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    A WASTE OF TIME

    if a man testicles are crushed or his penis cut off he shall not enter the sanctuary. a bastard may not enter the sanctuary nor any of his descendants for 10 generations.

                             deuteronomy 23..verses 1 and 2

     

    brotha cant you hear it

    sista cant you hear it

    people always sayin this and that lord help them

    why let good stories get in the way of facts

    well brotha mamma cant tell you how 2 act

    sista..daddy left home a rollin stone that greasy bastard

    aint comin back

    big brotha cant fight all of my battles

    sista cant stop the psycho babble

    no..no because money always talks 

    while bullshyt will walk about 100000 miles

    just for a pat on the back

    a coke and a smile

    what the hell..what the hello

    how low can we go

     

    real dee right heya..lemme tell ya

    i aint neva been shyt

    dont want 2 be the shyt

    im just tryin damn hard not 2 step in shyt

    unless im walkin my dog

    that cant be helped somethimes nah mean

    hell you know if humans can spell  god  backwards

    and make it a canine we done ran outta time

    truth be told i have always been flawed

    but no one was around when i clawed

    my way outta niggaville

    not a place but a mentality

    not a race but in actuality

    a state of mind

    thats just a waste of time

     

    brotha..poetry cant pay into your pension plan

    sista..coverage like  medical 

    dont care about the theoretical 

    homily you drop

    i cant yell im dgreaves the poet

    when im stopped by cops

    cant  tell a cat listen 2 me recite before

    your glock go pop

    dead is dead and gone is gone

    because death can come  anytime to anyone

    so why are we wasting time

    walkin about 100000 miles just for someone

    who dont really know us to admire a profile

    what  the hell..what the hello

    how low can we go

     

    i remember in another dimension

    not so long ago

    i thought there was purity to this poetic flow

    but camelot  came crashin down

    everybody wanting 2 be kings and queens

    no one willing 2 wear  the crown

    of thorns

    the petty dramas..the scorn

    jesus fryin..sayton reborn

    and blacks not whites holdin lengths of rope

    now  hope

    is swayin in the  southern breeze

    while the devils dominion is doin what they please

     

    people sayin this and that lord help them

    aint nobody

    somebody 2  anybody

    unless somebody is something

    2 themselves

    well brotha momma cant dry your eyes

    you are too damn grown

    sista..daddy cant repair the holes in your home

    big brotha  cant stop me from being accident prone

    sista..hang up the muthafuckin phone

    spreadin gossip is just a waste of time

     

    what the hell..what the hello

    only lord knows 

    how low we can go

    • 11 July 2011
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