Black Poetry : what my tongue can do for a microphone

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  1. THA HOOKUPMAN

    THA HOOKUPMAN Banned MEMBER

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    They tell me
    That I do not have the right to die
    Cause my poetry saves lives
    And I say
    Jimmy Hendricks’s said
    That the only reason people are so upset when u die
    Is because they haven’t finished using u yet
    And lately I been I been having life mares
    So I toss and turn when I walk and my
    Speech patterns are restless
    I become a custom to wearing a death wish below my eye brows
    An she thinks im gifted simply because I have learn write love poems
    Directly onto the langue of sex symbols
    Without using the 26 letters of the alphabet
    And because I learn to speak the langue of orgasm
    She imagines that what my tongue can do for a microphone
    My tongue can do for her body
    That what my tongue can do for a microphone
    My tongue can do for her every fold

    But say miss
    maybe
    U haven’t been paying attention
    Im just a assshole from Detroit
    Trying to avoid hell like the rest of us
    And lately I been walking up to senior women on the street
    and telling them that I love u
    Cause im thinking they may die soon
    And im not sure that they have ever been told before
    And I aint never sold my soul before
    But I been
    Known to tempt evil with nudity and a seductive dance
    And I still remember bedding the wives of ghetto men
    While their husbands are away on explorations
    Searching for the ends of rainbows
    And what evil is …evil knows

    And this that I use is far more enchant
    Than voodoo
    I keep telling these poets there are spirits at work here
    this be more than mere due’s
    Pay attention
    How the hell can I be afraid to stay black and die ?
    When I was born black & blue
    Tell me
    who would show up to Detroit
    in the year 2000..wit no place to stay and no money
    Just a head full of poetry and a bag full of cd’s … ..Poet please
    Who else walk away from 3dregres and spend his life
    Trying to help save souls of strangers and enemies
    These imposters.. any never been to the crossroads
    It’s to easy now
    U can sell your soul on the internet
    All u need is a email address and pay pal
    And some how I got scores poems memorized
    And i
    Still feel the pain clogging up my arteries from all the truth that remains trapped inside
    And every fuucking breath is honest to god
    Yet im hoping that this will be the first poem that will finally bring tears to my eyes
    Cause some closet poet here tonight needs to hear me say these things
    In order to finally gain the courage to get up
    That’s why the fuuck I get down
    So I see im crazy if im trying die now

    There are people in destee suffering here
    And I still got elixirs to figure out so baby slow your roll
    Cause what u imagine my tongue can do to a microphone
    My pain can sure as hell do for your soul


    i hope u can feel this one,,,hookup :dj: :whip:
     
  2. angelicsage

    angelicsage Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Allow me to be the first to say....

    that even your "Freestyle"....seems so perfected
    that my gift can only hope to aspire...

    BABY!!!!!!! You broke this one off here FO' SHO!!
    I can't even type fast enough to keep up with the emotion that flows
    got me stumbling over keys. . . mentally stutterin

    ...stumbling over the pain you've shared with us

    cuz when ur 3rd eye is wide open it comes with the territory

    This was an intense read...and you put it down right here...

    Your pen ain't even legal love...

    and that last stanza...
    Keep making the house calls...somebody's bound to get healed

    Sage​




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  3. hiphop4ever

    hiphop4ever Active Member MEMBER

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    Likes yo vibe soldia
    You braingin it to the table raw and uncut
    Like a nickelbag a funk
    ****** betta step up
    And recognize waz up

    Keep pennin em wit precision
    Hh4eva&Imout
     
  4. gempis

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    Dang, bro, you're deep. And I think you may be one person who thinks as much as I do. (oh lawd)

    I'm with ya the whole way, trust. But I think the line that really grabs me is this:

    Yet im hoping that this will be the first poem that will finally bring tears to my eyes


    How I do feel that one. Cause after a while you get numb to things and you can't even cry anymore.

    I'm so glad you continue to share your gift with us, HOOKUP. Peace and love to you.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    awesome drop and felt within surely if u weep through da pain many
    will feel it like a everlasting stain ....no need to lay down now !
     
  6. watzinaname

    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    A poem that can make a poet cry as he writes it...You're right, it doesn't happen that often that we wear our hearts on our sleeves to the point of feeling it to that extreme. Good for the soul though. This was thought provoking brotha, and that is needed sometimes. Word up.
     
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