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Friday, January 6, 2012
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Flagrant
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You know that situation you hit where you start to realize that it's some things you're never destined to get?
And there are experiences that make it evident, that regardless of alignment of dark and light, wrong and right, it's going to hit?
I mean, you do everything for the positive, right? And still get screwed over and left with a black eye?
Well I'm at the point now that when life swings with a right, I duck and uppercut at it's eye or it's jaw with a metal pipe..
Not fighting fair anymore, I give a damn about the score. Every person that crosses me I'm leavin' them on my floor. I'm angry and so flagrant, probably end up sayin sone stuff that I'll regret when they play me back on tape and it's crazy that people say that they can't see me this way. I say that's repercussions of the decisions you made when you said that you'd remain but instead chose to go astray, and you expect me to just suck up all the piss like it's ok...
I mean, you pissed away the relationship like you were Kelly (lol), and it's puddles everywhere, you had a heck of a field day. I gues you're playin the field while I'm the n*gga playin slave... I guess it's true what they say, every dog has it's day.
....I thought that just went for males, but I forgot that females qualify for that folk talk as well, so what the hell should I say to make it better? I used to avoid liquor but I welcome it with open arms like a greeter in a vest...
I'm not saying I'm depressed, but I know my joy's silently dwindling, whatever... it's just a writer's diary... And I still feel the hatred, but not because of her, but because of the fact I've somehow become so flagrant... |
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posted by Secret.
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Saturday, October 16, 2010
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Idea...
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...How about I just start posting the REAL music I do over here?...
Anything that's rhythm/word related will go here.
Let's see how this turns out. |
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posted by Secret.
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
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Light Up...
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| ...still not sure if I'm actually going to record this or not. lol. Since I haven't updated this in a while, figured I'd drop this off for some wack rapper to steal... lol. Wrote this to the "Light Up" instrumental from Drake/Jay-Z. I got stuck on Jay-Z's verse with a couple of lines...
"I'm not as cool with these niggas as I once was... I once was cool as the Fonz was, but these bright lights turned me to a monster...sorry mama I promised it wouldn't change me but I would've went insane if I remained the same me..."
Line hit home with me. Made me want to write. This is what I wrote about an hour ago.
*Kanye shrug*
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...come on, I don't think people under/
Stand where I come from, people ain't the type to lend a /
Hand unless they want somethin, they lay out their plans to get /
Ahead, but its easy to just see that they all frontin /
...I don't need intuition to tell me that /
Most of the people in my circle is wack to the /
Point when I got my T-Mobile contract, I /
Couldn't even fill up my fave five contacts /
I'm stuck at three, and truthfully that's probably /
How its gonna be until this writin takes off for me /
I got a plan.. but my fam don't /
Seem to see I need more time, they don't understand /
But for now I'm workin my ass off /
At my job hearin my co-workers ask off /
Puttin more work on me, and I'm stressed so I /
Have to bite my tongue to keep from tellin their ass off /
Cuz if I did, then I know they'd fire back then /
Id get fired for chin checkin their glass jaw /
Bein nice is overrated....../
......sometimes I can't take it /
Truthfully (no mickey factz ) I don't see /
How I'm gonna make it unless I start gettin mean /
And vicious like that Lupe group-ie so /
I'mma stand over everything I see with kerosene, /
Gas and a match, people make me frown cuz /
They just light ya goals up just to burn your dreams down/
No worries, what goes around comes around.../
I guess I'm karma's replacement, so hit the f**kin ground.../ ......)V2(...... Now my conscious got the best of me /
But f**k that, I refuse to let them get to me /
My mind playin tricks on me.../
To the point that now I'm second guessin, see /
The people in my circle's got me bent out of shape /
so I just x out the squares because they seem fake /
I'm always there for them, they're never there for me /
Basically, their priorities are other things /
Then they get offended when I mention /
That they're the cause of most of my stress and tension /
They start sendin subtweets on twitter but they /
Won't adress me in person or in my @ mentions.../
The one person that knows me the best.../
The one girl that spiked all my stress.../
Because she promised she wasn't like the rest and had a /
Lapse of judgment to let her ex get under her dress /
And it bothers me to death, I get no rest /
I'm on vacation and still see im-a-ges /
To the point I think about it when we're alone /
To the point I cry about it whenever I'm zoned /
I just want my peace back, but my thoughts won't /
Leave me alone, I don't know how to react..../
....So I just put it in song.... /
I forgive all....I forget none.../
But I'm not worried about the dark, light'll soon come... _________________________________________ |
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posted by Secret.
2:22 PM
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Monday, June 14, 2010
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Peace
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I never post here anymore. Wrote this like 5 minutes ago, but it's so basic, I don't really like it. Eh.
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When it all falls down, who do you call now? /
My phone’s not broken, no need to redial /
You out of my life now, the thought gives me a smile /
Then it turns upside down as I realize how /
Bad you must need me to think of me to call /
Especially after I said don’t bother me at all /
Then I look at the phone, compassion takes over /
The situation’s appealed to my one fatal flaw /
I wish I could say it’s when girls with big butts /
Walk by on the sly I stare too much and that I /
Long to touch, But it’s much much simpler /
Than that, on everything, I care too much /
I wish that I could throw my morals away for a day /
And say that I don’t give a f**k and mean it, ok? /
But it’s obvious to me that and easy to see that /
My sympathy will possibly be the death of me /
But here’s to hoping that eventually /
I’ll get tired of it all and long to live drama-free /
Which means basically me and you can’t be /
Friends or associates, it was never meant to be /
And even if it was, it was only temporary /
It was only for a season, im done tryin to please /
Everybody around me, I’m doing me /
And I’m doing better than you’d ever believe /
So I just picked up to tell you what’s up/
And that I was serious when I said I needed peace…
But this is the last time I go back on my word /
This is the last time I allow you to disturb /
My actions of getting back on the right track /
Without the drama, remember we tried that? /
Completely overrated, so this is the last try /
To make a friendship work, or I’m saying goodbye /
Because I refuse to let you back into my life /
If you’re just gonna violate, don’t wanna make that mistake /
Again… I just answered to tell you how I feel /
And you probably don’t feel like making that deal /
I guess this is release so you know I was bein real /
when I shot you the deuces and said I needed peace.. /
So it all crashed down, and you need some peace /
I told you it would happen, you didn’t believe, so don’t call me… |
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posted by Secret.
12:43 AM
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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"My Best Friend"
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It's hard for me to start this one.../
I figure I'll just share my heart this once /
People say I'm aimin' too far for once, but /
if I miss I'll still be among the stars with some /
clever ideas that I feel are God-given /
I gotta make it, people wonder why I'm driven, but /
it's innate man, some'll understand how I'm feelin' /
and it's that reason I'm livin the way that I'm livin' /
Never was a druggie, never popped pills, and /
never spoke about lifestyles I never lived, and /
never scrutinized someone for their opinion /
Whether it was spoken, whether it was written /
Regardless what I say, my words always gets twisted /
Even when i write, people always misinterpret /
even with perfect penmanship, I'm sick of it /
Always being the guy that's stuck having to fix it.. /
...But I feel like today it stops /
today's the day i tell people to go kick rocks /
Or go and jump off a cliff, hit themselves with a brick /
Slip and trip and faceplant into a bottomless pit /
But each time i say that ish, my morals kick in /
And i can't bring myself to hurt these so-called "friends" /
Then the cycle begins, and then it cycles again /
and then I'm back writing my thoughts with my pad and my pen /
Because i make the foolish mistake to try and depend /
on these so called friends who have no real in - /
terest in me unless I'm interesting /
Now it's easy to see how shady people can be /
I ain't talkin Eminem when I said people were shady /
But I relate to him when he writes, so maybe i'm crazy /
for leavin my emotions open hopin' for better days /
and I get screwed over everytime, I'm in a daze /
No...this can't be life, I'm in a play /
And everybody's watching me fumble around on stage /
Me and the Director's never on the same page /
But God know's my heart, so I still give God praise /
Maybe that's what separates me from them /
They rely on conniving, I rely on Him /
Him being God, God gave me a pen /
I put the pen with my pad, the best friends I ever had /
Most reliable too, because they always listen /
Always loves for me to open up and spill my business /
Encouraging my writtens, that gives me life /
I spill everythiing on pad whenever I write /
And even though I rant and I rave in spite /
of everything, when I'm finished writing I'm alright /
So feel free to judge me, cuz I run to my /
pen before a friend, I'll easily do it again /
Until I find someone I can depend... /
My journal's probably my best friend...
K1ng Eljay |
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posted by Secret.
5:35 PM
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I really like this :) You know I am here if you want to talk anyway, right?!
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
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AngryManRap
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This is the sound of a young black male /
Who could really give a f**k about an overpacked cell /
Brainstormin ways for him to break into jail /
Contemplating mean schemes as long as he can pay bail /
Raise hell, do tell, fortunate like Maxwell /
To be living so well, laptop’s by Dell /
TV’s HD, living in 3-D /
But his life is Imax, everybody can see /
The h-u-r-t that flows freely /
So he doesn’t hold it in, doesn’t even try to be /
Something different, never claimed to be a G /
But his life plan’s changed, just so happened recently /
That he decided to stop being nice to other niggas /
And stopped holdin his tongue concerning his wish for bigger /
Figures, he knew he was the pick of the litter /
He came with the poop scooper cuz he knew he was the shit, uh /
So he got cocky and way more arrogant, uh /
Made his wrist rocky, dared someone to stop he /
Haters tried to copy, he just pointed them out and /
Said they were lame and told them to stop jock-ing /
People tried to reason with him, but he ain’t have no reason /
He just got tired of takin their shit… /
He got tired of waitin for his season… /
So he decided to take his gifts /
No more playing the background, the scene just changed /
Wealth to himself now, he could make it rain /
Told nobody, everyone else just complained to the /
Point where he debated just blowin out their brains /
Sounds kinda drastic, but this dude here was /
Tired of getting his ass kicked by these stupid bastards /
Then the script flipped in his mind like gymnastics /
He was the man in charge, turned psychotic…like magic.../
Three guns, two hands, extra clip for half of em /
Contemplating craziness that you can’t even fathom…/
The type of craziness to turn people to phantoms /
Happy to Pervert the imagination that God had grant him…
This nigga was pissed off, ticked off, ripped off /
They must got his whole style backwards, Kriss Krossed /
Past the point of melee, rather spray and blaze Ks /
Be happy we’re different and that’s not how I was raised…
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Random. Felt like writing something different. This will probably scare someone, lol. Hopefully not though.
#Okbye
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posted by Secret.
7:42 PM
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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Press Rewind...
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I wrote this to a song, actually. But since I probably won't ever lay the vocals down for it, and basically....I don't want to.... I'll just post it here. lol.
Press Rewind
I'm not a rapper...I'm a writer with mine /
It just so happens that all of my writing's in rhyme /
The message is clear for your ears, the rhyme's are sublime /
They're heavensent, it's evident when you listen to mine /
Metaphors so descriptive they give sight to the blind /
By the way that I describe the inside of my mind /
The way my pen, pad, thoughts, and feelings align /
Is kinda like crack; it get's more addictive in time /
Read my notebook, dopeness is in every line /
Open it, see what you find, my rhymes are acquired /
taste, it's great, the words are polishedm the flow's refined /
Kinda similar to the process of aging wine /
Matter of fact its easy to get a buzz off my rhymes /
like it's wine, I think it should come with a warning sign /
I ain't lyin', I'm tryin to change everything /
While y'all keep droppin' dimes... If you ain't get it... /
Press rewind...
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posted by Secret.
9:09 PM
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