PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

for I rose above the flame out holding my own in the rap game

spreading my dreams to take flight further upon the inner city

dropping beats with my magic wand can't we all get along was the song

I used to be a memory within the next century nothing phony just keeping it clean

bust a move you show improve you have to be in a very good mood

nothing is sweating in blown up perfection leaves you secong guessing

got pioneers bars drinking chapagne and licking the caviar in charge

got to get ready as i'm driving in my Chevy feeling nothing heavy

folks got there own thing feeling the swing ain't nothing mean a damn thing

rap isn't for losers the wanna be chosers with the Bruce Jenner juicers

its a falacy to take things from me although some folks may disagree

getting caught up in the melody too late to be a felony arm me with harmony

got bars that cook got rhymes that flow bust up the beat to increase its tempo

telling you which way you should go to get the good blow why don't you know

such as Felix and Oscar was there anyoe hotter the pair deserved each other

so why do you even bother my brother Stevie Wonder when he's going under

no one is perfect so get off your high hat don't even know how to react

preachers need to start off as teachers so they can stay close to the meter

when the ball drop at times square do you even know in what to wear

the radio was playing my favorite song so can't we all get along

there needs to be great unity stored up inside of you & me

not some fantasy that turns into reality its not the real thing queen

we need to stand strong holding our own with are hand on the phone

voices, choices and promises

walk with me talk with me in my reality

words can't express what i must confess as much of life is but a mess caught up in a twist

sorry that I missed my chance to tell you the truth as I was tied up in knots

when there's a dozen of pots in my sink

can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought

some times its hard you see to make a bit of sense of what's inside of me

what is one willing to achieve while their coming apart at the seams

there is a lay a way when folks make my day giving me time to pray

outdoor parties with cheers drinking lots of beers with many tears

makes you think a lot when your boggying down to your socks

need to stand firm as one soul soars the other will soon burn

best you wait your turn cause life is full of lies it will take you by surprise