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Damaré M Aug 2013
Do you have to get high to feel more fly? 
Soft *** stoner 
I'm more blunt when I'm sober 
Excuse me to the real dudes who use ****
I know how it be 
But if you only smoke because it's trendy 
Right now your life is pending 
Because you not downloaded 
You buffering 
Losing connection 
I can't respect it 
Your life isn't hectic 
You had to use other folks addresses 
Just to get public school lessons 
Never got a suspension 
Detention because you wasn't paying attention 
You wasn't throwing pencils 
Or raising up dresses 
Or erasing the "warm up" messages
Or guessing during benchmark testing 
Word I heard you was a nerd 
And that's cool
But don't have tape in between 'yo glasses then grow up to gain bad habits 
That's backwards 
Thought life was all about progress 
You have a background which is flawless 
But for acceptance 
You start making exceptions 
I do it for the breathless 
And of my God I don't question 
Exclamation 
To all perpetuation 
But hesitation 
I don't condone perpetration 
Why dissemble on some **** that isn't providential?
Everyone who practically had no choice now want a way out 
Little *** kids you didn't even weigh in 
How did you find your way in? 
That's from real men being pliant
For all you cats who trying 
Stop 'yo lying 
When I'm around Amateurs come in silence 
Like what's a scavenger to a lion? 
About time for all of you late bloomers to become compliant
Damaré M Aug 2013
You only got a buzz and a little fizz
'Cuz you became introduced to soda pop 
I call it soda pop cuz you really "can"
Did everything you can to bottle up your hip hop life 
So that you can appeal to some new fans 
That's what that mountain do 
You get to the top and start foolin with that cola 
Shaking up the crowds 
But you getting ran over 
Then it all spills 
So **** gets real 
Then you figure that you false started 
So you try to run over 
You now follow 2 liters so here comes the Royce's and the rovers
Now you rocking with the rollas 
Guitars and Crown Vic motors 
Got you a six pack for the core 
Security guards attached to your arms 
Dr.pepper spray on his waist 
You didn't spring from that kinda soil 
You say that you were towing the 40 while you was drinking the 40 
Now you root beer 
And 7 up
Just forgot about us 
No more grits and pop tarts 
You doing it for the popular charts 
But I call that **** minute maid 
Cuz you getting paid to do sweet **** like lemonade
Damaré M Aug 2013
Can you keep a secret of mine? 
When I give it to you I want you to have it ok? 
It's yours 
Yours and only yours 
If I tell you this, promise to never judge me 
Promise to never tell anyone 
Pinky? 
Pinky (confirmation) 

I release her smallest finger slowly and gently 
She takes a long and deep breath 
Stares at me softly 
Of course her looks always tenderizes my mind 
Especially when she starts to smile, it allows my heart to chime 
She smiles out of concern and anxiety 
As she urges me to hurry up 
Ok ok ok ... 
Bring me your face I say 
She brings her ear near 
Her smile disappears 
As mines climbs 
My lips grazes her lobe 
As I tell her

...................................

My whiskers, whisper and bass of my voice makes her moist 
Now aloud I tell her to make a choice
So she chooses 
Our bodies instantly fuses 
She couldn't hold the secret 
She tells more and more 
As I get deeper and deeper
Damaré M Aug 2013
I think we're going extinct
I hate to even blink 
...
I remember when we were in sync 
But things changed 
We will act strange over change 
Being caged and attached by chains is voguish 

Are we hopeless? 
Why can we polish our pinky rings 
But leave rust on our linkage chains? 
Our words don't bond anymore 
Our words are shackles 
Our words are like crooked spurs 
And unbalanced saddles 
Yeah It travels 
But lies are to be told 
Only to smear what we really withhold 

I think that we're going extinct 
I hate to blink 
As my eye lids flicker 
More and more existence spills from our mankind 
Man-kind 
We're turning into the kind of men 
Who emotionally melts when we see celebrities 
Where's our rectitude? 

I think we're going extinct 
I hate to blink
Where's my natural woman?
Every time I twitch 
More and more she accepts the word ***** 
And in no time a guy can become exposed to her hips 
Where's our morality? 

Are we going to expire 
All because we create our entire empire with desires? 
Desires and thirst that require us to hurt 
We smile and we smirk 
We loath from good work 
We poke at nerves
We drown our minds to swerve 
We absorb potion 
Only to tranquil our motion 
We indulge in copulation 
With a stranger 
But somehow for consolation 
...
We are endangered 
We are a few more trends away from complete annihilation 
Eradication 
Liquidation 
Obliteration 
Cancellatio­n 
Our tendencies are cancerous and if we keep being patient 
We will need medication 
I don't feel any radiation 
To not become subject to our decimation

I think we're going extinct 
My instincts tell me that
Though we're a percentage and a contributor to this nation 
We are approaching ruination 
My instinct senses that I am one of the few who mentions devastation 
And if I blink one more time 
And if we keep wasting time 
We'll be wastage 
We 
You and I 
We'll be ejected from the race 
And they'll use a prosthetic ethnic affiliation for our replacement 
Can we come together with cooperation 
Resisting this operation 
May we all stand up 
Before they go through with this amputation ! 

Blink
Lets see
Damaré M Aug 2013
My allegiance to be a leader 
Leader of my culture 
Vow to righteous cultivation 
Raise my right fist 
And I tell you this 
I will never quit 
Low souls I will always lift 
My determination is greater than or equal to my liberation 
Truly in the past I've gotten content 
Bent 
Ripped
Torn
Hesitant 
Forgot why I was born 
I ask for your forgiveness 
While I'm a realest 
I know I have to be rigorous 
And stay consistent 
Because now days everyone who's put in position loses their coherence and fear the consequences 
Like why work so hard to be a star?and get everyone to witness, 
Get everyone's attention 
... 
But don't have a mission!
PUT A CAMERA IN FRONT OF ME
TAKE A MILLION PICTURES
MAKE A DOCUMENTARY 
I CAN BE COMPLEMENTARY 
GIVE ME ENDORSEMENTS
I DON'T EVEN WANT THE PROPORTION
I'LL GIVE IT TO THE DISTORTED 
MAKE ME A RAP ARTIST 
AND PUT ME ON THE RADIO 
LET MY VOICE BE HEARD THROUGH THE STEREO 
I hope I don't speak this into existence 
Because all I need is a microphone with my voice coming through the PA system 
It's a shame that I might need security 
But it's not strange that I might need security
If I attract too many brown faces and people who come from unfortunate places 
That's where they draw the line,
Speeches for memorabilia 
But my work will be erased 
Hope I don't sound incredible 
I would not sound ridiculous if you remember our intellectuals 
They don't accept anyone who's exceptional 
They don't want to see anyone who has a big dream in their retinal 
Hopefully I can manage with 
About 30 plus years of residue 
Give up? 
Naw that's just what the rest will do 
Fight for our lives 
And take a chance with my life 
Whatever it takes to restitute
Damaré M Aug 2013
If you check the forecast
I bet you wouldn't figure that all of the people who were once starring in your life will later voluntarily accept a cameo role

They'll cast the brotherhood right into the wind
No matter the degree of the cordiality

If you check the weather now the radar will predict clear skies
Eventually there will be turbidity and heavy rainfall
And a thunder storm that will send all of the forged people striking

You'll be cold as hail
But you'll rather be cold as hell
Before you be hot as pandemonium surrounded by counterfeit persons

So I encourage you to check your forecast before you cast your life with beings who's used to being trife or slight

If they're unwilling to walk with you through your tight fog
I will give you an insight
Don't allow your eyes to precipitate
Monitor your satellite
And it's so SAD about life
So you'll have to condense your map
And don't allow everyone to make the legend
Damaré M Aug 2013
I'm sick and the cure is somewhere by your thighs 
Or what lies in your eyes 
When I get stricken by your pupils
My eyes don't lie 
I'm gazing in a area where I know it's amazing 
The imprint
Makes my jaws clinch 
That tingling feeling penetrates my mouth 
There's a puddle underneath my tongue 
Hold up let me take care of that 
(Gulp) 
Yeah the imprint 
And the tight denim that fit it 
Shorts that's well lifted
Thighs are real gifted
Glazed and smooth 
(Oops a drool) 
Back to the thighs 
The tender side
Right in the middle
Right before the gristle 
Can you see the imprint of my missile? 
Not all the way stiffened , but the pre still sort of drizzle 
I try my best to hide it 
As I think of how you can ride it 
Ride it
Ride it 
Ride it 
Rising 
Rising 
Rising 
OH I CAN'T NEVERMIND IT 
Let me think of sports 
Instead of ******* 
(Ok ima try it again)
Ok that space I don't know if it's declared as your waist 
But under your navel above your laced 
Spell my name with my tongue, scribble over it , erase 
Indent a few times
And skip to the next line 
Extra credit a perfect heading 
I can give it to you just right 
What? MLA or APA format? 
I can turn the page 
The page 
Your back page tacked upwards in the air 
Takes my breath away 
It's a work of art 
A mural so well put together and separated at the same time 
With a dark tunnel of sensation smack dab in the middle 
The best part of that collage is how you're looking back at me for confirmation 
And I just draw your attention to the opening of your tunnel 
Kind of crafty how you shake while I'm in place 
You have more definition than the 3rd 
Your silhouette makes me figure that you shape my life 
Your sketch draw the line between real and fake 
Your art is too curvaceous for any 'ol man hand's to trace 
Your art is just so fine and liberal 
Your touch is just so sensual and Midas 
Your feeling is more like warm apple cider breaking through my cold body
Your taste reminds me of cinnamon or fudge 
And when your milk drips I hate for it to miss my lips 
I miss those lips 
I wish that it was a button that I can click that don't stiffen my wrist to stimulate that ******* 
I don't need a GPS to locate my CVS 
Give it to me 
I'm in symphony 
Them old fashion home remedies
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