Oct
30
A Poet at the Mic
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30
It’s Messed Up (W. 7th Poet)
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It’s messed up
how people handle situations
in the wrong way
what was once a spark
became a flame
now the flame is
an inferno, just because one person
didn’t know what was said
and instigated the whole conversation
which led to friends
2 wish each other dead
being cool since grade school,
now it’s what we call beef
it’s crazy how it had to be.
Messed up.
Oct
30
All Eyes on Me (W. 7th Poet)
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I see all eyes on me
telling me to stop
but I’m addicted to the streets,
that fast money, cash money
I don’t even want to sleep
and my soul’s getting weak
and my mama’s sayin’
“Son, if you wanna stay alive
you gotta think!”.
Oct
30
Risky (W. 7th Poet)
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I used to think “risky”,
didn’t care if the police stopped me and frisked me
but now I’m jammed up, gettin’ slammed up,
and they won’t even let me stand up
I’m scared inside
but I’m gonna stand tough
nobody’s perfect
and I done seen the worst stuff
Smile on my face,
but inside,
I’m still hurtin’
and my minds always lurkin, still lookin
and I’ll keep searchin’
Oct
26
Working on a Project with a Mentor
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(posted by M.)
Hey what‘s up! This is your girl M. a.k.a. Lee-Lee. Man, the lab is a cool place a to express your feelings, so when you’re mad or just feel like whining hit The Lab!!!! I am working with my mentor and I am making a CD so that is great. You are gonna have so much fun.
Oct
24
I Used to Be (W. 7th Poet)
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I Used To Be
I used to be hustle,
made savage
but now,
I’m on my grown man status
I used to want to flip keys
and shoot at the police
but now,
I’m not tryin’ to push P’s
and live life like a retired OG.
I used to be.
Oct
24
I Believe (W. 7th Poet)
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I Believe…
can’t nothin’ stop me
but Jesus Christ
Most of the time,
I try to do right
but sometimes, right isn’t right
back in the day
the Big fight was for what was rights –
Our Rights, civil rights
Lives lost, candles dimmed
back then, it was the white man
now it’s the brothers
that got the same color skin.
Oct
17
My Life
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MY LIFE
My life has changed
with a baby on the way,
what can say?
I feel in love
with an angel from up above
My life has changed
I have a job making money to support my honey
My life has changed
I’m getting my own place.
me, my baby and my girl
and I still have a dream
to change the world
My life has changed
Soon I’ll be driving,
becoming a man,
taking my baby on walks through the sand
My life has changed.
- A –
