Lost Boyz

THey come over the ridge
Living just over the edge
No parents to calm their rage
Timeless in age
they Know nothing but endless hunger
Snapping jaws spit, gutter drawl
From deep within the gut
call it
Young man fustration
Colored and tagged Tote bags
big enough to hold the brownest of bodies..
Not to exsclude the paler homies..
Cause if you followed me
I'd show you the horror dubbed amityhood.
Guns don't aim in my hood and the lost boys don't Care who they spray
Just as long as Anti Color catches the stray
any one of their soldiers Empty clips
Hopeless hands raising Hopeless kids
Nah!!
They not hopeless just
hopelessly defeated
They can't see being needed
So useless is their collective state and
No one truely minds the blind mice,
chasing the rotting cheese of lost girl dreams
Taught getting it in
Is whats in
So she gives in
to a thugs claim where
had she known the lords name
she wouldn't have had to slay
Malcom 7months before his earth day.
Baby jesus..?
Nah we aborted him.
His timing was just Unfortunately
Too Early
While I hold back my pen.. Don't want to seem Rushed.. .
So,
So
hows about
we follow their lead
slow it down and stay back watered
Dumb it down so much
we Bass ackwards
Perplexed by our own inability to keep pace,
Then shun those that Leap from those lost blocks
To Hardlywood.
Where they strip your idenity,
steal your streetness,
Like it was right after kanye's verse
They recieved this.. Take as meny as we can!!
Lost Boyz Part2 Never leaving the hood
Action!!

The Rizen

Oh lord, it’s like you tease sista. Cause I just met the she that
Should have been. That you she would never be. So here it plays
Like high school drama on an old man conscious. Wishing she were
A thousand miles away so I could day dream about her kisses.
Cause if she were you, and you she.. Your lips could tame savages,
Calm seas, all while bring the strong country to its knees.
Because if you were she, there would be rizen for this kind of
Massive chaos. I’ve seen the madness before, but it ain’t shit
In comparison to how you loot hearts and plunder dreams.
Last I check your conquests have been legendary. So I hold back
Nothing, like Saxon’s we hit your shores, no waiting just quick
And precise penetration. Yet this is more then a story of Pandora’s
Box. She, if she were you, we’d spend night on end causing living Dreams.
These things require no sleep. No bed would be safe, and lord knows
No fury like project reasonable chaos. All things in moderation.
If you were she, crazed from daily works of you on top of me
On top of sheets. Comforters being kicked to the floor. You
Praying for a breeze. Fire in your eyes, and an arch of your back.
I’d put lips together and blow you a sigh of relief.
See multi-talented couldn’t account for the configuration, the
Flexing of bodies built in general sutra, Just challenging enough
To cause intrigue; yet simple. Simply put if you were the she I wanted
Her to be then there would be nothing but hard times leaving the house.
We be constantly late, and by late I mean period. Birthing new ways
To conjunction, while twisting the metaphysical theology of conscious
Poetry. Weighing the con’s and pro’s of our actions wouldn’t even
Be considered, the consequences would be half the fun.
See I know all about this battle, so no average Joe’s need apply.
See if you were here and she there meaning you were the she I
Always wanted her to be. Sleep would be a daunting task. Struggling
Not to touch one another’s pens. Or talk about all the things we
Couldn't control nor plan for. Yet still encouraging each other to
Change the world. See I still have faith in serenity, that’s peace.