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Seb Tha Guru Feb 2018
Remember days bagging up some minerals.
Trying to find the toys in our cereal.
Now me and Don hiding from the ops like we federal;
Getting kinda hungry, not for food but for miracles.

I’m just thinking bout the old times.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
With TDS, for success, keep that in my mind.
And summer eighteen, promise it’ll be mine.
Seb Tha Guru  Jul 2016
The Growth
Seb Tha Guru Jul 2016
In Alabama just thinking about my life and ****.
I thought the poetry was over but I keep writing ****.

It's really crazy how life changed and rearranged.
The time span of a year, nothing at all the same.
Finding the light in the tunnel, look what I've overcome.
It's the beginning I promise I'm no where near done.
A couple months ago I wondered how would I survive.
I prayed to God every night now look where I've arrived.

Can't get complacent, my time is coming full of success.
Once done with all of the training, it's back to TDS.
Constantly hearing "I'm proud", silently or out loud.
Not too long ago, I only thought I was a problem child.
Cut short the sleeper.
My thoughts deeper.
I'm feeling wild.
Don't even have the same crave for a black and mild.
Once used the money and the women too much for motivation.
Keeping the family fed is now the recreation.

Know I've been gone for a while, I know I'm really missed.
Don't think anyone that knew me thought this would exist.
Sometimes I'm feeling like my life is just a simple movie.
The go getter, the super soldier, but still wonder who's he.

I'm just a rebel.
Who shook the devil.
Who won't settle; for nothing until he conquers everything and gets his empire up out the ghetto.

Things are different now.
I can't lie, my vision's too big and bitter sweet
I wanna sell out shows, sell clothes, do meet and greets.
I'm rambling, I need to cut it short, it's getting late.
I wanna be influential, no longer slept on and make you all awake.

Back in the day, I would never do this, I'd rather hide.
But you can look deep into my eyes and see they're full of pride.
The ones who aren't in my corner now, they must've lied
It doesn't matter, sit back and just enjoy the ride.

TDS will forever be the label.
I'm just putting all of the pieces together as I set the table.
Left home for the summer to come back with a couple grand.
Tired of chasing a check so now I swipe or have it all in hand.
This is my first poem that I've written in quite a while.
And truth be told I may just like this one the most.
To my new day and my age this is just the toast.
I made goals with myself, this is my own oath.
I'm loving the tree I've planted for us and you can see my growth.
Seb Tha Guru Nov 2015
That time was such a year full of excitement.
Sitting in English class writing poems and enlightenment.
Even though I was soft spoken I found myself as a teacher's pet.
After hearing these words you would think I need a vet.
Was the trending topic on every male student's mind wonder if the teacher figured that out yet.

I'd never been one to read my thoughts and writings out loud.
Until she pressured me one time to the class and after said she was proud.
As minor as it seemed, over timed it became major.
Now far as poetry writers and rappers in our graduation class I am called the savior.

Was so anxious to go to class, especially when that project was due.
Was my first piece of poetry work, classmates called me Guru.
The whole time, this teacher knew and said I was destined for success.
Now I have this profile and forming a group called TDS.

Why'd I feel like a teacher's pet?
Because in my head this teacher was my school mom.
Because of her you can type in my name following a dot com.
Even though she helped and was kind and loving to every other student,
I took her kindness, words, and light she shed on me and turning it into a movement.

Sat a couple seats down and smiled at me during graduation.
Every time you spoke to me about my writing you made me feel I could conquer my generation.
I never did much is class, except read what I've been writing every time you would ask.
Knowing to myself you could believe in me and encourage me as a teacher like no other.
Believe it or not, you re-birthed me in my writing form, you're my linguistic and poetry mother.

Sooner than later she left.
Rumors he and her family moved to France.
After a long while I decided to take in your words of consideration and give this a chance.

To make a long story short, you are truly adored and missed.
No longer a kid, I'm grown now, til this day you're appreciated so I had to display this.
Seb Tha Guru Mar 2018
Lately, I been in a different mind frame.
I been writing poems trying to change the game.
Lately, I been thinking bout the bigger picture.
Thinking that my ****** really ain’t my ******.
Lately I been feeling I should give it up.
Thoughts be on a high while I smoke a blunt.
I been scheming.
I been tweaking.
Heineken drinking.
Making plays through the week and chilling on the weekend.

Lately I been trippin I been acting different.
I been acting fake busy, I been working on the mission.
Been feeling bossy, Randy Mossy,
Shout out P Rock.
**** these, suburban *** ******, go hang on the block.
My mama and my baby mama say I’m acting distant.
But really, I just been taking care of most my business.
For TDS,
**** all the the rest,
Like it’s no other way.
I been Lowkey, ain’t made a post in days.
I’m talking 1 week,
2 weeks,
Maybe a month.
I been stuffing all of my demons in the back of trunks.
Tryna put my son and sisters in a good position.
So they ain’t gotta worry bout no other *****.
I’m trying to teach them now not to trust ******.
I’ll be everything they need,
They can count on me.
Don’t worry bout them they with me
I’ll be all they need.
Just know if you cross them;
Then you cross me.

It’s Pressure.
This for all the people that’s gonna rep us.
Everybody telling me I’m next up.
I gotta stay strong through it all
And act like I ain’t going through it all.
Through this pressure.








But the devil is the driver;
I can’t get no higher.
Asking how much is your soul to be the top buyer.
Him and the angels in my favor, they point out the liars.
Down to the wire,
I’m the decided,
Seb now retires.
Randy Johnson Aug 2019
I'm one of the owners of a trucking company that's called STD.
Nobody will hire us, even when we offered to work for free.
The STD stands for Simpson, Taylor and Drees.
But people think it stands for sexually transmitted disease.
My partners suggested that we rename our company to DTS or TDS.
But I'm Simpson and I founded the company, so I refused to say yes.
You don't see any of our trucks on the road because people are afraid of us.
They think we have Aids or ****** and it causes a lot of anger and disgust.
We don't have an STD, so please hire us, I'm so desperate that I'm willing to crawl.
If you don't hire us, I'll personally come to your house and kick you in the *****.

— The End —