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    JUST ANY MAN

    Yo June Amaru. Pour me a Henny-N-pineapple man.

    I wanna feel this drop for real.

     

    I ain't got the skillz to write like them,

    that's okay, Dear God give me the will to bleed,

    don't let me rest, until I'm blessed

    enough to address

    this pen,

    Amen

    So many close calls,

    in my mind I hear phones ringin',

    have dreams of Momma cryin', angels singin',

    Damn, I'm so loaded down with stress,

    I've got no tears left to cry,

    sometimes I pray Dear God let me die

    But for me I know God must have a purpose,

    won't be seeing Brotha D'ee in no hearses,

    Got these migraines causing me so much pain,

    tryin' not to black out,

    lay down, fold my arms across my chest,

    pray to God I don't pass out,

    wanna wake up, yo G'ee

    remember the summer wifey broke out,

    lost so much weight

    people thought I was cracked out,

    Oh my God,

    But now I try to rise,

    believin', yes I realize,

    that Heaven cries

    for the lack of justice,

    In God I trust

    more than a woman's love,

    can't she, can't nobody be flyin' with me

    when I rise above,

    you're born and die alone

     CAN YOU HEAR ME SHOUTING

    ABOVE THE WHITE NOISE,

    PAINED AND POWERLESS, NEVERTHELESS,

    FULL OF PRIDE, PASSION AND POISE,

    RIGHT OR WRONG LIKE ANY MAN,

    JUST REFUSING TO BE LIKE ANY MAN

    Flashback, Oh shyt!

    Daddy don't, Mamma won't

    even try to resist,

    I guess the Nigga preferred a fist slug,

    to a hug and a kiss,

    Don't want y'all to miss this, gotta insist, love did exist,

    but it's hard for two people not to get pissed,

    when they allow the devil and God to coexist,

    real as the shyt I write,

    simple as black and white, day and night,

    Feel me!

    At 12 years old I shouted GOD BE DAMNED!,

    maybe Satan has a better plan to make me a better man,

    so I walked with the devil, and talked with Thugz,

    sold revolution to the people

    like the Thugz sold drugs,

    by 17 I didn't even know who the fuck I was,

    searching for a mental escape,

    always had a strong mental tem-plate,

    but the Nigga in me tempted fate,

    and I lost,

    add up the cost it's about 30 years,

    that's why despite the accolades and admiration

    from my peers,

     I steer to the right

    so they can't see what's left of my tears,

    Mami' don't grieve for a brotha who makes his own choices,

    I'll be defiant until I die,

    but I can't escape the voices,

    of the devil and his desciples

    callin' me home,

    I clutch my Bible

    and  shout in my sleep FUCK YOU NIGGAZ

    leave me alone,

    let me die strong, free to respond, die hard,

    Oh my God

     CAN YOU HEAR ME SHOUTING

    ABOVE THE WHITE NOISE,

    PAINED AND POWERLESS, NEVERTHELESS,

    FULL OF PRIDE, PASSION AND POISE,

    RIGHT AND WRONG LIKE ANY MAN,

    JUST REFUSING TO BE LIKE ANY MAN

    Crowds, I can't feel it,

    be it cyber or real,

    people thinkin' D'ee is aloof without proof,

    fuck an appeal,

    only God knows the real deal, the newsreels, the ordeals,

    the bruises on my soul that refuse to heal

    Real bonafide murderers don't get caught,

    next time y'all give a sister flack for not buying black,

    look at what you bought, don't wanna leave you distraught,

    but you don't know what you don't know,

    real darkness ain't stupid enough for light to show

    Creepin' up to my crib I slow to a stop,

    flip the block, check front to back,

    shyt, I might get gassed from too much prep not the lack,

    yeah, that's my little cat greeting me at the door,

    dig cats ain't stupid, if drama goin' down

    they don't hang around for more,

    dogs might be man's best friend,

    but on a cat's instincts you can always depend

    Before I lay down to a restless sleep,

    I drop to my knees, thank God for another reprieve,

    that's why I write like I bleed, not a damn thang up my sleeve,

    only thing that can embarras me,

    is lettin' another man be harrassin' me,

    like I'm his bytch,

     don't do it, I beg you Nigga,

    Oh shyt, don't flip the switch,

    just leave me alone to rise in God's eternal glory,

    or die in my misery,

    can't curse you brotha, if I've cursed me,

    you don't know my history, so leave me as a mystery,

    or be checkin' your periphery, for me won't be the penitentiary,

    before I let myself be resold into slavery,

    Mother Mary please bless me, let this nickel plate blast

    and my last breath arrest me,

    but that's not an option right now

    because too many people love me, because I'm me,

    just D'ee yo, just D'ee

    CAN YOU HEAR ME SHOUTING

    ABOVE THE WHITE NOISE,

    PAINED AND POWERLESS, NEVERTHELESS,

    FULL OF PRIDE, PASSION AND POISE,

    RIGHT AND WRONG LIKE ANY MAN,

    JUST REFUSING TO BE LIKE ANY MAN

    Oh my God

     

     

    • 9 December 2011
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