Wednesday, September 15, 2010
...Words Spoken by Wale......
This is aint all great but a mere portion of a semi-important life
Far from a complaint, but a mere look at the present showin you the changes that I made
The proverbial lemonade that I made
I made my mistakes, you see life's lemons often times come in a abundance,
in conjunction with the pressure that we're under
underrated some would say, hated, and some say it's the things I say or how I say em.
And I admit, in this race I tend to struggle to relate in words
It's like I'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard
I guess I gotta wait, deprived by the station's eye
Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves
Thank God for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind,
in this state of mind that I'm in, for you keep me in the race with the baton that yall give
and they hype beat, street wear, Versace and Vutton that I'm in
and really don't matter unless yall comin with
no days off, may we rip the face of the whole game off,
I'm gon say it to yall, I'm gonna put my faith in yall when I don't understand me
They say im runnin hip-hop but I'd rather unify with yall then stampede
And lastly for everybody who doubted I can't live without you, please
Continue to inspire the fire that is my re-dedication to greatness yall
Paint a picture to A.D. to freestyles to famous songs we out 'chere
Unforgettable gestures, unmeasurable effort, to pleasure the masses with impeccable work ethic
Let's get it, I go hard, no days off
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
.........Minute Interlude Please...
....Powerless....
Succumbed to the power of the eyes
. . .a slideshow depicted with glances
It's the most easiest to capture. . . whether its the frame or the passion
An attraction of this magnitude can only be matched
with the same gaze of acknowledgement. . .
I'm silenced . . but the hollowness in my chest makes sounds when I'm walkin
in a way I'm kind of out of it . . .
Succumbed to the motion of this . . .
To the risen thought . . .
from the forgotten . . . sort of blocked from an opportunity,
Approaching with a sense of invincibility
No lesser than the Man with the "S" on his chest
. . so that means the cryptonite is the Eyes. . . .
Still. .
.I'm Feelin it.
...lets see.
Always powerless to this obsession.... an even greater aggression but this tension's got my chest feelin sore..
It's an old story .. the same plot but this shit has got to stop or it'll eat me alive..
I'm wrestlin with ... with ?
I stay wonderin .. as always i'm mumblin but the words never come out.
I'm always called paranoid
but lately its been clearer as this paragraph appears in front of me just like a mirror
it seems that feelin dissappeared the same time that she appeared
the same bullshit feelin ate my stomach lining...
Paranoid?.. intuition..?
how do you claim the independent?
how do you write a sentence with no ink?
a long distance width could match but wil never ever happen.
A long chain is the same as a short rope..
you can hang with the same pain ..its all on the same throat
To the Miss that i claimed ..
now its Murder that she wrote.. its always been smoke now its Mist
Waaay too much thought on someone who's really that far out..
there's a chain link on my stomach .. but my tongue is on fire..
..Officially done .. signed and sealed by Khida'
So long 'Rose' .. It was nice to finally meet ya
Too bad I'll no longer need ya.
Nizzy'....