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pattytricker
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Birthday: 5/28/1984
Interests: music, expressing myself through poetry, dancing, chillin with the homies, you know how we do, anything fun...
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Member Since:
9/19/2003
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| The hour hand stops
The clock of the noble one has again been beset with feathers.
This eagle wants to soar again free from traps and tethers.
No longer drawn by the water-nymp and her fateful tomb.
She no longer swoons but works dilligently at the Savior's loom.
This eagle's eye no longer fancies birds of autumn leaves.
Seasons have come and gone like sand in the sieve.
He no longer sees the tilia tree as a place to nest.
It cut itself down real quick to spite it's unrest.
But now the eagle sees this flower of life and it's noble name.
Petals so soft and fragrance so sweet, this beauty it cannot feign.
One taste of this wine tonight and he begins to fall.
It's too late he's already drunk before they sound last call. | | |
| Fuck That, We Want Some
Why is it these white capped mountains tower over the world?
There are some black dots, some trees, some rocks,
But the higher you go all you see is the white snow.
Why is it that everyone else lives below the smog?
Sure there exist some days you can see the peaks,
But only short days, the rest is this damn brown air.
The air up there must be crystal clear and rich
Cool to the lungs fresh for the brain
That air must be the best of the best.
Our's is black and often it smells like shit.
If you try to run it will surely just burn your chest.
The only thing it gives us are the beautiful sunsets.
Even during the summer these mountains are evergreen.
Bountiful and teaming with every wonderful living thing.
This is a veritable heaven on earth if you ask me.
Why is it all we have is concrete everywhere in our jungle?
Mechanical beasts that spew smoke and live off isolation.
All we have down here are a couple of trees and a couple of cracked rocks.
Why is it that those white clouds float up so high and free?
Dream to dream, these clouds can take any shap you wish,
One could spend hours up there if only one could fly.
Why is it that all we see down here is black rain clouds?
Flooding our concrete with garbage, dirty and welfare.
No stars here only dim street lights to guide our way. | | |
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Fucked up chutes and broken ladders
They say you can’t tame a feline
But I would be lying if I didn’t want this feline
To tame me
With that solid look of defiance
Ready to pounce, this tigress
Could maim me
This lioness has her own pride
And you must first swallow yours
To hear her purr
I would take this scratch
From this lovely tomcat
To feel her fur
This black cat has a spell on me
But still leaves me quite unlucky
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| Preacher of the street
the smell of urine was bittersweet
the night was old
i was left with my feet
the steam rose from the veins
i could see the city heat
my feet drummed the concrete
i could hear the city beat
along with my heart
who knew? that night
i would meet
the preacher of the street
he met me with a gleam in his eye
"don't be scared
let me tell you why.
listen close
i want to tell you my
story through this verse
and if you give it worth
then open your purse
but if not, don't lie
i know just as i am
you're trying to get by"
i acquiesced
interested, curious, intrigued
to say the lest
the sparkle didn't die
but his eyes got bigger
"first," he said "im a nigger"
voice powerful, i surprised
"second, I gotta a conscience
that gives me this stanchion
stance of disdain
for all the causes of my pain"
he paused, inhaled
face reflecting the moonlight pale
"Third i gotta bad drug habit
i'm not gonna lie
this shit would have me die"
introductions done
my interest supremely won
he started his sermon verse
"im just a nigga with a conscience
im just trying to survive
it's a wonder with the crack in me im alive
ive tried rehab.
but it's like im moby dick
and it's captain ahab
they recognize my recognizance
and try and drug my cognisance
this witches coven
has been brewing since slavery
im out here trying to maintain my bravery
they try to cut the heads
of the ones with heads
try to bleed the bled
by making crack heads
whites use to kill blacks
still white kills black
fed this lead
through birth, than fed
this fake knowledge and hope
through this poisionous antedote
of uncle tom performers
for them the fire is warmer
but they still end up scorched by the flames
even after shaving their chin
dancing again and again
for whitey
its a sad sight, but sadly right
these aren't house slippers
or hand outs
these slippers are authentic
shaolin kung fu
but like my soul
loot at the holes in these soles
ill keep fighting, keep biting
but they're bound to
reel me in
steal me in
catch me with their net
this is a ballad
of the preacher of the streets
still trying to beat
the inevitability of this beat
i carry this hook in my mouth
with a desolate grimace
on my face
i pray to my God to save my place
in line
just trying to buy some time
hopefully some of yours
but if it wasn't worth it
i sadly cry once again
my rhyme has fallen on
deaf ears and blind eyes."
with the last line he bows his head
hands clasped against his chest
like king tut laid to rest
with the end of words my
trance is broken
i shift my weight
and in an instant remember my state
"yo man the verse was good
you struck a chord
it was worth more than a couple of bucks
but brother im stuck
sadly, sadly
i have no money"
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| Catsup & Beer (name under review) first single
qpid:
ya'll get ready im about to catch the beat
have all them ladies up out they seat
all ya'll chumps spend to hard tryin
to dance with the drinks that ya'll buyin
then you're cryin when she at my pryin
hands on my dick and im just sighin
just stand their while ya girl keep workin
leave me smirkin of this im certain
v killah:
yo get ready im comin on the scene
i be that kid wit long hair and some tight ass jeans
i get all the girls you ever thought of in yo dreams
cuz i be the original bboy and you know i keep it clean (ohhh)
i got steez like the black eyed peas
and uncanny footwork like a billion bruce lees
all the girls want to make me their main squeeze
cuz im smooth like the breeze through leafless palm trees
qpid:
you're delirious but ill be serious
with my body and soul they be fearin us
circle clearin us biters mirrorin us
you cant see us and you can't hear us
but no really it's just a game
i move to wu tang to get the pu tang
have her tamed not walking the same
having her saying "i can't remember my name"
v killah
i got my uprocks taking it down to the floor
havin all the haters running fast for the door
you cant match the arsenal i got in store
girl you know im the cat you believe you adore
all the girls they be wantin some more
i get them all down aiming straight for the core
i could make your whole body entirely sore
turning any bonafide virgin into a bonafide whore | | |
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