This is something I wrote in 2007... It was just my thoughts on the influence of the media over culture and to a greater extent life in general. To date, it is still untitled...
Lupe Fiasco might jus be da greatest rapper today
Now I kno you think what did he say
But first ponder this a line that he dropped
And if you seriously listen ya mind may stop
And I quote: "No Honor Amongst Fellows
It's like sittin next to a blind and tryna describe yellow"
At first I was like that was a hot punchline
Then as gears started to spin in da back of my mind
I find that life's a circus and I sit at center stage
As mirage after mirage is shown to me to keep me engaged
But what does it really mean
And who is this ringmaster that continues to orchestrate what is seen
Is it tha rappers fault that I'm in love with money
Yet I spend it on useless things like a mindless dummy
Have you really just stopped to audit your life and see what's wrong
And realized that you ride on 20 inch chrome that cost mo than ya home
Or that you got a tattoo to feel hard yet it means nothin
And all you can say is that I gotta keep it real that's why I got this weapon
You go out and do wrong live life wit no boundary
You kill others dreams since you've long shut down your own dream factory
It feels real good to be bad and since you're good at it you strive
You subconsciously realize that's the only time you feel alive
At all other times you walk da zombie path
Neither going or coming no goals you have
They say there is a heaven but how do they know
No one's ever been there and took pictures to show
So why should I live life followin tha laws of this land
Oh cuz I've gotta please the morals of some unseen big man
Now do not mistake my words as blasphemy
Cuz like Talib Kweli said if I don't kno "My Father" then this life I live is bastardly
Humbled hearts and a pure soul is what he asks of me
And all I ask I return is send me some sign for me to see
Not a 40 year flood or a burning bush
I need peace in the middle east and violence shushed
But he can't control that cuz that's the work of man
Got damn didn't I start this off by saying there is no honor amongst men
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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Friday, February 19, 2010
2 More Poems for you cool people
Okay so a few years back I thought I was a poet so I wrote these poems. These two poems are about the first encounter between a man and woman. I tried to write from first the male's perspective and subsequently from the female's position. I think they come out pretty good but hey... I'm a little biased...
This one is called First Impression:
I'm thinkin.... I'm thinkin what can I say
It's hard to find words when she's lookin my way
Scrollin through my mental chic-tionary for a verse
Wonderin what would be best as these words are my first
My hope is to discover the path to her heart
But my complication is the way that I'll start
I could go pimpin ya digg...and use rhyming words
Maybe she'll fall for my rhyming verbs...
Nah she's classy not trashy so truth may work best
With this kind of chick i gotta seperate myself from da rest
So I roll up, brow sweatin...palms doin da same
I come with that first line...Excuse Me Miss, What's your name
See I've been thinkin of what I could say to capture your attention
Wait I must stop cuz your beauty I must mention
Amazing as you are alone you cannot be
So ya man's name is what?... tho i'm hopin you say me
But back to the task at hand, ya man
Is he someone special if not then without him you should stand
I could hold ya hand and warm ya shoulders
I'm a man of my word so you can trust what i've told ya
You and I flying high watching others hate us
Happy with me is the only way things would be just
So ma'am please consider a "we" future
Ya name being mine...now how would that suit ya...
And This Is Entitled The Response
Okay I'm standing here alone in this half filled room
Waitin on my friend girl to arrive soon
I glance around to scope my surroundings
Already 3 guys have tried to hound me
It's funny how guys think their slick
When they come with those weak lines tryin to get a chick
Do they not know the best approach is confidence
That and honesty awards you a second conference
So I look down at my phone to check for missed calls
I look up and see this guy on the wall
I'm not sure if he's cute in this dim light
But from what I can tell he looks alright
Then I notice him noticing me
You know that thing guys do when their lookin but don't want you to see
He looks up at me then looks past
Looks around the room but his target is what he sees last
And then he starts my way
From the look on his face he's lookin for the words to say
I doubt that they will be words to convince
But truly that is of no consequence
He opens with "Excuse Me Miss, What's your name"
It was different so I guess this guy must be sane
We continue to converse and we avoid the worse
He brings up my man but I avoid that verse
The BOY i'm with now hardly is able to wow
And this guy is much better I can see that now
I give him my number and he returns the gesture
This may be the start of life mo' betta
Being the lady that I am I hit him with my line
You know any good poker player must hide her hand
So I look to him as I suppress my smile with my hand
And say "We can talk but, let's just be friends"
This one is called First Impression:
I'm thinkin.... I'm thinkin what can I say
It's hard to find words when she's lookin my way
Scrollin through my mental chic-tionary for a verse
Wonderin what would be best as these words are my first
My hope is to discover the path to her heart
But my complication is the way that I'll start
I could go pimpin ya digg...and use rhyming words
Maybe she'll fall for my rhyming verbs...
Nah she's classy not trashy so truth may work best
With this kind of chick i gotta seperate myself from da rest
So I roll up, brow sweatin...palms doin da same
I come with that first line...Excuse Me Miss, What's your name
See I've been thinkin of what I could say to capture your attention
Wait I must stop cuz your beauty I must mention
Amazing as you are alone you cannot be
So ya man's name is what?... tho i'm hopin you say me
But back to the task at hand, ya man
Is he someone special if not then without him you should stand
I could hold ya hand and warm ya shoulders
I'm a man of my word so you can trust what i've told ya
You and I flying high watching others hate us
Happy with me is the only way things would be just
So ma'am please consider a "we" future
Ya name being mine...now how would that suit ya...
And This Is Entitled The Response
Okay I'm standing here alone in this half filled room
Waitin on my friend girl to arrive soon
I glance around to scope my surroundings
Already 3 guys have tried to hound me
It's funny how guys think their slick
When they come with those weak lines tryin to get a chick
Do they not know the best approach is confidence
That and honesty awards you a second conference
So I look down at my phone to check for missed calls
I look up and see this guy on the wall
I'm not sure if he's cute in this dim light
But from what I can tell he looks alright
Then I notice him noticing me
You know that thing guys do when their lookin but don't want you to see
He looks up at me then looks past
Looks around the room but his target is what he sees last
And then he starts my way
From the look on his face he's lookin for the words to say
I doubt that they will be words to convince
But truly that is of no consequence
He opens with "Excuse Me Miss, What's your name"
It was different so I guess this guy must be sane
We continue to converse and we avoid the worse
He brings up my man but I avoid that verse
The BOY i'm with now hardly is able to wow
And this guy is much better I can see that now
I give him my number and he returns the gesture
This may be the start of life mo' betta
Being the lady that I am I hit him with my line
You know any good poker player must hide her hand
So I look to him as I suppress my smile with my hand
And say "We can talk but, let's just be friends"
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Poems by Backpack Mack Pt. 1
I've decided to retrieve some of the poems that I used to have on Facebook and post them on the blog. Here is the first post:
Heaven on Earth
When our time ends and this run is done
I hope you'll be by my side for that cold ride home
Your hand in mine we'll face it together
Ready to see whatever and whomever
If we get to heaven and you don't get in
Then my acceptance I would deny until you came up again
For being alone in Heaven is not worth
Goin to paradise yet leaving my Heaven on Earth
Thief in the Night
Officer, I'd like to report a theft
Yesterday a bandit came by took my heart and left
I awoke this morning, confused in a daze
Trapped in emotions like a mouse in a maze
I wonder where it is, if you find it let me know
I'm just scared to think what a bandit of this caliber has in store
I can't sleep, can't think, can't even stomach a bite
Wait write that down, the bandit even stole my appetite
Now I'm lost and this just isn't right
How did this happen? Somehow... my heart was stolen by a Thief in the Night
Heaven on Earth
When our time ends and this run is done
I hope you'll be by my side for that cold ride home
Your hand in mine we'll face it together
Ready to see whatever and whomever
If we get to heaven and you don't get in
Then my acceptance I would deny until you came up again
For being alone in Heaven is not worth
Goin to paradise yet leaving my Heaven on Earth
Thief in the Night
Officer, I'd like to report a theft
Yesterday a bandit came by took my heart and left
I awoke this morning, confused in a daze
Trapped in emotions like a mouse in a maze
I wonder where it is, if you find it let me know
I'm just scared to think what a bandit of this caliber has in store
I can't sleep, can't think, can't even stomach a bite
Wait write that down, the bandit even stole my appetite
Now I'm lost and this just isn't right
How did this happen? Somehow... my heart was stolen by a Thief in the Night
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