I’m old school :)

This is when I like to write,

when I’m feeling nice and right

All I need is enough light

to see the lines in my book

I write poetry now

There’s no need for a hook

I’ve been doing this ever since elementary school

with the pen and paper

as my only tools

to build something spectacular

Some people bite like Dracula

because they don’t have the skills

to make something original

Everything is digital

Everybody is seeking

for an income that’s residual

MCs today are pitiful,

saying what they’re told to say

All of them are sounding

the same way

I don’t play that

I’ll take it way back,

before Hip-Hop became rap

and before mostly every rapper said the same crap

I’m from the time

when MCs took their rhymes seriously

Nowadays

it’s all about the money

It’s funny

’cause most of the rappers sound like dummies

No matter if it’s sunny or cloudy,

I’m still me

Unlike my peers

I can see

clearly enough

that it’s some crazy stuff

going on behind the scenes

I’ve mastered the art

when I was in my teens

Straight out of Queens

South Side to be exact,

where the knuckleheads

don’t know how to act

I don’t write for tracks

I just write

Anyway

I still float like a kite

when the wind

is just right

I’m not light

I’m dark like chocolate

My flow,

you can’t stop it

It’s out of this world

like a rocket

floating in space

touching every planet,

the sun and moon

I’m just taking advantage

of my style

I got piles,

more like miles

of thoughts in my brain

that need to be released

to keep me sane

Take the pain

or let the hurt have you

You can complain

or don’t let nothing pass you

I’ll attack you

if you’re threatening mine

Disrespecting my family

is where I draw the line

We’re doing fine

Don’t try to interrupt that

We’re positive people

Don’t try to corrupt that

 

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  • cutedrishti8 on Sep 10, 2009

    Nice one to share…great work..

  • ashan1614 on Sep 10, 2009

    This is pretty sweet, Shawn. I definitely agree with your take on today’s rap, too – can’t tell one song from the next. Rap used to have a message. Now? It’s crap.

  • chantell on Sep 10, 2009

    True to the Game. Thanks for sharing. Good One. My Reality http://authspot.com/poetry/reality-35/

  • lillyrose on Sep 21, 2009

    Mmmmm…you are a rapper, that was beauty right from your soul.
    You gave me goose bumps!

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