I stroll along a familiar path
that leads to nowhere
but it is somewhere to me
but then is life fair.
This path leads me straight
so that no deviation is necessary
as straight as a dogs leg
but then I am not fussy.
we pass hills too steep to climb
streams -too cold to face
clover, daisies and chalk we pass
now we have to pick up the pace.
The daisies remind me of you
pure yet straight laced
the clover makes me blush
are we tied to the same brush?
The wind sweeps the land
cleaning it of unwanted leaves
deep down it needs a good clean
the universe believes.
Dumping ******* on the earth
sweeps the mind of guilty men
this walk,I believe will eventually
happen once again.

He walks in, khakis cuffed
Nikes laced tight.
He says, "I know hip hop is dead
But Imma revive it tonight".
He picks up the mic
While they laugh cause he's white.
He pays no mind,
Just steps into the spotlight.
Their jaws drop
When he starts to spit
They've never seen his match,
He's on that real ****.
He ran out of rhymes, he's freestylin' now
And every syllable, like a puzzle piece, fits.
There's a smile on his face now,
He knows he's legit.
He drops the mic
And walks away,
Doesn't look back
Its more impactful that way.
Everyone just stares
They don't know what to say
All they know, deep inside,
Is hip hop was reborn that day.

Heard a hip-hop anthem today

BOSS

“Michelle Obama… purse so heavy… getting Oprah dollars…”

A rhythmic dance beat spelling out

Confidence

And

Respect

A baller banner of pride

Flung to the ceiling, waving

Women’s independence

Black women’s power

I see it…

But

Is an album adorned with 5 sultry females

Clad only in a man’s shirt and high heels

Singing show me the money

Sold to the club scene to inspire ***** shaking

And Yeager bomb throwing

So we forget the work week challenges

Relationship pains

And

Embrace vicariously our entitlements

HELPFUL?

Give me vanilla ice cream
With Lemmon ice tea
With a big ice cube
And I'll be kool mo dee.

Yes, Hip-Hop.
                           Because

I like music that feels like my hair texture.

Both birds would win medals for their hue
Both have rather a puffed up plump chest
Would the pigeon look apt on a christmas card
I think the robin does this job actually the best.
Who would win the contest with the loudest call
You dont see many robins in Trafalgar Square
But then again it is the cuteness that wins every time
Put that to the pigeon and he'd say "what do I care!"

His heart beat to the sound of a distant drum
Marching and beating constantly so it seemed
Rhythmic like the guitar on which you strum
Little did anyone imagine this or could have dreamed.
The music stopped, the blood failed to rush
Relationships with the old heart ceased
The ears could her every kind of hush
And all that was called was the Priest.
Life flashed before the congregation's eyes
It seemed as though he was back for a while
The music drowned everyone's cries
He marched with angels long the golden mile.

Death walked into the room
Looked me straight in the eyes
He said are you ready to die?
I said i was born to die
Death smiled
God smiled back