Atiim Chenzira's Lyrikz:

Rehab: Amy Winehouse cover with lyrical edits by Atiim Chenzira.

2011-08-18T16:41:00.000-07:00

Atiim Chenzira (Amy Winehouse): Rehab

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my momma thinks I'm fine

She’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

I'd rather be at home with Sam

seventeen days, no I just can’t sta a and

Cuz' there's nothing!

There's nothing ya'll can teach me

That I can't learn from Mr Wonderland

I didn't get nothin' at all in class

And I know it don't come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my momma thinks I'm fine

She’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

The man asked me, "why do you think you're here?"

I said 'Man, I ain't got a clear idea

But I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby

so I have to keep my bottle near'

She said "Atiim, I think your just depressed",

kiss me gurl and baby let's go to rest -

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I don't ever wanna drink again

Oooh, I just, I just need a friend!

Cuz I'm not gonna spend no' ten weeks

and have everyone thinkin' that I'm on the mend

And It's not, it's not just my pride

It's just til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my momma thinks I'm fine

She’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

I can only hold her: Amy Winehouse cover with lyrical edits by Atiim Chenzira.

2011-08-18T16:31:00.000-07:00

Atiim Chenzira (Amy Winehouse): I Can Only Hold Her Lyrics (edits)

Wha Oooo ooo ooo Oooo

Oh Ooooh Ohhhh

I can only hold her for so long

The lights are on but no one's home

She's so vacant.
Her soul is shaken.
I ask myself, "what have I done?"

Now how can I have her heart?

When her heart, her heart I bro o oke?

So I try to pacify her,
But what's inside her never dies...

(Horns)

Even if I'm content in her warmth

I've been plagued, plauged by my deceit

Searching kisses, from my misses

I wasn't always the man I've I longed to be

Now how can I ever have her heart?

When her heart, her heart I bro o oke?

And I've tried to pacify her,

But what's inside her never dies

And I've tried and tried to pacify her,

But what's inside her, it never dies

Yes I've tried to pacify her

But what's inside her never dies

Ghostwriter Verse w/ Con Brio

2011-06-12T13:49:00.000-07:00

Gurl I've been waiting for this ti ii ime
To open this door to my mi ii iind
I had to clear these baaags be for oo ore
They tumbled out and hurt some mooooe
From tropical to feeling snow
I had to leave and that you knoooooow oh oh uh ooo oo

But you don't know the reason why iii ii
This treason killed me slow insiiii iiii iiide
So now I'm sifting through my mess
Dealing with my stress....
I was blinded by my haa annds.
Wasn't worthy as your friend...
I have to get his off my cheeeeest,
I wasn't doing my be eee est.

Now I was married once be fooo oooo oh
Then Fear and Doubt came through my Do ooooo oow ooow oo oo oooo o
So then I ran, I ran away, I ran away aaa aaa aaa
But now I'm back right here TODAY!
Without you gurl, I'm not okay....
Please take me back and let me stayyyyyyy ay aye ayyy aye a.

(Xandra)

Baby when you walked awayyyy

Baby when you turned your back on me.......
(Atiim)
Baby don't you walk away aye ayyy
Baby don't you turn your back on mee...
(Xandra)
Baby when you walked awayyyy
Baby when you turned your back on me......
(Xandra & Atiim)
You set me freeeeeeeeee,
(Atiim)
but I loooo ooove YOUUUUuuuu!
(Xandra)
I looo uh ve you....

I'm King Kong

2011-04-22T00:29:00.000-07:00

The song goes, the song goes, the song go oes
King Kong the dong
swipe master the flows
muffled sounds out the pipe
skid marks on the mic
rah
phone
Home like ET
the glammer and glitz
putting on, putting on, putting on the
fritz...
the shits hot and smoking like it just came out.
You can have it all for free, but not when when you come out
to see me.
Yup at the door you'll find a box to contribute too
build up the value and you value the show dude
or dudet space cadet
I'm flying high like a Hawk
feathers in my hat
bats
on my porch and I broom
pat
em on their head and they get flying the night skies
Owl in a towel
drying out from a dead flight
I write and spit it get it, get it
it's got now.
Download whatever
if you want it you can have it
I smile.
It's yours now.
I'm King Kong
The Dong
Swipe master the faster you move...
Bruce Lee
Whaaaaaaa!

Oh Lord: where are you?

2010-09-11T01:24:00.000-07:00

Oh Lord:

Now people gave away their freedoms for a night of no sweat.

Betting their fams (families) one government would do it the best.

No faith in what's up high it's all in man, till the masses started waking to the lies of Sam.

One fingers pointed at us, and three's back at that dude.

Now the giant starts yawning with some attitude.

WAKE UP!!!!

Listen to the breeze in the Wind.

Quiet crackles...

Bad apples...

The Tree filled with sin bares fruit

Looking for the seeds to spread.

One bullet for a prophet's aiming straight for my head.

"Oh Lord, can you tell me... what is goin' ah ah ah on."

Many more will die.

Many have since past, and it makes me wanna' hollah' when I look at the past.

I hope You! got this all worked out, and I hope You! know what we're talking about.

I hope You! You! You! You!

Right Now!

2010-09-11T00:25:00.000-07:00

Enslaving humans...

The family tree...

Disrupt the system,

Ripples time and space to me...

Guns and violence!

Macro Micro y'all!

Rage N' Anger,

Ignorance effects us all...

I see your beauty.

Let's flip the page.

Bureaucratic static

Magic leads the way...

World wide madness.

Pandemic life...

Choose your ending...

What's feeling right?

Reachin'

2010-09-10T23:58:00.000-07:00

Verse 1:
I keep reachin' for the top.
I can't stop until I find a key, but maybe that implies there's a door.
I can't take it no more.
I'm a carpenter, creative, so I build from the floor.
Babel in the Babylon.
One tree and another till the whole World's bare.
Like Cybertron, transforming from my old fears.
I hear something in the distance, and sounds like it's me, and I think that it is.
No shit...
I reflect the protection, the imperfection.
I'm living in a section that really needs help, but I can't help you until I help myself.
Can't sit like a book collecting dust on a shelf.
Oh well, blow it off, and I keep on pushing.
Sew up the bleeding heart syndrome that keeps on mushing.
Squishing in a little bit of me time too.
Eyes shining red, and a heart that's blue.
Brrrreeeeeaaaaath.....
I can't just leave it alone, until a king on a throne is crowned me.
Glory to the C - O - M - M - (U - N - I - T - Y!),
Cause that's what I aspire to be, aspire to lead, aspire to seed, aspire to grow.
"Come on in y'all. The doors are open folks. Now have a seat."

Chorus 1:
I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)
I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.
I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)
I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

Verse 2:

One yellow brick after one yellow brick I hear a voice inside say, "I hear you!"

Looking in the mirror, mirror, on my wall I took a journey through the Universe the darkness and all.

I made a deal with the Devil and God, the great Di-Chotomous, Omnibus, while bowing my head.

And it's clear that I'm heaven sent.

Walking through these valley's of tears, gnawing and gnashing, burning and slashing.
Echo's of the silence...

Back! to living routines, scheming through dreams, street crimes and violence.

I put my green thumb in it.

My name ain't Bennett, and I was raised a defendant, so now I'm going to work.

We ain't got' nothing to waste...
Taste the after-math, blood bath, and hate.
Take your time if you want to, but it takes you.
It almost took me, but I'm back on the crew.

Chorus 2:

I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)
I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.
I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)
I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)
I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.
I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)
I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

Verse 3:
Ask for wisdom at its simplest don't ask for the rest, cause' everyday single day you breath you'll be put to the test.
So I invest all my energy, the best of my time.
Like the Wile E. Coyote, but I'm out of my mind.
And the sign said stop, but I went right through.
What the hell is going on?
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
It's a profession of oppression, suppressing the truth.
Got to be about it, keep it moving, and do what you do.
Even if they tell you that you can't, you show and you prove.
Sharing their fear with their love.
Hear it but don't give up.
Ambitious, wishes, dreams, plotted goals...
When it rains let it pour, rainbow, pot of gold.
Hold On!
Ancestors...
If they gave up too quick/sand...
Flip the script man...
Stroke the paint brush with your plan.
Stand on your own two.
Entrepreneu' to do what you wanna' do.

Chorus 3:

I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top. (For the top)

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top.

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top.

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top.

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

I keep reachin' for the top.

I can't stop. Cain't find it round' here in the bottom where I dropped.

End.

No Re-hearse

2010-03-16T17:03:00.000-07:00

Chorus:

Now get up,

stand up,

and do your best....

You best invest into your own life test...

And...

if it's too easy and your studying pays... off.

Then tutor me because I might get laid off.

You're not to heavy, not a burden at all.

I'm not your keeper, but I'll help you stand tall.

The only way is being true to me first.

Let's take a chance and do it live, no re-hearse.

Verse:
I...
shoot from the hip, and I stand real tall...
If I...
jump off the cliff I take the risk to fall.
If I...
flap my wings you say I really don't have...
and fly away, you'll be so damn mad.
Or,
maybe congratulating my new flight,
might even jump and take that chance tonight.
Now...
the days are limited with flesh and blood,
but...
the spirit soars no matter who can judge.
IF...
you don't shine that lil' light inside,
then...
You're JUST a slave to the path of the blind.

Chorus:
Now get up,
stand up,
and do your best....
You best invest into your own life test...
And...
if it's too easy and your studying pays... off.
Then tutor me because I might get laid off.
You're not to heavy, not a burden at all.
I'm not your keeper, but I'll help you stand tall.
The only way is being true to me first.
Let's take a chance and do it live, no re-hearse.

Change

2010-03-14T23:11:00.000-07:00

CHANGE
(recorded at MINT Studios in Oakland, CA. with Garret Warner, Danny Visual, and Burns on 03/13/10).

Chorus:
Change, the Konstant that will never change.
Change!
Now everything is rearranged.
Change, what's normal's really looking strange.
Change!
Well, nothing ever stays the same

Change, the Konstant that will never change.

Change!

Now everything is rearranged.

Change, what's normal's really looking strange.

Change!

Well, nothing ever stays the same

Verse:
Engine Engine #9
I've crossed the oceans of my time.
Space replaced with matter of black...condusive to this lyrical track.
I come from the depths of the Dark Below, and before that from the Twinkle show.
Impact the dirt and shift the plates.
Life lands and masses pro-create.
Dino, I know what you need, the essence of this brand new seed.
Trees formulated with a mist and a breath.
Some things begin, and somethings meet Death...
Threats of a repeat in 20-12, from books translated holding dust on the shelves.
Scrolls from the "WHISPERS IN THE DARK"...
etched in stone from minerals in the park.
Creation stories.
Please don't bore me.
Blast from the past, present, future, and POW!
Seedling sand expands the name,
NOW NOTHING EVER STAYS THE SAME!

Chorus:

Change, the Konstant that will never change.

Change!

Now everything is rearranged.

Change, what's normal's really looking strange.

Change!

Well, nothing ever stays the same

Change, the Konstant that will never change.

Change!

Now everything is rearranged.

Change, what's normal's really looking strange.

Change!

Well, nothing ever stays the same

Just Another Day

2010-01-04T13:32:00.000-08:00

Chorus:

Just another day-ee-ay-ee-ay-ay-ay.

Just another, just another,
just another day-ee-ay-ee-ay-ay-ay.

Verse:

Just another day in the Bay where the game don't play.

Flashing lights...

On the concrete some cats lay...

handcuffed, and stuffed, even tucked away,

but that's not what I want to see today.

I lay in the sunshine, sand in my toes.

Ocean breeze... sippin' Blue Moon...

I suppose, I chose to expose my skin to rays.

In the water with my dog I choose to play.

No time for the work now, only laughs today.

Stretched out on a blanket with the ocean spray.

So much drama in the world, ya' see.

Puff green wit' my cousin Fee, takin' it ease.

No rush, but wind, water, feeling the snooze.

No T.V., high speeds, Reds, or the Blues.

Drift off to a place where I'm keeping it cool.

One day in my week where I'm keeping it full.

Chorus repeats.

Sweet Dew Lovin'

2009-09-15T04:03:00.001-07:00

V1:

I’ve been thinking bout’ your troubles…

And I wanna’ lend you my hand…

But I gotta’ start with loving’ me gurl,

Cause sharing that with you is so damn grand.

Chorus:

Kisses – Hugs- with sweet dew lovin’

Mornin’ – Wake up, a brand new day.

I’ve invested part of me

So I gotta’ walk this way…

V2:

Cracked glass pieces in my head

Carefully exploring shreds

I’m so glad you read my thesis

Synthesis the peace with reason

Open heart, yup it’s still beatin’

Walk away and gurl that’s treason

Open heart, yup it’s still beatin’

Walk away and gurl that’s treason

Bridge:

V3:

You are the only one my mind and heart receive

Through reception that’s been cloudy

My Heart Si i ii ings

Yes it duh uh uhs

You got me checkin’ my ole bags right at the do ooor

Open up the box with bruises and explore o ore

Come on ii iii in

Chorus:

Kisses – Hugs- with sweet dew lovin’

Mornin’ – Wake up, a brand new day.

I’ve invested part of me

So I gotta’ walk this way…

There'z a bomb on the plane!

2009-09-11T09:28:00.000-07:00

There’s A Bomb on the Plane!

There’s a bomb on the plane!

There’s a bomb on the plane!

Kodabo aka Kobain:
There’s a hit in the sky!
Screamed why…Me?
Naw, naw, can’t do that.
I’m an old school trophy.
I dig that, but I’m thinking, but it didn’t work that way…
Peep the situation!
Some crazed cat said he had something strapped to his back and his chest-plate and not to make his fuckin’ day.
A nigga thought he was bluffing, so I asked him to see the explosives, so he exposed them.
It wasn’t a bluff card.
I paused…waited and thought, “what would MacGiver do?”
Plan 2, rush the fool.
He just hit a flight attendant too.
What am I to do?

Chorus:

I came to my senses.
Muttered under my breath, “man this is ridiculous.”
Took a stand. Looked at the crazed man deep through his eyes and seen his soul.
He knew that ‘it was on’.
He only had a couple of seconds to protect his thrown.
He didn’t make it though.
I’m thinking, “If I was fast enough for the hit…”
Soon as I thought this…TURBULANCE!
Threw him off of balance.
I got kids, trying not to get my tupee split.
It’s the worst that can happen thirty-five thousand feet in the sky.
No one wanted to die!
Atiim aka Black Bomani aka Blackulah:
I woke up early and I’m ready for a leap of faith
Into the skies…
I’m packed and ready to leave the gate.
The vibe is stale and everybody’s looking strange.
And I can’t put my finger on
it.
But that’s okay
It’s a sunny day
And I’m ready to leave.
Lift Off!
From the runway
The most dangerous part of a flight
At least I hope
But heeeere we go
Nose up
And I’m looking out my window
10 minutes pass.
The seatbelt light turned off
And I’m ready for some coffee,
Or maybe a beer?
I don’t care.
Man it’s cramped in here!
And then I heard a cat scream…. LOUD & CLEAR
“There’s a Bomb on the Plane…
“What the fuck?”

Chorus:

This is a muthafuckin shame!
Is this really happening GOD!
=What the hell is going on?=
Today I didn’t beat the odds.
Now should I accept my fate?
I can’t do it!
We won’t all die in vain
I won’t complain.
If it’s time to go...
Then man I’d rather go out fighting.
The plane shifts and dips and people cry and scream
This all a damn shame like it’s out of a movie scene
We’re headed for the White House
Although I can’t stand the games,
I can’t let these highjackers rain down the pain.
So we rushed em all and now were headed for the dirt instead
Today’s a really good day to die, and I’m already feeling the red.
I’m a second-class citizen…. But today I’m first class dead.
It doesn’t matter if there’s a bomb cause their cause ain’t fed.

Chorus...

Fuck That Shit!

2009-09-11T09:11:00.000-07:00

Chorus:

They're… First in this game of war...

With hands out and asking for...

You!

2009-08-18T01:32:00.000-07:00

You!

Verse:

We spit flows like they chose, and now they’re choosing again.

Drop beats from a master with the tune of the Zen.

Use spreads to paint pictures like a Picasso piece,

and we gon’ party tonight while we’re in the belly of the beast.

There’s no Cease or Desisting when we’re aiming ahead.

Ridah’s go, we say fuck it if it’s green or it’s red.

You be too cautious like it’s mellow like the yellow while we’re painting your blues
Lookin’ for greens in towns we blow through,

So we can bless the microphones and slide across the stages.

Flip pages, maybe do a show out in Vegas.

Network through computers from a space of my own.

King on a thrown.

Do shows out in Europe, get paid and get gone.

Adding up the elements to blast right off.

Transcend the physical to crowds, spittin’ fires abroad!

Chorus:

You… don’t wanna’ see… (they ain’t ready) what y’all do to me inside,

So I’ve concentrated thoughts in words to let you…

You… don’t wanna know… (they ain’t ready) how we rock a show,

The musik goes up, the people clink glasses, they dance we all get down!

California Livin'

2009-06-17T13:20:00.001-07:00

California Livin'

Performed by Dragon Spit 22 (Coming soon)

Verse 1:

Water; trees; birds, and bees, let me tell you what I see.

Long legs; short skirts; sunlight falling down to Earth;

Beach; and sand; people laughin', everybodies having fun.

Dive; swim; feel the wind; skateboarders, and joggers run.

Surf; boogies; dog's fetch; ladies make me break a sweat.

Sun tans, and lovely skin; hangin' in the park with friends.

BBQ and paper bags; bottles in the garbage can;

Sexy momma wit' her kids, lemonade fresh from a stand!

Chorus 1:

Let me tell you what I see

Tell you what I feel.

Let me tell you what it be...

pictures of the real.

Water; birds; ocean breeze; hanging in the Sun is free.

In the sand and in the Bay, having such a lovely day...

This California Livin'

Verse 2:

Tide pools; swirls; shades and heat; bottoms up; hot sand on feet.

Kites; hang-gliders off the cliff; ganja'; smoking on a spliff.

Rastas; hippies; kids and fun; everybody loves the Sun.

Picnic blankets; P.D.A; holding hands in ocean spray.

lovers cuddle, hug and kiss; musik playing Marley hits;

Dancin'; running; ships at sea, Ain't no place I'd rather be!

BBQ and paper bags; bottles in the garbage can;

Sexy momma wit' her kids, lemonade fresh from a stand!

Chorus 2:

Let me tell you what I see

Tell you what I feel.

Let me tell you what it be...

pictures of the real.

Water; birds; ocean breeze; hanging in the Sun is free.

In the sand and in the Bay, having such a lovely day...

This California Livin'

Instrumental solos

Verse 3:

Water; trees; birds, and bees, let me tell you what I see.

Long legs; short skirts; sunlight falling down to Earth;

Beach; and sand; people laughin', everybodies having fun.

Dive; swim; feel the wind; skateboarders, and joggers run.

Surf; boogies; dog's fetch; ladies make me break a sweat.

Sun tans, and lovely skin; hangin' in the park with friends.

BBQ and paper bags; bottles in the garbage can;

Sexy momma wit' her kids, lemonade fresh from a stand!

Chorus 3:

Let me tell you what I see

Tell you what I feel.

Let me tell you what it be...

pictures of the real.

Water; birds; ocean breeze; hanging in the Sun is free.

In the sand and in the Bay, having such a lovely day...

This California Livin'

END

Deception

2009-06-17T12:59:00.000-07:00

Deception

Performed by Dragon Spit 22 (coming soon!)

Verse 1:

People can't explain what they don't know, so a story's made up instead.

Lost in the middle of a lie and a truth, and it comes right out of their head.

Now you did this, and you did that, and the fib slowly unfolds.

Must sound good, but that story's a shame, cause it ain't one that you told.

Chorus A1:

Stories about you that ain't from you...

is what we call perception.

And if they all believe what they receive...

that's what we call deception.

Chorus B1:

Stories about you...

that ain't from you...

Is what we ca-all...

perception...

And if they all believe

what they receive...

that's what we ca -all....

De - cep - tion, yeah, yeah yeah.

Verse 2:

Now a one sided story, as the characters mix, only say what one observes...

So define all the pieces for a full review, one letter, word after word.

But it takes too long cause the people keep it movin'.

Mom and dad gotta' lot to provide...

So a short cutted stories gonna' do for the moment, so the story takes off and flies.

Chorus B2:

Instrumental Solos

Verse 3:

People wanna hear...

A little story with no proof.

Don't have to be substantiated...

It's a lie... that's called the truth.

Verified, and clarified,

it's on the up and Up it goes...

But the short cut is assumption,

and this is how the story unfolds.

Chorus B3:

End

Can of Wormz

2009-06-16T10:03:00.000-07:00

Can of Wormz

Sample from radio show in Amsterdam ~

Host: "We need a little worm enlightenment."

Worm lady: "Yes, we're going straight into one of my worm interludes"

You've opened up a can of wormz...

You've opened up, you've opened up....

The answer is...

The answer is just what you've learned...

You've opened up, you've opened up....

The answer is...

Divasonic:

You've... Opened up a can of wormz

The answer is just what you've learned.

The seeds are planted I'm away.

The rain falls down on you today.

Someone walks up to shed some light.

The seedling grows to my delight.

You've opened up a can of wormz.

The answer is just what you've learned!

Atiim: YO!

I've opened up a can of wormz, now they all skwirm.

Well the lesson to be learned is a kink not a perm.

Mirror, mirror, things get clearer.

Push it all far away or get near hear uh'.

Sincerity is a gift and a curse.

Concentrated thoughts in a seed or a verse.

Of course that's if you open your mind,

and water and feed your heart this time.

Divasonic:

The dirt is where I love to play.

Down under where the hatchet lays.

Tilling wounds to break the shell.

Rootz as deep as I can tell.

Don't tamper with what's underneath.

The consequence is disbelief.

You've opened up a can of wormz.

The lesson is just what you've learned.

Divaonic:

ahhhhhh

ehhhhhh

ahhhhhhh

ahhhhhh

Atiim:

Mu, mu, mirror on the wall...

Mu, mu, mirror

things get clearer after all...

ca, ca, clearer

Mu, mu, mirror on the wall...
Mu, mu, mirror... On the wall!

things get clearer after all...
ca, ca, clearer... After all!

Mu, mu, mirror on the wall...
Mu, mu, mirror

things get clearer after all...
ca, ca, clearer

Mu, mu, mirror on the wall...
Mu, mu, mirror... On the wall!

things get clearer after all...
ca, ca, clearer... After all!

Atiim: Look!

Even if you open up, work remains.

Changed; rearranged game when you give it a name.

Same thang' when a can of wormz open the pain.

Reach roots at the bottom line using your brain, SPEAK!

Or evah' evah' hold your peace... signs!

but you gotta' STOP!

Press rewind!

Composte, multch, now it's time to cry.

Tilled dirt, when it hurts wormz multiply.

Pluck em', pull em', let it grow,

pull the weeds and take it slow.

Watch the sunlight turn ta' rain and fertilize what still remains.

Pluck em', pull em', let it flow.

give it time and take it slow.

Watch the sunlight turn ta' rain and fertilize what still remains.

Divasonic & Atiim:

You've...

Atiim:

Opened up a can of wormz

Divasonic:

The answer is just what you've learned.

Atiim:

The seeds are planted I'm away.

Divasonic:

The rain falls down on you today.

Atiim:

Someone walks up to shed some light.

Divasonic:

The seedling grows to my delight.

Divasonic & Atiim:

You've opened up a can of wormz.

The answer is just what you've learned!

Divaonic:

ahhhhhh

ehhhhhh

ahhhhhhh

ahhhhhh

Sample from radio show in Amsterdam ~
Worm lady: "Encourage your worm to emerge."

END

Sexy Silhouettes

2009-06-12T13:02:00.001-07:00

Sexy Silhouettes

Verse 1:

Holding the image of beating hearts and perspirations,

The acts of making rain, sheets are soaked in our creations.

Sounds of liberation…

Tensions are at ease.

I want to fill you up with love anyway I please.

Take no time to second guess this moment happens once.

Cease the situation gently, girl have some fun

Let go; now we can... fly high.

If you don’t then... why cry, inside; inside; inside?

Chorus 1:

Sexy silhouettes and silky sweat from being wet;

Heated passion; Foreplay; Kiss, the laughs and talks I reminisce.

Sexy silhouettes and silky sweat from being wet;

Heated passion; Foreplay; Kiss, I touch myself and reminisce.

Kiss your lips and rub your hips,

Massage your back and feet like this…

Kiss your lips and rub your hips,

Massage your back and feet like this…

Sexy silhouettes and silky sweat from being wet.

Heated passion; Foreplay; Kiss, The laughs and talks I reminisce.

Verse 2:

Simple impressions of images created, kiss.

Tender eruptions of passions quoted from your lips.

Holding the image of beating hearts and perspiration.

The acts of making rain, sheets are soaked in our creation.

Let go; now we can fly high.

If you don’t then why cry, inside; inside; inside.

Chorus 2:

Bridge:

I know…

Somewhere we can…

Go now…

Somewhere we can…

Both smile…

Inside and out; inside and out.

Inside and out

Rap:

I want to slam it like a basket-ball.

Get up inside and slide like waterfalls;

Gushing.

Pushing through a crack in a damn;

Tumbling.

Fumbling like the ball in your hands.

Touch down with a dance at the end of run.

If you got it replay it till the game is done.

Pause…

Hold for the light to change.

Now tell me if tastes like a candy cane?

Can I handle your merchandise?

Squeeze you like I’m trying to get the starch out of ri

Tell me if my microphones on to blow.

The car needs to warm up baby so we must move slowly.

Let’s go to the moon in our rocket ship;

I just want to take a trip…

Maybe we can gitty' up, buck if you need to scream…

Just, let me do the damn thang…

Chorus 3:

END

Seniorita

2009-06-09T08:30:00.000-07:00

Seniorita

(Atiim Chenzira Feat. Stagolee & D-Jones)

Chorus 1: (D-Jones)

Seniorita, won't you come and dance with me.

Sexy woman, come and spend the night with me.

Seniorita, I love the way you spit your game.

Sexy lady, please tell me your name.

Stagolee: First verse

It was written all over you face,

you wanted to taste

the essence of reality I so properly laced

In your dome, it's grown, from late night sessions on the phone...

To making you shiver, while I make you moan and groan.

Let it be known that I'ma' feen

What I mean? I needs me a dose.

Give me my... brown sugar, two scoops, and dry roast.

Let's toast to what we have over a laugh and a drink.

Smoke half of this purple haze,

and let us wonder and think,

While I gaze into your eyes and rub you down on the mink,

I'm ready ta'...

start this chain on my family link.

So lets' dance I like the way you move them' hips.

Your succulent lips,

When aroused they sweat and drip.

It's a trip!

I never knew a love like this. ( love like this before.)

From the first time that we kissed, Sugar, Miss, I'll take it hand over fist.

There ain't no way to resist, when you put your love in a twist.

Girl I don't know what else to say, so I'ma' leave you with this...

Chorus 2: (D-Jones & Stagolee)

Come let me take you home tonight.

Come and dance with me

Take a chance with me

You’re a fantasy.

Girl, I really want to set you free.

Let me love you this evening till this morning light...

You’re a fantasy,

Come and dance with me.

Take a chance with me,

Seniorita, let me set you free?

Seniorita, won't you come and dance with me.

Sexy woman, come and spend the night with me.

Seniorita, I love the way you spit your game.

Sexy lady, please tell me your name.

Atiim Chenzira: Second Verse

Seniorita I see ya, from across the room while you’re sitting alone.

Looking so stunning but you won’t Condon,

Any conversation attempts made by suckas with drag.

You want a real thing baby and waiting it out.

While everybody’s off the hook you can do it without,

Leaving your senses behind when you get up out the house.

I walked up with a smile and hand to shake,

I introduced myself and wanted your silence to brake.

Your name is lovely and I took your hand across the room.

To the floor where we danced four songs we did it and soon.

You weren’t a wallflower and I deeply entranced.

I’m glad I waited for the right time lady to dance.

Your smile illuminated the dark room we both chose.

I suppose I can kick now – Our time unfolds.

Were you alone in the club? And other questions were slid.

Can we both go somewhere special, and that we did.

Sipping on coffee over conversation.

Living the night. (Come let me take you home tonight.)

You were a diamond in the ruff and I was an eagle in flight.

Now can we take our shared experience to a whole nother realm?

I want to do whatever’s clever.

But we’re gon’ meet again.

If tonight’s the only time we have to bond together. (Let me love you this evening till this morning light...)

I want to show you how we both cold spend a night forever.

Sexy lady you’re amazing and I’m glad to be

In your company, but come and spend the night with me.

Chorus 3:
Seniorita, won't you come and dance with me.
Sexy woman, come and spend the night with me.
Seniorita, I love the way you spit your game.
Sexy lady, please tell me your name.

Seniorita, won't you come and dance with me.
Sexy woman, come and spend the night with me.
Seniorita, I love the way you spit your game.
Sexy lady, please tell me your name.

End

Can I feel it?

2009-06-09T08:21:00.000-07:00

Can I Feel it?

Let me feel it.

Can I kill it like the blue bird girl?

I want to show you what I’m working with.

Touching your pearl.

Let you moan to the morning time cums with us.

Like a squirrel baby girl I’m just looking for =what? =

Push pops on your lips like the ice-cream man.

And I really want to feel you with more than my hands.

Touch every single part of you.

Inside out.

Tease and please every part of you.

Scream and shout.

Lady can I turn your whole world upside down?

I want to show you how to work it girl.

Just like Wow.

Bighting your lips.

Finger tips on this and that.

Touch me here and oooh lady.

Wow that’s fat.

More liquid flows than a starburst once you taste.

Not M&M’s in your hands but all on your =what? =

Face me.

Lace me with your tightest moves.

Now turn around baby.

Oh yeah that’s coo.

Chorus:

Can I feel it?

Can I touch you there?

Can I feel it?

Let me feel it.

Let me touch you there.

Can I feel it?

No regrets.

I want to =ugh=

Till the cows come home.

Now since you don’t live on a farm.

I can’t leave you alone.

The simple pleasure of a touch makes it all unfold.

I want to cum inside baby.

Out here it’s cold.

Can I see your face change like seasons =girl? =

Touch down like a tornado into your =world? =

Stir it up like coffee “said Bernie Mack”

Cream for me, give me sugar.

Oh, yeah, just like that.

Pace like track runners in long distance race.

We’ll find a rhythm on our own mile.

Let me chase.

See you touch walls like you got possessed tonight.

I guarantee all of me when I’m doing it right.

Lick stamps while I stick in the box to mail.

Check your fluids for the trip and all is well.

Touch-tone in the morning after all is done.

When you call me next time baby girl I’ll cum.

Chorus repeated…

We marinated on a sautéed fantasy.

Flames & Wicks, but like wax, babies ass melted onto paying the tax.

And in fact, we simmered in a passionate =oooh=

(Then what?)

Baby girl was wetting me up.

Man I was stuck between her peaks and the sunrise.

Letting her ride….

For time being till I caught mine.

(imagine that)

There I went, there I went, and then we came again.

(How long?

Man the last I checked the clock read ten.

It was getting late and the nighttime just came and went.

And work was still getting put in.

(Stop bullshittng)

Six in the morning Police at my door.

Black Bo!

Urban hang suite knocks.

At my pad door.

Keep it low!

Fa sho.

There we go, there we go, there we go

now we napped, crapped, brushed and ate

But my ladies at it again,

I can't stay,

cus gurl I'm on a paper chase.

Tryin' ta' getta' lump out heah'

2009-06-09T08:16:00.000-07:00

Tryin' ta' get a lump…

I’m trying to get a lump out here.

I really want a Millie and some bread to spare.

“Where you gonna get it?”

Man right chere, right chere!

Spending time wisely and my energy fair.

I’m trying to get a lump out here!

I’m trying to get a lump,

Working “tree jobs” and doin it live.

Making my ends shake hands

Doin it all to survive.

I’m trying to do – more than get by.

With a plot and a plan - Destinations at hand,

Stacking my chips to be in the land…

Of the free - Leisure - time to see,

Grass grow greener – Trees get high.

And give relief a sigh.

I’m so tired of being tired.

Sick of being sick - Gold by the bricks.

I want it all like Warren – Shiiiiit.

Chorus:

I’m trying to make my ends shake hands with a plan and push myself.

A motivator.

I mingle and mix.

Network and fix.

Problems that seem big really ain’t a thang.

I’m staying ready like Sugar – Free.

I’m ready to bang.

Out of your speakers and spit a verse to get ya to buy, what you’re diggin and lovin,

Telling your chicken feed good bye.

I’m trying to get a lump.

You can respect or reject.

I just want you to move - groove

Sweat and get wet to this here.

Chorus:

I got a puzzle to solve.

I’m looking for a scheme through my dreams to ball.

Shot call; get in where I fit in.

I would love to fall…

Right into place.

Big faces and an aftertaste of doing it big.

Sprinkle all my loved ones with some bread for their kids.

Change the location of the place that I live.

Open up shops, restaurants, studios and shiiit.

Get my G homeboys into business with me.

Signing autographs up in VIP.

Chorus:

Keep the cream and the coffee; I’m million-dollar dreaming.

Leading the way.

Machete’s ready for the trails I blaze.

I want to fix some broken shit.

Pimp my dollars to stack mo’ chips.

I’m getting ready for lift off once I drop this hit.

“This is the lick”.

I’m letting you know.

Shake and blow,

And let the dice roll across the green.

If you ain’t bout it, then get off my team.

It ain’t about the chicken heads,

It’s about the chickenfeed.

Emph!

Chorus:

Needs and wants,

Money to front,

Hustling to make it happen.

Pulling stunts,

All on the hunt,

I got to keep it crakin’.

I won’t hide it; I’ll divide it when the time is right.

I wont be a slave,

In the land of the brave.

We breed at night.

I’m just trying to get my skrila, scratch, paper.

Emmm hmmm.

Put it where it needs to be,

So I got to see you all later.

Gators and playa-hats,

Look at that.

Time flies.

I’m Sho’ glad I spent my time and energy wise.

Chorus:

I struggle to struggle - Double to bubble,

Meaning I spend to get mo’.

Invest and get low.

Chasing my riches, my scritches, my skrill.

Doin what I got to do – for that dolla- dolla- bill Yall.

Fill Yall – time with schedules for dreams.

That means being bout it bout it.

You know what I mean.

Let go of my fears, for my regret is my enemy.

Can it be… that I’m scared of defeat?

I caint lose!

I chose to walk a path to see the wiz.

Handle my biz.

Yellow brick roads – Lions, Tigers, and shiiit.

My adrenaline flows.

I’m only human.

I map out a route to take.

Detours and foolish mistakes.

I still look up.

I shake and blow.

Now I’m rollin a hit.

Obstacles try to stop me.

But I wont quit.

Emph!

To Messages and party songs.

Something for ladies and gents.

G’s and cautious folk.

Let me present.

The formula

Like D-O-C

Focus your focals and take a trip… with whom?

Me Black B.

On a paper chase.

Rat race.

I gotta have a spare…

Tire for walking wires.

Tight ropes

Since I was a young one looking at the world revolve,

I had a pocket full of lent and an urge to ball.

I kept a job since I learned how to walk,

Sharpened my talk =up=

Got into trades,

And tried to cut down on fuck ups.

Peeped the situation the world was in.

Watched some loved ones go into the dirt some went.

Pursuing green bills at whatever the cost for means.

Questioned my ambitions and I had to sort through dreams.

What does it mean to me?

What would I do with some real bread?

Looking for peace.

I didn’t know – but I’m real fed…

=Up= with being broke and living in rags.

Watching so many faces drop and eyes with bags.

BART

2009-06-09T08:05:00.001-07:00

BART

In the cold air I chill on a futuristic and institutional way around the Bay.
With one hole in my left sock, the wind blows without a stop.

West Oakland reads a sign in BLOCK…LETTERS…

In white on top – of a solid rectangle of black.

There’s more black in that sign than there is white, but the white gives you instructions.

With the wind speeding and slowing, but definitely blowing,

The BART sign flashes…flashes…flashes…PITSBURGH BAY POINT.

I enter a sliding door and sit behind a cat that resembles Mr. Dabolina.

He looks nervous, but too programmed to move.

With four duffle bags of luggage, maybe he’s coming from the San Francisco Airport at night.

My pager reads 12:16am as we enter a tunnel to 12^th street City Center…

Slowing to get out.

Now I sit on a Richmond Bound Train, posted.

Patiently as I wait a (Po-Po Penelope) Police member walks up to soak up a complaint from an African.

I sit.

Hearing and feeling the power of the train…… we wait.

Now………We go………

Jerking to slowing!

“19^th Street” whispers a sister as we slowww to stop and the door opens in front of blue bricks to leave just as fast as we came.

You see, noise in the Bay Tunnels can be music to my ears…

ABOVE THE STREETS – BESIDES THE FREEWAY – HEADED TO MACARTHUR – GOING TO NORTH BERKELEY – WHERE THE SIGNS ALL READ WHITE LETTERS ON RECTANGLE BLACK BLOCKS.

GOING TO ASHBY next tunnel to passing CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL.

QUICKLY TO GET TO ASHBY – AS WE SLIDE ON TRACKS IN THE SKY.

ABOVE THE NORTH POLE OF OAKLAND, below Berkeley in a tunnel to now slooooooowwww and stop…at, like the sister said, “Ashby Station” as the doors open.

In the first train of a Richmond Train leaving to get to my destination.

My left ear bubble wont pop, but I still here Berkeley Station getting closer as we slow to stop!

STOP!

As we stopped two individuals get up and out they hopped.

Next stop, hmmmmmm, my destination.

As I get ready to go…

We speed up…. and we slowww.

We stop and out I hop at, as the sister sayyyys, NORTH BERKELEY, the doors shut.

Damn! My wallet!

Alcoholic Illusions

2009-06-09T07:59:00.000-07:00

ALCOHOLIC ILLUSIONS

I yawn and pass out spinning into darkness.

Waking up after a good long rest, I turn over and watch her.

Squirming and moaning in her morning stretch.

As her eyes open, she smiles a smile that allows me to hop out of bed into the coldness.

She yawns and says to me, “I love you”, as she purrs.

I think to myself, “what a wonderful catch”.

I mean, I’ve fished and I’ve played, but I’m caught just like she is.

Independent, but dependent on my love, she is who I’ve dreamt of and who I’ve wanted for years.

As I bend over to hug her and engage in a kiss, my alarm clock goes off with an awakening buzz.

My eyes are full of sleep and I’m still full of beer, for man I’ve passed out and awaken in a reality of shit and tears!

It was an alcoholic illusion, just an illusion.

Emmmmmph

Emmmmmph.

I think I had too much to drink

Emph

Just an alcoholic illusion.

Just an illusion

Aspirations of higher living

2009-05-18T16:15:00.000-07:00

Aspirations of higher living

Chorus:

Aspirations of higher living

Spending time wise…

Energy is what I’m giving,

Man cause time flies…

And =I= want to be

On top of the world

Diamond game, fuck the fame

My minds a Black Pearl.

Aspirations of higher living

Man I got to get paid

Spending my time and energy

For a spot in the shade

I’ll take it today

I desiderate to be on top

My Black Pearl is working on a plan and a plot.

My life full of struggle =man=,

was founded on broken dreams…

Aspiring to live higher,

Planned with money from plotted schemes…

To =elevate= and live higher and fired up…

This world is a land mine…

it’s set up to blow up.

It’s some fucked up shit,

we came equipped with a third strike…

And the crab mentalities hold me down, but I take flight…

Because the cleaver endeavor,

Whether it =be=… that I’m doomed to my death…

I’ll take steps in a direction that’s shaky.

It’ll either break me or make a man.

Get up to stand up, get your ass up and stand up.

Standing on my own two…

Entreprenuing, to doing what I want to do

Climbing these ladders of success on Saturdays

Doing it on my time,

night times or holidays…

Loving the money that don’t love me,

Man it’s the root of all-evil.

Pulling stunts just to keep it,

like I was Evil Kanival.

Black Bo’s trying to make a dollar out of =fifteen cents=

Spending my time wise and energy =when=

I figured out I couldn’t get those back…

So now I’m reaching to them stars for my Miller Stack…

I can‘t stop reaching for the top until my heart stops.

Man I got to get paid.

Laying down my destiny

In front of me…

The sign says, “Move this way”

I cannot play outside with the rest of the kids.

I got to handle my business

Keep it cracking

Put in my =bid=

=Shiiiiit= there might be pitfalls and the brick walls – all in my way,

But I’m bound to see a brighter day

And have it my way.

Like Burger King – I’m grilled fresh and ready to eat.

Hop out of the hot seat

I got =places= to go and people to =meet=

Feet be moving to the shit that I =SPIT= out.

Man how can I sit down?

If I don’t have what I need – I pought.

Fire comes out of my mouth

I’m ready to fly south

“It’s Cold Out Here!”

I sip a beer and get the fuck out!

Got to get ta getting’

Ain’t no bullshitting for me.

Like Muhammad Ali…

I float like a butter fly and =sting – like – a bee=

High like trees

In the shade working for cheese

No peanuts for me

I got to be free

And spend my time and energy =wisely=

Cautious and ready for a road block

On every way.

I turn around and touch the ground

Look up and take a leap of faith.

Up up and away…

I aspire to have it all -- And if I fall

Like Alyiah said, I get my ass up and dust my ass off.

It’s just a habit when grab it (he’s savage)

Steering wheels – I Zig and I Zag

Stepping on the gas – to get to where I need be real =fast=

Never last, but if last is first….

I’ll take the streets and drive real slow

Five miles an hour down the block

Waving at the 5-O.

I =go= à 51/50 for a chance to spit you a verse.

Helping you reach in your purse

Or wallet to give me a burst.

Into the stratosphere

On top of the globe.

It’s a set up, but I already know.

They try to stop me, pop me, and drop me]

Into my grave

I’m living life brave

I can’t be a slave

And live in a cave

I’m looking for shade

And lemonade to sip on now

I’m Rare and Rowdy

I got to see the world from a bird’s eye view.

Spitting the rain down

Dew sitting on the plants that grew

Faster than the ones on miracle grow

I’m Aspiring to live higher

From where I =Swing – Low=

And I know this land mind

Gon’ blow up soon

Like the Unabomber

I bring the drama

Express to you

I’m not looking for fame

But a name will help me get paid

It’s Black Bo yall

Got to get it all and make my time pay.

Say à anybody can make a plan

But can you stick to it

I got to be bout a bout and ready like Eddie to do it.

Easy like a Sunday

On the run way

About to take off

Like the ball I kicked off

A field goal with one point

That’s all…

I’m aspiring to live high.

In and out of it like everyday…

Trying to make my time make sense

=I= use my energy to do it again…

Time spent in a laboreth,

A maze of rules and do’s and don’ts.

Checkin’ my steps and can’t stop for rules that won’t…

Help me to next phase…

Paper is easy to burn,

But I had a lot of green lessons to learn..

Got to get to getting,

So I climbed out on a limb to see,

If I jump and started flappin would I fall or fly to be…

On top of the world.

A little sacrafice to live my dreams.

Not blowing steam.

So I set off to do my thing.

I must maintain

Keep my eyes peeled for traps.

I had to get up

Get out

Get something

or another Day would pass

I can’t just sit back, relax and watch my time fly by…

I’m done with questions and answers

For now it’s time to try.

I can rely on the next man

This is my path

My plan

On my two feet I stand.

I can put out my hand

Or I get it myself.

I’m through with waiting on it

Debating on it

I got to get it done

Here it is…

Tell me do you like that?

Huh?

If you hollah

2009-05-18T16:13:00.002-07:00

If you hollah they gon’ come!

Chorus:

If you hollah they gon come, Patna run,

With your four fifteens in your trunk,

Stepping on the gas with bump.

Flow masters setting car alarms off,

But you can’t get caught.

Without your L’s it’ll get auctioned and bought.

Profiled and targeted, you’re bound to get pulled over or jacked.

You can say it’s because of this, but it’s just like that.

If you’ve been stepping on the gas and trying to burn out quick –

You bring attention to yourself, so hommie shut that shit!

You want to hollah so they hear you when you’re doing your thing.

Dub rims meaning twenty inch and fresh new paint.

“How do you make your ends shake hands?” is what they ask.

You fit a description – and now their pulling over your ass.

Maybe it’s your complexion or the clothes your in.

Or your age driving a vehicle you love to spin.

Smoking dodo out in public.

Shattering glass on the curb.

You’ll stop to buy a Vega next your rolling up herb.

Now if you puff the magic dragon and don’t spray your raid,

They’ll find roaches building up in your ashy tray.

Today ain’t your day.

One thing leads straight to the next.

Cause and Effect.

If you hollah, do you know what’s next?

Chorus Repeated…

You made it big.

Getting paid was your life long dream.

Now you can buy and Escalade and the finer things.

You moved up out of the hood and bought a fresh new house.

Your face is in the media and your living it out.

Buying pounds of Mari and want to sip on Chris…

Don Per ion and Baltic Scotch always graze your lips.

Bling Bling… Ice with everything and platinum to match.

Telling the world… “Look at me balling I’m a major catch!!”

Your past revisits you.

Your phone is off the hook.

Everybody wants a dime; they heard you loud and good.

You have more family and friends than you thought you had.

You feel important now Patna, but you ain’t even mad.

You have women by the dozen and the public’s eyes.

Allegations started coming.

Are you wondering why?

Just like the prodigal son, your spending all that you can.

You pull a dollar out cha’ pocket, but it’s burning your hand.

The entourage that you bail with swears they got your back, but when the funds run dry…

As a matter of fact, they get gone.

They leave you how you came in the world.

You said enough without speaking and got caught in the swirl.

Flambouant and proud.

You were only doing your thing.

Why do haters want to hate.

Man when you hollered they came. Stop hollering cause when you holler they come and that’s real.

Chorus Repeated…

I know your lovin all the lavish things, they come and they go.

You wanna show off what you got, but you don’t even know.

People are broke and some are starving.

Some might take your thangs.

In class we live.

We’re separated by our hopes and our dreams.

There’s nothing wrong with working hard and doing what you feel.

But understand you show and tell with everything that you deal.

You could be bumping your gums in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You might be set up or a victim of crime.

Flossing and talking bout’ what you got…

But you ain’t got shiiit but a predator waiting to hit.

Sheltered but marked with a bull’s-eye once you move.

You didn’t know the consequences, but now whachagon’ do?

Some folks talk a gang a mess to impress the crowd about their physical abilities,

Saying it loud.

A cat tuned in quick – with a point to prove.

He wants a stripe on his belt, so now he’s sizing up you.

You might say, “I’m not worried, I can handle myself”.

But he just bought a gang of ammo off the K-Mart shelf.

Before the fall comes pride.

Heed the words right here.

This is a forest and the rabbits all have good ears.

Chorus Repeated…

Makin' Endz Shake Handz

2009-05-18T16:13:00.001-07:00

Making Ends Shake Hands…

I wake up tired when my alarm buzzes at 5:15

I wash-up, now I’m dressed, ready and clean.

The routine I have to handle just to make it all stable

I have bills to pay and I need food on my table.

I don’t really trip off the politics, these players and games,

I’m just trying to do more than get by and stay sane.

At the same time I’m living my life in a maze.

Tryin’ to walk the straight and narrow man, but crime sho pays.

I see a lot of people doin’ dirt to pad their pockets.

While I sit back at home alone on sprockets and gadgets.

Looking for a better day to come my way someday soon.

I’m feeling the growing pains while I lay here in my room.

I look up out of my window and see the homeless dwell

And realize we’re not that far away from what you call hell.

In the city where I live and work it’s all so bad.

But I know I could be doin’ worse…that makes me mad.

I also understand the unemployment rate.

I’m liable to get cut if I show up late

I have to work until the sun switches shifts with the moon.

And I still have more work at home that I can do.

I try to do as much overtime that I can get, because I need to buy another pot into which I could piss.

Once I get it all together…

One day I’ll stand,

But for right now man,

I’m tryin’ to make my ends shake hands….

Miss Me

2009-05-18T16:11:00.000-07:00

Miss Me…

Chorus:

Miss me… you better miss me with those lies you’re telling…

4x’s

1^st Verse:

Baby you can miss me with the lies,

I’ve seen em’ in your eyes…

I ain’t got time now, so baby you can fly…

Away from chere’ where the grass is greener

Dealing with your feelings with those cats that’re meaner.

My demeanor ain’t cracked a bit…

I wont crack a biaaa…

Hurry up girl… Flap now shiiiaaa…

Your tongue is a dangerous thang,

Setting up folks but you don’t know…

I’ve been watching game.

Slivering, delivering lies,

I’m not surprised.

“Next stop is the curb!”

Goodbye!

I ain’t mad, it just goes to show…

That you can’t trust greedy ass hoes only out for dough.

“Man you saw it coming.”

Yeah, I know.

I just got to start pumping my brakes, that means slowing my roll.

I ain’t trippin’ like Short Dog said…

I just loved all the rhythm she had…

From here toes to the head

Ooooh Wee... But she can still miss me.

2^nd Verse:

I know a hater when I look in their soul.

It amuses me, when they try to sell me fools gold.

Slinging smut when the doors are shut,

Man I smile when they smile at me, but I know what’s up.

They get cut from the team of pros.

“ I ain’t fucking wit’cha’ dog, so I have to let your punk ass go.”

No more drama like Mary J.

Miss me with the bull, cause I ain’t got time to play.

Some dudes just don’t have clues,

But I’ll give em’ the blues, If they want to spread fake ass news.

I choose to live sucka free, like the Bay Maine.

Got to stay sane

Elimate the fakes

pump your brakes,

And miss me with the extras too.

I got sticks and stones.

I’m rubber, you’re glue.

Who knew…

there were tricks outside of the hat?

I did, but it didn’t have to be like that.

Miss me….

3^rd Verse:

The lies…cross =gender lines=

=It’s= gender blind.

I’ve paid some dues =and= spent some time…

Getting spanked with no Vaseline, which sucks!

But I’ve – learned enough,

And it’s – made me tough.

Growing up in a “Family Feud”

I had to – Break the chains – and do the do.

Sweet lies from the lips of love,

Only made me want to – tilt the bottle – and puff a dub.

Rolled up in the world today,

White lies =wear= suits and ties and they make displays…

Out of anybody questioning the ass most kiss.

You can – fool the rest,

But it’s me you missed.

From the top to the bottom call it trickle down.

Most live a lie, their smiles a frown.

Gather round; let me tell you what you all should scream…

It’s an easy little phrase, just sing it with D

Come on!

4^th Verse:

They’ve pulled a wool,

Over your eyes to fool.

That shit ain’t cool.

Blinded by the lies in school.

Graduating with the B.S.

And still don’t know, that the world ain’t flat, it’s a one-world globe.

Slow leaks get patched with aggressive deeds.

And yes indeed, you and I still ain’t free.

We can exercise more than the rest when we’re rocking the boat,

But if it’s too much, that’s all she wrote.

Shining examples…make the mobs take five.

From Nat – Martin – El Haj.

Just to be like Mike.

But that’s alright, it’s all just a relative thing.

Getting more for your money.

Honey – Birds and the Bling.

I heard her sing!

She’s obese, but the peace ain’t here.

“Don’t worry bout the drama, here just have two beer.”

We can talk about this later when your hangover’s done.

Or you can live your life in bliss and keep having your fun…

But yall can…

Lies are tools

Lies are fools

Lies are wools pulled over eyes to cool

Lies are TV news and the government too.

Lies are late and some lies are overdue.

Some lies look just like you.

With a smile and knife to stab,

Some lies look like mom and dad

Some knock you out

Some lies just like to jab.

Some lies make you happy

Others make you sad.

All lies on me.

All lies on you.

Tell me when a lie snowballs what hell you gon’ do.

Some lies grow up to get bigger.

Some lies look like my niggas.

White lies, yellow - pink, purple or blue.

The worst lies are 99% true.