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Brian Payamps Sep 2014
It started with a look
who am I to know were the eyes lead.
I walked life blind sided,
it was always me.
I needed too much but gave so little
isn't that how a **** life story issues.

you took me out the me out the darkness and showed me the light
Thought it was right when I had you by my side.
said "I'm to pale" and showed me the sun.
you showed me the beach as we walked hand in hand and left life trail.
the sun sets...looks like the suns red....
from a distance we can hold the sun with our own hands.

This light brought love and that's pain
you changed my weather but this heat brought rain.
I broke the rules of this dam game
Left my world and joined yours. such a pity shame
Took control of your mind but couldn't enter your heart
1 body 2 organs, life's knowledge you don't think
you just love and
Just run with it, run with
The faster you run the faster it beats....
while mine dies slow.
"your chasing love", go forth and find it so
I fall back... back to my world as you go.

Walked the beach onward reversely
Just one set of feet as I saw,
your steps, my steps and my steps got washed away.
is this how ****** feels once you get away
Death is on my mind synonymous with your name.
But I wont run like Assata I'll stay.
I'll stay and fight like Amaru
I've always been a Shakur.

In the darkness I recite these words
"we were not meant to be those feelings were just lips"
Now your face became a blur
your body heat became a shiver.
As I hope you'll find the love your searching for.

It started with a look. Who am I to tell were my eyes might lead is always been me. Nobody else. I'm back home.
Sep 2014 · 1.6k
letter to my unborn child
Brian Payamps Sep 2014
She said, "How can you just stand there and not care"
I stood my ground as she melted On to the kitchen floor
Told her, "You don't have to hurt no more."
As I walked out like her deadbeat Farher. The door slammed.
Went. Copped a bottle.
And let the project shadows swallow me
Darkness mixed with Hennessy.
I pictured you in my greatest dreams
A minime, a better me
The hurt the pain was just airing out me
Talking to myself in these empty streets
Who is there to hear me!!
Never did I ask why me
Thought I'll help you find your destiny
But God had a better plan for you that didn't include me.
Was it my fault child?
Did I *** short child?
From the **** and the liquor in me
No rubber on when she begged me... to stay.
Your mama brought the devil out from me
But I loved her, loved her more deeply than what I've loved anybody
You were the make or break
The should I go or should I stay
Only man to smile when the cycle didn't come around.
Ask God where I go from here now?
Where you a boy?
Where you a girl?
It doesn't matter with her looks and my attitude you could have taken over the world.
Sun rising as I walk back in to the projects fading shadows
A sticky lobby while wait for this pissy elevator
32nd floor express
As I walk in I see your mama there melted on the kitchen floor
This is a letter to my unborn child
Hope my words reached you in my prayers
Letter to my unborn child.
Sep 2014 · 4.5k
Hands
Brian Payamps Sep 2014
Hands are such a unique feature in our bodies
I mean, hands let us feel what we can't see
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fingers, describe our feelings when we speak.
I mean just picture how my hands move in my poetry
Hands  God's greatest creation on us.
Hands are for love
when one has fallen we reach out hoping
to grab on to someones... hands..
have their own counter parts
because when we hold hands is funny how each one my fingers fit perfectly in the gaps of yours.
These are our hands
Hands used for love
but not all hands are the same
some are used for hate
a set of clenched fingers turn your hands into a fist
a fist which is use to strike in violence or self defense
but those clenched fingers that are laid upon a woman are those of a coward.
Hands are not just for feeling they are for more
they are your identity
from every ashed knuckle to every cut
Hands have a story for us

look your hands and tell the story it tells
Sep 2014 · 2.3k
Friend of mine
Brian Payamps Sep 2014
You call me a friend, as you pull out a knife you stab me in the back.
Not once but twice, friends for life but that's a straight up lie
you don't have a clue about ride or die.
Every couple months you brought somebody new into our group
But at the end it was always me and you.
Asked for my forgiveness when you sinned. Had me questioning like who am I?
But once to many times
I said,... "don't worry its fine."
Who would had thought you were plotting behind mine.
Took the dirt from where you digged out my grave to throw on my name.
You said it and you meant it till death do us part.
You wanted to steer and me not be there for the ride. You wanted the name and everything that came You were my partner in crime,
who you let blind your eyes. You didn't see my vision. Et tu, Brute? You betrayed me like Brutus
did to Julius.
Like judas did to jesus.
You kissed me on the cheek for several gold pieces.
Tell me if
You don't get the anomaly of my metaphor. If this was juice I'm Raheem and your Bishop. Is crazy how much I actually miss you.
All those new people and I'm the only one wishing you. ..... well wherever you are..... whethere is heaven or hell.
What you did was betrayal
and in my grave you buried yourself.
Til death do us part you said it and you meant it.
But here I stand
Hennessy on hand
With the same gun that held the bullets in your lungs.
This was a friend of mine
Till death do us part
In heaven or hell I'll be your ride or die... bang
Sep 2014 · 749
What you see? (look at me)
Brian Payamps Sep 2014
Tell me what you see when you look at me?
Is it love or is it pitty?
Or do you see the lion in me.
The king of these concrete jungle
Running through the city like jumanji

Tell me what you see when you look at me?
Do you see a good son in me?
Or a money hungry boy that's selfish and greedy.
Am i done growing up?
Because I stand 5'7
while my pride reached heaven
Tell me is there Greek in my blood
Am i a decedent of Plato.  
Philosophy like Aristotle.

Tell me What you see when you look at me?
Am I the raven?
Am I 22 in my winter stages.
I must be definition of sadness and sorrow.
No more greater damage than the mental.

Tell me What you see when you look at me?
An intelligent mind with a kind heart.
But love and care is a weakness
When everyone else is selfish.
Shedding tears at your grave was my biggest mistake.
Kind heart weren't you,
Good kid weren't you,
Everything everyone wish they had but nobody really wanted you.

Tell me what you see when you look at me?
Do you approve of the new me?
Tell me What you see when you look at me?
As I stood in front of the mirror and wrote this I saw the corpse of the old me.
Isn't that what you see when you look at me.
Just tell me......

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