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I Want…U

Posted in Room By Myself, Spit Something Crazy with tags , on March 20, 2010 by Ron

COMING SOON…..

I Got Soul

Posted in Black Thought, Spit Something Crazy, Word Is Bond with tags , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2010 by Ron

I’ve got soul like the afro pick with the black fist
Like an innocent baby given the chance to exist

Like,
Bruh Man
Ay yo
Bruh Man
Bean pies 2 for $5
It’s
Quite the deal
Why would I lie?

I’ve Got Soul

More like a pimp
Cause I ain’t never been no hoe
It’s that slight
Lean or Dip
As I,
Stride or Stroll

If you went
Back in Time
Asked,
James Brown
Sam & Dave
They’d tell you the same

It’s that
90’s Era
“Excuse Me…Come Again?”
FLAVOR IN YA EAR

Some say its that
Thing to make your hair Curl & Glow
Or
Maybe it’s
Under the feet
Near the popsicle toes.

Well we know it gives you that
“And for this I am thankful”
Type of feeling
And it runs through every inch of your body like
Good Loving
It’s just so
Spiritually healing.

It sparked those
Malcolm X activists
The
Martin Luther King pacifists

It made
East Bay Grease,
Helped you
Rock Steady
And gave you that
Sqaure Biz
And I’m not talking about what it was
I’m talking about what it is.

It tries to leave with every sneeze
But gets pushed back with every bless

No Stress

And if any a man tries to bring it down
Look them in the face and tell them this:

My soul is NOT for sale
Its
Functional
It
never fails
And there’s never a doubt whether I’ll achieve my goals
Just because of the simple fact that
I GOT SOUL

Love? Listen….

Posted in Spit Something Crazy, Word Is Bond with tags , , on February 14, 2010 by Ron

Peep Game…

Love?

Listen….

You see its no doubt we sorta kinda had some sorta connection
I mean
I’m digging ya feet
and I know your digging mine

Wait….
Rewind

I mean digging ya feat
not ya feet but
ya features
You knew it when I
licked my lips and
looked you up and down on the
Nice To Meet Ya

Tip.

But Anyways

Love?

Listen….

Yea
We spent the days together
You know…
Breakfast
A snack here
Lunch
A snack there

And you know what…
I’ll even admit to the nights
Dinner and a movie
After an appetizer
But before dessert.

We did the whole ya digs
Dig me?
Haha
True.

But anyways

Love?

Listen….

I can’t deny that
we touched thighs
Cyndi Lauper…
Time after Time

On that South

Tip.

From the
Front.
Back.
Sitting Side

Ways.

And I’ve heard you scream
Many a short bursts of words
But…

Love?

Listen….

Fast forward

Now its been a while since
I’ve last seen you
3 months to be exact

You
Looked a little different
Like
something was
weighing you down.
That
Life Binding Contract
That…
“But I thought gravity would preve…”
I mean…
“You were on top that time…”

Wait

This must be some type of mistake
Its
probably just all in your head
Or
maybe its just something you ate

“Look
Just get rid of it…”

“I’m still in school
And doing great”

“Did you ever think about me?”

“I’m too young to be dealt this fate…”

Love?

Listen….

The Stereotype

Posted in Spit Something Crazy, Word Is Bond with tags , , , , on February 13, 2010 by Ron

When it comes to the stereotypes

I’m quite defiant.

I play a little ball here and there

But it’s not what I want to spend my life with

And just because i have a knack with words

doesn’t mean I prefer the life of a rap star

Gold in my mouth

Neck and wrists iced out

With pretty women and fancy cars.

You see, I’m also quite good in math

But won’t cut corners

by cutting quarters and selling crack

Like you would expect me to do since my skin color is black

And since I’m black

Don’t expect me to fill another jail cell

Expect me to work towards my highest goal and then excell

And never doubt me when I meet struggle

I don’t need another speech on discrepancy

For I was told that it was only through this

That I shall reach my true destiny

The Knack

Posted in Spit Something Crazy with tags , , , , , , on February 12, 2010 by Ron

I’m…
Falling like running water
but the fountain’s out of order
BUT…I refuse to find the X…you see…I’m trying to be a pacifist

CALM DOWN
Pacifier
Passing fires like firemen
We need water…the fire’s higher
And I just really want this night to end

For…ever…sinning
Like there’s a birth every millisecond
WAIT A SECOND
Because every second I spend
I send it to the bank of affluence

TODAY’S FLU IS…
More than a menace
Menacing menaces who simply drink their juice in the hood

WHAT’S GOOD?
Says the subtle to the conspicuous
Conspicuously watching the subtle act so mysterious

SWITCH!
Back to the things that make us tick:
the cricks…the hicks…the whole mystery of the magic trick

WHAT’S THE TRICK?
Magic…it…makes our minds drift…drifting minds…..

DO YOU MIND?
They say the way I wrap my meanings within my rhymes until they’re hard to find
in between my lines
That I’m quite gifted
And yet even though I am the baker of this food you have been served
I couldn’t even begin to tell you what this gift is

They say the gifted have quite the knack for these type of knicks
And its only a knick if you don’t understand the vernacular
But once you learn…it will be yearned for…and found to be spectacular