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Sunday, August 29, 2010

1 Playing The 4

If you catch me on the block throw the ball in

5 seconds left I guarantee we're gonna win

I won't let us lose

I feel bad for the man playing D on me

'Cause his teammates are gonna blame him for the L

And get mad at me for the cause of my teams' W

But if it wasn't me it was gonna be you

Just be happy it's not the lane that I'm cutting through
Because my launch pad is located there
So if it's not dunk me it's a dunk on you.
Not a post player, but I got moves in the paint
I'm up and under doing shit other players ain't
And don't let the frame fool you bro
six feet tall with a 6'3 wingspan, here I go
Slappin on you niggas
Blocking all your shot attempts
I don't go soft whether women or gents
Hard in the paint is how I get
So don't you forget
Hard in the paint is how I get
On any women or gent.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

"Guesssss"

That chest compression when you're running out of breath

That push of encouragement when you have nothing left
Knowing that you can do it when you're unsure of you're best

Helping you build yourself up with whatever is left,
 Trust me.

Unsure of an emotion I'm the one you can speak to
Not sure of how to approach a situation, I'm the one who will teach you
The times that you are stubborn are usually the times I reach you,

 
I must be.

 
The one you run to when the world seems to crumble

Up on your high horse, come here when you need to be humbled

That pick-me-up when life causes you to stumble

That machete in your hand while you walk through the jungle,

 
It is me.

 
Nothing but love when you're looking up above

Eyes closed feeling the rays of the sun

Warming you as these thoughts do just the same

And every time you complain

That's okay

Because at night I know I'm on your mind

No thank you is needed

Because I already know what you wanna say.

"Day To Day"

I can feel the tribal dancer moving in my heart
I can visualize the spirits of my loved ones lost in the dark
We're really not far apart from the other side
Because Hell resides here on Earth
What are you really worth? Now how much on Earth
Because some niggas that be poor are really rich
And some who have money really don't have shit
It's a two-way mirror that gets clearer by the second
Are new clothes really worth you getting naked?
You can't fake it because soon it becomes real
Even the hardest men on this planet still seem to feel
Some emotions, even if it's pain from the past
Their violent actions are an indication of that.
Now I'm not condoning violence
All I'm saying is the silent aren't really that silent
They lash out and end up in solitary confinement
I'm trying, to see the value in the wolf tickets you sell
Find something sweet in the foul odor of what is your smell
The tasteful elegance in what it is you're feeding me
Or rationalize with your tactics in defeating me
I digress
Because my air is on a timer and I can't afford to waste these breaths
I gotta move forward with each one of these steps
I gotta get stronger with each one of these reps
I gotta...take on head on whatever it is that may be next
Words said softly in the correct allignment sound similar to sex
Out of context and line remind you of a hex
Stiff and tense with their meaning make you flex your muscle
But it just brings you back to your struggle
Quiet storm behind that mouth that is now covered by a mussle
One hell of a bundle
Of joy from a unplanned baby girl or baby boy
It's a reality all of a sudden
Babies are being made by the dozen out the ovens
Of women who can't even drink yet
They can't even think yet
Yet they have convinced themselves that their mindset
Will change as this child increases their age
I'm simply amazed
I'm simply amazed by this craze
These are thoughts that I think
That get thought of by others on a day to day...

"From Up Here"

I watched from a distance
As the weathering of those bringing the storm tarnished your image.
The once declared beauty Queen now a meer shell of herself,
Looking for answers in the most unlikely of places.
I watched from a distance
As the rocks that were being thrown at you got bigger and bigger.
The once "most popular" kid in high school now searching
For someone to hold on to.
I watched from a distance
As the ground below you kept falling out from underneath you.
The once athletic volleyball player now as agile as a slug
Praying that she can hold on just a little longer.
I watched from a distance
As the past that once haunted you came up from the dead.
As the once secretive socialite
Hoped no one knew anythng about her.
But I watch from a distancce
As you wear your jacket and stand your ground
As the same storms that destroyed you are passing.
I watch from a distance
As you shield off those rocks that were once thrown at you
And continue to move forward.
I watch from a distance
As the ground falls from underneath you
You find something to hold on to and pull yourself up.
I watch from a distance
As you continue to move forward
Through the storms
Through the rocks thrown at you
Out of the holes you fall in
And the insecurities that have held you back.
I watch from a distance
But as I watch
I notice how much closer you are
To reaching that final point.
I watched and continue to watch.

Ghetto Gumbo

The fact that I've been told to take this more serious makes me curious

Delerious to that same fact, matter of fact

I really wish I could go back
To a time where a rhyme was something to do to pass the time
Instead of being the valve that releases so much steam
In the hopes it copes my self-esteem
Born son raised bastard
Hear my story on many a block
Young man slanging the rock, many are shot
Get a little bit of money, act funny, and get spotted
All of a sudden you're caught
And it's almost better if it's the DEA that gets you
Because if the streets catch you you're DOA, no rescue
God blessed you
With the ability to sell anything to anyone
But the Devil showed you how to turn it into funds
A gumbo pot of rocks, cash, hoes, and guns
 
Over a bed of lies
 
Who's ready for dinner time?

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Funny T-shirt

Was at work over at South Lake Union when I saw this shirt promoting the South Lake Union Train. No one thought of that before hand??
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Sunday, August 8, 2010

More Thai Graffiti

Here are some more pics of some of the graffiti that I saw while I was in Thailand.