4 Birds With 1 Stone

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Attention: These are the building blocks of life
Blocks build words and get them ready to fight
Chalkboards taught us this, when we were young
Do' and Don'ts to learn; these songs were sung
Eavesdrops drop ease to stop emcees while
Fate fades freely without saying please
Ghostwriters don't go gold, they grow cold and
Hope has helped many lead with a blindfold
Ignoring ignorant ideas I see keep impurity when the
Jokers joke and the judges judge
Karma keeps its kind circle; not a grudge
Labels let leaders legally leave a settled shore
My mind is still a gun; meet me, Mr. Metaphor
Nameless nations need a place on this earth
Only optimistic expensives know its own worth
Pessimistic people peep through the peep hole.
Quitters never win; quarters have no sense
Relax, rebels rebuild cities in their defense. A
Seventh sense sets in when nonsense commences
Ten cent sentences take tense mentions in
Unique unwritten thoughts are unheard and underfed
Visionaries visualize light where the thunder's bred
When will we stop? We wish our march wasn't weary
X-rays arent the only thing that makes us clear, see?
Young kids yelling when rebeling wanting higher wages
Zoo keepers, please keep these animals in cages.

Power Of Words

Kids with no voice- silence.
Kids with no choice- violence.
Sirens ring, but no sign of emergency
someone's in trouble, but no one heard it; Me?
I believe in the power of spoken words
not like the rappers who speak a broken verse.
When you speak, you start to gain power
and if you teach, you'll grow like a flower.
Remeber your roots; your strong, stable base
as you pedal your bike through this "labeled" race.
God gave me tulips to speak through music.
Stand out amongst neighbors in the garden
blossom where planted; make a good bargain
Choices are given,
voice your opinions.


Broken Wings

I'm falling- racing the rain
numbness is running through me too
I can't feel pain.
My halo sold for cheap;
I got what they paid, so I could eat.
Stuffed my hopes and dreams
in my coat's inseems,
I won't be seen
with these broken wings.
My destination was found
the only direction is down.
Now, I'm just like everyone I see below me
taking my first step, first time using my feet.
Because I walk now, but i used to fly
I talk now- I'm a regular guy

I Was Hoping That..

I saw her.
For the third time this week.
I tried acting cool,
but tripped over my feet.
She laughed.
It's okay.
She noticed me.
We continued on our seperate ways,
but not before a brief introduction;
we exchanged names.
I was the guy who made a fool of himself,
and she was the girl that all the guys want.
She said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
as her voice fades away.
I was left there stunned,
I didn't know what to say.
It seemed like a blur, but
I knew what was happening.
I'm glad I was able to end my day happily

Tomorrow came as slow as ever.
Our paths crossed again
I tried to express my feelings.
I can't even put one word together.
We're both in a rush though,
so we part ways.
She smiles.

As I'm on my way to class,
I feel a tap on my shoulder.
It's Her.
Who would've thought she'd be talking to me?
I finally was able to gather some words.
My thoughts came through my mouth.
"I was hoping that...

My G.U.N. (Genius UnNoticed)

It seems like every rapper nowadays that gets their songs and albums
played on the radio or gets talked about by people always have some
sort of reference to their guns. So, I've given it a lot of thought and
decided that I could do the same thing. I could incorporate the idea of
guns into what I speak my mind about too;
so here I go..



My G.U.N. (Genius UnNoticed)

My mind is a gun. Knowledge is my bullet,
just waiting for the right time to cock it and pull it.
I've got too many ideas in my mind to figure,
thinking of the right time I should press on this trigger.
Loading thoughts into my chamber, leaving strangers feeling danger.
It seems like the guys that misuse me are only the gangsters.
I have been used in schemed plots, my job was to think thoughts.
The guys with all the money say, "Look what this thing brought."
People usually run away from me feeling their fear,
but to succeed is the reason why I was put here.
I am looked at as evil, people see me as deceitful,
tho' it's my owner that contols me, to me I'm peaceful.
When I'm not used to teach, they think I'm out for attack
but when I speak, the whole world stops in their tracks.
I can see all my innocent victims with my college eyes.
No more bullets in me means that my knowledge died.
I have no time to apologize when the fallen cry.
I'm big in these cities and they're just small in size
So I, aim my barrel without Will like Ferral
I can clean up these streets and leave them all sterile.
I am the biggest cause of death, no matter how i'm molded
not because I was shot; but because I wasn't loaded.
I hope for more kids to grab a magazine
to become someone in life and to have a dream.
But some of my kind are left out to rust
locked in a drawer only to collect spiderwebs and dust.
See now, I'm stuck here waiting for them to let me out
so I can show the whole world just what I'm about.

Good Day For Music

Radio Distortion

I could rip (w)rappers up like im opening presents
and "put on" for montebello too, just to represent it
I don't want to get washed up into the mainstream
and be itchin for the money like a cocaine fiend
they can't think up good lyrics so they turn to club banging
shouldn't be called artists just someone who does paintings
see to win our hearts, they buy diamonds when they gets paid (spade)
to rock em in the club and be the king like MLK
you gotta play the right card, you don't get to select
or be like souljaboy with your stacks on deck
respect is the time thats put into a track
not just yelling "yoooouuu" and looking for your check
this ugly rap music is in need of a facelift
one rapper does it, others copy it like they traced it
so, i guess writing for a purpose is worthless
you don't get heard when you speak under the surface.

Perseverance

I try, to spread my voice to best of my ability
even when others say on that song they werent feelin me
see, its when you choose to turn ambitions into actions
you gotta stay above the 2nd, sorta like the fraction
talent means nothing if you dont have the confidence
it's like taking a picture, with the cap on the lens
I write for myself and anyone else who listens
thats why I write real lines, as if I went fishing
and the dreams that you pursue may seem to be untrue
so I shine my light on others just like the does sun do
so when the people around you focus on negatives
your job is to prove em wrong, cause thats the way it is
alright I'm a rapper but I have a different style
the diamonds I got on are part of my argyle
while rappers use their money to flood their lake with wealth
I'm using my wordplay to educate myself
cause I'm in the category, but I'm in the different level
still underground, but building up heat like the devil
I write my songs, so I can right my wrongs
put the cap above my head, and be sure the light is on
mom says all of this rhyming stuff is just a phase
give me any topic you want, I can go on it for days
I stay hungry. you thinkin im do this for money?
try to do it man, you'll never take the mic from me

Ambition

Man listen, my ambition is crammed within
my hand's vision as I write for my fan's wishin
so I stand spittin gettin you hooked like you planned fishin
then began lettin people hear my voice to plant wisdom
like a handmitten keeping the heat as I grant riches
and like lightning I'm likely striking, leaving the land stricken
so scram kitten, I skate through this mind state
when I choose to rhyme great to reduce the crime rate
you see, It's my motivation and determination
I use in every situation so tune into my station
keep that self confidence, don't let your thoughts trickle
and stay focussed if you want to overcome your obstacles
put you ego to the side and fill a glass of that pride
to guide you through life, keeping your mind wide
your mission is to get where you want to be with no distractions
ambition can be your best friend, know the facts son

The Coloring Book

The Coloring Book

Life is like a coloring book.
You get to decide the way you want it to look,
who cares if the grass is blue and the sky is green
it's up to you of how you want to paint your scene.
I mean, take a stand, be a rebel;
color outside the lines
because you're the one in which the pages define.
Don't like the colors? black and white is fine,
if that's what you want to enhance your design.
Mine? is not the average, i've made some changes
I've added some in, and ripped out some pages -
I've taken them out of order
some have drawn-in borders
some I even tried to sell,
I let one go for a quarter.
A couple pages don't even have color,
I just wrote my thoughts on it,
just some random poems and on the bottom; a sonnet.
So grab the book and get a box of crayons,
open up to any page you want so you can play on
your imagination, your ideas and thoughts.
Where your mind is used to spill the feelings you got.
So if you're feeling distraught,
add some color on your page
get your coloring book out and
put some color up on stage.

Food For Thought

Food For Thought..

Why does it always seem like nice guys finish last?
Why does the future always feel better than the past?
Why does this same story repeat over again?
Why don't the rocks roll over when it meets a strong wind?
Why do all good things seem too good to be true?
Why can't it stand strong like the liberty statue?
Why do the good guys cry and the bad succeed?
Why do beautiful flowers bloom to be eaten by weeds?
Why does greed overtake one's ability to think?
Why can everything be changed in as quick as a blink?
Why does love only work when cupid shoots his arrow?
Why does the path between right and wrong seem so narrow?
Why is the world being taken by machines and computers?
Why is the jail sentence so short for a teenage abuser?
Why do we know about celebrities but not about the news?
Why can't life have a button simply entitled "snooze"?
Why does everything so bad have to feel so good?
And why does anything have to end when it's just getting good?

We All Live Together

We All Live Together

politicians and illegal drug trade
nowadays cats'll do anything to get paid
although it depends on your race and face
your outer appearance is what’s looked at
to find your place
in the society, asking "why don't you hire me?"
they need someone who has "the look" that he's admiring
how can someone stay focused
when their feelings are twirled?
so let's take a look and see
what else wrong in the world...

We have people dying from dehydration;
they need water
kids living with a single mom;
they need a father
the daughter keeps complaining saying mommy doesn’t bother
even when she’s got a pocket of that hope
that she's bought her.
Other families want them to be the best;
parents molding their kids
other worlds children out there holding their ribs,
they need food
rebellious kids fighting for their way,
they need rules
guidelines to live by,
or at least something along the lines
to get kids off of the streets,
and get something onto their minds
other then the idea of putting a bullet into somebody
we all live together, just look into some hobby.
we all live together, whether the weather is dark or sunny
we all live together, we all live together...

The Clocks

The Clocks

As the grandfather looks on from the corner of the room
he sees his brass face in the reflection of the glass case
that traps him in place, no matter how much sound he makes.
He watches over his two children, who are drilled in
the wall. They face each other all day, but are still friends.
Both are named Ana, tho' they still keep Log
they hold the time in order working like a sheep dog.
One clock strikes 7, then the other does the same
he then strikes 11, then his brother starts the blame
he then aims his hand at edge of his frame; his mind lingers,
then his brother throws up his hand as if he ate his fingers.
Grandfather forgives his kids, and hopes that they learn
while still staying stern, like what ships got
because its sort of like hip-hop, in the form of a tick-tock.

Hope, For Change

It's funny how money is the root of all evil,

but is still pursued by all people

which then leads to people

that want to meet you for the wrong reasons

then proceeds to envy, hate, and greed too.
These dollar signs enable guys to get girls to call her a "dime"
you know, the S with the vertical lines?
Get a pocket of these and you're sure to be fine
it's like a bad disease and the cure is this rhyme.
If you're insecure all the time, then try letting your allure shine.
The other day i saw a lady on the street begging for dimes
I looked in her cup close-up and said "What the fuck",
because her coins were looking at me asking for mine to join.
since these guys with money would pass by and pay her no mind
although it cost them nothing to say hi, they walked by acting blind.
Then I happily agreed, to feed her quarter's desires
which require her to aspire a higher attire
to change the perception of how the world sees her
by living the deception of "rich" just to please her.
Acception seemed so far away, but this was cheaper
because she was tired of being pushed around by the street sweeper.
So she seized her pain, as it began to rain
threw her coins on the ground cuz now shes searching for change.
In exchange she put her hands together as she dropped to her knees
looked up through the rain then began to arrange her priorities
to try more to be the woman of her dreams;
to thread the seam to lead to a higher esteem.
This stream of thought seemed to be like walking a tight rope
tho' it was just another day in the life for this girl named Hope.

Song Process

Song Process

Thinking of a topic i should spit to fit my rhyme scheme,
i gleam at the dream of gettin that cream
so i let the beat go, and let my lyrics flow,
then assemble what i know, to write my verse to set the tone
then lace the words all through the beat like a shoe
in my attemps to and make my verse sick like i caught the flu
pricecly putting the words together to flow nicely
cuz this song might be the next big thing like nike
so im writing whatever comes to mind
filtering out whats not needed of words to find
a greater meaning in them to get the messages across
and when i toss them out, i hope that youll be catching them like Moss
cuz theres a lot of thought put into this musical expression
leaving an impression that sets in as you listen
to every word, that has a deeper meaning, hear the sound
thats why me and aldrich are considered to be underground.


a couple mic checks, i hope im getting some respect
for holding the beat down with the lyrics i inject
to reflect the subject to give the effect
that im getting the credit for all the lines i invented
cuz its much deserved when i put together the verse
in my flow you're emersed, cuz you heard it from me first
i still analyze every song that i hear
just close my eyes, sit and vibe and open my ears
it becomes clear of what the rappers have to say,
now i hopeyou're sitting there, ears open, doing the same
so take a listen again to the Verse of my spat words
put the "RE" in front of that cuz you'll going backwards


So many ideas passin in and scatterin
that we gotta pack em in while we're wrappin them imaginin
gatherin our thoughts, drawing up a concept
in order to progress we gotta take our first step

theres a thought process to make a song fresh
from beginning to end to whatever we start next
rhythm and flow to lace with the beat
add a little bit of soul then our song is complete

Get Up, Get It

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Dont be sittin on your ass all day, now thats the dumb thing
An array of video games played, wasting your life away
Just to be able to say you beat level 28?
And now the game you're playing has turned into life
The only knowledge you have is what you played last night
Level 1, staring at the staircase of success
Your goal is to get to the top, now whats next?
Your best guess is to just start climbing, so you do
Level 2, crunch time, no time for whining
Dig deep, like a shovel to get on the next level
If you get through this, youll be a legend like Robert Nevill
Level 3, get out there, to be all that you can be
Not the plan B of robbing kids for their candy
Huffing and puffing you made it to the top of the steps
And now i'd like to welcome you, to your success

damn, another day begins to come through
my alarm starts to ring but i just hit snooze
then my mom yells "you're gonna be late for school!"
but i refuse, yeah whatever, ill do what i wanna do
homework's piling up, but ill get to it another time
procrastination is what i live by, its my alibi
to not working hard, in whatever comes my way
i just live without a care to get through my day
living so clueless to everything in sight
today was just another day in my life