My Present

I met you when I was one and a half years old

You were planning to stay a while; you were my sister I was told

We always stuck together; had endless amounts of fights

But remember when we went to the beaches to fly our kites?

Those days may be gone, but God Willing we’ll see more

You just hit seventeen and your senior year’s a chore

But I know that you’ll make it from the darkness out the door

You have the power to make illuminatis fall to the floor

You should know I’m proud of you, you came a long way

From being the girl who cries to moving from the Bay

To living in the ghetto where we regularly face oppression

You manage to keep your head up high and always learn your lesson

Keep away from depression, your smile’s worth a million

Heart made of gold and spreading happy times a trillion

All in all, you should just know we’re all proud

That you came to this world shining away all the clouds.

Happy Birthday Reema

Just Write

Screw this, I keep writing and erasing

I know what I wanna say but don’t really know what I’m saying

Because this isnt of the brain, this is all in the heart

I feel for the people who feel they arent worth a fart

Because we’re all human, and we all have our plusses

Yet we’re all degraded sitting in the back of the busses

I don’t know what the fuss is

We have the luminosity of lasers

Yet we stay frozen, like we’ve just been hit by tasers

I wish life had an eraser, I would change the way our lives are

My pencil may have power, but my brain is a quasar

Dark times it seems these days are,

But ima keep shining

Despite failing these courses, my mind keeps dining

On this knowledge that makes me more aware of what’s present

I gotta stop being stressed and be thankful for my presence

I know I’ll learn my lessons, I just have to find my way

Learning lesson after lesson, from start till end of the day.

D.O.S. (Death of Swag) [Written with Ali aka Magoo 52]

This is pro-originality
Your swag's been copied so much, its now a forgery
That's right, it's all getting old to me
The same style and same words? That's forgery
What happen to doin your own thing with dopery?
What happen to writing bout your philosophies?
...Nowadays it's all "See somethin, transcribe it"
"You wanna have your own style? Homie we'll fight it"
I hav something to say, took it to writing
This is a notice for dupes: Go into hiding
Because your "swag" nowadays is dick-riding
...People: Grow your own genitals
Yal so dead to me, no blood pumpin in your ventricles.
That's why I came here with a heart machine
Came to revive you and bring back originality
...This is to keep Hip-Hop exciting
Ali told me to kill you and stop fakes from writing
I might bring bak the Golden Days
With all the honor brought by speaking up in golden ways
So quit rewriting so much
Forget your old swag, you're T.I.'ing too much.
Find your own style, start writing your own thoughts
I have come with a PSA to busters:
We've been shining lasers, your swag's just lackluster





la la laaa la
la la laaa la
hey hey hey
Good-Bye




Ali's verse:
Growin' up I was always the "Andre & Antwon"
Never fit in, beats me how to turn my swag on
I never tried, so all they did was hate me
Berate me & rate me, lower than dirt tryna make me
Change....well you gotta be kiddin'
Gotta better chance of gettin' lightnin'-struck holdin' the winnin' lottery ticket
Or a mute guy tellin' a deaf guy that a blind guy saw a legless guy walk on water
So don't BOTHER
It ain't hard to be you, not some shit too slick to pull
Just that your whole style became too predictable
You prolly in Union Square, Cali's Swag District
Tryna teach the dougie to a buncha bad b****es
Whips & mad riches are a given, for sure G
Clothes newer than Hampshire, Orleans, & Jersey
I mean I don't mean to brag, but when all yall used to sag
Mine were baggy but nowhere near what yall had
When jeans got a lil less baggy I wasn't mad
I came off as a trend setter after all these years I was glad
Now they got skinny jeans with the so-called "swag"
I prefer baggy & confident you just look like a fag
Swag by definition is what holds a noose together
So go ahead be my guest hang loose FOREVER....
Yeah we got violent
This is the death of the swag, moment of silence.........

la la laaa la
la la laaa la
hey hey hey
Good-Bye ;)

Time

If I had you, I could accomplish everything I wanted to
Go to the past n visit Hillside Avenue
Giv all Magoos a holla cause its been a long while
Take skeletons out my closet and replace the dirty tiles
of my bathroom, cause thats where all the S*** happens.
Go to all past enemies and give them a good dapping
To show its all good, and that I never hold pain
Not a servant to my past, the present holds the right to my brain
Walk against the grain if I feel that it's right
Non-violent, but never scared to put up a fight
Go back to the day that I moved from Cali
And tell me I'd be alright, minds more luxurious than a Caddy-
Lack all the pain that holds me back
I get more relaxing than your finest dime-sack
On the way to success, its just awaiting me
With a power so luminous, the blind can see.