The Gang's All Here

Working on something like an ode to the reason why I write.

Just the size of the speakers in the projects

will let you know how real this is.

Fingers play the percussion,

which doubles as the kitchen table,

the same place where mama created the cobbler.

These lyrics move through blood streams,

clogging arteries, and fattening the score of rhythmic dreams.

Shiiiit....

first nuts were busted off of hip-hop,

before reaching the full potential of today's conglomerate.

Masters-of-the-gate,

safe-key guarding what they wanted to wash away,

realizing that good business means cashing in on payday,

took all of that lovey-dovey good feeling away.

Shiiiit....

even non-conspiracy theories flip and turn states evidence,

evidently when chosen,

the words over the beats become relevant.

Poaching us for our Ivory tusks by giving us free lunch;

but free?

There is no such a thing, so we gotta get it another way.

Writers and rhymers swallow down pills, chase it with liquor...

they say it keeps the quill wet,

and thoughts flow quicker.

Just the size of the speakers in the projects

will let you know how real this is.

Shiiiit....

I did the dirty work and Scarface gave me the soundtrack,

he dropped F**k Faces.

Nas was Live at the BBQ before that,

Main Source and them, upstaging.

B.I.G. did go out Notoriously....

too soon; but nonetheless, notoriously.

Then P. Diddy brought him back to life again with Victory,

and I wondered if when I went,

would anybody be Missing me.

DMX brought out the ice-grill in me,

then I really lost my mind, beyond a Reasonable Doubt

when I copped the new Jay-Z.

 

Author's Note

NOT FINISHED!

Reviews

[Ivory]

I was really feeling this piece. Brought me back in the dayz of house parties and cook out.
Chilling and listen to hip hop... the good ole dayz.
I loved it : )

[Cece]

swallow lots of pills
and drop a bunch
names of rappers
then you have a poem
i shall remember that
the next time writer's block
still all and all
that what its all about
Beatles made it with yea yea yea
still i love it

[SweetPeachesAlways]

I love this piece! Good job, man! I always love your messages...finish this one, if you think it ain't finished....You got some great lines in it, that's for sure! B.I.G., yeah...aww, man. Like the kitchen table part...that's where it all happens, in the heart.

Writers and rhymers swallow down pills, chase it with liquor...
they say it keeps the quill wet, and thoughts flow quicker.
There are some tight lines...
Yeah, this one is a keeper, too! But I'll wait, until you finish it...so let me know. Peace.G.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

This line was awesome,

Writers and rhymers swallow down pills, chase it with liquor...

they say it keeps the quill wet,

and thoughts flow quicker.


this poem kinda reminds me of Lauryn Hill's "another ghetto another city" talking about growing up, what formed who she is in her younger years, sang in good detail for the listener. I heard you on this one.

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

I was feeling that project sceene. Hearing all the music coming from those speakers and all the peoples doing their own thing.

[Baby Boy]

I'm feeling you on this nne son and that's tight how you put the rapper's in there with their album titles and and names and I know what you mean when you say the reason why you write! From top to bottom I can relate to the situation . Let that speaker Boxx boom dawg! Nice work here whether finished or not! We got to write something together one day. Holla at ya boy!


-JC-