Mine and Yours

My hustle,
Was/is,
Different from yours.

I never,
Slang dope,
On the street corner.

Went to my 9 to 5.
Stayed doing me.

WHen the chips fall,
It's all on me.

People ask me,
Why?
Because,
I believe in whast I do.

They deserve a chance.
They took a chance with me.

I'm repaying the favor.

Everyone needs a hand.
I just so happen,
To give all ten toes,
Ten fingers.

All while standing before the executioner.

Board Games

Because I wasn't into playing games.
You took what you knew,
Threw it out your car window.
Replaced with what you heard.
Now I'm fighting for a position,
That I'm not sure I want.

You heard I was a playboy.
I never played you.
Quick to jump to plan "C".
Baby, you and I were barely,
Settled on plan "A".

That bird sat on your shoulder,
And chirped away.
That bird, neglected to tell you,
I treated it just like a bird,
Well more like a pidgeon.
Calling it like I see it.

As time tick tocks away,
Sitting here,
Putting my effort,
Into something,
I could never love as my own.

Life Sentence

This is what life looks like.
Sped up at full blast.
Kissed the fool,
Nod my head,
Zipped up my coat.

This is what life looks like.
When nothing else matters,
Tried to play it off,
But my hand still hurts,
From writing this poem.

This is what life looks like.
Starry eyed and love crossed.
Paint it blue,
Only to realize we all bleed red.
Feet on the ceiling.
Hand on the doorknob.

Life is a dandelion field.
Pick one,
Pull the petals,
Everything matters.

Will you walk in my field?

This is what life looks like.......
When life happens.

Tongue kissing God

Have you ever been kissed by God? Passionately(tongue, lips, etc.)? Or are you one who simply condemns God to the realm of the invisible? When do you feel most comfortable? When do you feel most loved? Perhaps it is the warm embrace of your lover or in the assuring touch of your mother. Perhaps, like me, you have likened this person to God in your life and realized that God was loving you through them. Or maybe you don't believe in God. Cool. Here's a simpler question: Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing thousand fleshy envelops filled with the essence of your passionate being then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again- the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe eve that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstances, and understanding.


-Saul Williams

Word of The Day......Sacrifice

Sacrifice. This is a word that I'm quickly getting accommodated to. It seems within the past couple weeks my life has sped up about 45%. I use to complain about having too much time for myself now I take whatever I can get. Life is always throwing something new at me every once in a while. Maybe it's to see if I handle the pressure or maybe I do it to myself. I'm giving up so much lately I just hope it pays off....no wait.....take that back I know it will pay off because if I didn't believe in what I was doing I wouldn't be doing it. I know my job it takes up a lot of my time and I know some people wonder if my job is really worth all this. The answer to this question is simple...is yes. The kids I get to meet the and the lives I get to impact, I wouldn't take that back for anything. My job is not for everyone and I've seen a lot of people in my field come and go and not too many can handle it. When your shaping and molding a young person's life it can be a lot, you want them to grow up right. But it can be difficult when you're still growing up yourself and trying to figure out who you are.



The dictionary describes sacrifice as the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim. I find that definition ironic because I'm giving up my own needs/wants to help build something more meaningful.



Sacrifice.

Cops Acquitted In Sean Bell Shooting

I really don't know what to say right now. I'm really disgusted in our legal system right now. I really hoped that justice would of been served for Sean Bell and his family. Here's Sean Bell's story for those that need to play catch up: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/26/nyregion/26cops.html?_r=1&scp=3&sq=sean%20bell&st=cse&oref=slogin. I dont know what to say but it's really fucked up and some people wonder why people hate police.


R.I.P.
Sean Bell


P.S.
A big FUCK you goes out to Michael Oliver, Marc Cooper & Gescard Isnora the cops acquitted in the case.

Food For Thought

Today's posts is about Mr. Riq Gee's aka Black Thought from The Legendary Roots crew. I was listening to The Roots album The Tipping Point and realized how underrated he is. He doesn't nearly get enough credit for what he does. My true hip hop heads can attest to this without a doubt. Listen to any of The Roots albums, he straight kills everything he's one from Orangix to Super Lyrical with Big Pun to Game Theory. Dude is a straight emcee, it just oozes from his veins. Don't believe me? Check this out then, his verse from Somebody's Gotta Do It:

Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is
Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
My level headedness make it come off so effortless
The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
My track record is hot shit, consecutive
Smug, I got game just like a record executive
A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
Bet on Black
Bet these cats that's all gelatin
Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent
Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'
Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in
Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin'
Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?
Oh, now it's nothin'
Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning
I flip like my name Turner
That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
The raw sojourner for truth
The mic burner


You can't tell me that's not just raw lyrical skill right there. People don't think of him because he's not the type of cat to be jumping on everyone's shit. The last time I heard him on someone's album was back on 2002, when he did Talib Kweli's classic album Quality. But as a hip hop head how can you not love that collabo. You got Kanye West on the beat, Talib, Black Thought, and Pharoahe Monch on the lyrics. He's been holding it down for a while, been in the game for over ten years. Each new Roots album be bring something new to the table.


Remember to pick up the new Roots album Rising Down next Tuesday.

Support REAL hip hop.

Coffey OUT!