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Saturday, May 28, 2011
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Friday, May 27, 2011
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#ripgilscotheron Lyrics to "The Revolution will not be televised"
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#poetry "Dreams of a hood king" by #nighttheauthor
My dreams depend on cream
Cash rules..cash money
I got to get that cream
My dreams depend
On that corner..
Up the block
My dreams take root
When you buy these rocks.
Don't hate me because
I have a dream...
Like the King..I too dream
Why do you hate me?
My enviornment made me. I tried the 9 to 5..
But that section that
Asked me was I a felon..
Made me stare..
Should I say yes..
And explain why?
Or should I leave this office..
And not explain why..
You hate me..yes hate me..
I just have dreams being a king
In my hood..I'm king.
On this block...I'm king. Don't hate on my dreams..
In this kingdom..
You bow down to me..
I rule this land of..
Asphalt fields..
And broken goals.
You're the pauper in my eyes..
And my dreams..
Will always belong to me
The Hood King.
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Cash rules..cash money
I got to get that cream
My dreams depend
On that corner..
Up the block
My dreams take root
When you buy these rocks.
Don't hate me because
I have a dream...
Like the King..I too dream
Why do you hate me?
My enviornment made me. I tried the 9 to 5..
But that section that
Asked me was I a felon..
Made me stare..
Should I say yes..
And explain why?
Or should I leave this office..
And not explain why..
You hate me..yes hate me..
I just have dreams being a king
In my hood..I'm king.
On this block...I'm king. Don't hate on my dreams..
In this kingdom..
You bow down to me..
I rule this land of..
Asphalt fields..
And broken goals.
You're the pauper in my eyes..
And my dreams..
Will always belong to me
The Hood King.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
#poetry #SoBased by Night The Author #inspiration-> @LILBTHEBASEDGOD
False prophets.
20 grams.
Kilo--in the hand.
Told her I would
Fuck her if I could.
So Based..so based..
In the studio..
Tracks playing
I'm saying..
Train her like a groupie.
Keep me fixed
With the Base homie. Looked up
Seen my uncle
Rip..I see.
My G in Heaven..
I'm so based..so based.
Keep it lyrical
I'm #winning my dude.
East coast, but my
West is left.
Keep my flow
Based with based. So based
Dreaming
So based
Dreaming
Fiending
Writing
Always
So based..
So based.
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20 grams.
Kilo--in the hand.
Told her I would
Fuck her if I could.
So Based..so based..
In the studio..
Tracks playing
I'm saying..
Train her like a groupie.
Keep me fixed
With the Base homie. Looked up
Seen my uncle
Rip..I see.
My G in Heaven..
I'm so based..so based.
Keep it lyrical
I'm #winning my dude.
East coast, but my
West is left.
Keep my flow
Based with based. So based
Dreaming
So based
Dreaming
Fiending
Writing
Always
So based..
So based.
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#poetry" Punch drunk love" by Night The Author #domesticabuse #4batteredwomen
New night..same day
No difference in the..
Way he loves me.
My face brusied..
The blood on my lip..
Is still fresh.
I have punch drunk love
For him. I know he cares..
Otherwise why does
He beat me?
Sometimes I ask for it..
I know I'm the problem
My girl says "dump him"
I can't..its punch drunk love. I mean..how many
Good men are out here?
I got my man..I don't mind..
The scars
The bruises
The sunglasses everyday.
I love him..he's mine. Keep your charity
This is love..not abuse.
I don't need counseling
I'm good girlfriend.
Its only when he's drunk
Or when..he's hungry
Sometimes if he's tired
Always when he's angry
This is just..punch drunk love. Mama said he might..
Kill me one day.
Never that..he loves me.
I have to please..
my man..
Get your own!
I deserved that..I know.
My eye is still sore..
My lip is almost healed
I guess its..
Punch drunk love.
Until he kills me.
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No difference in the..
Way he loves me.
My face brusied..
The blood on my lip..
Is still fresh.
I have punch drunk love
For him. I know he cares..
Otherwise why does
He beat me?
Sometimes I ask for it..
I know I'm the problem
My girl says "dump him"
I can't..its punch drunk love. I mean..how many
Good men are out here?
I got my man..I don't mind..
The scars
The bruises
The sunglasses everyday.
I love him..he's mine. Keep your charity
This is love..not abuse.
I don't need counseling
I'm good girlfriend.
Its only when he's drunk
Or when..he's hungry
Sometimes if he's tired
Always when he's angry
This is just..punch drunk love. Mama said he might..
Kill me one day.
Never that..he loves me.
I have to please..
my man..
Get your own!
I deserved that..I know.
My eye is still sore..
My lip is almost healed
I guess its..
Punch drunk love.
Until he kills me.
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Monday, May 16, 2011
Jo Colman by Night the Author #poetry/ my response to "Psychology Today says Black women least attractive"
Today you're bringing us
Who's psychology?
Today you put down the mothers
Of this great Earth..
Jo Colman..you should feel
Ashamed..with your psychology
Today you make us feel hatred.
A British born racist of hatred
Trying to psych me out today.
You could never know the mind
Of women so strong.
Weak and feeble..I understand.
Your hatred of the courage..
You could never have.
Jo could never see
Through the mind
Of a Black woman
A strength that for centuries Lasted strong.
Your psychology is making
Me feel racism is alive..
Today.
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Who's psychology?
Today you put down the mothers
Of this great Earth..
Jo Colman..you should feel
Ashamed..with your psychology
Today you make us feel hatred.
A British born racist of hatred
Trying to psych me out today.
You could never know the mind
Of women so strong.
Weak and feeble..I understand.
Your hatred of the courage..
You could never have.
Jo could never see
Through the mind
Of a Black woman
A strength that for centuries Lasted strong.
Your psychology is making
Me feel racism is alive..
Today.
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#loudsilence aka #ripmbone by Night the Author #poetry
Does is take racks on racks..
To have your brother's back?
Why can't we have..
a self-destruction in 2011?
Egos too big..
The clear port is full
My liquor brand is blowing up.. Hip-hop..your silence has bass..
Brothers killing each other
That face buys your lyrics..
They wear your "red"..
No responsiblity..I get it.
Sell us your poison..
We'll buy it..liquor..clothing. You can never sell us knowledge?
You can never sell empowerment?
Sell us Garvey..
Sell us King..
Sell us Malcolm.. That #loudsilence becomes..
Deafening to the ears of the youth
Ask who killed M-Bone?
Ask who killed Pac?
Ask who killed Big?
Ask who killed Big L? Look in the mirror..
Hip-hop if you can
Keep your songs and ringtones..
Please just understand
Some of us hear your..
#loudsilience.
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To have your brother's back?
Why can't we have..
a self-destruction in 2011?
Egos too big..
The clear port is full
My liquor brand is blowing up.. Hip-hop..your silence has bass..
Brothers killing each other
That face buys your lyrics..
They wear your "red"..
No responsiblity..I get it.
Sell us your poison..
We'll buy it..liquor..clothing. You can never sell us knowledge?
You can never sell empowerment?
Sell us Garvey..
Sell us King..
Sell us Malcolm.. That #loudsilence becomes..
Deafening to the ears of the youth
Ask who killed M-Bone?
Ask who killed Pac?
Ask who killed Big?
Ask who killed Big L? Look in the mirror..
Hip-hop if you can
Keep your songs and ringtones..
Please just understand
Some of us hear your..
#loudsilience.
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Saturday, May 14, 2011
A King enjoys the Miami Heat by Night the Author inspired by @KingJames
Who could be so bold
To break his master's chains?
A free man born to be King
With his mind running away
Full of dreams.
A King's throne has been
Filled in the Miami Heat. The plantation in Cleveland Got mad when they lost
Their best buck!
Massa moved to the media..
Said "keep that boy here"
King kept it moving. He made his own railroad..
And underground found His own Authur's court.
The round table is all powerful
Winning in the land of zombies
This King made his own decision. Not trying to Be Like a house nigga..
King kept his crown and took back
The whip..and dunked it.
This King is different..
His round table even has @S_C_ One King kept a city afloat
Look around there..
No one cares about Cleveland.
A pauper's palace
A city weeps. The sun shines bright
On that one who used..
His intellect to chose
Where he will reign supreme.
Watch the throne..that will
Always shine bright in
The Miami Heat. twitter.com/night_theauthor
To break his master's chains?
A free man born to be King
With his mind running away
Full of dreams.
A King's throne has been
Filled in the Miami Heat. The plantation in Cleveland Got mad when they lost
Their best buck!
Massa moved to the media..
Said "keep that boy here"
King kept it moving. He made his own railroad..
And underground found His own Authur's court.
The round table is all powerful
Winning in the land of zombies
This King made his own decision. Not trying to Be Like a house nigga..
King kept his crown and took back
The whip..and dunked it.
This King is different..
His round table even has @S_C_ One King kept a city afloat
Look around there..
No one cares about Cleveland.
A pauper's palace
A city weeps. The sun shines bright
On that one who used..
His intellect to chose
Where he will reign supreme.
Watch the throne..that will
Always shine bright in
The Miami Heat. twitter.com/night_theauthor
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Obama shot ya! Aka potus is a g by Night the Author
The towers went down..
The souls screamed of murder.
Tears flowed of blood stained rubble.
A mayor wants his shine. One family escapes their kin's
Crimes against humanity.
Bush 2 let that oil money
Cloud his judgement. Stepping through the fog..
A son from the motherland.
With no connections to the
Man they called Osama. His crew of drones led the way.
A rat got smoked out the caves.
Living large in tony montana's
Shadow.
A night that was his last. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
The souls screamed of murder.
Tears flowed of blood stained rubble.
A mayor wants his shine. One family escapes their kin's
Crimes against humanity.
Bush 2 let that oil money
Cloud his judgement. Stepping through the fog..
A son from the motherland.
With no connections to the
Man they called Osama. His crew of drones led the way.
A rat got smoked out the caves.
Living large in tony montana's
Shadow.
A night that was his last. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
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