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cOMICS feb'03

Liberty and Corruption

  


i started out not being able to write rhyming poetry in the style of old world european writing. I continued into small attempts at rhyming puns... still bad. Rhyming lyrics? ha! i could do one liners, but couldn't focus for anything longer, or come up with words. I'd think of a rhyming word and then have to make it fit. And then in the past few days...

5.20.03
i'm almost done, here i come sleepinessfun. i'm hitting the bed, retreat, code red'n locking down all exits. i'm all for the long haul, eleven straight hours y'all. searching for jobs at the mall got me feelin' small, but they'll call me up in an hour, like, yo hired, i'm tired, cover my shift, small. And i'm like... name yo game i'll play it to fame. i gotta million dolla imagination, philosophies mix and combine, i'll chase that new captialism-ization out da dough, philosophy, fall back, re-track, refine. I'm like 50 cent 'cept i'm five dimes, double over time, sixty hours a week and with that i'm fine 'cuz it pulls in the paycheck so i won't, for debt, do time.
5.21.03
it's late and i don't know why i haven't gone to sleep yet. i haven't felt the need yet. i checked the emails, all my friends bees set for mahem this summer. on top of the game, my ride's a hummer, check that, it's a saturn, if you see me in a hummer i be wearing the black and white pattern- crook! flying down the streets like oh there's a cop! mistook the street, the cop's beat, ma seat's hot, got heavy feet, gotta run or be peat moss, say sargeant, you been eating doughnuts? you're eyes are a little glossed over... hummer, range rover, 'sall the same. yet here i sit, my ride is tame. i talk a big talk yet still livin' lame. gotta get the glory glory grab it-fame. I'ma work 'till it's happenin' till this white boy is rappin' hey crazier things be happenin' let me get some ice cream, oh hi, back again... see i started out not happenin' but the rhymes won't leave my mind. i set'm down on paper, fret'n'm word for word digging foh platinum yet the light's not bright it's frightening to read the lyrics the first steps the weight reps. siskel and epstien, forget thumbs up, threw at me their lunch, orange rinds, or was it ebert? Still i fight, see I write free verse.
5.23.03 wee hours
Groovi15 (10:53:52 PM): he's purchased some cotton, he's picking his nose, he knows that all those who are seeding and bleeding and feeding the skies must all die with the end of the day
Groovi15 (10:58:46 PM): p-dilly has been kidnapped!
Groovi15 (10:58:57 PM): taken by tarantuals
Groovi15 (10:59:06 PM): tarantulas
bdillysteepler (10:59:09 PM): that stories fly... there's so many times we're on the edge of world extinction isslike we're always fighting, stories trite, but i'm thinking the end always brings it all together, better weather, rain'n change to sun'n better, and the hero's always show up and make it look easy, enemies sleazy drop'm hard, leave'm queasy. i'm gonna go and write a letter make it easy. whycan'twe fight the ends before it bees near.
bdillysteepler (10:59:18 PM): i was paving gold sista :-)
5.22.03
the bronx is so far away i just can't see it. I'd be there tomorrow, today, till i can fly i just can't see it. i need a haircut, a job, a paycheck, neet to be respected better than chedder bob. i'm fearing cuz i'm hearing that i can't do it, i'm white, but i'll stick up and fight, be throwing up layups all ngiht while you turn and watch me drive right by. hey half the time i'm not this fly. i'm shooting, fans're hotting, n'shots're dropping i ain't stopping but it's all a little tougher than a game of hoops. sometimes i look around and wonder why we all be snoops. ther's enough life liberty and all kinds of pursuits to suit one man, why we frontin' like we on top'a the land? I gotta try and grab the money and some education, can't even go with my family on the long vacations but that's not the trip friend lemme take one step back. we be hating our brothas and that's a major fact. expectations got us penetrating the near future, yet we hesitating, our hopes and dreams we deter. We plan and think for the people around us yet the truth is clear, weshouldbeclimbing higher mountains, forget the other people they just be the one's around us, focus on the inner, there if ever appears the winner.

(an away message, track inspired)
been lifting weights, setting all the dates, the lowdowns, the showdowns, where you front and I race. the ticket rates'll go up, the jumpin' crowds'll show up, and when i'm done you won't know up from down, you clown, that smile on your face won't stick around, but don't pout and cry, don't say good bye, it's only friendly competition (or that's what your momma told you).

very now and then you try again, consult wise men, intui-chieve your zen, think too much and turn on e.s.p.n. to zone out, time out doubt, but time and time again relive the drought that brought you here.

hit the bottom hard and you won't bounce up. splat you'll go...
no second chances, no broken- ohwait, "still together" romances. only the real, one step back, the feel of a situation can inspire a new deal with life, close the seal of strife, keep a hip hoppa happenin' playa under the sky bright.

talent's for those who gotta prove, all the stats they tryin' to accrue, but it's like chess with my opening move, breaking'm down, their strategy I already blew into pieces, their confidence departs, decreases, they leave the game'n go home but it's so bad, their family sold the leases, i beat'm so many ways, it's like reeses pieces. see with confidence you won't misrepresent, on defense it's like you've got a sixth sense, might make a mistake but it's a minor expense, you're back on your game like white on a picket fence, ask the losers at a press conference what it's like to have two cents...

6.7.03
got'ta got'ta get it goin' let'm know i'm showing up make'm know they'll throw'm up, they hands in the air, howling like a wolf pup. step upto the line and it's like nobody's showing up, gun goes off and it's time to pull... into first place, brace yourself, feel the pace take you, play you, bro this ain't a sack race. you gon' tell me with a straight face you're training hard? brotha i can tell you been sitting in your front yard waiting for your green card. better stop and stand guard uhf da finish, 'cause here's the coup de grace...

3.1.04
holla at me, break the monotony
sitting here typing, wiping the slate clean
then filling it back up, spitting words out like a prodigy...