old poems

what up word,

seems like every time i tell someone that i write poetry they, think "yeah right, everybody wants to be a rapper what makes you so different." well, i honestly can't answer that, and whether that makes me less of and emcee is up to you guys but this is just a sample of what is to come assuming that i can get a studio fund together *lol lay-a-away lol* but anyway here's an older poem that i wrote listening to some Lu and thinking about the state of music in general no particular genre just music hope you enjoy, please comment too! kinda long i know, but its entitled the MIC.

The MIC

The first time i held the MIC was a breakthrough

Salvia-less flow still i manged to breakthrough

blessing rhymes with there blessings and currency

Sonic is a free product of life's downloads and others are disorderly

going thru the motions roller coaster derailed progression

throwing up gang signs boy scouts learn a lesson

almost a fast break kit kat rappers acting out at night

maybe from lack of self respect or love, giving others insight

my first time holding the MIC was a dream

everything in my mind makes sweat shop rappers a glimpse into what it really seams

Martin Luther can only say so much needing the intervention

P.S. the bio's on T.V. will never tell us what were missing

but i don't have the scratch to catch the bus

honestly i'd rather walk then succumb to a label makers trust

Its something that i'd never ever do again i think backwards

Krissing and Crossing others lives as I dart thru traffic

Dallas right now is my home missing the midwest

The first I held the MIC she said i do it the best

even though were from to different worlds

she stil knows how to mix and master and hears the underling tones in my words

disrespecting my self for the pursuit of franklin's

the reason some people live and push coke on each station

radio w/o the fuzzy logic

mathematically speaking myself Asher and Sonic are all profits

only soliving the problems of the world thru musical equations

staying on the outside looking in and keeping college style illumenations

enlighted ourselves and others thru the beauty and hatred of transportation

others in the fast lane searching for the H.O.V no time for drugged out conotation

The first time i held the MIC is was a perfect match

Venus women and Chocolate dutch niggas, in my sleep i cook up a better batch

the only thing that stays in same is my love of music

people tap into there pure imagination thru the green house effect, but when they hear me they lose it

he's not Em, niether i'm I, but i'm black and were full of De LA Soul

The first time i held the MIC people lost control

New school, new class MC's need to take notes

feeling the body of a woman lyrically w/o degreating quotes

Positivity is the only thing i cant rhyme it seems i cant make cents about makin sense in a rhyme?

all questions no answers

you look funny holding a MIC, people following others leads like Mr.chancler

well, i could be like you except i have the need to provide for my life

The first and last time I held the MIC will be the same thing twice.