Thursday, March 27, 2008

Absolutely Nothing (Freestyle)

Books I read teach how to release grief. Got strength in my knees so I'm standing on my feet. Walking for Miles as if I'm Aaron, not Langford, Keith. And these brothas are wanting beef. Got the alarm by my head in case my bed falls asleep. Your time I'm buying and these poems are your receipt. I kind of repeat. My time I'm bidding with these poems. Only pens and your receipt. I like shots to the rim when I'm listening to the beat.
And I can't stop writing freestyles. Stick to my ribs like decals. The lights are dim. I see the rim. I'm on the rebound. And I'm doing things never seen. You're wondering how. Absent-minded brotha. 27 and going senile. Annoyed by the people. Avoiding all these hoes. My girl's from Florida. Told her I'd be her Tim Tebow. The admission. The experience. A three-word sentence. Inherit a gift of value if you're willing to pay the price. Aforementioned eight words. Great moments. Your love life.
Precise flights place me in state like Tennesse with my friend Genevieve . Thoughts like women. It Depends if the center bleeds. My pen is deep, like my voice when I speak. Exercise to write all night when the sinners creep. The truth amongst all lies. So deaf when the pretenders preach. Follow the footsteps. Finger prints. Identities is what the pen'll leave.
Stopped in the street. I greet KCPD when I speed. Common sense intercedes, speaks to me when I sleep. Words and speech run with legs like the centipede. I'll sell you things. Ship them off like Ebay. Sport dreams like Eastbay. Run it back. Instant replay. Arrogance is a trap. Forget to send it back, sort of like your rebate. We play the game, like Keno. Heroes impersonate zeroes. I'm black like Nino--or Brown. Find me like Nemo on the steeple, watching Steve-O on the TiVo. We know colors. Blue. Black. Purple. Green. I'm writing. I'm boxing. Punches like toxic. I'm an animal with the mandible. Your obnoxious esophogus. Minutes beyond the 31st. Expired tags. I ride in that dirty hearse. I might die of thirst, for wanting to be the best. Command respect. Nothing less than the first. When worse becomes worst, I put in work. The pay back like tithes and offering in the church. My girl wears the skirt. Eat the sight up like dessert. I warn her like Kurt. Priceless is her worth. My job has the perks. I observe and converse. I've stolen your time. Money in a purse. So many words devoid of definitively saying something. The pen is the ventriloquist. It does the talking. I'm saying absolutely nothing.
--EOB.

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