A small excerpt as to what the Duke, yes, John Wayne, thinks about your rap:
So you think you're bad, with your rap
Well I'll tell ya pilgrim I started the crap
When you were in diapers and wetting the sheets
I was at the Ponderosa rapping to the beat
Da haahh, da haahh
Da ha-hahh ha-hahh haahh
Sure I rustled some cattle and tended the sheep
But my main concern was rapping to the beat
I don't bother nobody I'm a real nice guy, kinda
laid back like a, dead fly
Da haahh, da haahh
Da ha-hahh ha-hahh haahh
Da haahh, da haahh
Da ha-hahh ha-hahh haahh
I'm talkin, here and now
Later for the cattle and rustlin the cow
If I had a chance to do a repeat
You can bet your sweet dippy I'd be rappin to the beat
Da haahh, da haahh
Da ha-hahh ha-hahh haahh
Que pasa amigos? Not a *pasa* I see
Two hundred punks well what ya gonna do?
I got two six shooters that'll see me through
That's, twelve dead...
and a hundred and eighty-eight pallbearers
Da haahh, da haahh
Da ha-hahh ha-hahh haahh
What I do on your grave won't pass for flowers either
- The Rappin' Duke
This is 2pac's song.Its real deep.Its bout a girl that has a baby and is killed in the end.
2pac-Brenda Got A Baby
Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby
Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby
Baaaaaaaaby
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
i like IT when he's telling stories, and not talking about conspiricy theories. very deep song....
Immortal Technique- You Never Know
[Verse 1]
She was on her way to becoming a college graduate
Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid
The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with
**** the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire
Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire
Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez
Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless
At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids
The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids
But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play
"I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say
Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it
It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it
On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it
Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it
'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it
And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick
Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it
She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy
But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy
She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure
I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure
[Hook - Jean Grae]
Don't you know that, time waits for no man
Not fate, it's all planned
I'm blessed just to know you
I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night
Can't find, a reason why
God came, to you and I
If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know
[Verse 2]
Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad
I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad
That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it
So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute
I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours
On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers
Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower
We talked about, power to the people and such
We spent more time together but it was never enough
I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel
I was too interested, in keeping it real
Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino,"
And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks
Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak
It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks
She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets
To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you
Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu
We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too
Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
But honey's only response, was a face full of tears
She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight
I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight
I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light
Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I went on with my life, college and my career
Ended up locked up like an animal for a year
Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer
Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near
At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her
Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared
Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer
came back, in tact and on track
But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold
Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home
My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone
****in' lots of different women, but I still felt alone
Relatively well-known around the New York underground
But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down
The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair
Though gone physically, somehow it was still there
I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear
So I went and visited the building where she used to live
The world looks a lot different after you do a bid
The way your life done changed
While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game
Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine
Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name
Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta
But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind
She had left it there waiting, for such a long time
I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first
I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed
She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst
Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door
And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor
"Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said
"By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead
But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven
I thank God at least I got to know what love really was
But it hurt me, to see what true love really does
'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was
It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave
You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe
And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me
It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me
This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be
Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV
Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993
I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you
I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you
Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably
No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me"
What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur
But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
She was buried on August 3rd
The story ends without a sequel
And now you know why Technique, don't ****ing fall in love with people
Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you
The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you
Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone
Tech can spin a yarn, I'll give him that, but when it comes to narrative hip-hop, there can only be one king:
Slick Rick - Children's Story 😮💨
Alright you kids get into bed I'll get the story book.
Y'all tucked in?
Here we go.
Once upon a time not long ago,
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin' like they are too good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:
"Me & You, Ty, we gonna make sum cash,
Robbin' old folks and makin' a dash".
They did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm he started acting erratic,
He said "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?",
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radios it to another lady cop.
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him (sorry),
Then he made his move to an abandoned building.
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw? (who?)
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the meanin' of water or soap,
He said ''I need bullets, hurry up, run!''
The dope fiend rolled back a spankin' shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova,
Raced up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatta and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
he told the cops, ''Back off, or honey here's dead''.
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the lil' boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end this story,
He was only (what?) seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cashed.
Good Night.
Originally posted by hh?
i like IT when he's telling stories, and not talking about conspiricy theories. very deep song....
👆
"Faget" by Korn
Him!
Here I am different in this normal world
Why did you tease me? Made me feel absurd
****ing stereotypes feeding their heads
I am ugly. Please just go away
Him!
I can see it's hard to find
This blessing in disguise
Him!
Why do you treat me this way?
Made the hate stay (Made the hurt stay)
I sound like I can never seem to escape
all the laughing, all th pain
If you were me, what would you do?
Nothing, probaly. You'd just throw me away
Faget!
I'm just a pretty boy, whatever you call it
You wouldn't know a real man if you saw it
It keeps going on day after day, son
you fake, if we don't want none
I'm sick and tired of people treating me this way everyday
Who gives a ****?!
Right now I got something to say to all the people that think
I'm strange and I should be out here locked up in a cage
You don't know what the hell is up now anyway
You got this pretty-boy feeling
like I'm enslaved to a world that never
appreciated shit
YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK AND ****ING LIKE IT!!!
He had my gun but he had a body mighty, anysay
He had my gun but he had a body mighty, anyway
He had my gun but he had a body mighty, not going to say
he had my gun but he had a body mighty, anyway
He had my gun but he had a body mighty, anysay
He had my gun but he had a body mighty, not going away
He had my gun but he had a body mighty, not going to say
He had my gun but he had a body mighty, anyway
I'm just a pretty boy, I'm not supposed to **** a girl
I'm just a pretty boy, living in this ****ed up world
All my life, who am I?
I'm just a faget!
Faget!
I'm a faget!
Faget!
I'm not a faget
What am I?
Faget!
You mother ****ing queers!
..and you will know us by the trail of dead - Another morning stoner
Are you asleep, are you in a dream?
The copper shades of a morning
Distant lights beckon & fade
Unwritten songs of another day
I fear that you would never be
Every song in the world for me
I took your hand, led you astray
You cursed the worlds I longed to save
Is heaven to you a perfect place?
The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face?
A field of lives to sow and reap
That some of us will never see
Why is it I don't feel the same?
Are my longings to be blamed
For not seeing heaven like you would see;
Why is a song a world for me?
What is forgiveness?
It's just a dream.
What is forgiveness?
It's everything.
The Bled - Porcelain hearts and hammers for teeth
I'd burn alive to keep you warm when you're alone.
Shiver under blankets in the basement where our secrets sleep.
You pour the liquor on the staircase, girl.
Pass the flask and close your eyes.
Are you grieving for what we've become?
Are you running from that room?
We set the evidence on fire.
We light cigarettes and chase out old regrets.
Are you grieving for tonight?
I smell the sulfur on her skin (breathe in).
Yesterday will be the end of you and I.
Yesterday will be the end of shoulders where we rest our head.
Now we grieve for tomorrow goes on without us.
Now we breathe for no one else.
Everything is broken slowly sinking under waiting for tomorrow waiting for
the grave to tell me that she's lonely.
Open up and hold me slowly feel my body becoming one and only.
Death is just an excuse to forget you.
Now we run from ourselves.
Hope lies not in the mirror.
I'll burn alive for you.
Originally posted by Ketchuptome
This is 2pac's song.Its real deep.Its bout a girl that has a baby and is killed in the end.
2pac-Brenda Got A BabyBrenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a BabyI hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a babyBrenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a BabyI hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a babyBaaaaaaaaby
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
Why does everyone find this kind of shit deep?
-AC
Love this one by Mr Lif and Aesop Rock called Success. 😮💨
[Mr. Lif]
This is rock bottom y'all, I never expected it
In order to be businesslike you must meet the prerequisite
Leave your culture at home, smile, don't be too proud, too wild
You may suffer, just don't cry out loud
This notion of proffesionalism is like an exorcism
Forced to give your life away while you're earnin' a livin'
These thoughts had stopped me from rejoinin' the work force
but now the situation I'm in, just seems to hurt more
Maybe it wont be bad, maybe it'll be good
I could use a little structure in my life, maybe I should
Take my suit and tie out of the closet
Try shinin' my shoes and brush the f**kin' dust off of my wallet
Let's consider the prospects, make a couple phone calls
Now so many interviews you know I got next week
I'm strictly goin'from the bottom to the peak
I'm ready focused and determined to get back on my feet
Chorus
[Aesop Rock]
Daddy had a name tag that said, 'Busy Working'
Mommy had a milk carton that said, 'Missing Person'
John had a new baseball glove, with nobody to learn with
That's oil and water trying to mix on the same surface
[Mr. Lif]
I got a job at a business place I chose not to name
Ask me how did I achieve this so quick? Yes you may
Back when I was compiled a stunning resume
I didn't value way back then, but boy it helped today
I'm pushin' every single thought of rebellin' away
I'm workin' real hard, and my pockets are swellin', and hey
Can you believe I met the girl of my dreams, I swear she's meant
for me
We've been together over 2 years, goin' on 3
We married on our 4th anniversary
Bought a house and turned a room into a nursery
For the bouncin' baby that we're expecting in June
I sat in that delivery room from noon, to noon
24 hours of labour then the nurse asked me his title for the
paper
You know, so the government can chase ya'
First name: John, Last name: Insignificant
I'm smiling like a proud dad; I got the birth certificate
Go to the house and here's my
and I looked around and nothing's good enough for her or him
So my 8 hour days became 9; 9 slid up to 10; a subtle slip up to
11 and then
And after a 12 hour day, I too little energy to say 'I love you'
to my baby
Or play daddy to J, and I thought this was the way
o be a husband and a father
I guess I could've looked in her eyes, and seen I lost her
But it wasn't my fault, I'm workin' hard, it couldn't be
I've been successfully existing as a member of this family
I was so convinced the household had to always be complete
I didn't realize the only thing that's missing is me
Chorus
[Mr. Lif]
There was never any talk of divorce
I can't believe how focused I was in the face of such a huge
potential loss
Thought I signed a greivance with the boss
In fact, I was mad at my wife, as if she's trying to knock me
off course
But I still visited the florist, to get her flowers
(When the last time I did this?) Hmm.. not since our wedding
shower
I got home and I was greeted by the fact we'd been deleted
I was someone that my wife and child thought they no longer
needed
And before I could say, 'Where's John?'
I looked down and he was clingin' to her arm
I realized-ed that I'm wrong
I blacked out and by the time I came to, they were gone
But somehow I sat and shook my head, and then I carried on
And I still completed 3 weeks of work, before my breakdown
The ambulances came and I got medicine to take now
And it's hard to get a job when you been treated and released
So both my relationship and my career had deceased
It took years to put myself together, peice by peice
And thank God I found a woman that's propitiate with me
And I'll never let this happen again, it's not to be
I'm ready focused and determined to get back on my feet
[Aesop Rock]
Daddy had a name tag that said, 'Busy Working'
Mommy had a milk carton that said, 'Missing Person'
John had a new baseball glove, with nobody to learn with
The oil left the water and the water kept searchin'
Ah, Aesop Rock, that reminds me of one of my favorite lyrics.
Aesop Rock - No Regrets
Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet.
There was Joshua, age 10,
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle,
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin' lines to concrete
But she would only smile.
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say,
''Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?''
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
''I'm busy, thank you much''
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
''Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??''
She said:
''I'm not giving in, I'm finished,'' and walked away.
(Chorus)
1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed,
A B C
That's the speed of the need.
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it,
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it.
Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in,
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little Bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4.
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way.
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too,
So they'd connect on Saturdays to share the pictures that they drew.
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin' nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, ''Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??''
Lucy would smile and say ''I'm busy, thank you much''.
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was.
And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece.
(Chorus)
Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in,
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn,
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on.
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all.
No Rico, he had passed, aout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nuthin'
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
''Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!''
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that,
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures,
And she died.
And that, my friends, is pure poetic genius.
Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Why does everyone find this kind of shit deep?-AC
Thats uncalled for...
Everybody has different ideas of what's deep to them...
2pac is deep to a lot of people (Not to me), so just let them be...
I've read alot of these topics and cant understand why some bands get recognition, but im not going to rain on their parade am i...
Title: Nose-Bleed Section
Artist: Hilltop Hoods
Lyrics: For my people in the front, in the nose bleed section,
This is for the headsets loving the mix,
My people in the front all covered in spit,
Batters in the box,
Suffa’s to pitch
Hilltop hoods all humping this *****
We are the funk leaders, punks you can’t beat us
We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us
So jump with us, down the front if its,
Your flavour, come get drunk with us
This life turned out nothing like I had planned,
Why not? By now I should have had some land,
Some money in my hand, right about fifty grand,
But I got nothing, nothing, I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering, suffering, from the lines in the dust you keep sniffing,
That shit is for the punk, that shit is for my bros, the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
Check it out
I got hip-hop taste buds,
Wanna hear that bass when I make love,
Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up,
I write rhy,mes to get me through a break up….*****
I love my whisky, straight,
No chaser, when 350 breaks, no flavour
Till I found this one and made the,
Bass hooked with the drum, my saviour,
This is the come back, tounge black
Sharp like a thumb tak, so tight chains the same,
Kick my foot back, one track, gay track,
Gave that residual, noise banned funk that we claimed with the digital,
Toys of the apache, you’re failing to match me
Throw your hands in the air like u hailing a taxi “taxi”
And move to the front row, ur stepping are you drunk bro?
This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
People don’t complain if suffa’s in here,
and you’re in the front row all covered in beer
and the club bonus don’t say that they’re wrecked if they’re full,
if the roof is on fire, its an electric fault
well I bet you in bulk, when I bring it live,
like Friday night footy in my hoodie, I can hide,
I get live from the brakes, someone place one,
Lads if you’re heading to the bar, grab your mates one,
Ladies come chill, come work with me honey,
I got like half a mill in monopoly money,
theres no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand
We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand,
take a plane to Japan and drink saki with the mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Geduffia
Dinner date followed by a funk show uh
Well rip off our tops and jump around in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
Put me here, and im all yours,
its not for the money and its not for the applause, no
it’s the nosebleed section
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
- - - - - - - - - -
probly dont know it bcoz its aussie, or was it nz.. en *shrugs*
Mr Lif, El-P, Jean Grae & Akrobatik - Post Mortem. Amazing track, gives me goosebumps the lyrics are so good.
[Mr. Lif]
This is the last chapter
Bombs hit who? Crushed what?
Over there? Oh my god, oh dear
I was hmm.. I think I was *h* goin somewhere
About to paint my fear bright glare not quite clear
Stay blinded to the light of possibilities
Think I heard the screams of those in my proximity
On how they started thinking wishfully
Guided by fear I'm semi aware
Please, is anybody out there?
[El-P]
It was a gentle fission kiss on my block
And hot light like a baby breathing sigh a terrain
And now my name is merely left
Suckin on brain exist before the final flash
The emotion of pretty details of a life I had passed
Now my warm night in Brooklyn is ash
Falling from the snot of loosies that I choked
Around the corner from class
Before the moments when the moon can move fast
Another summer slowly growing with the friendships
That would end with a blast
Or how the hours could so blissfully lag
She slid her tongue between my lips and I gasped
Told my dawgs and they laughed
Now we're combining our cash at last
A pack of smokes and a flask
Hopeless liquor with a gas aftermath.
[Jean Grae]
Convert to atheism denounce god pronounce religion dead
Faith in nothing trace my wrists with razors
I refuse to wait for the blades to erase my spirit
Death - faced with it - run to it - not from it
Swallow all the pills in the medicine cabinet
Chase it with a bottle of 151 hung mommy
Head outside the smashed windows in trash my hotel lobby
Break the grip off the time at last
I find I get to him up Wish I did more sinnin
Get a strap on run up in two women
Laid in the middle of a highway wait for pain to hit me
Still a can with people lootin screamin come and get me
Finally it was porn shop biggest gun crowded street
Blow my brains to hell - I'm gone - and let the devil come for me
[Akrobatik]
What's the chance that I'd be one of the last ones left of my preceders
The Earth Crusher came before I could even conceive a fetus
But I did go from nothing to misunderstood elitist
Who tried to tell his people the lies instead of acting like defeatists
But what good is that? Cause we're now all goin to hell
Like some kid playin in his class out talkin before the bell
I died believing in righteousness but I could have indulged more
Cause giving in to temptation don't seem that raw no more
I heard some airline offered flights into space
I shoulda took it to see earth before they matched up the place
I thought I'd be alone when they finally came to get me
But nobody gotta miss me because they all comin with me
[Mr. Lif]
Our horizon was accessorizing we bred more need
Best believe this be the equation of greed
I need a new car and thus new breaks
Another tune-up with lube
Whatever's put together shall be unscrewed
In times of famine we made more food
Food made more people
It's all explained within the cycle of evil
Would I trade it all?
Cruisin down the highway on a bright summer day
Gazing out a plane to see the earth from miles away
Watchin the patriots win the super bowl
Grabbin that fumble from Ricky Prole
Or my stereo provided me with rhythm and soul
I don't know, all I know is I feel guilt for
Every single thing I've ever bought and sold
I shoulda been at more demonstrations
Planted bombs in corporations
Murdered CEO's and cancelled TV shows
Burned billboards and torn posters
I coulda read more
Finally I get to meet this god they left us dead for
And its ill, its power to the form of a bill
To which people killed by manipulated free will
Conscience be the crucifix a chopping block for poppycock
And I can feel our spirits drop upon these streets I oddly walk
Enough talk! Here's my last chance to cherish a thought
My flesh is fully melted and my stomach's in a knot
So to my love I hated to leave you alone
Parted my zone passion took me to places and my life was a poem
Baby I was on my way home about to catch a flight
Our meeting has dissolved in radiation and light
Love you gave me made me shine
You're gorgeous with a powerful mind
You lifted my spirits and strengthened my spine
I'm at peace with my life cause knowin you was divine
You made me see eternal beauty in a world that was dying
Now we're all ground by the grind
Out of luck and out of line, out of signs
And now we're out of time...
clapping notworthy