- Feb 8, 2006
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i have to do this spoken work on valentines day
its a mix between black history month and love them so i wanted to encorporate them both in my poem...can anybody add something or make it more exciting.
Im on some other stuff
Laughing on this cell phone
Two three four in the morning
Gotta get to poli sci in five hours
Two more minutes
Ill hang up
No you hang up
We both stay up
Im on some other stuff
Talking about black dreams
Of reparations
Nightmares of slavery and segregation
Just simple deep conversation
Im on some other stuff
You learned your history from men on corners
I learned mine from pages of books
Professors and lectures
Lectures and elders
Compare notes
We realize neither one of use learned enough
Im on some other stuff
Discussing plans for the future
Im worried
On your way to be a street thug
On my way to be a lawyer
ask you to consider a change
promises that you will think it over
Im on some other stuff
I see you
More than the common thug
See me
More than the educated sister
They see us
They see failure
Figure that we
Are on that other stuff
Tell me your thoughts
Your concerns
Death
murder
them hurting me
My concerns
failure
sadness
you leaving me
hardly understand what you see in me
you telling me the exact same thing
wont work if you stay
wont let you leave
other stuff
other stuff
other stuff
they tell me let you go
tell you let me be
wont work if I stay
you wont let me leave
six months and fourteen days later
you are still here with me
and we
are deep in that other stuff
cant get enough
addicted to love
its a mix between black history month and love them so i wanted to encorporate them both in my poem...can anybody add something or make it more exciting.
Im on some other stuff
Laughing on this cell phone
Two three four in the morning
Gotta get to poli sci in five hours
Two more minutes
Ill hang up
No you hang up
We both stay up
Im on some other stuff
Talking about black dreams
Of reparations
Nightmares of slavery and segregation
Just simple deep conversation
Im on some other stuff
You learned your history from men on corners
I learned mine from pages of books
Professors and lectures
Lectures and elders
Compare notes
We realize neither one of use learned enough
Im on some other stuff
Discussing plans for the future
Im worried
On your way to be a street thug
On my way to be a lawyer
ask you to consider a change
promises that you will think it over
Im on some other stuff
I see you
More than the common thug
See me
More than the educated sister
They see us
They see failure
Figure that we
Are on that other stuff
Tell me your thoughts
Your concerns
Death
murder
them hurting me
My concerns
failure
sadness
you leaving me
hardly understand what you see in me
you telling me the exact same thing
wont work if you stay
wont let you leave
other stuff
other stuff
other stuff
they tell me let you go
tell you let me be
wont work if I stay
you wont let me leave
six months and fourteen days later
you are still here with me
and we
are deep in that other stuff
cant get enough
addicted to love