't stop at the door, fate has intertwined us."
I was so wrapped around her finger at this point,
I may as well have been walking around w/ blinders on.
I must say, I followed behind her that day...
and it was the most important day of my life:
She lit my desire, and led me to GOD.
that I saw her on the hottest day of the summer...
Walking down Michigan Avenue in a sun dress,
straight past me...I had on cargo shorts & a v neck T.
She never broke stride...was probably unimpressed.
From then on, I vowed to always be well-dressed.
Saw her again, a few days later...same street, different avenue,
The sun was bearing mercilessly down upon the street's visitors.
She was armed with sunglasses, shorts and a face full of sweat...
The fatigue in her face silently spoke of shopper's regret...
I wanted to just offer her a taxi ride, tell her to cool off
But my wallet was on empty; so I continued to watch her walk.
It was at that moment, I promised to always have money.
Ran across her downtown the next week, much to my surprise...
the same strut, dip of the hips and seemingly effortless glide.
We were encountering each other, walking opposite directions,
and I must've been staring harder than a starving prisoner at food...
because she spoke:
"Hi...How are you?"
And I was so flustered & caught off guard, I didn't know what to do...
"Uh..........Hi!"
Then she walked away smiling...focused back on her path
I felt like a jackass who won a million bucks and had no clue,
a suddenly wealthy man who wasn't aware of his good fortune.
I decided right then & there to never get caught with nothing to say.
I'm not going to lie, my days were now dominated by thoughts of she,
fairytale dreams of we, a big house, some kids and a backyard swing...
Engulfed by her enchantment....she lights my desire.
After not seeing her for a while, I began to miss her visual beauty...
Started to wonder whether I had weirded her out finally,
Was she speaking code when she said 'Hi' to me?
Really meaning "I've noticed you looking and wish you'd get lost"?
My desire was waning...until I saw her from afar!
I took off in a light jog, didn't want to alarm her...
Determined to speak, even if I couldn't charm her,
"I just had to say something to you, I adore you...
tried to pass it off, but could no longer ignore you.
I just want to get to know you, take it from there..."
Then she stopped me...
And told me that if I wanted to get to know her,
I could walk with her to where she was going to,
and we could start from there.....Fair enough.
We walked, and small talked...joked and smiled,
finally reached the destination she was talking about.
She says: "I feel like you were destined to meet me...
so don't stop at the door, fate has intertwined us."
I was so wrapped around her finger at this point,
I may as well have been walking around w/ blinders on.
I must say, I followed behind her that day...
and it was the most important day of my life:
She lit my desire, and led me to GOD.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
A Snippet of some shit...
"Ain't nothin like you" bumpin while I ride thru the streets,
no longer talkin' about you; now I'm talking about ME
Used to be Mr. Do-It-All-For-You, Mr. Take-the-fall-for-you,
Mr. Sell-Myself-Short and not look in the rearview...
You trying so hard to be a standout and different,
but trust, babygirl I can show you what WEIRD do...
You got it Bad, I got it Worse...& it's merely a peer's view,
we share the same sight but I hear it with my ears too...
Can't keep trying to thread the needle with a gymshoe,
can't show her how to be a Baker if the Anita ain't official...
no longer talkin' about you; now I'm talking about ME
Used to be Mr. Do-It-All-For-You, Mr. Take-the-fall-for-you,
Mr. Sell-Myself-Short and not look in the rearview...
You trying so hard to be a standout and different,
but trust, babygirl I can show you what WEIRD do...
You got it Bad, I got it Worse...& it's merely a peer's view,
we share the same sight but I hear it with my ears too...
Can't keep trying to thread the needle with a gymshoe,
can't show her how to be a Baker if the Anita ain't official...
They Fixed The Broken Clocks...
Time loves like no other
In forgetful fashion,
Yet remembers everything.
In the blink of an eye,
Can change in an instant
Yet remain the same distance.
Time is perfect in its approach
Wound-healer to some
Hatchet-burier to others
Makes hearts grow fonder
When time is spent apart…
Time ages beautifully.
Time is flawed in its delivery
Not enough time in a day
Too much of the in-between
Some are aging prematurely
Time…Sometimes isn’t enough.
In forgetful fashion,
Yet remembers everything.
In the blink of an eye,
Can change in an instant
Yet remain the same distance.
Time is perfect in its approach
Wound-healer to some
Hatchet-burier to others
Makes hearts grow fonder
When time is spent apart…
Time ages beautifully.
Time is flawed in its delivery
Not enough time in a day
Too much of the in-between
Some are aging prematurely
Time…Sometimes isn’t enough.
Revolutions on Repeat.
Suns rise
Children born
Days start
Lips meet
To heartbeats
Excitement
Anticipation
Eventually leads to expectation.
Afternoon tint
Clouds views
On time spent.
Once deemed
‘Heaven Sent’
Wears thin
Like cheap jackets
Sensitive skin
And patience.
Expectation caves to reality’s weight.
Lightless nights
Shadows stretch
Where the bad
Seems far worse
The sky stretches
Onward amongst
Stars & lost dreams
Is there room
For your smile?
Not til morning…
When this night
Is all forgotten
Amidst tomorrow’s
Brand new sunrise.
Children born
Days start
Lips meet
To heartbeats
Excitement
Anticipation
Eventually leads to expectation.
Afternoon tint
Clouds views
On time spent.
Once deemed
‘Heaven Sent’
Wears thin
Like cheap jackets
Sensitive skin
And patience.
Expectation caves to reality’s weight.
Lightless nights
Shadows stretch
Where the bad
Seems far worse
The sky stretches
Onward amongst
Stars & lost dreams
Is there room
For your smile?
Not til morning…
When this night
Is all forgotten
Amidst tomorrow’s
Brand new sunrise.
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