Late one night, I took a path
through woods I did not know.
A quicker way, it was I found
to get me to my home.
Dark that night, without a light,
the woods gave up strange sounds.
The shadows of the trees, they seemed
to move across the ground.
I walked a little faster.
My home I longed to see.
But then I heard an eerie howl,
and run I did indeed.
I bumped into some bushes,
I ran into the trees,
The only thought twas in my head
was pray my feet to flee.
My nerves they were a jumpin'
in trees I was a bumpin.
In my chest my heart was thumpin,
when I fell over somthin.
I lay there just a moment,
when two eyes did I see.
No faster man you'll ever be,
than I that night would be.
On my feet I quickly jumped.
My home I now could see.
Then I reached into my pocket
and I fumbled for the key.
Something from the woods I heard,
what horror can this be.
With key in door, I turn to see
my old dog run up to me.
Now, I'm here to tell a story
Bout some lessons learned shawty
I got me a tough crew, know what um sayin
We played da diss game, slaydum
Not one a da crew, brought da game shame
First, I dubbed myself Kang
I'm good, true! But didn't mean a thang
Then coughed ma gural Sumpim
She got da club thumpin
Put her own style in da game, bra
We still thuggin? Na!
She first coughed a little gural princess
Kicked in the castle, copped the Queen's dress
Took the crown, made her own success
Her rhymes get the heart pumpim
Much respect to me gural Somthin
Next, little siss picked up the mike
Jumped on the tandem, started peddlin the bike
Shawty's rhymes hit dem in da face
She rhymed like a thug, dresses in satin an lace
Mad props out to my siss, Madison grace
I was alone, like a stand a timber
Poof! Forest on fire with Diein Ember
Laid down rhymes so tight
He'd have my back in any fight
I gotta thank ma boyyy
Gangstan whichu was a flippin joy
Otta nowhere swaggs a tru Gansta chick
Bustin rhymes en droppin dimes like she was Slick Rick
Wedyan be da real trick! Thanks gural slick
Finally, swooped the dark Raven
Rollin on 22's gatz a blazzin
Loyall to da shawtys
Flyin like a bomber on sorties
Droppin posers to der knees
Makin succaass beg, brotha please
To all ya all I got ta tell ya
Would I do it again, hell ya
Um movin on to a new gig
Pull off my crown, plop on a wig
To ya readers out dare got some advice
Giv it a spit, it's Gangsta's Paradise!!!
I heard you whispering through the empty door-frame
Seeking sleep from your desired lover, unchanged and the same
the twilight years of life, are they anything like the twilight zone?
Perhaps the alzheimers leads to a quantum close
mirrors float like seperated identities, I let the spirit into me
Sentient flow comes with a pill of Gingko biloba
The oval Mandala SWEEPS me up!
Back in the circle of the SANSKIRT gumption
Carved like a pumpkin, that's sumthin if you're thumpin
It's that time of year again
The weather changes and things grow
The sun comes out
Washing away the fears of the past
Bringing forth a beautiful future
Smiles of people pass me
Walking down the street full of bliss
The sun on my face and wind in my hair
Not a thing wrong with the world
A kiss from a stranger
A hug from a friend
At this rate
Our world will never end
Heads thumpin to the beat
Not a care in the world
Oh, it's that time of year again
When the weather changes and life begins
Opening a bright future
The world is beautiful, friends.
Jazz history teacher scattin about
Now, war on drugs (weed)
wait, kansas city night clubs
Territorial Deviants howl the blues
dragging themselves bar to bar to jam
Teach has jeans and a black long sleeve
shows off his impressive gut
27th and manhattan, playin for pete
everynight bald head shinin
bass thumpin, saxophone whinin
count bessie, chick webb, rotating stage
Things I Hate...
I hate it when you're talking to someone online...and they just go offline w/o saying bye (can you say rude?)
I hate when you bite into a chicken wing...and get that tough vain thing and you throw up in your mouth a little
I hate it when someone tells you they'll call...and they don't
I hate it when you find something on tv FINALLY...and its got five minutes left
I hate it when the bible thumpin, honk if you love
jesus people, decide you need jesus...at 8am
I hate it when you're reading a book you got from a resale store...and the last few pages are torn out
I hate it when you put your heart into something...and its just not good enough
I hate it when you feel alone...yet there are dozens of people all around you
I hate it when you try to help...and it goes unappreciated
I hate it when you dont want help...and someone insists
I hate it when people volunteer you for things...without asking you first
I hate it when you're heart aches...but they dont make a pill for that
I hate it, that i hate so many things...when all i want is to be happy