This song is beautiful.
Nothing personal
Posted in Poetry with tags cocaine, control, drug, freedom, Hip Hop, Oakland, poem, Poems, Poetry, politics, Rap, screening, testing on 01/29/2010 by ionnesCoked out,
bleed clean,
hit the bottle, test clean.
Down by the docks I mean.
They sent me under the overpass.
Second shack on your left.
Just watch your ass in the parking lot.
Romantic Interlude #9
Posted in Poetry with tags bbq, blue eyes, celeb, east coast, hell, high heels, Hip Hop, hollywood, Love, music, Oakland, poem, Poems, Poetry, politics, Rap, romance, USA, west coast, women on 01/27/2010 by ionnesTame the wild beast
Unleashed from the east
Coast boasting numbers
Fateful eternal slumbers
Grateful pacific shore
Hollywood glamor whore
A plate full of poison
They let their boys in
Hoisin BBQ smell
As we all dine in hell
They sell out our lives
Soon will be raping our wives
Formed hives take some time
Mending slowly is no crime
So sublime is this bliss
All forgotten with a kiss
Choir Music
Posted in Poetry with tags bush, cheney, control, culture, Death, dick, freedom, Hip Hop, homeless, judgement, Love, music, Oakland, obama, philosophy, poem, Poems, Poetry, police, politics, racism, Rap, romance, slavery, stalin, USA on 01/24/2010 by ionnesBlack on Black
Brown on Brown
White on White
We all fall down
expressions in said sessions
overstated impressions
about our people’s regressions
into secessionist chimes
Polluting our history and changing the times
Writing in names to cover up crimes
Somebody gotta start now droppin’ them dimes
Miming Joe Stalin shows how far we’ve fallen
Stomachs are full now a-nature’s calling
Overhauling is needed to dump this noxious waste
Before the rot gets so foul life loses it’s taste
Artery Bleeding
Posted in Poetry with tags culture, freedom, Hip Hop, katrina, mississippi, murder, Poems, Poetry, politics, racism, Rap, slavery, south, USA on 01/22/2010 by ionnesUnite around the flame that’s drowned
When Katrina flew New Orleans bound
Long legged beautiful Mississippi mouth
Imported goods came up from the south
On riverboats people could steam
Just Native’s names left like a dream
Lyrical mud plays a silt jazz plan
What happened to rebuilding it man?
Diagnosis Murder
Posted in Poetry with tags care, crime, culture, Death, freedom, health, healthcare, highland, highland hospital, Hip Hop, law enforcement, medical, murder, music, Oakland, philosophy, poem, Poetry, politics, Rap on 01/21/2010 by ionnesVapid nurse’s curses flying up and down the hall
Standing room folk, choked pressed against a wall
Blood pressure check, wrecked physical appearance
Vomit stained, crazy train, waiting for doctor’s clearance
First hour towered, flowered in excruciating pain
Babies crying, people dieing weighted on a cane
On the clock ring, ding there goes another name
Ask a shady lady from which desk it came
Bitch attitude, rude comments leave her mouth
Another pale female calls me from the south
Some poor block the door, finally make it inside
With the hope, like a dope, health care they provide
Interview sick quick I thought relief was mine
But instead just dread waiting in a longer line
Dehydrated, exacerbated finally a single I.V. prick
Decapitated, dilapidated hope to anyone that’s sick
Police chat, fat and lazy next to a man they shot
Pulled gun and run when they stopped him for some pot
Doctors nice, came in twice, a hard working type of guy
There is no bread, patients dead I just have to wonder why
Most rich people think this shit is a just a joke
I ain’t fucking laughing cause it’s life when you’re broke
Athens Shuffle
Posted in Poetry with tags christ, control, crime, culture, freedom, Hip Hop, homeless, judgement, law enforcement, muay thai, philosophy, Poems, Poetry, police, posiedon, Rap, vagrant, wine on 02/05/2009 by ionnes
Retired to the back
Motion still as a plaque
Patches mend together
Brain aware of weather
Lines around his eyes
His constant disguise
Speckled cheeks run brown
Just not a proper noun
Against all but belief
He sought shelter relief
Blood of a Christ
Still a poltergeist
In banished minds
Superstitious kinds
Loving himself first
Unquenched thirst
By club and fist
You get the gist
Free to move around
All the trash He’s found
Combing down the beach
Next meal at the reach
Any Popov holiday
Top off everyday
For the nights cold
Tents are not sold
Muddy cheeks get wet
On the steps he set
Trying to figure god
Illegal hardware mod
Breaking images divine
But only a sip of wine
Out of the shelter
Lady he felt her
Got snap kicked dick
Muay Thai is sick
Police cuffed vagrant
Fragrance is flagrant
prayed Poseidon of the sea
Truth doesn’t set him free
Holy Speared it
Posted in Poetry with tags basketball, culture, Hip Hop, philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Rap, USA on 02/02/2009 by ionnes
Spiritus Sanctum
off the bankboard I banked ‘em
Wave to the crowd
Thanked ‘em
Proudly auditory
Not for the glory I sank ‘em
Free throws bro gimme points
Don’t need ‘em
Cut with greed and proceed
to make the net bleed
Left hand lead reverse
Could it get any worse
Heard you curse when I poked
Which provoked alley oops
Bombing troops from outside
Way out wide
Corner three on the way I provide
Cutting so set your feet and don’t slide
Blocking foul then on the floor you glide
Fauxlice
Posted in Poetry with tags control, culture, freedom, Hip Hop, iraq, law enforcement, Poems, Poetry, police, politics, racism, Rap, terrorism, USA, war on 02/02/2009 by ionnes
Rapid fire liars telling us the economies dire
While wall street homeboys have cash to wire
Fall further into debt to wage wars of terror
Crept into hills yellow and dusty an error
Not aware of a spare
attack plan gas spurned
Dare to take whats not earned
inside ideals so blind
Way behind racial lines
it’s embedded in our minds
FUCK finding retreaded ways of peace
behead the military POLICE
Orientation [For my A-Unit]
Posted in Poetry on 01/29/2009 by ionnes
Famine looking feminine idol dolls
Make any person need to take some midols
Headaches pound through hallowed halls
To sell some clothes you buy at malls
To self esteem being crushed like the American dream
Fabric of image busted up right out at the seam
Not tryin’ to hate on a man’s CREAM scheme
Not lyin’ to the beautiful until their view is full
Of dull things fools need to look cool
Woolen sheep pulled along at a creep
Steep cost comes in at all your money honey
So you can imitate a playboy bunny
But if sunny days exist without light
Soon we’ll begin to know our left from right
Raider Salvation
Posted in Poetry with tags blues, football, Hip Hop, NFL, Oakland, philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Raiders, Rap, superbowl, USA, war on 01/28/2009 by ionnesBroncos sterile trying to be virile
Raider Nation salvation in peril
Scare no one with five wins
Pigskins don’t fake Janikowski
House keys in a bowl hire
Cable desires disconnected douse
Mickey mouse picked like a louse
Sick of it, but there will always be hope
At least we ain’t smokin’ the Lion’s dope
Dirty logos can be cleaned with soap
True Raider fans wont need to cope
Traitorous plans will impede the advance
We’ve got to give this guy a chance
You heard what?
Posted in Poetry with tags 50, 50 cent, cent, culture, freedom, Hip Hop, music, Poems, Poetry, Rap, USA, vermouth on 01/27/2009 by ionnes
Microphone tail coils down, constrictor boa
Cyclone spun tight right, nice to know ya
Sound abducted travels far, receiver
My words unraveled now make a believer
Have faith to have taste, Mixing board
Savage disciples choose to record
Disc jockey bumps hockey, hard hitting
Not cocky, just look good where I’m sitting
Stocky villain, in who’s face I’m spitting
Sorry, I’m quitting
That was uncouth as rum mixed vermouth
Juice pineapple so the cane can grapple
Loose lymrics, just parlor tricks
Playing games like pick up sticks
Dropping names for chicks
Fans who demand less content
For all the weak music they sent
American continent should repent
Fifty Cent bent, I guess pays the rent
Murderous monster preamble sampled
Posted in Poetry with tags control, crime, culture, election, elephants, elephantus, freedom, Hip Hop, latin, law enforcement, lotro, madden, murder, Poems, Poetry, police, polictics, politics, romance, USA, violence, war, youtube on 01/22/2009 by ionnes
Elephantus trampled
herder words obscure
Tusks as horns
adorned ivory so pure
Mourned dieing
left through cities swept
Wept youths truth
who’s lies unsure
Ill begotten sickness
that has no cure
The quickness passes namesake
Baking till we get cake
Fakin’ Jake snakes to escape
Six to twelve months
probation red tape
Eating grapes
man is a monkey
We still apes sellin’ rape
right funky
Turnin’ a kid into a junky
All on vid youtube
chunky no lube
Boob tube history
unless live
John Madden jive while
we strive
Sports style perfection
internet connection
Streamin’ broadcast controls your election
Tearin’ up trolls
Gladden Fields
Double axe wields
Trouble attack shields
Tense moments cease
Now is comin’ the police
¿Can’t those fucks give me a moment of peace?
My strong love – cha cha cha
Posted in Poetry with tags beer, blue eyes, control, heaven, Hip Hop, Love, Pheromones, Poems, Poetry, Rap, romance, touch, USA on 01/21/2009 by ionnesShouldn’t have done it raw
Huge Bill Bixby
Couldn’t picture a draw
Still with me
Smashin’ into their hearts
Not through breast
Feelin’ sweet like a tart
Untouched chest
Blessing and confessing
Stressing for undressing
Couldn’t get you off my mind
Love I’ve been repressing
Kill Bill will
Make sharp points for my song
Ill skill trill
Who knew you’d last this long
Providin’ and Dividin’
Posted in Poetry with tags basketball, culture, Hip Hop, philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Rap, shoes, USA on 01/21/2009 by ionnes
now
the game widens
Cut left
boom cross,
right break
zoom defender’s lost
Pretender cost his team a layup
so pay up
We way up
on the rim
Dim say double up
court retort is your play
Can’t import
behind dribble passing trailing Two
What the hell you
gonna do?
I do well as
you sell your jump pop
Hittin’ your men
fell low Five
your ball drop
Four live bump stop pick
Damn that’s slick
Foot behind the line
That counts hat trick
Three from the post
To the One
Sounding like a gun
Fast break on the run
It’s under
your basket ill and still
Come back son
when you got some skill
Old Jazz Hand
Posted in Poetry with tags culture, Hip Hop, jazz, Love, music, Poems, Poetry, Rap on 01/21/2009 by ionnes
Beats is defeats this unglamorous morass
To move your feets is unique to complete this
Never obsolete, clever use concrete
Who’s always pointed measures
Blues flowing all togethers
True a weathered feather floating
Not tethering gloating of repeated riffs
Whiff, spill a slip up
FRUSTRATION
Still it’s OK pup
Improvisation fills our cup
Gaza Strippers
Posted in Poetry with tags confusion, control, crime, culture, Egypt, f 16, gaza, Hip Hop, history, Islam, israel, Method Man, Ottoman, Palestine, Palestinian, Philistine, plo, Poems, Poetry, politics, racism, Rap, rockets, strip, strippers, Tang, war, Wu, Wu Tang on 01/20/2009 by ionnesPhilistines to Ottomans
territory blast
Egypt and Israel just part
of the past
Palestinian authority where
no peace last
Hamas boss at a
cost PLO style
Meth said
break bread with rockets
Plugged in sockets of
occupation
Frisked at every station
Living abominations
frustrated
Dominated waiting to
Be emancipated but not
from existence
Resistance low so send
ef sixteens
To kill preteens at class
in school
Gunning running men with their tool
Genocide depends
on what fool side
Israel’s hope isn’t peace to provide
Israel can’t bring back those who died
Number’s Crunch
Posted in Poetry with tags culture, freedom, Hip Hop, iraq, philosophy, Poems, Poetry, politics, Rap, USA, war on 01/20/2009 by ionnesAccountant fountain pens write clarity with money
Making figures so big the zeros look funny
Faking profitable years pigeon holed bugs bunny
Fears broken yolks now the eggs are runny
Gunny Sargent dies on patrol added to the death toll
Oil fires burn hot spewing fumes blacker than coal
Invasion Iraq about black gold fueling the whole
Economy’s modern disease on wheels broken roll
Haliburton spurting lies to disguise murky Blackwater
Thinking rebuilding means a license to slaughter
One man’s bloody shirt is another’s son or daughter
Soon they ran towards Iran when shit got hotter
Play me
Slay thee
May see
Hey we are in
control

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