Discussion in 'Cypher' started by Stock IV, Feb 15, 2012.
i get in a bitch like placenta
i cook niggas like a hamburger
im tipsy like j kwon
i smoke de kush with my tamil nigguhs, you're all fake like action figures
let the beef fly like a winged hamburger
ppl think cuz im a transsexual i cant rap, thats just not true
i be lookin for honeies but its just not you
look at what i do
rhyme for my crime mob crew
with the sticky icky/lick lick me/ that how i do
just started be nice haha
what about when i mashed her shitter nh
im more in bunz than a hamburger
i get in ur grill and then flip like a hamburger
im the tightest rhymer slash web designer for a credit liner
As a boy, I shared a game with my father—
Played it every morning till I was three.
He would knock knock on my door,
And I’d pretend to be asleep till he got right next to the bed.
Then I would get up and jump into his arms.
“Good morning, Papa.”
And my Papa, he would tell me that he loved me.
We shared a game,
Until that day when the knock never came,
And my Mama takes me on a ride past cornfields
on this never-ending highway
Till we reach a place of high rusty gates.
A confused little boy,
I enter the building carried in my Mama’s arms.
We reach a room of windows and brown faces.
Behind one of the windows sits my father.
I jump out of my Mama’s arms and run joyously towards my Papa’s,
Only to be confronted by this window.
I knock knock trying to break through the glass,
Trying to get to my father.
I knock knock as my Mama pulls me away
Before my Papa even says a word.
And for years, he has never said a word.
And so, 25 years later, I write these words
For the little boy in me who still awaits his Papa’s knock.
“Papa, come home, ‘cause I miss you.
I miss you waking me up in the morning and telling me you love me.
Papa, come home, ‘cause there’s things I don’t know,
And I thought maybe you could teach me
How to shave,
How to dribble a ball,
How to talk to a lady,
How to walk like a man.
Papa, come home, ‘cause I decided awhile back
I want to be just like you, but I’m forgetting who you are.”
And 25 years later, a little boy cries.
And so I write these words and try to heal
And try to father myself.
And I dream up a father
Who says the words my father did not.
“Dear son, I’m sorry I never came home.
For ever lesson I failed to teach, hear these words:
‘Shave in one direction with strong deliberate strokes
To avoid irritation.
Dribble the page with the brilliance of your ballpoint pen.
Walk like a God, and your Goddess will come to you.
No longer will I be there to knock on your door,
So you must learn to knock for yourself.
Knock knock down doors of racism and poverty that I could not.
Knock knock on doors of opportunity
For the lost brilliance of the black men who crowd these cells.
Knock knock with diligence for the sake of your children.
Knock knock for me.
For as long as you are free,
These prison gates cannot contain my spirit.
The best of me still lives in you.
Knock knock with the knowledge that you are my son,
But you are not my choices.”
Yes, we are our fathers’ sons and daughters,
But we are not their choices.
For despite their absences,
We are still here,
With the power to change this world
One little boy and girl at a time.
lift up my dick, on my balls u smell cheese
dont talk about it, just say please
i got this fat ho, she on her knees
opened so many doors, i got no keys
easy, mackin mack
big dick bino comin thruuuuuuu
my meat filthy rich like a cheeseburger
my asshole lets out the craziest of juices
hold on, im not playin the flute kid
i had a nice date yesterday, word to my cupid
im fucking retarded, dont call me stupid
dentist take teeth winnin bike for low paying amateur
leave the beef spinnin like a rotating hamburger
my dick curved like a fixed test
my girl, no breasts, no ass, big chest
alright let me reload
Idk how to moderate this thread.. You all are doin a great job at derailing a thread that had no direction to begin with...
Im tryna hold on to my last ounce of sanity
casually a casulty caught up in vanity
candidly that's what society granted me
programming me and demanding me
to participate activly damn it these
crackers keep naggin me avidly
why can't we see the tragedies
thru the smoke as we pass the weed
got us like uggh but not coz masterP
it's bc the fallacy that we always see
they tell us too manage our debt as they
damage our net keep us in bondage and bet
that it's all a plan to infect and keep us
stranded in check..
push the husband and wife apart tear up the family next
keep us in slavery that's how they keep our mind in the dark
iis it all apart of the strategy? YES! Welcome to America Bitches!!
i couldn't say it more amiably hence this is sarcasm executed so practicly meshed
infused with incompassion and threat's they ain't understandin me yet..
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