Copper30′s Blog

if you un hand me I might stick the landing
just let me flow
had a couple good points just let me go

like why people with degrees gotta keep telling me they got one
or do I just hear it so often cause I want one

what would it cost for me to win
i’m playing for a dynasty so if I win once
I will win again and again and again and again and again

How is that for a mantra
Congrats to diddy on the Oscar
Tell Russell simmons I bought the book
Meditated for a minute now I’m off the hook

I got down on myself call it writers block
Then I realize you only get that when you don’t write a lot

Put chia seeds in some malt liquor will that make me well
Ask Gary Null cause I can’t tell

What up doe to homies back in the D
How you doin iris I know you checking for me
Tell the kids I’ll be back in a minute just signed my papers
And I might buy a house get some new neighbors

Catching up on my reading my friends writing blogs
I’m trying to leave comments cause love you all

These poems be myself defense
(me myself defense)
life got me on the ropes trying to box me in

I’m so Floyd you have to slo mo replay my hits
Get on my level like 50 cent the actor not the rapper
I’m doing my thing creating a new chapter
You don’t have to stick around long to find what comes after
Just don’t make a slap bet cause I really will slap ya

I’m on a tangent but if you still reading let me leave you with
Something to believe in
All day all night I stayed in prayer
And for all my days faith got me here
I’m no tebow and I don’t know j lin
But if I won once I’ll win again…and again..and again

Tried to pick you up brush your shoulders off
Hit you with a kiss, something angel soft
This the real world I could only wish for a story
Roll the credits go out in a blaze of glory

Nothing doing no ruin no bleach no bluing
I’m sighing I’m crying I’d be lying if I said
I wasn’t sitting in denial
I’m spry
I’m young
Hair trigger I’m sprung
I might get old before I’m done
And from what it looks like I’ve been undone

Jim Jones
The rapper
Cut back to me
Starting a new chapter
I’m hurting
And I’m nervous
Got to get more time in service
But how can I help when I feel anviled myself
Anviled is when they drop and anvil on your head
You don’t die you just walk funny instead
No now looking back if this life is real
Somebody tell me what the deal
I can’t even read the bible
And know how to feel
I can call my mom
To keep it real
I can’t let go
Of what
I know
I feel
So
low

Liquid poured out to form

Something out the norm

Something that you do for them

They don’t understand

We all got problems

But can you weather the storm

Stand with your head held high

When sky is falling

Can’t close your ears

When this guy is calling

And who could really know what to do

I ask you

If you was standing in my shoes

Playing on my court

Do you pass the rock

Or take the last shot

Put it on your shoulders

And carry the whole team

Wake up from a nightmare

Crawl out a dream

We are doing this just for you

Never leave never die never lose

Even in death sing a tune

No dry eyes in the house

Just love in the room

Ride out the storm

Light a candle in the gloom 

The boys daddy was a chemist and his momma played the guitar
The girls father was a drug dealer and her mom a stripper
The boys daddy played college football up in nyc
The girls daddy sold crack right across the street

The boys momma played back up for a host of stars
The girls momma danced on tables in a host of bars
The boys parent live together on a farm in the Midwest
The girls parents wouldn’t recognize each other ithey tried there best

The girl so smart the streets taught her well
The boys level of intelligence is nice as well
The girl put it in her heart that she’s going places
The boy got heart but he’s frustrated

The girl walked to school catching a bus a train another train and a bus
The boy got dropped off at school and skipped class because he was fed up
The girl can’t understand her work so she stayed afterschool for tutoring
The boy don’t understand what the teachers are tryin to do to him

The boy really just want to keep it real
put these math classes down and just go chill

The girl just wants a better life,
reads everything and works her math all night
The boy met a girl and she looks like her life is hard
The girl met a boy and he looks like he is living large

he told the girl all his problems
The girl knows away to help him solve them
The girl told the boy all she needs in this life of sin
“is me and my boyfriend”

While the boy tried to understand her rhythmic prose
She gave him the kind of kiss you get with both eyes closed
Far to young to feel this kind of sensation
The boy feel that much deeper into his frustration
The girl kept working her plan because of her situation

Told the boy just wait till graduation

The girls momma ain’t coming home no more
The girl pays her own rent don’t need nobody else no mo
The boy so sick and tired he’s at a loss for words
But for him to stop going to school would be absurd

The boys parents was sitting together on the third row
The boys parents got a child that they do not know
At the graduation they found out they got a grandchild
wait till he tell them what they don’t know

Not peddling his wares he is still aware that if he waits a minute and appears to still be here
If he talks for a minute and the people marvel and cheer
If he should be so moved that he rises out of his chair
And if the fire should strike off the chest hair
Then take the penned lyrics and lock them in a chest right here
Something restored something ignored something so that the ignorant never get bored
Two things to challenge all minds like a treasure hunter looking for gold that he never did mine
Its not a story don’t sit back nor recline
Don’t look for the clicker there is no channel to find this is the revolution it wont be televised
Really I hate to say that whoever said that almost lied cause when you got the internet influences lives
Then the revolution would be missed if it had been televised

Let the children no longer need game systems they found work arounds even when the parents prevent them
This is a new moment really a new day the kids work like spies the parents get taken away
Can’t really say what you want to say burn your tounge off if you get carried away
Which one is worst what would you say the nine year old who called the cops on his moms
Or the nine year old on youtube who threatened his mom
Kids on the internet admit all the crimes den they scream whoo haaa like busta rhymes
It seems like you might get carried away I say a kid post his home phone just the other day
And on facebook or should I say off some girl ran over another girl and hit two cops
I don’t think the virtual world is virtual
And who knew that a couple blog post could really hurt you
Personally I like Maino and all his music
But I think if I said the wrong thing the brother might just lose it
And I heard some girl said something about Rick Ross now that just crazy
I dance to Rick Ross like I’m back in the eighties
Oh well I guess she got confused cause when she seen him in person he wasn’t
So amused
Me personally I’m just treading water trying not to go off the deep in
Work a few hours and get some sleep in
Take to the power rock the ink pen
Paul Laurence dunbar till the weekend

When people support you they see your vision get behind and push you
Then you just walk away like the same people wont miss you
Those same people that show up with the mob and kiss you
Boom pow surprise when you ask for tissue
Your nose runs faster than your feet
And your mouth spills your heart on the street
How hard should we take the lack of leadership
How hard should we take the need for ownership

One to one there is no place for thee
You name in the book but we are erasing thee
Your name on the building I am effacing thee
Some one get the krylon there is now space for me

Feeling oddly changed
Caught missed and lost in politics games
There is no need for a fraud to aim
I haven’t been this mad since I couldn’t rock troop in the first grade
Yes my mom knows about the drug dealers closed
About the boy up the street who had the funeral with his casket closed
Me I’m just a kid what could I know; all is see is the shine and yet
There is no more

I’m getting lost in the pleasure if ebb and flow
Sometimes I forget what you come here for
My eyes look off in the distance and forget the moment
Slice the ice like ice skates sluicing my mind producing
A picture for you to apprise you began to see my vision no need to close your eyes
And then back to the issue we came here for
Busta rhymes gimmes some more or was it swizz beats get it on the floor
Either way I suppose we take it long gone the days of polariods you shaken
How many ways from Savannah to Macon
How many days for Detroit to make it

Put your hands in the freespace
This is how the negative is replace
Look twice hae a double take
Feel your feet lighten
This is the way to incite men

Done this way for ages
Feed the literacy with food
From the pages
And this normative
Nothing outrageous

I might just lose it
22 days I got no music
Stand on two feet but that’s just pausing
If you catch me in the street I will be walking

Ever been where I’m going
Tell me if you know what I’m knowing
Hey look Beyonce’s showing
Meanwhile in Greece the panic is still growing

This is my light work and yet I’m still flowing
Its going to take more than a knights work to get this wheel rolling
So I’m still toiling put this pen to the midnight oil and
See if I can be forgiving for leaving my thoughts on paper when the most prolific poets make claims of abatemet
I mean not to make a belligerent statement but if they wont write why should I quote
And if I ain’t write ill just get my coat
Seeings how we got nothing to read at a poetry meeting
This might as well be an aa meeting
Not dissing aa meetings just that if I’m at a poetry reading where no one is reading
Then I’m going to have a few questions one or two suggestions ..I might want to teach a few lessons
But if no one listens or cares or cares to listen and take note
I might well turn right back around and get my coat.

Who you think yo sposed to be
You don’t fight
So how is you mayweather
You don’t advocate for the youth
So you ain’t no Micheal Eric Dyson
You ain’t deep like talib kweli  really who is you sposed to be

You posed to be the illest but you ain’t Nas
You ain’t funk master flex you don’t drive them cars
You ain’t young jeezy you never delivered no mail
If they ask what it weigh you probably couldn’t even read the scale
You sitting in Savannah and never even been to the A
So you ain’t Andre 3k
Or deandre or bow wow
You don’t rhyme well cause you don’t know how
You might be from the d but you never met trick trick
You don’t know m&m never met the Dayton family or the Cartier boys
You never drop a g in the brass key or watered the black orchid…so you tell me who you posed to be

Knock me over with a feather
Do whatever…whatever
I love my people an I m not just being clever
Reaching for your heart strings let me pull the lever

You ever
Stand in the hotel outside in the cold weather

Inside the man is just an empty shell

Wondering if the 3 sixty wave pattern will hold up

His ego swole up

An in his head he feel so tough
Inside undressed

Unimpressed with the amount of stress

Fully prepared for the days contest

And his place is the simplest

I live on a the shore
The street is a tide
I’m trying not to let a wave take my pride
But I feel the crash every time we will collide

Am I not real
I see a hill talking to a mountain
A faucet talking to a fountian

Tell me I’m not a spring when I’m having a beautiful summer