sling*shot * hip*hop
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black & white
black & blue
bruises
i'm white, red blue &
i'm as black as you
as white as me
see what i did there
i only spit the truth
no need to be something i'm not
cause i'm hotter than hot
but i'll still never
be as good as you are
at telling your own story
that's how the beat drop
cops guns popping off at me
more often than they boners pop
gotta wonder why they shot's miss
i guess they shoot their shots
wildly & violently
with about as much drama
as they shoot the shit
aw, shoot i'm hit
spitting out bullets
i self heal, seal the wound
wrap it like a poultice
of prunella vulgaris
vulgar like a poltergeist
call me a vulture
cause i pick lines off the dead
i'm from the land of carl sagan
fuck me like a pagan cause
in my religion
the vulture
is a creature worthy of respect
like all of creation
what in tarnation?
they try to tarnish my name
like fining
black children (brown babies)
for hopping the turnstyle
at martin luther king station
middle finger to the nation
i'm pregnant with this rhyme
i flip the script
on turncoats
white face, black face
life in the city still shitty
got the drums & bass
like i'm peter tosh, &
i got paul & mary with me
call it operation ivy
i knock the clip out your gun
& put a pile of papers in your hands (lap?)
i'm a survivor of book burning
like an operation paperclip pun
sound system gonna bring me back up, yea
don't wanna be caught up
in the shitstem
like a ticking clock
tick-tock
i swoop &
& when i drop,
i'm about to fuck the city up
if life's a dick
dunno how i ended up in this ho'
that six feet deep schtick
my critics still write in prose
ask me how i feel
i feel like nobody know
and knowing the ledge is still like woah
if life's a bitch
how come i end up with agents for bros?
& like snitches
somehow they always end up with mo'
act a shame, it's like
they always wearing new clothes
& end up with the gold,
while i end up alone
the price i pay
for not selling my soul
& if i carry the torch,
who gonna carry me home?
& you know...
what i really wanna know
is if the women really still care
it's like i'm bearing the brunt
walking on hot coals
while they out for brunch
i'm in the kitchen doing all the dishes
while she kisses her bowl
the pipe, the dream,
i ain't saying that she digging for gold but
i been following feminist morals while
she acting out of control
pockets full of holes
but she still villify the whore?
vantrilliquost tranquil, it's
like a victim lulled to sleep, ah
like a promise she didn't keep, uh
i promised to teach, huh
i wish i was reaching, but nah...
i'm reaching for a higher truth
denial in the booth
she say she ride or die, i'm like
okay, look into my eyes
undo the hypnotized hypno sis
she winces on sight
from the root to the fruit
i bathe in the sunlight
i thought you were my sister
but you on some other shit like
who's the bigger victim? i & i...
sacrificed my wishes
you make mincemeat of my desires
then you ask me why the fire
is only embers in my eyes
my passion repressed,
i have to hide it...
cause i still remember the essence
of your joy like effervescence
when you met me, but now it's faded
you smoking treees with the set again
clear cutting like the bees are dying
from roundup, like they round us up
shot down like dawgs on the pavement
i was proud of us,
sacrificed our lives from the ground up
for the cause, while you remind me
who's the best again
like women are so special
and yea, you are,
but what's next again?
if i was the last man alive,
and you the last woman
would you bury me next to osiris
like auset again?
my lingum gone again
at least it's not a threat to you...
if i'm... cold as ICE like mexicans
looking for a better life over the border
you say i crossed a boundary
because i looked at you
with fire in my eyes
& you never knew it until
i wasn't around
to see you wake up to the lies
like drake from the neck up
instead of playing make up
i guess a comet cleaned the game up
like dinosaurs, your pride is sore,
my voice hoarse, this tired course
coursing through my brain
like the stains left by lsd
the message sent,
(i catch a glimpse of uranus)
you know i've all ways been rebellious
like an elephant stampede,
aladdin with the genie,
celebrate the hallowed ween
jack-o-lantern
like a lamp you rub
never a prize to be won
while you celebate
i still bless you
like a remix on dub
i double dove wubb you
my last love left me with a felony
from a $15 jug of black velvet
steel reserve stole my courage
like the security guard
put his hands around my neck
asked if i wanted to slip
into the next life, sleeping with the fishes
the police said i had no business in the store
with no money in my sorry sore hands
got slapped with a burglary
& she drove away, but i got the memories
i still love her to this day
she prolly still thinks i'm her enemy
i wonder, "to what end?" but whatever man
3 days in jail, 2 years a fugitive
because i was homeless
& had no transportation
and felt like, "fuck it?
what should i do,
go to the police station
and ask for a ride to my court date?
they prolly shoot me on sight
lose me in the night...
so i fled
til the day i got caught back in the chains again
thank god for the angels among men
my public defender said,
"enjoy your last moments of captivity"
by the grace of justice
they finally dropped the case
& to this day...
she stays staying away
but i got the memories
i still love her
to this day
she prolly still thinks i'm her enemy
& now you know why i don't
fucking fall in love with hennessey
never could aford it
i might as well be a mormon
cause this playa play
had to go in search to find
another wifey to spend my life with
wondering if it's even worth it
like if we might kiss, we might have kids?
my homie in the cell,
couldn't pay child support
i asked him what for, he say
he living life
like he on life support
& they don't give a fuck,
but that's life, at war,
ho-hum, he hums...
"it ain't easy...being me...
will i see the penetentiary,
or will i stay free?"
i dropped my jaw into a big grin
he say, "you know that one, my kin G?"
my other homie,
he ask if i'm our antichrist
i look at him like an anarchist
say, "am i *your* antichrist?"
nah son, but like christ,
i might lose my life for this...
my other homie, he never wake up
just takes another pill,
day after day, night after night,
but that's life behind bars.
lots of chains, and fat whips
slapping against my back
it can make you wonder
how the light gets in, or does it?
like how the crack got in
to the ghetto, nobody knows...
that's why i stack bars
like a pirate in solitary confinement
i'm in the club & shit, like
like, "bing! bing!"
i'ma keep on sing sing singing
for all my brothers trapped
on that side of the wall
they come for me?
the whole system gonna fall.
that's my word, y'all.
i mind my mannaz
like menages a trois
dagaz on my tombstone
in runes etched in
by the pruned fingers
of a ruthless lady rap singer
it says, "he gave his life for all...
and then he (as a she)... came back for more?
& then she... won the war
with nothing but a slingshot
and a pebble <-->
while the rest said,
'whatever, my never...'
he swung that sledge like medgar evers
(a perishable turned) invincible
like, knowing the ledge is like...
"i'm close to the edge,
don't push me..."
i'm like the ghost of sappho
call me bitch made,
i hit pitches like joe dimaggio
like sirius black got my back
that's some serious magnitude
beautyful like the beatitudes
like a jew with attitude
swinging at a pinata with the furor
of the fuher's face laced with
white supremacist platitudes
calculate my rising sign
progressed to the next latitude
you dealing with pluto in the flesh
i make a mess of your vest,
slap you out your crest
it's the chitty bang, smack,
crack, whack, *chk chk*
shebang
his little mustache
floating in the breeze like ashes.
we taking the swastika back
put it on the flag
for turtle island
y'all can't silence me
anglicize my rhymes
like the bible
quintiles and angles
i say it to your face:
i'm the arch angel
of non-violence
so go ahead & try it,
i revoke your liscense to kill
you think it's still 2 007?
in 2009 i went to heaven
god said,
'why in the hell
you wanna go back to hell for?'
i told her, there's something
i ain't felt for a long time...
like my people under a spell
like love lost,
but i feel it in my soul still
she smiled and say,
'that's my girl,
take a few pearls for the swine,
if you say it's not your time
it's no business of mine,
stay shining,
you like the moon baby girl
don't let them take yr rhyme from ya.'
it's a slowly secreting secret
but the spell's starting to wear off
that's what my homie fred said,
he wasn't imaginary,
but he's no longer in the flesh
they killed him in 2011
always said he'd die young
he told me: that's why i like you,
polly, my love,
you aren't afraid
to see the signs, you know the time
& with that, like a leo,
he rode off into the sun
one last word, he said,
"you know, change gonna cum."
spelled it see-you-em
as if he said, "see you then..."
fred was funny like that
he made the rest of us feel dumb
but he knew we were just numb
what a bum-bum
you don't know what you've got
'til it's gone.