I hate a boy who's name is Maz
He can really kiss my ass.
He interuped my new poem, this dude sucks.
That poem probably worth like a thousand bucks.
This nigga came and distracted my art.
And you know, that really hurt my heart.
I cant fucks with Maz. He's a art distracter.
Now I can't finish my shit, it's an official disaster.
My form was done, and I was sick.
He fucked me up, aint that some shit.
I can't take the Mazness man.
So fuck Maz, I'm no longer his number 1 fan.
Damn.
I hate the Mazness.
I walked into the darkness, midnight, the streets bare
Feeling someone lurking, I turned, no one there.
Stroling to the subway. I stop. Grab a Light. Smoke.
Outfit pretty simple, not one to provoke.
I make my way down 6th Avenue, streetlights shine bright.
Going home from work, no mischief planned tonight.
Coming near to the subway, pulled back by my hair.
I screamed. Nothing. All the people. No one cared.
Cloth over my face. Out. I wake up in a ditch.
There's a tatoo on his chest that says "Fuck me, I'm Irish"
I lie there imobilized as he pounds away. Shit.
Where the fuck am I? How do I get out of this?
I scream again. Nothing. This city hears no cry's.
Cant stop thinking: Is this the event that will lead to my demise?
Will no one help me? I can't move. This City could care less..
The police rode by me 3 times now. Unbeknownst to my distress.
Lucky me. He pulls out. Ejaculates on my chest. I'm cut & bruised.
He's done. He hits me. I pretend to pass out. He walks away. And yet, I still lose.
I wait. In a ditch. Till the tears dry up and fade. It starts to rain.
I collect myself. Thinking "This is New York" and proceed back to the train.
Fuck. This isn't my night.
Those days, they can be lonely,
Poor girl, against the know
Fighting battles of discrimination
Paved for her years ago
Who is there for her to run to?
A young heroin in distress
Having to fight off all the demons
that contribute to her unrest
She tries to prevail, and loses
Day after day the same
When will she make it through?
When will life be great again?
Those days, they can be lonely
Poor girl, against it all
Hoping to one day win the battles
and finally stand tall.
When life gets tough, what do you do?
Sit around and wait to get rescued?
Do you make it your BUSINESS to make things less tough?
Or do you give up cuz your too lazy and the task is too tough?
Will you come forward, proud and strong with passion?
Or are you just waiting for that miracle to happen?
How much can we get in life if we don't put out?
We can't whine if we don't get our way, SCREAM and SHOUT.
We can't tell ourselves it's too hard and never try again.
because the same act you gave up on, can save you in the end.
Can we wash our bodies with clean water, even though we're polluting our minds.
with mindless thoughts of procrastination that we ingest all the time?
...can we really say we are trying hard?
... how hard is it that we're trying?
...we tell ourselves we'll get things accomplished...
...but to ourselves,
we're lying.
as humans, can we really contain our emotions?
as a husband, can you testify to your wife's dedicated devotion?
as a mother, can you say for sure you did right by your kids?
as a person, can you say there's a higher purpose for you to live?
as a child, can you tell me that you follow all the rules?
as an adolescent, can you truly say peer pressure isn't hard in school?
as a man, can you say your penis doesn't sometime take the place of your brain?
as a murderer, do you feel good when the paper heads: PERSON FOUND SLAIN.?
as a politician, is America your interest or ar you on some power trip?
as a comedian, can you really justify going to far as a comedic slip?
as an artist, can you say your work has changed people's perception?
as a scorned woman, is it possible to get over suspicion of deception?
as a prospective student, can you really guarantee your admission?
As an NYPD member, can you just cast off killing a black man because of "reasonable suspicion"?
RSS Feed