Life is Like

After suffering through writers block for a while, I decided to wait it out and just record and submerge myself in music. During the duration of my dryspell, one track I had repeatedly on loop was Nas’s classic track “Nas is Like”. With that being said, I got the idea to do my own take on his concept and thus, this poem was born. I for one am very happy to have overcome my writers block yet again. Who's bad?

Life is like the first time you exit your mom’s womb & those tears are shed

A foreshadowing of the years ahead, your fears, regrets, your peers, & debts

Are all mapped out when those 2 tears hit the ground & as twenty years sit around

You’ll hear that sound echo loud & echo proud as you realize you can’t let go now

But life is like finding the meaning of sane in madness; I’m sayin’ it’s backwards

It’s like standing on the bus tryin’ to gain your balance, the pain in malice

See it’s like that ugly kid who had major talents but would still get picked on

Like my fro when its picked wrong, it’s like the 40oz bottle before it’s sipped on

By the bum who thinks outside the box he sleeps in cuz there’s no beauty in roses

There’s beauty in the homeless but crudely, rudely, truly, there ain’t no beauty

And you know this so you hold this in a closed fist & you post this on my Facebook wall

Like “Look, maybe if you put your pen down you might see life for what it is doll”

And my response will be that you gotta accumulate the cuts & scratches

Cuz amongst the madness our loves takes practice & you are the sight for my glasses

And I’ll watch as people like this status & hope they’ll post the common comments

In common context that impacts like a comet condensed that come to contact

The Earth, I’m too busy feeling alive, like a thrown away condom contents

But I’m still prone to karma’s conscience & when it comes I’ll be calm & content

And finally when I log off, I realize I can no longer see friendships

So I’ll throw my fists in fits then I’ll blow a kiss & hope it fits Apoca’s lips

And my clock will tick to remind me that it got too much time on its hands

But that’s what life is like, it’s like that group who added the woe before the man

The truly soulless who front like the man is woeless but they can’t control us

In this phallic society, they wonder why the feminists are so pissed

But that’s what life is like, see life is like you and I & you and I

Are like the wise in a fool’s disguise & the fool’s disguise is like the cruel & kind

Which is kinda cruel but the cruel is kind; they just show it in a different way

But listen hey, not a morning goes by where I don’t sit & pray

Which is lame but life is like a pretty porcelain doll with a cracked face

Hideously elegant & you know this but you’d still kiss her face

For the sentimental value plus it’s beautifully imperfect

Yeah, that’s what life is like imperfectly beautiful, just like a person

And I can go on & on about how humanity is flawed & lost

But just know I’m a man that can accept his flaws & that universal law

You know that law that says nothing is perfect…with the exception of my ma?

Well, my ma and maybe God too cuz he created this universe thus the law?

Doesn’t exactly pertain to him, we can delve deeper but it’d take too much logic

And to be honest, I kinda lost it in a lawless Los Anne where the law is lost and

The cowboys rule & they’d shoot you in places where they know it’d hurt

But that’s what life is like; life is like taking that last breath before leaving this Earth

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The Sad Clown

I haven't updated the blog in a while, mainly cuz I've been focusing on my music and neglecting poetry. So I decided to post lyrics to a song I recently completed in an attempt to pass it off as poetry. The idea of the sad clown is something that has been around for a while. With that being said, something about a sad clown has always fascinated me. I guess it’s the fact that someone who's supposed to bring joy and happiness shouldn't be depressed themselves. In any case I didn't wanna be cliché and write about a sad clown cuz that would just be like beating a dead horse. Instead I decided to write about the world through the eyes of a sad clown. Hope you enjoy this.

I take a look in my eyes on a search for truth

But all I really find is the hurt of youth

And the hurt is you with a perfect view

Where a person views without a purpose to

Lookin’ out a dirty window and in a broken mirror

Hear me when the wind blows, a clown provokin’ fear

And maybe when the wind goes, the town will spread its cheer

But it’s not that simple so I’ll drown in years

I’m an idiot with idioms, a minion of mediums

Hideous with helium, so pity this and pity them

Cuz the city gets insidious when dealin’ its delirium

But speak to this Caesarean, I’m weepy and I’m weary and

I’ll sit and reminisce; I’ll never be the eminence

I’ll be the revenant who seeks your remnants

The evidence says I’m guilty the death of the first born

But let he who is without sin cast the first stone

Still, I look into my pride on the search for truth

But all I really find is the cries of youth

Trying to mend their broken hearts with soft kisses and silver duct tape

Still in dark days, lost in the heart break

Lost in the heart ache, tryin' to be cathartic

In a world so cold like in the arctic

Tryin to find peace of mind but they lost it

All in time you will find, you’ll be lovin’ often

Cuz love is blind like the cataracts matter fact

I’m gonna swing the pieces of my broken heart like a battle axe

Counter that, counteract, a rap battle? Battle that

I rap ballads to battle rap, wanna settle? Saddle that

But death rides a white horse and breath has a life force

And they met on the right course the regret of angel Michael’s

Shots from the rifle, twenty one count em all

As he falls like fire works in Carnival

Broken wings as he sings his way to a tomb-box

Outta sync, as for me? A trench coat and boom-box

Hip Hop’s Lloyd Dobler, I won’t avoid the heart hurt

Or put my art first, please accept my offer

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