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 Fear

Posted in Black Thought with tags , , , , , on February 12, 2010 by Ron

They say I’m too familiar with anthropology
Gave birth to criminology
They say it’s in my words…
claiming its etymology
but I just find it odd to see
and I don’t know ophthalmology
But I’ve studied bacteriology as well as immunology
So from me, I doubt that you’ll ever hear an apology.

In an attempt to try and stop me
They looked under thanatology, ecology, and even methodology
But with no luck
They simply can’t explain it…parapshchology

And as far as me and this ology
I’ve never thought of sitology or even somnology.
This will stir up fear
Fear that more will appear

They’re scared.
And yet…
There are no creases or even a fingerprint under the sections of alethiology
Just fingers pointed at me
like I’m the reason in their belief of an eschatology
They’ll run tests on us in relation to dermatology as well as encephalology
But Don’t Fear…
For We…
Will Still Fulfill The Prophecy

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

A Little Reassurance?

Posted in Room By Myself with tags , , , , , on February 10, 2010 by Ron

They say seeing is BELIEVING
And I’ve heard if you BELIEVE in something;
you can’t help but see it

But HOW am I suppose TO BELIEVE IN something that at this point seems IMPOSSIBLE?

And what if I don’t know HOW TO BELIEVE?
Do I need religion? Some sort of faith?
Tell me…what is it I must do?

I’ve heard time and time again, words such as
“In due time, just stay true”

But what about RIGHT NOW!?!?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO???

Its like I’m lost in crossroads…a maze
And there is no scent or sign of even a hint of cheese
But you always tell me “Don’t worry, keep BELIEVING and stay focused on it”

So is BELIEF just hearing some sort of constant reassurance?
Such as “Everything will be ok”
If so, tell it to me again…please…

Dead & Gone

Posted in Room By Myself with tags , , , , on February 9, 2010 by Ron

Im higher than a spaceship
I often think I make ships
But my mind keeps drifting…
So Im sure its all just makeshift.
Its like the shift key on the keyboard…
Has my mind on caps
And Im gonna keep it on lock
Till my battery collapse.
Till I switch gears…
I leave my brain on a napkin…
Got no food for thought
Yet Im steadily snacking.
A girl asked why I traded the good for the bad…
I just shrugged my shoulders
For I knew that it was sad
Sad was my life
Or should I say the choices I grabbed
Making up excuses…
Like “I didnt want to….I just had…..”
I had to because I killed it…
I pushed my thought process out the window
And so when you look out through the window
Into the mornings dawn
Know that Im lost in the abyss…
Dead & Gone

The Truth

Posted in Word Is Bond with tags , , , , on February 8, 2010 by Ron

They say looks can be deceiving
but the truth can really hurt you
Think about the aftermath of what you say
cuz like a factor they’ll convert you
you live life in a line…
you’ve gotta move around like a circle…
or a sphere
Dont believe those who say that the end is near
just cut them out of your hair like brittany spears
Im only going to say this once…
but very loud & clear
SEE THINGS FOR HOW THEY REALLY ARE
NOT JUST HOW THEY APPEAR

So keep using your medulla
Express whats in your abla
Some people do it cuz they want to….but believe me cuz u gotta
be able to express yourself before you can learn to contain…
and if u finish this process
there is much to gain.
If you dont…you’ll lose
whether it falls or you pull it like a loose tooth
If you eat too much candy…it will effect the root.

I know that this probably went
over your head
but let it set in your mind
read between the lines

THIS IS THE TRUTH