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“I’m so raw” |
I woke up thinking life’s a dream,
Until I broke the seems,
To understand what living means,
On this earth – since birth,
Fine- tuning everything under this microscope.
How do I cope?
Walking on thin strands of velvet ropes,
Stumbling at the edge of rocky slopes;
Because through life I lost hope to accept my past.
Why does it seem that I’m moving to fast?
But if I slow up,
My psych will crash into particles,
Becoming articles in newspapers.
At eight-teen I was disturbed,
Wondering aimlessly pacing the curb,
Spitting these verbs,
Becoming a master of words,
But it’s so absurd – how I’m not one in this game,
All I have to do is aim,
And shatter surfaces with the thought control of my brain,
I’m a GOD of rain,
So when it comes it pours,
I want more than encores,
My lyrics are liquefied,
Let them seep through your pores,
That’s what I’m here for – living in a city amongst angels.
I’m bringing you supreme in different angles;
You love how I leave these artists in a yoke,
Gagging off the words I wrote.
Yet I spoke about non-violence;
It’s more to me than this subtle and silence,
I grew up in a home in rage with violence,
So don’t try to calm me down,
I just started my search for my crown,
And these devils don’t think I deserve it;
I know I’m not perfect – but I’m worth it,
Yes! In life there are no mistakes,
Just doing what my gray matter creates,
Never anticipate a thought,
That only gives you away,
And leaving something for people to say;
That’s how rumors start,
Breaking families apart,
Can’t you see everything has its art?
You just have to understand the heart,
And everything else will follow,
So the rest of you all can throw in the towel!
Let me see – let me try this vowel;
I – am the vessels in the eye,
Stopping your tears from dropping,
Making your deserts dry,
And all you can do is sigh, asking yourself why?
How can this King divide and distribute his own piece of the pie and still not die?
Because what’s inside is a strenuous cry,
Telling a story about how the worlds collide,
While the rest of you have been living a lie.
I’m so raw;
Why does it take for you to live life through a straw?
To understand the complexity of the things I draw and put on this paper;
It’s like what I say has no Barings,
And vanish like vapors.
I’m so raw;
Preme is giving you images of the human mind you never saw;
I got you hanging at the edge of your seats,
High jacking your jaws,
Putting the crowd in awe!
Giving you bar for bar of a life that crumbled,
Now I rise once more.
Yes! I ran the streets thinking life was better with heat,
In a cipher with thugs and a heart hard as concrete,
Spitting hardcore rhymes – about the change in times,
Of the struggle of the black man – lost in chimes,
On a beat that’s constantly changing my mind,
So if I lose you – press rewind.
My life’s like a rollercoaster – traveling blind.
Mentally you people are killing me,
With your ideology of flesh,
That’s why I had to muster up my game – and play this world like chess,
Just to discover my countries under distress from its own mess,
Yet we think that we are blessed to be in the land of the free.
We lock ourselves up and throw away the keys,
For moving keys – now in you in a cell on your knees,
Praying to a mystery God,
Thinking the judge is going to give you a free ride,
But you must die!
Life was a joke to you,
Now you cry for life – cause you what to do what you suppose to do;
To late for that,
Your prints were all over the gat;
Shell casings found at the scene,
Know you what to wake up because you thought you was living a dream,
Man – save that for M. L. King;
He had a dream to,
And his reality was death to.
I planted my roots,
You should too,
Because that peace that you looking for,
I found that too!
Now I master its highest form,
Bringing calmness to a quite storm,
So take a breath after the storm,
As it blows pass like whirlwinds,
Sending a message at the worlds end,
When Armageddon comes and destroys America’s men.
I’m so raw!
This poem reflects on the way I perceive the world today and how I look at myself as an individual. I made a change in my life and cannot see myself falling into the hole I once was in. Date written: 08/25/04
– Supreme
Written by: Ervin J. Worthy
Stage name: Optimistic
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“See me” |
See me – I smoke pounds of piff to escape reality,
But I never travel alone without the fifth,
It handles all technicalities – causing casualties – leaving physicals stiff.
See me – I can’t believe this shit,
How I’m ran by a Bush faculty,
And stripped from my gifts I had since making the galaxies,
And some how this worlds mad at me,
Since smiles shifts – frowns give facelifts it’s a tragedy,
Like one who falls from the cliff and dies causally,
Tell me? Why are you mad at me?
Could it be because I speak the truth and you miss it?
Could it be because I handle my business?
Moreless – I leave no witness;
Knock you senseless,
Because the hood raised me nigga I’m relentless,
Do you comprehend this?
See me – soldiers is who I bang with,
Chrome heavy things is who I’m friends with,
These things will blow out you brains with,
Hollows I inscribe your names with,
To morbid your frames – k-i-s-s!
That’s what you will leave this world with.
See me – I was always poor riding transit,
I couldn’t stand it,
So I turned bandit,
Masked up and robbed niggas who ran with,
Drug dealers, gangstas, pimps and the like,
Just to come up and ride in something nice;
But all things come with a price,
I lost four years of my life,
Trying to live the glamorous life,
Now I speak to you from the things I seen in my life.
See me – while in this cage I died twice,
Once for not living right,
The other for not shedding light – on conspiracies that blind our sight;
So take the knife – and cut the noose that holds me tight,
And when I’m free – this time I will play nice,
As I travel like the sea and think precise.
See me –my movements are emphatic,
Yet they call me an addict,
Cause I love these automatics,
With shells that hop out like some rabbits,
Like I feed the glock some carrots,
To murder political bastards who live lavish – with assets,
These people turned my ghettos to ashes;
So I must turn savage,
And bust there cabbage,
And close the caskets on the ones who tried to bury me!
See me – these streets I married thee,
And when I was down and out – they carried me,
Gave me the science of life to speak mathematically,
So I can teach the brothers that’s to come after me;
We need no pastors be,
Or chapters from bibles to master thee,
We are Kings – so call me your majesty,
And place my crown on my dome – because that’s where it has to be!
No one is to challenge me;
Bow down to my family,
And if you decide to challenge me,
We will show no amnesty,
And death will come in such calamity,
And there would be no shame in tee;
For I am God – you are just a man to me,
And the souls of you are in the hands of thee,
As the cry out and try to make amends with me,
But you souls are no kin to me,
You devils are the sin in we – who live righteously,
My brother paid with his life for ye,
And you continue to destroy Jesus’ prophecy,
This is what I see in me (fade out)
Written by: Ervin j. Worthy
Stage name: Optimistic
Date written:11/12/06
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“What lies beneath” |
These are the stories never told,
But what lies beneath within our history,
The truth can unfold;
For example – a black mans misery – can bite like the cold,
And for centuries – we lost that peace that was precious as gold,
Like the thought of some Devil lynching me selling my soul,
Saying that it was a figment of my ancestors memories;
Yet the truth I’ll always hold.
What lies beneath – is a desire for freedom,
But we as people decide not to teach them,
Of a culture where Gods illuminate their kingdom;
Yet the youth decide to waste their life for no reason,
Until they see behind these brick walls,
And the O.Tees step up and try to reach them all;
And for some – it’s a lost cause,
They have been indoctrinated to do wrong.
So pause!
Think about the things you do!
The system is designed to snatch you up when you fall,
Then put you in a cell,
Like the animal they think you are.
But nevertheless – through it all – you must be strong;
Use your intelligence over brawn,
Cause what lies beneath is a warrior that was destined to come out for so long.
The truth is within our minds,
But like fools we pay them no mind,
Our thoughts that is – they help us redefine life –
To help us see with out blind faith.
These truths paint perfect pictures of what humans hide;
But with the box in my head – I think outside,
For it helps me decipher the things inside
Look how this government got us confined,
They even lace medicine with viruses,
Like A.I.D.S, H.I.V., Hep. C and other man made deceases,
They even made us believe in their white Jesus;
Now we glorify their preachers.
Though five percenters tried to reach us – to teach us of the ones that will deceive us,
And behold – our very governments are those devious creatures.
They plant fear in those who want to believe us,
But what lies beneath is the ultimate secret,
We must destroy their lies and discover their weakness,
Yes!
We must uncover their dreams that help them sleep with,
Their pride and joy,
And drown them in the waters, that make us sea sick;
Your money and material – you Devils can keep it,
Cause while you rise to the top – I’m standing beneath it,
And while I’m standing beneath it – just know,
I’ll always know your secrets
Written by: Ervin J. worthy
Stage name: Optimistic
Date written: 04/25/06
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“Angel” |
Angels upon clouds listen to my loud cries,
As I sing sonnets to those who live in the sky;
Though I am only human – my wings spread wide,
That one day I might fly amongst angels;
And lo my voice can be heard from every angle.
My cardiac muscle pulsates from those who seen heaven early,
Quite surely – I to will see those gates by forty,
Cause – I was played on page thirty,
By women who did me dirty,
And the devil – he played mind games,
Satan said that god was not real,
So get that out your mind frame.
Oh how my angel came and put new life in me,
Messiah showed me that God abides in me and I in him,
This makes me a gem that’s priceless;
That’s twice I heard this – just,
Lay my crown on my head,
For I made sacrifices;
Now I’m a better man – but life just,
Crumbles before me as angels help me write this,
Vibe to the music of my harp as I recite this,
I do this of my head,
Because I am righteous!
Could I be on cloud nine?
As I look down at all that’s refined;
I’ll give this life up at the drop of a dime if heaven is so divine.
Yet earth is my only heaven,
That’s why I’m that perfect seven!
One and one mathematically is eleven,
That’s my mind and soul connected,
And with that I-God is perfected,
Like my sunlight reflected off my moon and soon,
My life gets better with every line,
So precious angel of mine,
Let me continue to climb these stairs of heaven and let my sunlight shine!
Written by: Ervin J. Worthy
Stage name: Optimistic
Date written: 11/9/2006
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