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Pharrell Williams.
“You Can Do It Too”
My nigga you can do it too (turn me up, turn me up)
You can do it too
My nigga you can do it too
You can do it too
You can do it too (Just tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I’ll imagine I’ll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I stick my head up my dick is
being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that’s made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
I was a marching band, I was a skateboader
Jesus made wine, I couldn’t make water
Ox-moronic, I’m here to destroy all you hate hoarders
You niggaz were cool in school now you niggaz take orders
I’m not dissin your job
But now you listen and nod
Some outer limit shit, I know this position is odd
Don’t Gasp for air
You can turn blue
Look, accel nigga
trust me you can do it
You can do it too young blood
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you do young blood
And watch whose in your crew young blood
It don’t matter if you do drugs,
And even if you threw slugs
You can do it too young blood
I did you can do it too
I know niggaz are like there’s no returning when I
bought that white five-fifth
So white that the coke heads just might try sniff
I ordered the phatom coupe, that’s smoke pipe grey
And the interior was like crack white beige
At least that’s what it looked like when it was on that page
I combed the whole brochure and it did not say, oh well
Life’s a bitch but not too extreme
Life’s got a fat ass, Trust me I’ma fuck full steam
I make the world cream and scream, while I’m gettin my cream
I’m coming to america call me Prince Akeem, yessir
It’s kinda weird, ’cause this I dream
Kinda prophetic ya get it ’cause this I seen
These type of visions, since I’s teen
I told my teacher what I saw, she said I missed byzine
Laughed with the class with the slightest clue
You be buying my shit, and I be rappin to you, but you can do it too
I know you heard the story about the dude with the attitude
Pharrell he don’t even know you but he mad at you
He got robbed and it seems he has a huge
He’s frustrated and that it all he has is you
So, things propel and things excel
The next the a bing comes out the barrell
And my man they accused him of sittin tight up in jail
Ironic he close my man luke can hear him yell
I ain’t do it but somebody dropped him flat
I felt the wind from it, that was God cocking back
I got a call from Virginia grandma went back
The line was fluctuated but it just now went flat
See her body went down and her soul went up
She sent angels around me so evil could not touch
I don’t lie no more and I’m haunted when I fuck
Wealthy niggaz with a conscience, yeah you know what’s up
The wires across, and it’s breeding a plague
The conscience is hungry, and it’s eating away
Trying to make sense of it, but it’s speedy in vain
Up all night with the books and you read till the day
But still high siddity ’cause you got a little paper
Push a cat in the corner, trust me it’s the nature
Never underestimate the-things you do
Read Job verse 2, inhale the “oo”, and go
Maybe its because of the motivation.
Or lack there of.
I lost most of my inspiration as the days continue to go by.
Welcome to fall, I almost forgot summer is gone.
But then again it feels like its been gone for a long time.
This past summer was close to great.
For the first time I felt something I didn’t know existed.
Something I had a hard time beliving in.
After all of the disappointments and let downs.
All of the times I was led on thinking that there was something more.
None of that seemed to matter anymore…
But things are never what they appear to be.
Have to expect the unexpected.
What hurts the most is how we got so close.
All I wanted was to be in her heart and stay there.
The other day she said she wanted to be back with me.
And I never wanted us to be apart. I kept trying and trying to reason with her.
The day she told me she found someone else, but we can still be friends, I was crushed.
Funny how things can change just like that… having her heart broken by someone else made her realize that I was the one that truly loved her this whole time…
I want to end her loneliness.
Sometimes, its not what you say but how you say it.
What does love mean, anymore?..
what is I love you, just three words…
that has so many meanings. so many interpretations.
I feel like pathetiction. Pathetic in the most perfect form of it.
I no longer feel like a great guy.
All I wanted was to be your hero.
To be your smile on a sad and tiring day.
And the fighting doesn’t seem to cease.
Acting like its all my fault.
That its okay to delete what I write and avoid or ignore what I say.
I’m a hopeless romantic just like the rest of you.
The only difference is I am unloveable.
Don’t talk me out of it and saying it isn’t true.
All the days I sit there and watch the world past me by.
I’m tired of being the first one to care and the last one to not care anymore.
It’s better to love than to be loved.
But I don’t need to be wanted. I want to be needed.
If you don’t need me anymore. Just say so.
This could be goodbye.
But it isn’t the end of me.
One day I will be loved just like you.
Only thing that hasn’t changed is me.
And if I’m not good enough…
WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!?!
Sometimes the two people that are meant to be. Are the last two to realize it. Don’t let me go. I dont want to lose you again. ♥
God’s hands have forever held a tight grip on my being.
Sort of like when my father held me for the first time. So firm, so warm. I don’t actually remember the touch but I can imagine it as such.
Momma would bandage my wounds. Wipe my ass, wipe my tears from my woos,
I come home from school verbally abused, looking for arms to fall in or a shoulder to cry on. But daddy say let bygones be bygones and move on. Momma say sticks and stones….well you know the rest.
I heard it so much, I know it best.
Aged with progress, negativities halted success. It seemed like for every 1 there were an extra 3 more steps; Backwards.
Smack in the face,
Like using a bad word, In front of grandma
I remember the great one, coconut cake on Easter. Yea she was the great one, in my eyes I was her favorite great grandson.
Memories of the good ‘ol days fuel my hard work to create some better ones
Manhood arises when I rise only to stare down at a little son of mine, so divine.
My imagination deceives me.
A Man?
Successful?
Mirrors reflect an image that isn’t how I perceive me.
No clouds, but a microscopic lens lingers above my head, ALL eyes are on me.
I slip, they fall.
I fall, they break.
I break, they shatter.
The raindrop effect is so extensive, its baffling.
My diversion from failure is mind over matter.
so when the windows open but they seem to high to climb through,
I don’t use a latter; I just get high enough, and then fly through.
Jill sang it best, she said the sky aint a ceiling at all, so let the levitation commence.
Its common sense, momma said reach for the moon you might miss but at least you be amongst the stars.
I look up from the dismal realm, at which I reside, looking at stars thinking just how far that is,
I look up and see my obstacles ahead, thinking just how hard that is…
Then I realize, a new chapter has begun.
I must write, I must share, I must care.
I must man up, and grow some chest hair.
*Picasso Speaks*:
so! FIRST! i want to thank you for taking your time to read this. i would love to know what you think. HONEST OPINIONS are very much appreciated. but anywho…this actually an old piece that i never finished and went back too. until now…because of recent events and a conversation i was very much inspired to say the least. but this one is very simple. this year i turned 20…so of course my thoughts, emotions and views towards alot have changed so i am mos def finding it interesting watching myself grow and accept these changes in my life…Ive noticed its a slow process..but hey theres a ssaying “slow motion is better than no motion”…it doesnt get any better than that. but before i begin to ramble which is what Im RREALLY trying to aviod… all my loyal readers know i NEVER EVER post poems that are DIRECTLY related to me..but hey….this is an exception… *release thereapy*.. but again. thanks for coming by!
peace.
ok ok ok who remembers the post with the ILLLLL track “The Paper?!!?!
I KNOOOO alot of you do bc i saw that stats from when I posted it, yall were GEEKING over it, just as I was.
welll guess what.
the same artist has blessed us with a GIFT on HIS BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!
he turns 24 today so what a better way to celebrate than too drop an ILL a** tape.. and give it a title such as…24.well duh. how dope is that! Ive known homie for awhile I stay showing love here at the society he shows me love via twitter, radio etc. BUT! i wanna give a BIG THANK YOU for the shotout ON THE MIXTAPE!
yup.
PremierePoet Society go its 1st mixtape shotout! (im geeking) soooo
big ups to the homie DK! big ups to homie Tobi ‘TASK and JRG
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Dido.
“Dont Believe in Love”
I wanna go to bed
With arms around me
But wake up on my own
Pretend
That I’m still sleeping
Til’ you go home
Oh
I can’t look at you
This morning
I should probably have a sign
That says
‘Leave right now or quicker’
You’ve overstayed your time
If I don’t believe in love
Nothing will last for me
If I don’t believe in love
Nothing is safe for me
When I don’t believe in love
You’re too close to me
And that’s why
You have to leave
Maybe I slept peaceful
On your shoulder
Your arm warm around my side
But it’s different now
It’s morning
And I can’t face your smile
The second that I feel
Your safe hands
Reaching out for mine
I slip away and out of sight
You’ve ovestayed your time
If I don’t believe in love
Nothing is good for me
If I don’t believe in love
Nothing will last for me
When I don’t believe in love
Nothing is new for me
Nothing is wrong for me
And nothing is real for me
When I don’t believe in love
Why do you care for me?
When I don’t believe in love
Nothing is real for me
If I don’t believe in love
You’re getting too close to me
And that’s why you have to leave
And that’s why you have to leave
If I don’t believe in love
If I don’t believe in love
If I don’t believe in love
Nothing is left for me
If I don’t believe in love
You’re too good for me
