Black Poetry : Collaboration of a broken heart

Randee

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This was supposed to be a collaboration
pontificating the finer points of a grown type love
you know that love so good you'd jump in front of a bullet type love
that type of love my parents know love
not puppy love love or the age old
she loves him more than he loves her type love
yet, all that remains in the room they shrouded in love
are random socks and duct tape
and that don't feel like no type love.

Rambling actions constantly calculating mental scales
until the lie unraveled leaving only truth and
the weight of loss caused the rest to be
wildly tossed into the air
Common sense and my past experience
chose the consequence and it's the only one
I can live with. But, the question is -
how do I live without you?

Instead of a collaboration highlighting the differences
between meeting his boy and not his mother;
of sharing a drink and not feeding his family;
of hearing his laughter, but not wiping his tears,
this has turned into a solo grieving mess
filled with only loss and discontent -

Now, all this got me questioning,
is what I want
only contained within the lyrics of hip hop?
Not those get low and shake it
take it off and break me off lyrics
contained within beats so hard
even those remind me of you...
But, those stories of thugs needing love
and women so good they can make the
hardest hood walk away for good
Jay even strengthened this belief
when he went and wifed B
not even equating her to me, but
Day-um, I catered to him so
Why can't IT be ME?

Or, Andre Ben rhyming, "Sin all depends on
what you believe in."
What if I believed in you,
and my kids too -
see, grown up love is never just about you.
And, while I was thinking about tomorrow
you never stopped running from last night
and I am too **** old to be having such a cliché
cake-and-eat-it-too type fight

Common taught me there's so much in name, refused shorty
I wanted you to see me for me, that there was no one the same
but if love and monogamy was all we wanted
perhaps you are the one to blame.

'Loso made me feel like MAYBE Ne-yo wasn't corny
when they shared , 16 bars on who's my better half; and
even Mase ripped how a girl made him
wanna get a legal gig;
DMX even had a hit reminding his *****
that from the start is wasn't all about a nut; he said
I'm gonna be there, try and be fair...
But, what's fair when the truth is a lie
when your covers blown wide
and there's no place to hide?
Why couldn't you just mute those *******
like Wheezy on Receipt,
cuz you know you like it
cum once with them
the second when you deceive

Then Drizzy sang the best I ever had
while you came thru and all the while
I rode as fast as I could coming home to you
We could bring it back to Notorious B.I.G
Where we lie together, cry together
I hope we ******* die together
But that would be a biggie lie and
I'm still trying to just catch five minutes of truth
cuz I find it so hard believe you was in it for the I

And, then, the Roots start crooning with Jill Scott
constantly round the clock and now she's in his world
like hip hip, And, that's when
my Heart Stops.
See, this was supposed to be a collaboration
enumerating and illuminating the finer points
of a grown type love
but I can't write what I don't know about that type love
So I'm a love poet who doesn't know love
and most of these words ain't even real.
Don't worry, won't stop writing
cuz no matter what's been done
I will always have my hip hop to pull from.
 
This was supposed to be a collaboration
pontificating the finer points of a grown type love
you know that love so good you'd jump in front of a bullet type love
that type of love my parents know love
not puppy love love or the age old
she loves him more than he loves her type love
yet, all that remains in the room they shrouded in love
are random socks and duct tape
and that don't feel like no type love.

Rambling actions constantly calculating mental scales
until the lie unraveled leaving only truth and
the weight of loss caused the rest to be
wildly tossed into the air
Common sense and my past experience
chose the consequence and it's the only one
I can live with. But, the question is -
how do I live without you?

Instead of a collaboration highlighting the differences
between meeting his boy and not his mother;
of sharing a drink and not feeding his family;
of hearing his laughter, but not wiping his tears,
this has turned into a solo grieving mess
filled with only loss and discontent -

Now, all this got me questioning,
is what I want
only contained within the lyrics of hip hop?
Not those get low and shake it
take it off and break me off lyrics
contained within beats so hard
even those remind me of you...
But, those stories of thugs needing love
and women so good they can make the
hardest hood walk away for good
Jay even strengthened this belief
when he went and wifed B
not even equating her to me, but
Day-um, I catered to him so
Why can't IT be ME?

Or, Andre Ben rhyming, "Sin all depends on
what you believe in."
What if I believed in you,
and my kids too -
see, grown up love is never just about you.
And, while I was thinking about tomorrow
you never stopped running from last night
and I am too **** old to be having such a cliché
cake-and-eat-it-too type fight

Common taught me there's so much in name, refused shorty
I wanted you to see me for me, that there was no one the same
but if love and monogamy was all we wanted
perhaps you are the one to blame.

'Loso made me feel like MAYBE Ne-yo wasn't corny
when they shared , 16 bars on who's my better half; and
even Mase ripped how a girl made him
wanna get a legal gig;
DMX even had a hit reminding his *****
that from the start is wasn't all about a nut; he said
I'm gonna be there, try and be fair...
But, what's fair when the truth is a lie
when your covers blown wide
and there's no place to hide?
Why couldn't you just mute those *******
like Wheezy on Receipt,
cuz you know you like it
cum once with them
the second when you deceive

Then Drizzy sang the best I ever had
while you came thru and all the while
I rode as fast as I could coming home to you
We could bring it back to Notorious B.I.G
Where we lie together, cry together
I hope we ******* die together
But that would be a biggie lie and
I'm still trying to just catch five minutes of truth
cuz I find it so hard believe you was in it for the I

And, then, the Roots start crooning with Jill Scott
constantly round the clock and now she's in his world
like hip hip, And, that's when
my Heart Stops.
See, this was supposed to be a collaboration
enumerating and illuminating the finer points
of a grown type love
but I can't write what I don't know about that type love
So I'm a love poet who doesn't know love
and most of these words ain't even real.
Don't worry, won't stop writing
cuz no matter what's been done
I will always have my hip hop to pull from.

Randee
This is deep. I like this flow very much.
I'm still trying to just catch five minutes of truth
cuz I find it so hard believe you was in it for the I


And, then, the Roots start crooning with Jill Scott
constantly round the clock and now she's in his world
like hip hip, And, that's when
my Heart Stops.
See, this was supposed to be a collaboration
enumerating and illuminating the finer points
of a grown type love

but I can't write what I don't know about that type love
So I'm a love poet who doesn't know love
and most of these words ain't even real.
Don't worry, won't stop writing
cuz no matter what's been done
I will always have my hip hop to pull from.
 

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