Stageless Crime: --- I’m mad because I can’t go spit, but mad at my damn self, because I rehearsed, yet can’t remember my $h!t. Oh! It’s fa-show, gone be a hit! When I finish, they gone be like, “I like that--you need to re-spit this!” But I am in college, gaining another person’s knowledge, and there’s not enough time in the day to really get into me. I’m talking about WuRdZ4LiFe PoEtRy. Doing what you do on stage with the crowd’s eyes on the stare and their minds on blaze. And at the end of the night, we might even get paid. Hell yeah! I MISS THE STAGE! I want to hang out at the Yoga House with Jem thepoet, and personally apologize to Treva, but Hispoet will never know it. I want to see Joe P; looking ass nigga and Khalid the Future! Tmbuktu da Poet, I love you my nikka, no matter the confusion. However, Freez Eternal, and don’t forget about Se7en and Jeremyah Thefluentone Payne. I could keep going, but there are too many names. Words become swords and slice the dead skin off, while affirmations become critiques of one’s behavior to constructing criticism’s cost. I have a dream and I want to perform the vision, but I must return to studying, because my chances are either dead or living in prison. Choices and decisions, and performing isn’t paying the bills right now--I gotta keep leaving. I’ll be back thoe, but maybe in the form of a book that is every day on your face, or possibly at a Motivational Speaker meeting on how to Decrease Poverty in the Human Race. I want to do more than one thing. I look at it this way, if you want the money for government funding to help a people, you must make yourself an equal. Educate yourself on their level, because surly they will one day knock at your door and make you think they are the devil. I still want to perform, but it’s bigger than that. It’s bigger than those who called my ancestors the “N” word, Colored, African American, Slaves, but still Black. If I want to do big things, I must do Big Things, and we perish for the lack of knowledge, so that’s why I’m doing the business college thing. I’m doing it because I am tired of trying, and if anyone wants me to come perform all over the states, then please pay for my flying. Working my way up the later and shattered glass was left on the sidewalk, as barefoot pedestrians were enforced to run faster. A brief summary of endless chapters from the mind and I miss the stage so much, I’m a victim of stageless crimes—WuRdZ4LiFe PoEtRy ©2014
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 00:41:38 +0000
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