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A BROTHER A MENTOR, A FRIEND, COPPER30 THE POETIC VETERAN – A WORTHY ASSOCIATION!
In my recent encounters, I ran across an independent poet at the African Hip Hop Forum in the Poetry section. His work was way above mediocre; and in his words he portrayed a unique beauty in prolific poetry. I concluded that he is rightfully a veteran in this 20th century generation of poets.
I introduce to you a poet by the name Copper30 from Detroit, America; his real name David Knight.
In our association has resulted to a strangely strong bond based in a keen respect, poetically speaking and as far as I’m concerned my long term plans are to work closely with this great poet from a part of the world I so much long to tour.
To see his work, please visit his blog by logging on to www.copper30.wordpress.com
MC Qham
He is in the inner circle of "inver brass", a founder member and a poet by hobbie..
apart from holdin the mic he is a ghost writer and part-time editor & Admin in the group Home Made Arts.
He resides in Mombasa at the Coast of Kenya.
Generah
One of the inner circle members, Generah is a fore front man on the mic,a dedicated MC and assistant producer.Also a member of "inver brass"
Rapper and producer. Currently doing a BA diploma and Law in a Nairobi College. He is based in Kiambu
Kenji
He is an early contributor and founder of Xy Laws before it even adopted a name for itself;
He majors in music production but also a microphone fanatic!
He is the executive producer of this group and he does all the production!
Currently he is a die-hard of "inver brass" He is based in Arusha, Tanzania.
Yungu Vice
Poet, novelist and rapper.
His latest project "Sub-Urbia" is stunning, blazing hot!!
He resides in Thika.
RAP
LAST BREATH
I laid my eyes low when I heard the news
I changed my perspective once I expressed my views
I saw a tear drop my heart beat skipped
My smile got eclipsed
Faded away like the sun set
What would you choose?
The land to step everyday or the grave, or would you have both n loose
No living thing knows the feeling
Of…Is my body lighter than the air or my spirit’s leaving?
We better look close read between the lines of the scripts of destiny’s film
Coz no one really knows where his fate is leading him
That’s where this story is heading to
The truck did it, went straight to the bus they was traveling with head on
Of all 63 passengers she was the only one to meet with death
Took her by the hands to his home to rest
So yeah Qham says that is alil bit cynical
Shit is debatable
But death was alil bit choosy
I don’t mean to be rude to you dude (death) but you took her early
She was a dutiful hardworking servant of God
Dedicated her life to the Gospel, it was a tool so precious like Moses’ rod
But we are warned not to hold on to the dead
Although that does not mean my shout out should fade
We shouldn’t cry just be happy for the new life she has led
Better place she has gone to, away from all man’s involvement with guns and lead (bullets)
Rest in peace all the loved but dead
You were loved before or at least our eyes were opened
Plain reality made known by painful circumstances
Don’t they say you never know what you have until you loose it
We now know, from today hence forth love those close, even a kiss could do it
R . I . P.
WHO’S NEXT ON THE MIC?
Pass the curry
I want to splash some nutrients on these cuties
Coz niggaz use ‘em like they got the mentality of looting
They hang up pumping their dicks hard while polluting
Can’t keep up the game, their engines week and lame
Am telling this story while my eyes on a cutie, am hazy
The scent of her bosom driving me crazy
But I control myself just to stare at her hazel eyes
Her lips dripping with some red shit, I lay back and dream with her having the French fries…
I walked up to her and dropped the point blank without dwelling on lies
I might have gone too obvious with this piece, she might suspect my rhyme
But am too gangster to give a fuck, too street to give a damn
My mind is too abusive coz it’s the theatre of all these illusions
My soul shouts out to this lucrative organ, to stop the lame intrusions
Creativity‘s my mission
Rod on this road for so long and ended up having a poetic collision
Didn’t dream too much before it came true
Didn’t struggle too much when I used this precious tool
Now my mind conscious and that’s my first rule
A young rapper sleeping on talent like the fool in the bible sitting on the one talent
Before you rob me of this gift like the gentleman, am bursting with hot laments
So u definitely have to sit back and wait once more coz they are multiplying
How many are they now, am multi-rhyming
Yo am tight, the flows’ bright so where’s the mic
MCz now scared when I caress the mic like I look like fright
Am as angry as a bull, my hands sticky like glue
So when I hold it once it’ll take decades to let go am sick with microphone-fever like flu
I was talking about a mic now see how far goes this influence
It’s stuck on every streetwalker’s lips, have you now seen its affluence
I made a vow of a hiphop nazarite, so no fool’s blade should pass this legendary brain
I hiphope this game, as hard as it is with pain
Coz I get too lyrical and usually beats get slain
And the walls got splat with graffiti all tribulating my name
Not fame my nigga, but for those loyal to the game
So when am hollarin at my big hommie in the studio to pass the curry,
Am talking about whose next on the mic, trust me I got shit to burry, slow no hurry
Meet me in the studio (the good house) talking about things that hurt me
Don’t look at me with those heavy with tears eyes, am just getting em outta my chest
I got shit so real n visible so I Dirt off ma vest
I spit a hot lyric they say its hardcore ,, dummy
Didn’t you know spittin to me is Like losing puke from yo tummy
So hate or love me, I don’t care or worry
I got a dirty little secret for y’all listeners/readers
My lyrical ability got men in the markets asking me to sell my skill like bidders
I laughed at ‘em for their folly, fuck ‘em dick riders
Sorry for my lewd language, but I gotta express my anger
Coz niggaz don’t want to hear me spit tight to quench not their thirsty but feed their hunger..!!!
THE HOUSE OF HARLOTS (DEATH AVENUE)
The ladies in the hood chanting down gimmicks
This ain’t a bolt from the blue coz it’s part of street politics
Swept by the hooker current was a nigga in his forties
Didn’t enjoy life before age took away his prime
Now he says its pay back coz the nigga wasted his time
He was one of the street ordinaries, though his endeavors wasn’t drugs or crime
Off this character is a group of women and girls of not-so-bad or good breeding
Engaging with hot pursuers seeking pleasure and make a buck from that for a living
So it happens I know one of ‘em and she one of my friends
She’s from the inner circle but one time in her history she looked for amends
I got her number but have never called her for professional services
I’m too careful not to make such unworthy sacrifices
I’d rather die a virgin than feed on carcasses
Plus I ain’t a gentleman with hard principles, am just cautious
All the drama rises to its peek in the dark hours
I hear water dropping early in the morning when these bitches washing away semen and dirt in cold showers
Hard work pays good salary
Gentlemen marry young beautiful ladies without paying dowry
I’m scribbling all this shit in my diary
The title of this wonderful tool is “From Jerusalem to Calvary”
The devil my adversary, pictures on my wall paint him in my gallery
Coz girls are laying Jesus down and driving nails in his hands
Putting him on the cross everyday, the devil got consistent fans.
When I heard cries of pleasure yesterday
The funeral committee is busy collecting money to send the bodies home on Saturday
Life ain’t harsh, its just dormancy of the rational element
So we let our lives be driven by the appetitive element
The house has been marked red by the angel of death from the Egypt days
Death is inevitable, niggaz perish like sand in a windy day
The business is thriving coz these women take AntiRectroviralTablets
So their bodies swell like pigs grown out from piglets
Be careful while crossing this street
You might meet a hooker, and be swept by temptations then go n hit
the shit out of em bitch
Latch em pants tight better go n snitch
But ‘em hookers? Damn! You are digging yourself a ditch!
The hooker-friend still rollin with me, I gotta warn her or sense-inflict
I don’t give a damn even if it’ll spark a conflict
But the house, dawg, stay away from it
Coz the harlot you’re takin to the slaughterhouse might just turn out to be your ticket to death!
Don’t roll on this avenue when the time is overdue
When I meet with you nigga I’ll see rogue in you!
Last Man Standing
You gotta identify me ma DNA structure real G
So aerial like a satellite, my thoughts seek refuge in ma rhymes like a refugee
Pacing in the game with my skills so skeptical with those lame
They swam in this river endin up drowning with fame
Kenji rollin up street heavy duty beats for real Gs to rhyme with
Real rappers stand up spread your voice out take that rhythm n flow with
One hit wonders wondering, their skills just slumbering
Nobody wants esteem lowering
Usually am calm like windless atmosphere
My industrial niche xylaws-phere, it’s hot in here
Some just wear casually endin up casualties
Not that they fashion less, it’s the highness of their quantities dumbness in their qualities
It’s the war against rap impunity that’ll save hip hop and its royalties
Word on the street I spit loyal that’s why am still focal on point
Wisdom acquired thru God’s angels around me, my lyricism is not to blame on joint
Am socking with pleasure, my groupie n fans to treasure
Feelin weightless holding this gadget with every increase in pressure
With this craziest tune my soul swimming in leisure
My flow sicker than flu
My rap goes deeper than you
You can’t be in your senses when Generah sensing numbness like liquor in you
Stand up for the street, street kings stinging with hits
We living up like phototropism, the light flashin with hints
Am the finest,, xy laws’ highness
Generah’s right man, hip hop’s brightest
With this cloud with no smoke just angels with wings riding
The scene redesigning, harsh becomes sour, niggas letting go on the last hour
Traffic flooding with nagging
Hope goes silent, marking the way dark n blinding
Only the strong surviving
With all this shit overlapping
Many chocked in the middle of the game but am your last man standing!!!
I laid my eyes low when I heard the news
I changed my perspective once I expressed my views
I saw a tear drop my heart beat skipped
My smile got eclipsed
Faded away like the sun set
What would you choose?
The land to step everyday or the grave, or would you have both n loose
No living thing knows the feeling
Of…Is my body lighter than the air or my spirit’s leaving?
We better look close read between the lines of the scripts of destiny’s film
Coz no one really knows where his fate is leading him
That’s where this story is heading to
The truck did it, went straight to the bus they was traveling with head on
Of all 63 passengers she was the only one to meet with death
Took her by the hands to his home to rest
So yeah Qham says that is alil bit cynical
Shit is debatable
But death was alil bit choosy
I don’t mean to be rude to you dude (death) but you took her early
She was a dutiful hardworking servant of God
Dedicated her life to the Gospel, it was a tool so precious like Moses’ rod
But we are warned not to hold on to the dead
Although that does not mean my shout out should fade
We shouldn’t cry just be happy for the new life she has led
Better place she has gone to, away from all man’s involvement with guns and lead (bullets)
Rest in peace all the loved but dead
You were loved before or at least our eyes were opened
Plain reality made known by painful circumstances
Don’t they say you never know what you have until you loose it
We now know, from today hence forth love those close, even a kiss could do it
R . I . P.
WHO’S NEXT ON THE MIC?
Pass the curry
I want to splash some nutrients on these cuties
Coz niggaz use ‘em like they got the mentality of looting
They hang up pumping their dicks hard while polluting
Can’t keep up the game, their engines week and lame
Am telling this story while my eyes on a cutie, am hazy
The scent of her bosom driving me crazy
But I control myself just to stare at her hazel eyes
Her lips dripping with some red shit, I lay back and dream with her having the French fries…
I walked up to her and dropped the point blank without dwelling on lies
I might have gone too obvious with this piece, she might suspect my rhyme
But am too gangster to give a fuck, too street to give a damn
My mind is too abusive coz it’s the theatre of all these illusions
My soul shouts out to this lucrative organ, to stop the lame intrusions
Creativity‘s my mission
Rod on this road for so long and ended up having a poetic collision
Didn’t dream too much before it came true
Didn’t struggle too much when I used this precious tool
Now my mind conscious and that’s my first rule
A young rapper sleeping on talent like the fool in the bible sitting on the one talent
Before you rob me of this gift like the gentleman, am bursting with hot laments
So u definitely have to sit back and wait once more coz they are multiplying
How many are they now, am multi-rhyming
Yo am tight, the flows’ bright so where’s the mic
MCz now scared when I caress the mic like I look like fright
Am as angry as a bull, my hands sticky like glue
So when I hold it once it’ll take decades to let go am sick with microphone-fever like flu
I was talking about a mic now see how far goes this influence
It’s stuck on every streetwalker’s lips, have you now seen its affluence
I made a vow of a hiphop nazarite, so no fool’s blade should pass this legendary brain
I hiphope this game, as hard as it is with pain
Coz I get too lyrical and usually beats get slain
And the walls got splat with graffiti all tribulating my name
Not fame my nigga, but for those loyal to the game
So when am hollarin at my big hommie in the studio to pass the curry,
Am talking about whose next on the mic, trust me I got shit to burry, slow no hurry
Meet me in the studio (the good house) talking about things that hurt me
Don’t look at me with those heavy with tears eyes, am just getting em outta my chest
I got shit so real n visible so I Dirt off ma vest
I spit a hot lyric they say its hardcore ,, dummy
Didn’t you know spittin to me is Like losing puke from yo tummy
So hate or love me, I don’t care or worry
I got a dirty little secret for y’all listeners/readers
My lyrical ability got men in the markets asking me to sell my skill like bidders
I laughed at ‘em for their folly, fuck ‘em dick riders
Sorry for my lewd language, but I gotta express my anger
Coz niggaz don’t want to hear me spit tight to quench not their thirsty but feed their hunger..!!!
THE HOUSE OF HARLOTS (DEATH AVENUE)
The ladies in the hood chanting down gimmicks
This ain’t a bolt from the blue coz it’s part of street politics
Swept by the hooker current was a nigga in his forties
Didn’t enjoy life before age took away his prime
Now he says its pay back coz the nigga wasted his time
He was one of the street ordinaries, though his endeavors wasn’t drugs or crime
Off this character is a group of women and girls of not-so-bad or good breeding
Engaging with hot pursuers seeking pleasure and make a buck from that for a living
So it happens I know one of ‘em and she one of my friends
She’s from the inner circle but one time in her history she looked for amends
I got her number but have never called her for professional services
I’m too careful not to make such unworthy sacrifices
I’d rather die a virgin than feed on carcasses
Plus I ain’t a gentleman with hard principles, am just cautious
All the drama rises to its peek in the dark hours
I hear water dropping early in the morning when these bitches washing away semen and dirt in cold showers
Hard work pays good salary
Gentlemen marry young beautiful ladies without paying dowry
I’m scribbling all this shit in my diary
The title of this wonderful tool is “From Jerusalem to Calvary”
The devil my adversary, pictures on my wall paint him in my gallery
Coz girls are laying Jesus down and driving nails in his hands
Putting him on the cross everyday, the devil got consistent fans.
When I heard cries of pleasure yesterday
The funeral committee is busy collecting money to send the bodies home on Saturday
Life ain’t harsh, its just dormancy of the rational element
So we let our lives be driven by the appetitive element
The house has been marked red by the angel of death from the Egypt days
Death is inevitable, niggaz perish like sand in a windy day
The business is thriving coz these women take AntiRectroviralTablets
So their bodies swell like pigs grown out from piglets
Be careful while crossing this street
You might meet a hooker, and be swept by temptations then go n hit
the shit out of em bitch
Latch em pants tight better go n snitch
But ‘em hookers? Damn! You are digging yourself a ditch!
The hooker-friend still rollin with me, I gotta warn her or sense-inflict
I don’t give a damn even if it’ll spark a conflict
But the house, dawg, stay away from it
Coz the harlot you’re takin to the slaughterhouse might just turn out to be your ticket to death!
Don’t roll on this avenue when the time is overdue
When I meet with you nigga I’ll see rogue in you!
Last Man Standing
You gotta identify me ma DNA structure real G
So aerial like a satellite, my thoughts seek refuge in ma rhymes like a refugee
Pacing in the game with my skills so skeptical with those lame
They swam in this river endin up drowning with fame
Kenji rollin up street heavy duty beats for real Gs to rhyme with
Real rappers stand up spread your voice out take that rhythm n flow with
One hit wonders wondering, their skills just slumbering
Nobody wants esteem lowering
Usually am calm like windless atmosphere
My industrial niche xylaws-phere, it’s hot in here
Some just wear casually endin up casualties
Not that they fashion less, it’s the highness of their quantities dumbness in their qualities
It’s the war against rap impunity that’ll save hip hop and its royalties
Word on the street I spit loyal that’s why am still focal on point
Wisdom acquired thru God’s angels around me, my lyricism is not to blame on joint
Am socking with pleasure, my groupie n fans to treasure
Feelin weightless holding this gadget with every increase in pressure
With this craziest tune my soul swimming in leisure
My flow sicker than flu
My rap goes deeper than you
You can’t be in your senses when Generah sensing numbness like liquor in you
Stand up for the street, street kings stinging with hits
We living up like phototropism, the light flashin with hints
Am the finest,, xy laws’ highness
Generah’s right man, hip hop’s brightest
With this cloud with no smoke just angels with wings riding
The scene redesigning, harsh becomes sour, niggas letting go on the last hour
Traffic flooding with nagging
Hope goes silent, marking the way dark n blinding
Only the strong surviving
With all this shit overlapping
Many chocked in the middle of the game but am your last man standing!!!
POETRY SPEAKS
MY QUEEN (SOURCE OF MY DEEP AFFECTION…)
Dear Mama,
I promise you I’ll work harder
Make you proud when I first become a father
Anxious of your laughter
Don’t want to live the life of a hustler
Praying for success so we can see the end of this chapter
I want you to wake up feeling five years younger
Make your dream a reality, come out of your slumber
Swim in riches forget all about hunger
My love for you mama is deep like the unseen
Come first before my princess coz you’re the queen
Of my heart, all this love that I feel
You’re the source of it, you showed me over the years this shit is for real
And I aint talking to the streets, am talking to the core of my heart of steel
It’s rhythm steadily pumping in my chest
Choking every little demon sucking my blood like pest
Sucking out my life like death
My daily devotion likely make me pass this test
I stand higher than the rest
These men’s hearts be glowing
Their teeth be showing
For others envy be growing
Unlike me their love too short, can’t walk for long – so out they’ll be going
Knowing deeper down their hearts, ain’t nothing longing
So at this point I make myself clear like crystal, with wisdom
Stay guard my mind alert my arm staying with my pistol
Any lethal weapon
Stretch out this love and keep on
Stay strong
Knowing all barriers be gone
Forever live on
To see me live long
Like the meek, my wife shall inherit the throne
I love you mother
As long as the heart beat races further
It’s the peek of this chapter
Like the fairy tales, let’s live happily ever after!!!
A ODE FROM THE HEAVENS
A little nigga falling from the clouds
He goes by the name of Satan, hell’s clown and foreman among the stained crowds
A fallen heavenly soldier in black robes
Didn’t heed it like he had wax in his ear lobes
But God ain’t angry about this old corny ass, but the dirty works against His beautifully-made creatures a.k.a. man
So He plans
Consults with His Right Hand Man about ‘ammunition’ and ‘guns’
Calls His Soldiers, gathers ‘em up and asks for a General
A pretty heavy position that required a war-strong liberal
Silence falls upon the conference room, fear escalates
There’s pin-drop silence
Till a young Man rises up and torns His garments
The Son of Man is sent to earth with Heavenly Chariots
Power oozes out his eyes, His garments shine like burning meteorites
Came to establish a different authority
In so doing He puts aside His personal priorities
So He happens to be the perfect fit of the thorned crown
Though blood spills out every time He sways His head around
Bound to hang on the cross with this painful crown
The crowd cries out aloud like rebels with rowdy runs
The city was mad
All this tragedy surrounds one man
Iscariot was the one
Peter slid 3 times before the sign (cock crows)
Judas’ regret falls on him so hard that he resolved to resign (to death)
Great’s minds possessed by the magnitude of dark forces
Invisible in the event to the incurred losses
But
He ended up reincarnated
Heavenly body shining like a diamond
God’s Son streaming with powers that we rely upon
Ooze out these demons horrible like leviathan
Liberations to the prisoners in cells of slavery
Bound by the yoke of misery
Sodom and Gomorrah burned down as He ascends to heaven
Alas! We’re free at last and on a platform that’s level
I’m armed in my heart prepared to fight the rebels
Sacrifice my tongue for the truth and justice
All racists, masons, pessimists with no limits but with no rage
No physical wage, no cynical invention that can make my heart fume with hate
It’s too late for My Soul to drift from the public eye without a clear explanation about my haste
But I left behind a Guider, just in case
My footprints are permanent just for you to trace!!!
SLEEPING SOCIETY
The sun and the moon, the behavioral determinant of society
What we do and how we behave at different times depend largely on where our actions fall in respect to one of these natural objects…
At the apex of every society lie the social and developmental advances especially this period/era in the history of man, at least.
And mine is unexceptional – politics, sports, music, technology, economy etc;
All enclose our daily lives.
My mental spirit hovers on the outskirts of our society
Disclosing all relevant raw information from a native’s perspective;
And all I see is madness, recklessness, ignorance, negligence and arrogance among many more factors that promote social folly and thus a strong foundation of deep-rooted atrocities. (we are chained by the devil in terms of slavery)
When many are busy directing the blame on the authorities, I can’t help but wonder where humans, even in the lowest social rank and class, took their responsibilities to in conserving the norms and therefore consciousness of their environment.
Natural norms, unfortunately, are decaying at a very alarming/shocking rate as the technological world is rising both by day and night.
I almost thought that once, sometime back when the sun set ushering in night, we slept and never gathered the slightest will to come out of our slumber…then some of us rose up in the middle of their deep sleep and started working and their number increased to assist in progress but no one ever fully woke up to put an effort while in their sound wakeful minds and therefore no one works with the knowledge that norms do actually exist and when we finally woke up and no one, as lazy as a mind is after such deep slumbers, remembers when, what, how, under what conditions and where we left from. So the guidelines were buried in history as no one even bothers to observe or seek what went wrong and bring back remedy.
As such disease ends up entering and catching up with us as there is no proper/strong defense or immunity at the gates of society hence all madness and dirt catches up with us; from negative politics, economic disorientation, ‘Sodom and Gomorra’, and any other notable even hidden pathogens that pile up untreated lead to more serious illnesses.
What happens when a disease, even the smallest and less harmful goes untreated for so long? It spreads to the innermost chambers of the body’s anatomy and destroys any proper functioning organ, organ system. Ladies and gentlemen we are very sick right now, be it mental slavery, dormancy, name it; but there is a remedy that can heal all of us in a gradual process – even individually. It’s up to you. As usual; the patient seeks the doctor and not the reverse!
Instead of pointing a finger of blame at someone and dwell on self-righteousness, watch closely for the three fingers pointing back at yourself!!!
Like the hour glass the time is ticking, make progress by self analysis and adjustment
“As the sun sets to usher in darkness, I see a sleeping society from a spectrum”
THE LAST RELIGION
They are blind about where my heart lies
The few I shed for them some light yet my Will they despise.
Material needs appeals to their hunger more than my Word
Until when will man seize to be an earthly-baptized coward?
I see built structures, and am glad for their physical dedication
But what goes on in those walls beats my intention, adds my hesistation.
How long will they keep returning me to the cross
After all I underwent, the blood, the loss.
Pharaoh died millions of years ago
But I still see his heart in some that are driven by ego.
The time is near and I have to be clear
Even after giving my official antagonist final freedom, to realize my true friends in a war.
The people and their hearts, not smiles or faces
For the seal of salvation.
The last breed to uphold the light with pure sincerity and commitment
Possesses the immortal strength that can cure any spiritual ailment!
The chosen few have shown me a place to rest from all the noise
Structures have seized to grow my Kingdom; wings have taken my agents past time to spread a voice.
As I open my book to sign in a few guests
From the statistics, I exclaim “What a loss!”
Taking the Steps
Water into steam there is no escape only pressure
I’m doing my best to create
But I’m not sure that I can always come up to the level
I wander if I fed my mind the right foods
Or am I compromised by malnutrition
Sometimes I stop and listen to the healthful words
The same ears that hear scripture can take in the perverse
The same tongue that can pronounce and expound the depths of prose
Seems to be tangle in the rain forest depths of rage and curse
So I step back and try to really evaluate the situation
I want to write poetry full time, make that an occupation
No one wants to pay to read words written by unlettered men
But as far as I’m concerned I’m a poetic veteran
I mean every part of my being every fiber in my soul drives me to write
And where I seem to be lacking I asked God for insight
And I seek out the knowledge really devour a textbook
Insight and wisdom seem to come in a texture
The depths of which are only part of my lecture
I knew that I would be doing something different
When I used to rap with my friends
We could all make rhymes but mine would never end
I thought something was wrong
I wanted to go on and on
I didn’t want to limit my freestyle to a 3 min song
And now I’m checking myself everyday for the proof
Am I really a poet or just quite an aloof
The only way to know is to come off the stoop
Start writing down my lyrics straight off the roof
I got some pain and some losses I might not recoup
Slam poetry for the people they all want a def jam
Personally I’m just trying to help by taking the steps man
Copper30
Liquid Pollen
It’s like the poets mind runs laps
Without a lack of words
His mind is still stuck on yesterday’s crap
Walking with jay almost got in a scrap
Sitting at the table the whole body collapse
“I’ll never let you down”
I’ll never lose timing
Hands in the pockets
I never go stymie
And if the approach is wrong
Well
Just try me
Things happen for a reason
Whether false or true
They come into the culture
What more can you do
You can’t let go once it captures you
You give it what it needs till it relaxes you
Wake up on your friends couch
Like what did I do?
Now you know the feeling of
Not one but two
Because I personally am nothing without you
And this is the combination of the strangest kind
Really this is the combination of the dangerous kind
When the poet and Moet begin to rhyme
Now tell me that’s not cross pollination
And ill show you the proof in my adaptation
Copper30
AFTER MY VERY LAST BREATH
I’m trapped in a house with no windows, the door lurched insanely. In this room no light penetrates. From far I can here the owner’s steps fading away. The keys, as it seems, are hanging loosely in his hands – the medium of freedom being taken away from my tenure as far as I can neither tell nor speculate!
Chains are heavy, clinging tight on my limbs. This rooms is madly quiet and the darkness so immense, I could feel it creeping against my skin – or was it?
I could hear my own heart beating with a thud I thought would split my chest – or was it some fear in me?
No comfort completely; just an angry presence – so I wasn’t all alone; at least not in my outside world coz inside I was empty like a coffin 6 feet under after ten years!
With absolutely no hope, I just waited!
MC Qham
GABRIELLE
Live up to me
You got me filled like the Holy Ghost working in me
Emotions shining bright
My soul eager to see the light
Of joy, through a spectrum that’s deep
Reflecting on your architecture and sure you’re hip
Can I show you my naked emotions? Affectionate ambitions?
Savor (value) of my heart, your memories my minds’ daily devotion
Just a small portion?
The portrait I painted is more than any memory can fade
‘Twas such a short span of time, yet a large creation my mind made.
If I could just trace you without the help of a professional artist
I could be amongst the honored, simply lucky!
But that shouldn’t be the platform of loosing hope,
Coz you live with me, at the far corner of my soul.
Morning sunshine flooding on me like flood lights in a stadium,
Looking so bright like a vicar on a podium.
Smiling, as memories unfold.
The sun shines on me because today is my lucky day
Hands of fate tender to me as I hold them.
The sun shines to enlighten your beauty
Its rays reflected by your skin, only to unleash hidden marks of further beauty.
A beauty so complete like the face of life in death.
God’s art and design in you so complex.
I’m now afraid of reminiscing, afraid of flashing memories
Coz as rain hits hard on the earth and lift light soil.
Your memories hit me so hard, parts of my soul just blow away.
Was it the PRIDE in me for you that made you go away?
Will the pain of loosing you die away day by day?
Mediocrity in its harshest on me;
Creeds of prose trickle with every motion of this pen.
Emotions betrayed by the vigor of this game.
Was the white dove I saw come from heaven?
Did it come with the fragrance of vague apologies?
Did it bring with it a message of deliberate escape?
Does the chirpings of the birds of the air compose your written songs of analogous lame apologies?
And will the last drop of pain die away with the last crumb of your memory?
Will the angel in you turn black with the evil that you portrayed?
MC Qham
Dear Mama,
I promise you I’ll work harder
Make you proud when I first become a father
Anxious of your laughter
Don’t want to live the life of a hustler
Praying for success so we can see the end of this chapter
I want you to wake up feeling five years younger
Make your dream a reality, come out of your slumber
Swim in riches forget all about hunger
My love for you mama is deep like the unseen
Come first before my princess coz you’re the queen
Of my heart, all this love that I feel
You’re the source of it, you showed me over the years this shit is for real
And I aint talking to the streets, am talking to the core of my heart of steel
It’s rhythm steadily pumping in my chest
Choking every little demon sucking my blood like pest
Sucking out my life like death
My daily devotion likely make me pass this test
I stand higher than the rest
These men’s hearts be glowing
Their teeth be showing
For others envy be growing
Unlike me their love too short, can’t walk for long – so out they’ll be going
Knowing deeper down their hearts, ain’t nothing longing
So at this point I make myself clear like crystal, with wisdom
Stay guard my mind alert my arm staying with my pistol
Any lethal weapon
Stretch out this love and keep on
Stay strong
Knowing all barriers be gone
Forever live on
To see me live long
Like the meek, my wife shall inherit the throne
I love you mother
As long as the heart beat races further
It’s the peek of this chapter
Like the fairy tales, let’s live happily ever after!!!
A ODE FROM THE HEAVENS
A little nigga falling from the clouds
He goes by the name of Satan, hell’s clown and foreman among the stained crowds
A fallen heavenly soldier in black robes
Didn’t heed it like he had wax in his ear lobes
But God ain’t angry about this old corny ass, but the dirty works against His beautifully-made creatures a.k.a. man
So He plans
Consults with His Right Hand Man about ‘ammunition’ and ‘guns’
Calls His Soldiers, gathers ‘em up and asks for a General
A pretty heavy position that required a war-strong liberal
Silence falls upon the conference room, fear escalates
There’s pin-drop silence
Till a young Man rises up and torns His garments
The Son of Man is sent to earth with Heavenly Chariots
Power oozes out his eyes, His garments shine like burning meteorites
Came to establish a different authority
In so doing He puts aside His personal priorities
So He happens to be the perfect fit of the thorned crown
Though blood spills out every time He sways His head around
Bound to hang on the cross with this painful crown
The crowd cries out aloud like rebels with rowdy runs
The city was mad
All this tragedy surrounds one man
Iscariot was the one
Peter slid 3 times before the sign (cock crows)
Judas’ regret falls on him so hard that he resolved to resign (to death)
Great’s minds possessed by the magnitude of dark forces
Invisible in the event to the incurred losses
But
He ended up reincarnated
Heavenly body shining like a diamond
God’s Son streaming with powers that we rely upon
Ooze out these demons horrible like leviathan
Liberations to the prisoners in cells of slavery
Bound by the yoke of misery
Sodom and Gomorrah burned down as He ascends to heaven
Alas! We’re free at last and on a platform that’s level
I’m armed in my heart prepared to fight the rebels
Sacrifice my tongue for the truth and justice
All racists, masons, pessimists with no limits but with no rage
No physical wage, no cynical invention that can make my heart fume with hate
It’s too late for My Soul to drift from the public eye without a clear explanation about my haste
But I left behind a Guider, just in case
My footprints are permanent just for you to trace!!!
SLEEPING SOCIETY
The sun and the moon, the behavioral determinant of society
What we do and how we behave at different times depend largely on where our actions fall in respect to one of these natural objects…
At the apex of every society lie the social and developmental advances especially this period/era in the history of man, at least.
And mine is unexceptional – politics, sports, music, technology, economy etc;
All enclose our daily lives.
My mental spirit hovers on the outskirts of our society
Disclosing all relevant raw information from a native’s perspective;
And all I see is madness, recklessness, ignorance, negligence and arrogance among many more factors that promote social folly and thus a strong foundation of deep-rooted atrocities. (we are chained by the devil in terms of slavery)
When many are busy directing the blame on the authorities, I can’t help but wonder where humans, even in the lowest social rank and class, took their responsibilities to in conserving the norms and therefore consciousness of their environment.
Natural norms, unfortunately, are decaying at a very alarming/shocking rate as the technological world is rising both by day and night.
I almost thought that once, sometime back when the sun set ushering in night, we slept and never gathered the slightest will to come out of our slumber…then some of us rose up in the middle of their deep sleep and started working and their number increased to assist in progress but no one ever fully woke up to put an effort while in their sound wakeful minds and therefore no one works with the knowledge that norms do actually exist and when we finally woke up and no one, as lazy as a mind is after such deep slumbers, remembers when, what, how, under what conditions and where we left from. So the guidelines were buried in history as no one even bothers to observe or seek what went wrong and bring back remedy.
As such disease ends up entering and catching up with us as there is no proper/strong defense or immunity at the gates of society hence all madness and dirt catches up with us; from negative politics, economic disorientation, ‘Sodom and Gomorra’, and any other notable even hidden pathogens that pile up untreated lead to more serious illnesses.
What happens when a disease, even the smallest and less harmful goes untreated for so long? It spreads to the innermost chambers of the body’s anatomy and destroys any proper functioning organ, organ system. Ladies and gentlemen we are very sick right now, be it mental slavery, dormancy, name it; but there is a remedy that can heal all of us in a gradual process – even individually. It’s up to you. As usual; the patient seeks the doctor and not the reverse!
Instead of pointing a finger of blame at someone and dwell on self-righteousness, watch closely for the three fingers pointing back at yourself!!!
Like the hour glass the time is ticking, make progress by self analysis and adjustment
“As the sun sets to usher in darkness, I see a sleeping society from a spectrum”
THE LAST RELIGION
They are blind about where my heart lies
The few I shed for them some light yet my Will they despise.
Material needs appeals to their hunger more than my Word
Until when will man seize to be an earthly-baptized coward?
I see built structures, and am glad for their physical dedication
But what goes on in those walls beats my intention, adds my hesistation.
How long will they keep returning me to the cross
After all I underwent, the blood, the loss.
Pharaoh died millions of years ago
But I still see his heart in some that are driven by ego.
The time is near and I have to be clear
Even after giving my official antagonist final freedom, to realize my true friends in a war.
The people and their hearts, not smiles or faces
For the seal of salvation.
The last breed to uphold the light with pure sincerity and commitment
Possesses the immortal strength that can cure any spiritual ailment!
The chosen few have shown me a place to rest from all the noise
Structures have seized to grow my Kingdom; wings have taken my agents past time to spread a voice.
As I open my book to sign in a few guests
From the statistics, I exclaim “What a loss!”
Taking the Steps
Water into steam there is no escape only pressure
I’m doing my best to create
But I’m not sure that I can always come up to the level
I wander if I fed my mind the right foods
Or am I compromised by malnutrition
Sometimes I stop and listen to the healthful words
The same ears that hear scripture can take in the perverse
The same tongue that can pronounce and expound the depths of prose
Seems to be tangle in the rain forest depths of rage and curse
So I step back and try to really evaluate the situation
I want to write poetry full time, make that an occupation
No one wants to pay to read words written by unlettered men
But as far as I’m concerned I’m a poetic veteran
I mean every part of my being every fiber in my soul drives me to write
And where I seem to be lacking I asked God for insight
And I seek out the knowledge really devour a textbook
Insight and wisdom seem to come in a texture
The depths of which are only part of my lecture
I knew that I would be doing something different
When I used to rap with my friends
We could all make rhymes but mine would never end
I thought something was wrong
I wanted to go on and on
I didn’t want to limit my freestyle to a 3 min song
And now I’m checking myself everyday for the proof
Am I really a poet or just quite an aloof
The only way to know is to come off the stoop
Start writing down my lyrics straight off the roof
I got some pain and some losses I might not recoup
Slam poetry for the people they all want a def jam
Personally I’m just trying to help by taking the steps man
Copper30
Liquid Pollen
It’s like the poets mind runs laps
Without a lack of words
His mind is still stuck on yesterday’s crap
Walking with jay almost got in a scrap
Sitting at the table the whole body collapse
“I’ll never let you down”
I’ll never lose timing
Hands in the pockets
I never go stymie
And if the approach is wrong
Well
Just try me
Things happen for a reason
Whether false or true
They come into the culture
What more can you do
You can’t let go once it captures you
You give it what it needs till it relaxes you
Wake up on your friends couch
Like what did I do?
Now you know the feeling of
Not one but two
Because I personally am nothing without you
And this is the combination of the strangest kind
Really this is the combination of the dangerous kind
When the poet and Moet begin to rhyme
Now tell me that’s not cross pollination
And ill show you the proof in my adaptation
Copper30
AFTER MY VERY LAST BREATH
I’m trapped in a house with no windows, the door lurched insanely. In this room no light penetrates. From far I can here the owner’s steps fading away. The keys, as it seems, are hanging loosely in his hands – the medium of freedom being taken away from my tenure as far as I can neither tell nor speculate!
Chains are heavy, clinging tight on my limbs. This rooms is madly quiet and the darkness so immense, I could feel it creeping against my skin – or was it?
I could hear my own heart beating with a thud I thought would split my chest – or was it some fear in me?
No comfort completely; just an angry presence – so I wasn’t all alone; at least not in my outside world coz inside I was empty like a coffin 6 feet under after ten years!
With absolutely no hope, I just waited!
MC Qham
GABRIELLE
Live up to me
You got me filled like the Holy Ghost working in me
Emotions shining bright
My soul eager to see the light
Of joy, through a spectrum that’s deep
Reflecting on your architecture and sure you’re hip
Can I show you my naked emotions? Affectionate ambitions?
Savor (value) of my heart, your memories my minds’ daily devotion
Just a small portion?
The portrait I painted is more than any memory can fade
‘Twas such a short span of time, yet a large creation my mind made.
If I could just trace you without the help of a professional artist
I could be amongst the honored, simply lucky!
But that shouldn’t be the platform of loosing hope,
Coz you live with me, at the far corner of my soul.
Morning sunshine flooding on me like flood lights in a stadium,
Looking so bright like a vicar on a podium.
Smiling, as memories unfold.
The sun shines on me because today is my lucky day
Hands of fate tender to me as I hold them.
The sun shines to enlighten your beauty
Its rays reflected by your skin, only to unleash hidden marks of further beauty.
A beauty so complete like the face of life in death.
God’s art and design in you so complex.
I’m now afraid of reminiscing, afraid of flashing memories
Coz as rain hits hard on the earth and lift light soil.
Your memories hit me so hard, parts of my soul just blow away.
Was it the PRIDE in me for you that made you go away?
Will the pain of loosing you die away day by day?
Mediocrity in its harshest on me;
Creeds of prose trickle with every motion of this pen.
Emotions betrayed by the vigor of this game.
Was the white dove I saw come from heaven?
Did it come with the fragrance of vague apologies?
Did it bring with it a message of deliberate escape?
Does the chirpings of the birds of the air compose your written songs of analogous lame apologies?
And will the last drop of pain die away with the last crumb of your memory?
Will the angel in you turn black with the evil that you portrayed?
MC Qham
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