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The Day Hip Hop Lied (live)

Mr Gee poet on July 13, 2012 00:15

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    The Day Hip Hop Lied,
    .
    .
    You lied to me,
    You told me that I could waste my days endlessly blinging in luxury,
    And say "Keep it Real",
    When really I kept a fantasy,
    .
    Locked in my head,
    Of a lifestyle never led,
    But it is constantly desired,
    As it is constantly fed…
    .
    …Into my system,
    My dear sweet sisters, I diss them!
    For my desire for the lie forces me to dismiss them,
    And never kiss them,
    Only twist them as they feel my rhythm,
    When I’m in them all I give them is climax,
    Then cataclysm,
    .
    You lied to me,
    You told me I could be a drug dealer,
    And be admired & feared by all the people appealed to all the…
    .
    Jewellery ‘round my neck,
    And cruelty gets respect,
    Diamond studded bracelets,
    Place the “Fools-to-be” in check,
    .
    And wear the latest in clothes,
    For my wealth MUST be shown,
    For it’s the jealousy of others that excels my throne,
    .
    You said such gain was the path,
    And “Joy” & “Wealth”
    Were one & the same, built to last.
    Keeping my brothers held,
    .
    Down,
    For their misery composes my crown,
    Their desire to be me exposes their frown,
    But everytime they see me driving around,
    We all keep hating each other… Love strives to be found,
    .
    You told me that I’d get head everyday,
    By any gorgeous model you said,
    Whose head turned my way,
    And that there was honour amongst thugs,
    Who knelt & prayed,
    Together & dealt drugs and would survive the game,
    .
    It’s a crying shame but respectfully,
    If I’m half drunk & half:
    High…
    High…
    High…
    High…
    That’s all others now expect of me,
    Believing the lie,
    That no matter how high we rise,
    We’re still Ghettoised,
    .
    You never told me about the hard work to fund my hard play,
    And fund the child support that would fund my baby,
    And how they keep on switching the fashion,
    That leaves me itching to have ‘em,
    So my riches you grab ‘em,
    By manipulating my mind,
    .
    In this “Heaven” that you promised,
    It’s only “Hell” that I find,
    The Jealousy I see demolishes community’s mind,
    Set to build & abolish the poverty of our kind,
    .
    Don’t get me wrong,
    I was raised on your songs,
    Felt so brave & so strong,
    When they blazed for so long,
    But this phase can’t go on,
    We need to plant some more corn,
    The lies you feed me, they bleed me,
    & lead me to do wrong,
    .
    But then I hear your sweet beats,
    & I remember why,
    You said “To survive on the streets, you have to be wise to ALL lies”,
    And even if some bear the most familiar disguise,
    Sometimes to “Keep it Real”…
    You gotta criticize the lies.
    .
    .
    Peace.
    .
    © Mr Gee

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