Average Whiteboy
Bluelighter
(Yeah, this is written in the traditional "rap" song form. If you don't like it, just don't read it. Thanks.
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I had this dream...
And it was going too fast...I said, "slow down." And then it all stopped as if somebody pressed pause...
Then this mystic female appeared and asked me what I saw...I said...
-It's like a distant memory...how simplicity formed the imagery that I captured within me
-Timid tendencies make sense out of all the violent chemistry
-Feelings feeling me for the ways my poetry paints with mastered emotions...motions stopped but struggling to continue
-Rags of tears from the person who feels your spirit but his soul cries and misses you
-I see every pause in action...every lost in fraction of movement
-And yet every scene I consider knowledge and I consume it , I try to use it
-I see a shoot-out stop with a bullet floating in the wind
-People ducking behind trees having salty tears spelling "it's the end"
-I see a young lady getting robbed yet the look in her eye's telling me she's ready to defend...herself
-Her mouth still forms the shape of help, but business people in suites walk with their backs turned toward the helpless without a feeling of remorse felt
-I see corruption, feel at lost for perfection, lessons taught but no one listens like having intercourse with no erection
-I see my angel on my shoulder, but my heart feels as if getting colder
-Seeing the mainstream in my optics but struggling to remain sober
-I must of told her
-I know time stopped but I feel as if my mind is getting older
-She asked me to tell her what I thought, but instead I tried to show her.
-I said, "it's like I'm fighting for freedom, cause I know our priceless lives are merely licensed I see, so I fight to be free
-He needs wisdom from the rhythm within the system of nonsense
-I feel like I'm common sense within a world of non-reason, I feel like I'm a rainstorm hovering over a dry season
-And yet I'm like a warm shelter, of knowledge that nobody wants in a world thats been freezin'."
-This is a time of depressed sighs
-Sweet hellos and sad good-byes
-Half-truths telling entire lies
-This is the world through my eyes...
-Endless times of pointless crimes, take a journey deep into the visions that lie within my mind
-Sometimes I think I'm an idiot to think that times could change
-Why we stain the blocks with pointless cries of hard knocks, killing cops and wondering why we have to duck and dodge their shots?
-The block is hot, because my people are one story
-Above Hell's Kitchen, we listen, to true lies and see our soul's cry for death that fog our bluest eyes
-It's a strive, to stay alive
-Repetition is ringing in the streets, how could we hear freedom ring?
-Hip-hop fiends, hear, "it's all good," but nothing is what it seems
-Broken dreams, lean towards the repair of another's tragedy
-More temptation and faith, people live for the last day
-Looking for a way out, looking for a way in, trying to find a better way
-Triumph our soul cries out for justice but can't even spell the word
-Didn't bother to learn the law so how we expect to get it? It's absurd
-We see beyond our seeming, these days of bloodied screaming of our grown semen
-Of children dying bloated out where the lilies floated, guns loaded
-With death's "Angel" and news about death on the news is all sugarcoated
-Deafened and unwilling we aided in the killing
-And now our soul's lie broken, dry tablets without token
-People say I'm nice with my poems but they don't believe me since I do too much smokin'
-Our Metropole in metrical measurements make millions for idiots and kill children by
cassettes
-CDs replaced by MP3s and computer screens so why can't we type the way we write?
-Our sight is out of sight
-Try to solve our problems by mindless chatter of what we could do
-Everybody in the world is still a human being, regardless of status, so who we look to?
-It's time I, share the wealth of my knowledge that the world has been begging for me to preach
-Streets are claimed by certain rappers as stomping grounds when they're in mansions on the beaches
-Corporations see a new trend and suck the life out of it like a leeches
-Because money defines all the important transactions
-It's the Benjamins and the Jacksons, that define a man's actions
-Empty seats in classrooms students saying they have to make ends meet
-Babies having babies, mothers at the age of 13, belly wide, father gone denied
-The fact that his baby's mother cries for him, teary eyes, bloodshots clouding minds for ways of intelligence
-Ignorant hustling masses claiming knowledge are irrelevant
-Claiming they're hardcore when their words they speak are too delicate
-Look closely
-Use my gift of poetry to describe the grip of feeling holding within me
-Then I finally opened my eyes, sort of like a rose in the concrete
-Or like the stop of violence on these wicked streets
-I feel cornered and trapped, but no walls are physically holding me
-When I look at all the pain in the world it brings me to the brink of insanity
-It's time for the people of the world to awake for their slumber
-And let the cries of freedom ring out like thunder
------------------
"You lie, so you hold no liability..."
- San Quinn
I had this dream...
And it was going too fast...I said, "slow down." And then it all stopped as if somebody pressed pause...
Then this mystic female appeared and asked me what I saw...I said...
-It's like a distant memory...how simplicity formed the imagery that I captured within me
-Timid tendencies make sense out of all the violent chemistry
-Feelings feeling me for the ways my poetry paints with mastered emotions...motions stopped but struggling to continue
-Rags of tears from the person who feels your spirit but his soul cries and misses you
-I see every pause in action...every lost in fraction of movement
-And yet every scene I consider knowledge and I consume it , I try to use it
-I see a shoot-out stop with a bullet floating in the wind
-People ducking behind trees having salty tears spelling "it's the end"
-I see a young lady getting robbed yet the look in her eye's telling me she's ready to defend...herself
-Her mouth still forms the shape of help, but business people in suites walk with their backs turned toward the helpless without a feeling of remorse felt
-I see corruption, feel at lost for perfection, lessons taught but no one listens like having intercourse with no erection
-I see my angel on my shoulder, but my heart feels as if getting colder
-Seeing the mainstream in my optics but struggling to remain sober
-I must of told her
-I know time stopped but I feel as if my mind is getting older
-She asked me to tell her what I thought, but instead I tried to show her.
-I said, "it's like I'm fighting for freedom, cause I know our priceless lives are merely licensed I see, so I fight to be free
-He needs wisdom from the rhythm within the system of nonsense
-I feel like I'm common sense within a world of non-reason, I feel like I'm a rainstorm hovering over a dry season
-And yet I'm like a warm shelter, of knowledge that nobody wants in a world thats been freezin'."
-This is a time of depressed sighs
-Sweet hellos and sad good-byes
-Half-truths telling entire lies
-This is the world through my eyes...
-Endless times of pointless crimes, take a journey deep into the visions that lie within my mind
-Sometimes I think I'm an idiot to think that times could change
-Why we stain the blocks with pointless cries of hard knocks, killing cops and wondering why we have to duck and dodge their shots?
-The block is hot, because my people are one story
-Above Hell's Kitchen, we listen, to true lies and see our soul's cry for death that fog our bluest eyes
-It's a strive, to stay alive
-Repetition is ringing in the streets, how could we hear freedom ring?
-Hip-hop fiends, hear, "it's all good," but nothing is what it seems
-Broken dreams, lean towards the repair of another's tragedy
-More temptation and faith, people live for the last day
-Looking for a way out, looking for a way in, trying to find a better way
-Triumph our soul cries out for justice but can't even spell the word
-Didn't bother to learn the law so how we expect to get it? It's absurd
-We see beyond our seeming, these days of bloodied screaming of our grown semen
-Of children dying bloated out where the lilies floated, guns loaded
-With death's "Angel" and news about death on the news is all sugarcoated
-Deafened and unwilling we aided in the killing
-And now our soul's lie broken, dry tablets without token
-People say I'm nice with my poems but they don't believe me since I do too much smokin'
-Our Metropole in metrical measurements make millions for idiots and kill children by
cassettes
-CDs replaced by MP3s and computer screens so why can't we type the way we write?
-Our sight is out of sight
-Try to solve our problems by mindless chatter of what we could do
-Everybody in the world is still a human being, regardless of status, so who we look to?
-It's time I, share the wealth of my knowledge that the world has been begging for me to preach
-Streets are claimed by certain rappers as stomping grounds when they're in mansions on the beaches
-Corporations see a new trend and suck the life out of it like a leeches
-Because money defines all the important transactions
-It's the Benjamins and the Jacksons, that define a man's actions
-Empty seats in classrooms students saying they have to make ends meet
-Babies having babies, mothers at the age of 13, belly wide, father gone denied
-The fact that his baby's mother cries for him, teary eyes, bloodshots clouding minds for ways of intelligence
-Ignorant hustling masses claiming knowledge are irrelevant
-Claiming they're hardcore when their words they speak are too delicate
-Look closely
-Use my gift of poetry to describe the grip of feeling holding within me
-Then I finally opened my eyes, sort of like a rose in the concrete
-Or like the stop of violence on these wicked streets
-I feel cornered and trapped, but no walls are physically holding me
-When I look at all the pain in the world it brings me to the brink of insanity
-It's time for the people of the world to awake for their slumber
-And let the cries of freedom ring out like thunder
------------------
"You lie, so you hold no liability..."
- San Quinn
