"rashid" poems
tizz is love it or hate it, nuttin' in between
addicted to yayo like sheen, 500 bpm heartbeat
don't do it anymore, but remain psychotic
and hunt down idiotics like a carnivore
from florida to berlin, from tropic to toxic
deep in da game, da grimy streetz know my name
it'z tizzop, 14.8 inchez of hip-hop
hangin' at rashid'z, shisha ready, cuban necklace
three men in da back but ya don't know who it iz
all of 'em are dark-skinned, all of 'em are bearded
most important of all: all of 'em are fearless
we don't know what it meanz to be scared
just some migrantz who will now be heard
da territory split up: kurdz, arabz and turkz
we got our own law, like omerta, like da cosa
one apartment here, and one block' there
like bushido did, back in da dayz wit fler
sonny black carlo, godfatherz, yeeeah
power is about makin it and takin it, unlike nine said
unlike any other guy said, and if ya don't wanna buy it
find ya eyez in da wine-red, da choppaz are wild catz
ya can use them for da furiouz, some become notoriouz
otherz don't and die, but dey will be honored:
watch da muralz; urban networkz, also in da rural,
and five-o just remainz neutral; it is crucial to be brutal
as it iz to remain truthful; lyricistz can't deal wit diz
g-boy attitude of tizz: letz celebrate diversity
and ante up on google, i write barz and do diz
i'm a little too youthful for these oldskoolish
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
Soulquarians, gather round.
Hear my testimony. Representin’
Chi town to the fullest. Given the
Name Lonnie Rashid Lynn,
I earned the name Common.
I am, put on this stage for a purpose.
My verses give you, common sense.
I am, the role model to the past,
Present and, future. Being the
Loquacious man I am, I am,
Finding forever in you. So, keep me
In your mind because my time, is
Unforgettable.
Unforgettable I am. I speak with clarity.
Satisfying your starving eyes as I,
Feed you knowledge. I am,
That reflecting image in that young
Persons mirror. Watching them loose
Motivation.
And it’s sad cause’, we got arms,
But wont reach for the skies.
Our ignorance is in the same breath as
Our innocence, subconsciously, seeking to
Find an impressionable mind to convince.
I found one. Mani. One who is beautiful
And sweet. She told me, your lyrics inspire
Me. You are the rarest piece of finery,
And I would hate to lose you. She said,
Find forever in me. Lay upon me,
Your exquisite gift of poetry.
She said, I remember sittin’ in my room
With my boom box bangin’ so loud,
That your rythmatic vibrations caused
The pictures on my wall to form a
New image.
Listening to the game over, and over,
And over until my ears were filled
With beats that flowed from my pen,
And onto my sheet, of paper.
Papers, stacked so high with the words,
I love Common. Common. Nonsense,
Is what we’re seeing these days. So,
If you find the pursuit of passion,
Use it.
I am, here to restore our black maybe.
Cause’ maybe, we’ll get to the top
Someday. Instead of having our opinions
Stored away. Cause’ you see, common
Sense is quite rare. But, those that doubt
Com will soon believe. That-
This is where, Forever begins.
The start of reality. Wars and battles, we
Fought for ours, caught in ghetto tragedy.
Remember black brothers and sisters,
Origin is forever. Through these brown eyes
Are beholding black pride. So strive. Strive.
I, see my worlds tears, and I, want to wipe,
their weary eyes. I will be finding
Forever in you. I am Common.
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
Torna a decir, Morena, cuanto decías.
Como yo soy la noche, ábre los ojos.
Cierra los ojos, ciérralos, porque yo soy el día.
Torna a decir, Morena, tu canción.
Como te amo, dáme a aspirar el humo de tu pensamiento.
Si no te amase, ya me darías tu corazón.
Torna a decir, Morena, tu luz y tu mentira.
Como yo no te creo, será una bella historia.
Si te creyese, serías tú, serías sólo tú misma. 1
Torna a decir, Morena, tu dolor único.
Si eres ajena, dáme tus labios secos.
Si fueras mía yo te hurtaría los labios húmedos. 2
Torna a decir, Morena, tu dolor.
Si eres ajena, dame tus labios, dame;
Si fueras mía te daría mi compasión. 3
Torna a decir, Morena, torna, torna a decir.
Como yo soy Gautama, da lo mismo.
Lo mismo da: soy Harún-el-Rashid.
Lo mismo da, mi Negra Sheherazada,
mi Dinarzada Oscura: da lo mismo.
Pero dame, dame tu boca para besarla.
Torna a decir, morena, tu rapsodia.
Como yo soy la noche, abre tus ojos.
Mas soy el día: préstame tu boca.
Abre tus ojos para ver la noche,
si no me amas. Como sí me amas,
abre tus ojos... para ver la noche!
Danza, Morena. Danza, mi Tanagra,
mi Figulina: el sobrio cuerpo ondula:
tras de tus siete velos recatada,
si eres ajena, te veré desnuda...
Mas si eres mía, oh Mía, danza sin velos, danza:
Gautama soy, Gautama, el propio Budha!
1.2k
To Rashid Khan and Qais Ahmed
During dread and death,
You use leather and willow,
To show Afghan’s strength.
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
There is little here
in this sun-scaped city
to press a frown onto my face.
I feel free
I've lost ten pounds
my skin is smooth
I bought new fashionable clothes
and I laugh more than ever before,
and that is what people see,
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all these new people
who laugh at my funny name
only see this happy smiling girl
who is kind and quick to help
and make jokes
and dance
and offer advice
and yet despite the freedom I feel
it comes with equal parts guilt.
have I ever smiled so much before?
The me people meet now is so new to me
it feels like a lie
it's nice of you to ask me on a date
but how could I tell you the horrors of my past?
with all this smiling
you'd never believe the years of frowns and tears
no one would think to look for the lines where you can see my burn scars
they wouldn't look at my differently
when I trace old bruises
they don't think
to be careful when touching me
they don't have a clue
and it's all I've ever wanted
to have people think nothing is wrong
for me to be like the other girls,
but now that that's what people see,
my smiles though real
make me feel like I'm lying to everyone around me.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
Sharp keen, like a line is me
But in linen you circle behind, like wind
Thin palms and those long fingers I wave towards you..
Oh mistress! Why do not you come near
Next to me are your features !
Blended, bonded in the essence of love
And sharp eyes what mine gets?
Thirst of you, and that smile you pour from ******* of love
Gather ye! Upon me madness, I flee
That to read you like a poem
But the dream was gone , I woke.
Rashid ~
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
In United Arab Emirates' land,
In a kingdom of the golden sand,
There dwells a generous humble king
To whose kindness all mortals sing:
"What a kingdom the last fair and free,
What a King as gentle as a halcyon sea,
What a realm, what a mighty paradise
Unmarred by mist of prejudice,
For every person's race is worth,
Such, such a wonderland on earth!"
In United Arab Emirates' land,
In a Kingdom of the golden sand
Where there are lofty towers,
Towers thrice fairer than wild flowers,
A realm where greenery once rarely seen
But now resplendent in emerald green
By whom aI wonder the magic, the art,
For the creator used to mold his heart
That renders despaired men wings to fly,
Glance upon rainbows of hope in the sky.
In United Arab Emirates' land,
In a kingdom of the golden sand,
There clouds of harmony and peace
Float on forever for all eyes to see,
See the wit and wisdom of a humble king
To whom may we garlands bring!
He whose good deeds shall stream by forever
Like as silvery waters of the Nile river,
Yet, eternally as the ancient star's glow,
Or the merry winds that ever blow
From eastern shores to the western clime,
So shall his glory transcend through time,
Echoing a courteous, gracious King whom
I'm proud to call, "Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum."
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC