A Thousand Pieces

A cracked mirror
Glass shattering
Crunch as it’s stepped on
The sound that it makes
Rips my heart to shreds
Cause I’m staring in that mirror
Wondering who’s gone pick
Up the thousand pieces

Karma

I've been waiting for you
To knock at my door
You got the keys
Come on in a little more

Got to pay for my past
But I can't help it
These boys made me like this
Can't you just look past it?

I'm not scared of you
In fact I'm anxious
Got the milk and cookies
Now I just got to be patient

Hope you don't bomb rush me
You got to be gentle you know
Its only my first time
You got to take it slow

When you come
I won't back out
I'll accept my fate
Please, no doubt

Is that you I hear?
The door's open
Now that you're here
The door's closing….

END

I don’t want my eyes to weep
I don’t want my heart to burst
I don't want my hands to not feel
I don't want our love to be the worst

I don't want to lie to myself
I don't want any butterflies
I don't want to give up
I don't want to deal with all the lies

I don't want to listen to you
I don't want your empty promises
I don't want to be used
I don’t want the baby mama nonsense

I don't want you to leave
I don't want you to stay
I don't want to give up on us
But I don't want to have to pay

Pay for love in tears
Pay for tears with a broken heart
Pay for a broken heart with empty touches
Pay for empty touches when nothing starts

Pay for your lies in yells
Pay for yells with screams
Pay for screams with leaving
Pay for leaving with broken seams

I don't want to pretend
But I do want us to end

Gone But Not Forgotten

My eyes keep showing me

Things I don't want to see

After the first three

You could  let us be

Friends keep dying

Enough wit all the lying

Instead  of us flying

They want to see us dying

My heart can't sit

It’s a broken pit

These feelings I emit

Can't ever forget

Keep askin myself why us

Now all we do is fuss

No peace, never any trust

Why God take one of us?

We try to multiply

Always sayin we can't fly

They laugh when we try

But one day we'll rise

Just subtract, retract

Rather see us in a body sack

Instead of with stacks

Without you, don't need the racks

Divide, you say fuck life

Who says this might

Happen if you don't live right

Just might die tonight

If coffin walls can talk

Tell Jaybee to walk

Tell Vontae I said stand tall

But na'll they wanna see us fall

Your bodies may be underground

But we still feel you around

Until your killer is found

Forever, we'll hold you down

R.I.P. Jaybee, Vontae, Big Kuntry, Everybody that died cause of teen violence

New To This

This is so out of my comfort zone but I'm starting this blog because I feel like I have these messages inside my poems/raps/lyrics. So many rappers are talented because they fit together pieces into a puzzle called change. These rappers challenge the industry by writing what actually means the most. Unfortunately, they do not get the attention they deserve. The rappers who talk about booty shaking, sex, and money get the fame and fortune. And our generation gets deeper ad deeper into a rerevolution- a revoloution turned bcackwards. I aspire to make RAP a real revolution.