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Black Colleges making a surge New brand of scholar has emerged…
I write rhymes for the good of all kinds, Freestyle's my only charity besides the March of Dimes…
Born on the southside of Chicago, Raised on the northside of Indianapolis…
Sometimes these rhymes cut like scissors, Across paper and wrists, cold blooded like lizards, And hex like a curse, Foes think I'm a jerk…
WTF Ralph and Chuck? Woke up to a throw up! Web MD diagnosis not drunk, 3am what's the answer? Best case food poising, worst case cancer…
The OGs told me to knock em down and Do em all, young just get your numbers up and screw em all…
I wrote a letter with an tremendous amount of emotion Going back constituting the top of I's with little tiny hearts…
Eyes lift Controlling the heart's release of breath…
I want a love of that seen on TV shows and romantic comedies…
Each time her eyes catch with mine there is a unique connection…
After plenty of searching With vision blurred of proper focus…
escape in the land beyond fear to seek what lies beneath…
Flint pastor broke into Trump's speech It was deemed to be overreach…
The world can be cruel ,simply unfair to those who are fooled, obligations once put upon a stool, kicked from under now hangs remnants over…
Every man must take to the sky so he can soar high above his…
Flint pastor broke into Trump's speech Words were deemed to be overreach…
This is a country Blacks gotta take Even if by force let's shake like an earthquake…
In solitude of slumber I find…mind wandering down distant paths…and endless questioning…like…what if when you dream you’re actually awake…
Worrying seems to be in our DNA Its like a trait that never goes away…
North Carolina is the new South Africa You would think it wasn't America…
We are but two ships Passing each other by the window pane on separate decks…
We were but strikes of lightening sealed in a glass jar Flumbling about…
Carolina found itself in a stew In a big bind over HB2…
Little did she know, she planted the seed of possibility…
J-a-s-o-n-m-double-o-r-e, You can call me Adverb or just Muad'dib…
This last crisis of confidence, Hit me like a ton of bricks…
NYPD must surely be crazed Eric Garner's killer got a raise…
In all public bathrooms there should be a law That requires one to leave at least one empty stall…
What's good PoertyVibe? Yep, I'm still alive…
Checked into the hotel, read thru the amenities, Turned on the TV WTF, no BET!…
I remember me....the me that could poetically express every emotion in such a way that it was an embrace...to my inner soul...the side that…
We write our rhymes at night ×3 (Without a beat now doubt!)…
You know the hardest thing about being strong…
Li'l Wayne says racism no longer stands Please recall he's a tool of the man…
what is a cry for help if it is not to get the attention…
is it me or is the world going crazy is it me or is everybody trying to kill their babies…
depression can't fold me situations can't hold me…
I live within Shades of Gray Smoke colored mirrors…
juelousy is a natural thing coveting is a different thing…
This muscle which I speak Often spoke but never emphasized…
there are different sides to every story some in side, some outside…
one time I wore a family reunion T-Shirt didn't know not one of those people…
outback by the railroad tracks under a pile of stone…
Don't like Star Trek, but love Uhura She never left us in a furor…
I began to write so desperately that I need to express it. I longed for the moment, the day, the hour, the damn second! I was sure I would…
You woke up this morning, On the edge of a nightmare, at the brink of today's fears…
These rhymes ain't a fad, we been had mad gab, Blowing up spots like they invaded Baghdad (Bush 1& 2)…
hundreds of angels toppled onto a passing pink cloud in fearful astonishment…
In the United States we supposedly have freedom with the government as dictators telling the citizens what to do with the laws…
The word at the top says it all From the start my heart got beat…
Each and every one of us have a stairway to heaven Yes, we can't see the stairs on Earth, but we will see the stairs on our walkway to heaven…
Each and every one of us have a stairway to heaven Yes, we can't see the stairs on Earth, but we will see the stairs on our walkway to heaven…
Jesus you raised me up from a boy to man from dirt You watched my progress overflow…
A woman of God don't keep an angry mind because acting mad gives you notice An woman of God don't sleep around when you know God is your…
I don't want to drink again No, not from those lips…
And like that I was strung out on every word she spoke…
In the book of her There is a chapter often skipped…
I've fallen into the abyss; fingers toes nothing to grasp. I've fallen into the insanity of your heart…
Perhaps she never loved me for me, Perhaps she loved the song that I sung that reminded her of another; long sense gone…
I had an inability to understand the effect she had on me, A drug that revealed every high without the lows that accompanied…
And when she cut the radio on Everything became so clear…
Late in the nighttime’s heat at the street's corner a woman stands, Watching for a fast signal of an even stranger man's hands…
The story of brother Quaku is a cautionary tale, Of what not to do, and how to fail, An internship in corporate America, As an African…
