The Aging Emcee

There’s spite in the mic

That I hold in this hand.

Hmm… This hand. So old

And crippled, and decrepit—

Pathetic, and yet it’s like a relic.

 I admire the scars from grippin'

The mic tight and rapping hard,

Spittin’ bars that were so hot they

 Left the mic heated, my hand charred.

Ah, memories of being the top emcee,

Rockin’ clubs and parties and

Everything in between.

What am I’m gonna do now?

Be ample and proud

As I trample the crowd?

Scramble’em down

To an intangible compound.

Use a mandible that grounds

Fly cannibal hounds…

Dog eat dog.

Not once have I barked.

Quiet as a Savanna predator.

But the prey is all gone.

And with nothing to eat,

I’m no longer strong.

Doesn’t really matter to me.

I am just an aging emcee.

Life's Weight Problem

Life is kind of hard to carry.

She needs to lose weight,

Which means eating right

And exercising daily.

Does she ever do as advised?

Of course not, so I must keep

Feeding her white lies:

“You look good and slim

In those skinny jeans.”

But I’m tired of lying to

This wannabe Beauty Queen.

I’m going to sit her down

And say, “Look Life, I don’t mean

To be mean, but if you don’t

Lose weight, I’m gonna have

To let you go.” I won’t tell her

That tonight, but Maybe I will

Tomorrow.

We’ll see.

The Unknown

Everything is clearly unclear.

What is it that I fear?

The unknown is inevitable.

Packed in it: many regrettables.

Pop a few in my mouth…

Misery runs about

On top of juicy taste buds.

Regrettables running amuck

Cause the buds to desiccate,

And then slowly fade away.

What am I left with to call my own?

Once again, the unknown. 

Rap Poetry Song: Lawless

Verse 1:

Like junk, I feel boxed in.

Stay rocking the mic

And the mighty pen.

Spend my time unlearning bad habits.

Student of Life, lessons are havoc.

Testing this savage.

Some lessons are tragic,

Stressing—I’m guessing—

That life’s short and dramatic.

Just ask the girl in the attic.

Quite frank when writing in her diary.

I’ve had it! Tiring of the static

Shocking the ego,

Cocking the Eagle.

Birds fly, but so can people

When out of their minds.

Anything transcends the legal.

Morals are natural

As coral reefs, deep in the sea.

Brash egos haul into them,

Get torn apart, exposing their

Core being.

Chorus:

And we are all lawless

Flawed to our beautiful bones.

Yes, indeed we are lawless.

No one, but us can tidy our homes.

Verse 2:

Lawless and flawed,

But spit the rawest

Take on morality.

Hey, the cordiality

Wanes in the midst

Of generous vitality.

No one is selfless.

That’s why the media

Sells fish—Oooh-wee!

Ain’t nothing like

American sushi.

Lady Liberty? Who’s she?

We’re trapped in the bowels

Of her American dreams,

Staring in windows

Displaying cookies and cream.

Fine line between

Adults and teens.

Only real difference

Is adults make laws

That justify their

Childishly obscene

Actions that careen

Into nine-to-fivers

Paying taxes and praying

To God that they can

Afford to make it to their

Kid’s school play.

Lawlessness…

Comes from a pure place.

Chorus

 Verse 3:

Kool-Aid Jim Crow

Still quenches thirsty souls

Of some folk

Who are dying to be provoked

Into thinking the world is

Mirrors that blow smoke.

Woe is the delusional,

Spewing words that

They think are Constitutional.

Enter a David Duke pissing contest

With John’s Hancock.

The first to sign-away their rights.

The first to complain about their plight.

Look to the sky and ask, “Father, why?”

And their Father replies, “Get some z-z-z,

And then awaken from your sleep

And see the world belongs

To all human beings.

Your laws are not aligned with mine.

So humble yourself and find
My moral shrine,

And in time

You will be at peace

And free from your

Ridiculous law-making machine.”

Chorus

Rough Rhyme

My rhymes are so fly

In order to catch’em

You’ll have to be willing

To take the red eye.

Cater to a select few who choose to

Sit through the turbulent lies

And vague facts in order to converse

With the honest truth.

Destroy hacks and silence quacks.

Throttling greedy ducks who’ve got green bills.

If I’m heavily medicated, it’s because

I took one too many chill pills.

Ain’t chillin’ still,

Sittin’ like I’m ready to pounce on the next mission.

Toot my own horn at a sub teacher

To create a submission.

Humble myself like a good Christian

Saying his Act of Contrition

Cause arrogance is an action that can

Backfire when you least expect.

I polish off my intellect

With my blood and sweat.

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