Black Poetry : my first year

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by thespokesman, Apr 20, 2004.

  1. thespokesman

    thespokesman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My first year
    College
    Told me to stop
    Work overnight
    Pushing freight
    Before I live that way, I’d push weight

    Over state, instead I analyze the state
    Of mind, to climb ladders that don’t support my weight

    Huh

    That man who told me I wouldn’t make it was my own
    Skin tone
    I hung up on the possibilities he was right
    I was struggling to get school
    Understanding abstract notions about truth, objector n light
    Would they respect me, I heard thru the grapevine
    I wasn’t up on mine

    Well I came back and began to storm how to make rain
    At the same time, I had my first poems reflecting my pain
    Everything rhymed, the chic magnet was born
    Distracted from my mission
    Now I gotta pay tuition
    I’m jobless, hooptie smoking
    Oil spilling, burning my denim
    Wondering about architectural masters, what was in them

    But a black man told me bout black architects
    He knew none, I peeped statistics
    That only means to me room is mine
    Therefore room time
    Was born before prescribed
    I understood prosperity in lines
    That became the blueprint behind my designs

    Some never understood my theory
    It’s simple, if I the competitor, fear me
    Hear me, you gotta, it seemed like a surprise when I spoke to
    Paralyzed eyes, that attempted to coincide with my ride
    As I hit roller coaster to coaster, and have a funfest
    I started out a jest; I set out to be the best

    Now they laugh but I’m five years in
    That same boy said I never finish, 4 years since then
    And when I think bout when
    Before I came up, had many friends
    Now I can count friends on one finger
    Keep it, the spoke, I’m a speak it
    Till I lose a finger, vocal cord, my brain is major pain
    I thank you for the words that came

    You’ll never make it, that’s not your game
    Dean’s list that’s not your game, it’s a white crime
    You can’t write, you stealin your lines
    Stop that R. Kelly shine, I caught you on tapes
    Talkin bout rapes, we all know the truths, takes
    I spit 3 books since then
    Cuz of all my rhymes, could of have ten times more kids since then

    And when they fired me
    Who hired me
    To return
    I’m glad friends and classmates let me burn
    I claim a sword when your needles stickin me
    Jesus, they can’t get with me, this is just memory
     
  2. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    ya flowing smoothly dis was tyte well done poet
     
  3. MzBlkAngel

    MzBlkAngel Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    posed well
    really enjoyed this flow
    thanks for sharing this one
    Peace
    Angel
     
  4. Antar

    Antar Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    dang duu

    maine
    tight reflection on yo
    tribulations
    props du, you an architect?
    (studyin, practicin, whateva)
    props regardless
    i stepped into Da House
    to be an engineer....

    but i just ain't get it.

    one love,
    /antar