The block is hot,
My mind like jamacian police,
has rid itself of the "blood clot,"
Like the Big Bopper,
I gotta come back large,
make a scene,
and see who takes notice,
as i sit back relax,
Meditate in the lotus,
You thought I was gone for good,
I been watchin the hood,
see my Brother Rich,
with his mean green Gangastalean,
Hodee comin thru schoolin on "the game"
I look around, and things seem changed,
Nisa has departed,
I must say she will be missed,
If you dont stand for nothing,
you will fall over simple ish,
so I take stand against the block in the room,
though after this poem,
my poetry may be doomed,
I wonder who will notice,
when i give up,
and leave the room.
And hang out with James,
in the forums all day,
Talkin to Brotha Sun Ship
about the chesapeake bay.
Yea, my poetry may be doomed.
My mind like jamacian police,
has rid itself of the "blood clot,"
Like the Big Bopper,
I gotta come back large,
make a scene,
and see who takes notice,
as i sit back relax,
Meditate in the lotus,
You thought I was gone for good,
I been watchin the hood,
see my Brother Rich,
with his mean green Gangastalean,
Hodee comin thru schoolin on "the game"
I look around, and things seem changed,
Nisa has departed,
I must say she will be missed,
If you dont stand for nothing,
you will fall over simple ish,
so I take stand against the block in the room,
though after this poem,
my poetry may be doomed,
I wonder who will notice,
when i give up,
and leave the room.
And hang out with James,
in the forums all day,
Talkin to Brotha Sun Ship
about the chesapeake bay.
Yea, my poetry may be doomed.