"dcs" poems
She orchestrates her life
With organization
And control
Ands let's not one problem
Slip into place
And she cleans her spotless room
To prepare for the company
Coming over
And she takes precisely
3 CDs
And scatters them artfully
On her desk
To make the room seem
Lived in
And less perfect
As she tries to mask
Her loneliness
And separation
That gusts just strong enough
To shake the timbers
But leaves the foundation
Still standing
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
Sometimes i wish i was a rapper in the booth.
Just to be labeled honesty if the dictionary lacked the word "truth".
I'll find a way through teflon gates, Say Jay? you know all about creating a route.
Being a fugitive somehow when the system was designed for no way out.
It's easy to judge as a billionaire when you not staring at debt in a dark room.
When depression telling you to die while anxiety saying we die too soon.
Put the paintings down & peek back through that portal.
It's ****** living suicidal while simultaneously wanting to be immortal.
Maybe you were just speaking of the MCs
but when it comes to the Atlantas, the Baltimores, the DCs ?
The rocks we between harder than the hardest places.
It's a bit much yes, but you see the money to they ear, I see the smiles on they faces.
You went from roaches to diamond crusted brooches and now you hitting the hood with amnesia driven approaches.
Neck flooded with loaded cuban links, that reasonable doubt Jay
Showing money is showing money, what was different about your display?
I guess being rich for two decades it isn't as exciting no more.
Hard for me to tell a man not to be prideful with a come up when yesterday he was sleeping on the floor.
Did you forget what it felt like to talk to God and not get a response later?
To them that's really a phone, hearing a reply from the Lord through that paper.
We appreciate the game, appreciate the wisdom, you're still a legend to this date.
But as you continue to build a wealthy family don't forget how to relate.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC