Custom Kicks Fit perfectly, It’s a New Era True indeed/
Cash still rules everything, Things ain’t changed since 93/
True, a couple OG’s done layed they selves down to rest in peace/
Gettin that good eternal sleep/
Pass on ‘em like Drew Brees/
Shakin’ up they wack D/
The Richest One Percent still got the most Cheese/
they still making rules to keep us on a short Leash/
Handcuffed by Penalties and Banking Fees/
soon they’ll Ring us on Up, for the Air we Breathe/
I’m sure you’ve heard the stories, bout when the Drinking Water was Free/
Now they surcharge on the Waste flowing down the sink/
Wow, You Ain’t Okie Dokin’ me/
already charged us to bathe and Drink/
On top of that, it Cost Me, less to fill the V with Hi-C/
I’m bout to walk it out on those SOB’s/
got my funds lookin like Pipes do in a hard Freeze/
Goverment can effin suck a D/
Ain’t no more Discussin’ G/
Grinding till the Break Like PMD/
Good Die Mostly over BS, But while I ain't Deceased/
Gotta get this Cream by any Means/
Stack Money, STack Money, STack Mo' Cheese/
Stack Money, Stack Money, Stack mo' Cheese...
D. Abshire
November 12th, 2009~4:13a.m.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Random B.S. 8
Start perfectin my flow by checking the processes mo'/
Keep spittin that raw, rule out what's affecting it though/
The MC that kicks rhymes, cuz I just love the art form/
It's raining whack MC's & I ain't started the storm/
Just a bunch of talentless beat riders, YOU could call'em porn/
Cuz they look good and entice you, but the rhthyms seemin' worn/
giving Up the Fuck faces they practiced from night to morn/
but the seimen's all dried up & they done worn out both arms/
D. Abshire
~2:33am
Oct. 30th, 2009
Keep spittin that raw, rule out what's affecting it though/
The MC that kicks rhymes, cuz I just love the art form/
It's raining whack MC's & I ain't started the storm/
Just a bunch of talentless beat riders, YOU could call'em porn/
Cuz they look good and entice you, but the rhthyms seemin' worn/
giving Up the Fuck faces they practiced from night to morn/
but the seimen's all dried up & they done worn out both arms/
D. Abshire
~2:33am
Oct. 30th, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Random B.S. 7 (Keep On Pushing)
Proof right there that we all can make it/
Stay positive, stay grindin', stay focused and not faded/
Whether a soldier, book hustler or Music Maven/
Sky ain't the limit, it'll go where you can take it/
too many feel degraded, but like the dow you can change it/
Invest time and your money in what you believe/
Not just another card comin unsewn out the sleeve/
start with the foundation, realize your own dreams/
without the tripple beams/
No hole in Mom's heart, nothing for her to reject/
no atrial septal or ventricular defect/
take a fresh breath like a first step, automatically seal the seams/
raise your conditioning up to par, your state of being to pristine/
keep marching, one foot at a time, it ain't as hard as it seems...
David A. Abshire
"Wyzdom360° "
August 19th, 2009
Stay positive, stay grindin', stay focused and not faded/
Whether a soldier, book hustler or Music Maven/
Sky ain't the limit, it'll go where you can take it/
too many feel degraded, but like the dow you can change it/
Invest time and your money in what you believe/
Not just another card comin unsewn out the sleeve/
start with the foundation, realize your own dreams/
without the tripple beams/
No hole in Mom's heart, nothing for her to reject/
no atrial septal or ventricular defect/
take a fresh breath like a first step, automatically seal the seams/
raise your conditioning up to par, your state of being to pristine/
keep marching, one foot at a time, it ain't as hard as it seems...
David A. Abshire
"Wyzdom360° "
August 19th, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Random B.S. 6(Trash or Treasure)
You say those're skinny jeans, but they just some skin tight culottes/
Might as well be rockin tights, but you swearin' you hot/
You a jerk alright, nuts smashed up on your belt buckle/
gon eff around, catch a hernia, trying to be cooler then Bryant Gumble/
That's an epic fail, a Leon Lett type of fumble/
5 years from now you gonna look back, Like what the Eff was I rockin?/
5 years from now I'm gon know, the eff that I was watchin/
a Damn fool dressed like a broad, rockin' skate shoes and a Leotard/
Showin your draws don't make you hard, 200lb men shouldn't dress like that/
Wife beaters neither, nobody wanna see your belly fat/
all overemphasized and hanging out, what happened to dressin with class?/
patterns are cool when you pull it off, but damn, the colors gotta match/
that's not just an opinion, that's a matter of fact/
styles recycle every 10 years, not everything's classic, some are fads/
I guess it's true what some say, some people's treasure is the next man's trash/
D. Abshire
August 12th, 2009~9:53pm
Might as well be rockin tights, but you swearin' you hot/
You a jerk alright, nuts smashed up on your belt buckle/
gon eff around, catch a hernia, trying to be cooler then Bryant Gumble/
That's an epic fail, a Leon Lett type of fumble/
5 years from now you gonna look back, Like what the Eff was I rockin?/
5 years from now I'm gon know, the eff that I was watchin/
a Damn fool dressed like a broad, rockin' skate shoes and a Leotard/
Showin your draws don't make you hard, 200lb men shouldn't dress like that/
Wife beaters neither, nobody wanna see your belly fat/
all overemphasized and hanging out, what happened to dressin with class?/
patterns are cool when you pull it off, but damn, the colors gotta match/
that's not just an opinion, that's a matter of fact/
styles recycle every 10 years, not everything's classic, some are fads/
I guess it's true what some say, some people's treasure is the next man's trash/
D. Abshire
August 12th, 2009~9:53pm
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The Ramble Preamble:
This ain't the end of the road/
too much to work on, grip too tight to let go/
Head focused on the prize, won't let you gass me like petro/
cellebrate the end of the day though/
Toast me like the president with a shot full of pe'tron/
can't stay still long folk, Man, my thoughts like to roam/
pen the message as I catch it, more like Catch and release/
snatch up some fuel for the fire, comfortable kicks as I pound the concrete/
rhymin off of counter tops, or walking through the streets/
Stay large as a Panda in my LRG's and SB's/
Switching up the uniform for the new Dundees in Dungarees/
End Goal ain't the vortex of being a neighborhood legend/
Ain't no hill stoppin the path of where I'm steppin/
Yeah I got a lil' sidetracked, but I also got, a lil head while I'm confessin/
The Love I'm professin', devoted to HipHop/
Man HipHop ain't dead just because ya'll stopped/
How could it be, If you cut me I still bleed/
and if it's still red, that means I'm still living/
stop blaming the next man for your horrible decisions/
they call it purchasing power for a reason, that's why knowledge is just a symptom/
the remedy is gaining wisdom/
the structure of the building, we should all make ours more sturdy/
I really shouldn't be addicted to Kick coppin, but I'm barely in my 30's/
Don't know who's worse about it, Chuck, Skipp, Skratchere, Me or 7eventhirty/
but anyway, Let's get back to our Roots like Tygah Woods,
and back to showtime like Magic and James Worthy/
D. Abshire
August 9th, 2009~4:24am
too much to work on, grip too tight to let go/
Head focused on the prize, won't let you gass me like petro/
cellebrate the end of the day though/
Toast me like the president with a shot full of pe'tron/
can't stay still long folk, Man, my thoughts like to roam/
pen the message as I catch it, more like Catch and release/
snatch up some fuel for the fire, comfortable kicks as I pound the concrete/
rhymin off of counter tops, or walking through the streets/
Stay large as a Panda in my LRG's and SB's/
Switching up the uniform for the new Dundees in Dungarees/
End Goal ain't the vortex of being a neighborhood legend/
Ain't no hill stoppin the path of where I'm steppin/
Yeah I got a lil' sidetracked, but I also got, a lil head while I'm confessin/
The Love I'm professin', devoted to HipHop/
Man HipHop ain't dead just because ya'll stopped/
How could it be, If you cut me I still bleed/
and if it's still red, that means I'm still living/
stop blaming the next man for your horrible decisions/
they call it purchasing power for a reason, that's why knowledge is just a symptom/
the remedy is gaining wisdom/
the structure of the building, we should all make ours more sturdy/
I really shouldn't be addicted to Kick coppin, but I'm barely in my 30's/
Don't know who's worse about it, Chuck, Skipp, Skratchere, Me or 7eventhirty/
but anyway, Let's get back to our Roots like Tygah Woods,
and back to showtime like Magic and James Worthy/
D. Abshire
August 9th, 2009~4:24am
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Heaven Sent(My verse for the song with Kams and Swelly)
"Yo I'm feelin it Kamms...Check me out...." (said on the intro to my part)
The Beat's Intelligent/
the Rhymes are Heaven Sent/
Truly a Blessing, Rockin' this Heavenly/
Swelly the Swell Emcee/
and of Course the 2nd Element/
Understood, Co captains w/o the Captions/
My soul responded to this beat, said "Dave...it's time for some action"/
Ain't had to do no Askin'/
knew right away it wasn't bout braggin/
or gun clappin & pants saggin/
Breathe in air Deeply, fresh like Autumn snow in Aspen/
Since Simple Minds want beats, this one leaves the truth flashin'/
How Great the world can be, You can Just imagine/
Skin color's only skin Deep, Yo, the Spirit's longer Lastin'/
Is Brother your Skin Color or is it state of Mind?,
Marinate on that one time or more if you have to rewind/
cuz that's what's Happnin'/
What's your Ration-al???
D.Abshire
July 16th, 2009~11:58pm
The Beat's Intelligent/
the Rhymes are Heaven Sent/
Truly a Blessing, Rockin' this Heavenly/
Swelly the Swell Emcee/
and of Course the 2nd Element/
Understood, Co captains w/o the Captions/
My soul responded to this beat, said "Dave...it's time for some action"/
Ain't had to do no Askin'/
knew right away it wasn't bout braggin/
or gun clappin & pants saggin/
Breathe in air Deeply, fresh like Autumn snow in Aspen/
Since Simple Minds want beats, this one leaves the truth flashin'/
How Great the world can be, You can Just imagine/
Skin color's only skin Deep, Yo, the Spirit's longer Lastin'/
Is Brother your Skin Color or is it state of Mind?,
Marinate on that one time or more if you have to rewind/
cuz that's what's Happnin'/
What's your Ration-al???
D.Abshire
July 16th, 2009~11:58pm
Friday, June 26, 2009
Random B.S. 5 (Brain Power)
Though I'm usually on a conscious tip/
I'll be honest, LIke Common Sense/
Not a Zombie, But I like gettin Brain from a chick/
If I get it, might give it, so what's wrong with it???/
be like Tag, Your In/
let the games begin/
I'm takin a break, claim the face, cuz I aim for the chin/
got me reeling for this highlight, it's a TPN/
top play Nominee, Like on Espn/
Now I could beat up the Cho-chi & leave it looking like a Roast Beef sammich/
Step back for a minute, feelin so Mannish/
you bent over the bed which is so my standard/
it's your favorite, legs shakin, like you can't stand it/
but we can make this, last longer, time'll get expanded/
if you knock it out first, like it's out the park/
take a load off our minds, DEVINE, rewind
and I'll remove your cool like it's a cross my heart/
Baby......I cross my Heart!!! I swear...
D. Abshire
June 27th, 2009
~12:30 a.m.
I'll be honest, LIke Common Sense/
Not a Zombie, But I like gettin Brain from a chick/
If I get it, might give it, so what's wrong with it???/
be like Tag, Your In/
let the games begin/
I'm takin a break, claim the face, cuz I aim for the chin/
got me reeling for this highlight, it's a TPN/
top play Nominee, Like on Espn/
Now I could beat up the Cho-chi & leave it looking like a Roast Beef sammich/
Step back for a minute, feelin so Mannish/
you bent over the bed which is so my standard/
it's your favorite, legs shakin, like you can't stand it/
but we can make this, last longer, time'll get expanded/
if you knock it out first, like it's out the park/
take a load off our minds, DEVINE, rewind
and I'll remove your cool like it's a cross my heart/
Baby......I cross my Heart!!! I swear...
D. Abshire
June 27th, 2009
~12:30 a.m.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
SouthCoast Slums:
Times are slow, not enough business, got let go/
the fight goes on, better believe it's perpetual/
retro, hell no, trying to produce productively/
Find a job that pays the bills, plus allows me to be/
Musician with Cool vision, plus not too heavy on the grief/
this Dude fishin, tools glisten, I got whatchu need/
gotta achieve finding my outlet for my mental seeds/
thoughts like GZA's rhymes, travel@ tremendous speeds, sent out through the speak's/
Yo, truth be told, I'd work a non-profit/
Some consider spittin rhymes as a Hobby, not as logic/
some consider 360 a prophet, others view as object/
can't let that float my head, stay focused and on topic/
Failure's not an option, the world needs our visions/
Soundclash and Soundbomb, till it sets of sprinkler systems/
Whether the Mic's off or on, I've made the right provisions/
gotta get the message to these slums, make better all the symptoms/
Whether freestyle or written, you can here it in our spittin'/
Like my Man Skipp there's even a message in my driftin/
so as I pound the concrete, lookin' for what must be done/
I'm giving hope and a voice to these South Coast Slums/
D. Abshire
"Wyzdom360"
June 14th, 2009
the fight goes on, better believe it's perpetual/
retro, hell no, trying to produce productively/
Find a job that pays the bills, plus allows me to be/
Musician with Cool vision, plus not too heavy on the grief/
this Dude fishin, tools glisten, I got whatchu need/
gotta achieve finding my outlet for my mental seeds/
thoughts like GZA's rhymes, travel@ tremendous speeds, sent out through the speak's/
Yo, truth be told, I'd work a non-profit/
Some consider spittin rhymes as a Hobby, not as logic/
some consider 360 a prophet, others view as object/
can't let that float my head, stay focused and on topic/
Failure's not an option, the world needs our visions/
Soundclash and Soundbomb, till it sets of sprinkler systems/
Whether the Mic's off or on, I've made the right provisions/
gotta get the message to these slums, make better all the symptoms/
Whether freestyle or written, you can here it in our spittin'/
Like my Man Skipp there's even a message in my driftin/
so as I pound the concrete, lookin' for what must be done/
I'm giving hope and a voice to these South Coast Slums/
D. Abshire
"Wyzdom360"
June 14th, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Random B.S. 4:
For those of you, who are too cool for school/
or too cool to move/
come on, get shown how to get it in by this dude/
just raise one arm to the sky my friend/
move yo' hand, like you ya biggest fan/
fan yo'self my Man/
that speaks volumes, conserves on the rest of the oxygen/
for the rest of the cats that's singing along, vibin, and chimin' in/
we get to spittin, keep it hittin for all the HipHop heads/
Eff promoters who's motored by bank roles instead/
Some of us get it poppin, for the spread Love doctrine/
Cuz each one teach one, ain't seemin to be ya'lls posture/
Nor the way you rockin, Ya'll talk too much to be mobsters/
smellin' fish like Lobsters, sunkin cloudy eyed tuna/
Maybe you'd have a clue bruh, if you'd get off the damn computer/
Stealin' yo funk from Rooster, and Andre 3 Stacks/
Claimin' you run this here, but you ain't recieved 3 placks/
keep fakin,3 black impala's comin' ta getcha/
Move from around us lil' dudes, ya need to pray and read ya scriptures/
They ain't gon' be needin' a catcher to be the pitcher/
get the picture???/
They gon' be comin' to deal witcha....
D. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360°
June 2nd, 2009~1:30a.m.
or too cool to move/
come on, get shown how to get it in by this dude/
just raise one arm to the sky my friend/
move yo' hand, like you ya biggest fan/
fan yo'self my Man/
that speaks volumes, conserves on the rest of the oxygen/
for the rest of the cats that's singing along, vibin, and chimin' in/
we get to spittin, keep it hittin for all the HipHop heads/
Eff promoters who's motored by bank roles instead/
Some of us get it poppin, for the spread Love doctrine/
Cuz each one teach one, ain't seemin to be ya'lls posture/
Nor the way you rockin, Ya'll talk too much to be mobsters/
smellin' fish like Lobsters, sunkin cloudy eyed tuna/
Maybe you'd have a clue bruh, if you'd get off the damn computer/
Stealin' yo funk from Rooster, and Andre 3 Stacks/
Claimin' you run this here, but you ain't recieved 3 placks/
keep fakin,3 black impala's comin' ta getcha/
Move from around us lil' dudes, ya need to pray and read ya scriptures/
They ain't gon' be needin' a catcher to be the pitcher/
get the picture???/
They gon' be comin' to deal witcha....
D. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360°
June 2nd, 2009~1:30a.m.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Random B.S. 3:
Change Pennants, if ya don't know what you scrimmage for/
This Hoss still a man like a Cenataur/
w/the malificent I been at war/
I finish Thorr, chope Zeus' head off when I'm bored/
the Data's Raw, Long list of Battle Scars/
Battle Cats w/swords, Scare me none you ugly bunch of Skelators/
betta have it on your mind if you came to Brawl/
10 men enter, 9 ain't on my side, they all shall fall/
Catch the Message better than Blondie, way fresher than the analog/
pressure's got your temples going bald/
relax young grasshopper, take breaths,
stop making mountains outta things so small/
let it pass propper, schtick poppin not an option,
unclench your fist all balled/
Rubbin me raw, I ain't a genie and your wish is gone/
Peaceful man by nature, but you pushin buttons wrong/
Kick coppin, Spread Love Doctrine,
Blossumed from the breath of God/
Being me the easiest part,
gaining your status back and beating me, the longest yard/
Even if Herschel Walk, be on guard/
from point of Start, the levels hard/
Be forewarned/
David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360
of
The Congre'Gation
This Hoss still a man like a Cenataur/
w/the malificent I been at war/
I finish Thorr, chope Zeus' head off when I'm bored/
the Data's Raw, Long list of Battle Scars/
Battle Cats w/swords, Scare me none you ugly bunch of Skelators/
betta have it on your mind if you came to Brawl/
10 men enter, 9 ain't on my side, they all shall fall/
Catch the Message better than Blondie, way fresher than the analog/
pressure's got your temples going bald/
relax young grasshopper, take breaths,
stop making mountains outta things so small/
let it pass propper, schtick poppin not an option,
unclench your fist all balled/
Rubbin me raw, I ain't a genie and your wish is gone/
Peaceful man by nature, but you pushin buttons wrong/
Kick coppin, Spread Love Doctrine,
Blossumed from the breath of God/
Being me the easiest part,
gaining your status back and beating me, the longest yard/
Even if Herschel Walk, be on guard/
from point of Start, the levels hard/
Be forewarned/
David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360
of
The Congre'Gation
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Subway to Heaven: 17th Street in my mind
Into girls with big Asses, Cute Smiles and Nice Kicks/
Gotta be something for me to write this/
Love the way those LRG's huggin her hips/
Something about the way she let her Yankee hat tip/
Mesmerized, no lie, her glance game was so sick/
saw'er on the subway, Normaly takes 5 minutes, felt like a week long trip/
Straight Graphitti with PHat letters, man her thighs were so thick/
she was bumpin Mp3's, made me wonder what kinda Hits/
was it something from DownSouth, or was it straight from the Bridge/
was it contemporary classics, or was it a house mix/
was it RedHot Chilli peppers, or was she bumpin the kid?/
I had to ask her right quick, smoothly walked up and introduced/
Said Hey my name's David, figured I'd speak the truth/
she followed with her name, convo opened like a coup/
interjecting high intrigue, she loved cooking too/
she was a sous Chef at Emeril's in Vegas for a while/
I had to lean back, say word?, straight driving me sorta wild/
Magnetic type of smile, my brain was running miles/
the train came to a stop, the digits she handed out/
had me cheezin for a moment, watching her exit the turnstyle/
She had me Gone...BX stop in 2 miles...
David A. Abshire
May 6th, 2009~11:05pm
Gotta be something for me to write this/
Love the way those LRG's huggin her hips/
Something about the way she let her Yankee hat tip/
Mesmerized, no lie, her glance game was so sick/
saw'er on the subway, Normaly takes 5 minutes, felt like a week long trip/
Straight Graphitti with PHat letters, man her thighs were so thick/
she was bumpin Mp3's, made me wonder what kinda Hits/
was it something from DownSouth, or was it straight from the Bridge/
was it contemporary classics, or was it a house mix/
was it RedHot Chilli peppers, or was she bumpin the kid?/
I had to ask her right quick, smoothly walked up and introduced/
Said Hey my name's David, figured I'd speak the truth/
she followed with her name, convo opened like a coup/
interjecting high intrigue, she loved cooking too/
she was a sous Chef at Emeril's in Vegas for a while/
I had to lean back, say word?, straight driving me sorta wild/
Magnetic type of smile, my brain was running miles/
the train came to a stop, the digits she handed out/
had me cheezin for a moment, watching her exit the turnstyle/
She had me Gone...BX stop in 2 miles...
David A. Abshire
May 6th, 2009~11:05pm
Friday, April 24, 2009
Random B.S. 2:
Gettin Trapped by the streets???/
Nuh uhn, never me/
Astonishing, my Mutt Pedegree/
Get highest on my music, school of life, gained degree/
No trouble finding me, Look, the lessons weren't cheap/
2 jobs, cooking and rhyming, Payed my dues, no finders fee/
Got eyes of Riddick, faults admitted, there's no blinding me/
Ain't necessary to Day 26'it, Listen how I spit it, chill's how life can be/
Spit facts on hot wax, till I rest in Peace/
like my brother Bionik, get so fly, grow some of the finest wings/
Play my lines to a second line when I'm lying to rest,rest assured my Minds at ease/
Go find your Peace/
And to all my fellow Emcees, Keep cypherin to the finest Beats...
David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360°
April 24th, 2009~2:06am
Nuh uhn, never me/
Astonishing, my Mutt Pedegree/
Get highest on my music, school of life, gained degree/
No trouble finding me, Look, the lessons weren't cheap/
2 jobs, cooking and rhyming, Payed my dues, no finders fee/
Got eyes of Riddick, faults admitted, there's no blinding me/
Ain't necessary to Day 26'it, Listen how I spit it, chill's how life can be/
Spit facts on hot wax, till I rest in Peace/
like my brother Bionik, get so fly, grow some of the finest wings/
Play my lines to a second line when I'm lying to rest,rest assured my Minds at ease/
Go find your Peace/
And to all my fellow Emcees, Keep cypherin to the finest Beats...
David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360°
April 24th, 2009~2:06am
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Note to Naeem:
What's good Brother?...Just stoppin through/
Sending out Peace and blessings to all that have a chance to view/
Love is Love and it's Possible/
Flat Lands finest back on your page/
rockin my phrase, flowin with Savion Glover's grace/
How you makin' it these days?/
Over here it's Koolaid/
Festival International's just a week away/
We gon' be playin the small stage, by the parking garage/
Last day of festival, Wish you could fall through and Sound Bomb/
Mad people gon' be out, projecting good vibes/
All the way Live, with Kabuki Crew Dancers/
While they gon' be dancin, we'll be using our Cadence to convey propper cander/
give em the propper Gander/
not just promotin' Proppaganda/
Much Respect to the Mile High, Come on, I know we got they hands up/
(Just a message I wrote to Naeem Oba...If you don't know who is, you need to check yourself, then check him out...)
www.myspace.com/naeemoba1
Check out Whygee too while you're at it...
www.myspace.com/whygee
360°
Sending out Peace and blessings to all that have a chance to view/
Love is Love and it's Possible/
Flat Lands finest back on your page/
rockin my phrase, flowin with Savion Glover's grace/
How you makin' it these days?/
Over here it's Koolaid/
Festival International's just a week away/
We gon' be playin the small stage, by the parking garage/
Last day of festival, Wish you could fall through and Sound Bomb/
Mad people gon' be out, projecting good vibes/
All the way Live, with Kabuki Crew Dancers/
While they gon' be dancin, we'll be using our Cadence to convey propper cander/
give em the propper Gander/
not just promotin' Proppaganda/
Much Respect to the Mile High, Come on, I know we got they hands up/
(Just a message I wrote to Naeem Oba...If you don't know who is, you need to check yourself, then check him out...)
www.myspace.com/naeemoba1
Check out Whygee too while you're at it...
www.myspace.com/whygee
360°
Thursday, March 26, 2009
When the Sun Sets: (Circa 2001)
As the Sun Sets
Deep Passionate swirls of blood reds, pale yellows and Pinks
Causes me to think
of Mind sex, we've shared like wordplay
that carums from page to page
off of the holy books
take a look
Your soul is as strong as the psalms out of the bible
and the Surrahs out of the Qu'Ran
Playing in my mind like poems and songs
comes an irrepressible fate
Not the Devils playmate, yet mine
Our lips intertwined like vines, cause you are sweet and devine like ruby red grapes
Put them to my lips, I Love the taste
so much, as such
I promise I could eat you straight off of the plate
Fill me to the tip, top of the brim with passionate fever
never thought other than sickness could make
but my vision is clear not opaque, nor clouded
how did the devine create someone almost his equal
I'm not waiting for the prequel or the sequel
for it would never measure up at the same rate
or the same pace
Hold on by the seat of your britches when we talk
take this mental walk with me
through this bliss shining bright like mental gems and stars
Looking into the distance, from my car, but not too far away from this place
Steamy tempered feelings of blood pumping
electricity, charging, rumping
with the beat thumping hard but yet so softly...
Peace of mind from veins and brain can only be achieved
by coupling you and me
You see
when I touch your skin
Or hug you from the rear, it is only then
that the only fear that I fear
and share with anyone else, is never ever being able to be with you here again
in the same happy completion of solidarity, surely sobriety from no anxiety
and from clarity of us understanding where each of us stand
almost as if we are really good old friends
yet this is not the end and only where we began
Cause when I say we, I mean as in I'm not your man
but yet we share something so intimate without ever being derobed
always are we clothed when we go so deeply inside each other's souls
so much that when I have to say goodbye
it makes me want to cry
shed tears of joy, shed fears destroyed
thank you for making me feel like a man in this estranged world
Letting me make you feel like a woman, instead of me a boy and you a girl
Sure I might make you feel whimsical like running through small meadows
Maybe it's because I don't come across like any other fellow thespians
best we be friends before lovers in such an order
that you have to date before marriage, and married before fathers and mothers
Hopefully you are not sothered by the way I want to have you all to myself
When we talk of views on reality, down to past realtionships or whipped cream
and the way it turns you on still has me thinking of ways to achieve
better and better, ways of making you wetter and wetter
basically just making you pleased
I don't know you all that well, but from what I can tell
You are able to rock the bells like LL or even Run DMC
Your Chocolate skin calls to me
Let me be the vanilla or ream in the coffee bean of your choice
Like I said about making you moist like Duncan Hines
Sublime like the ephiphany I experienced when we first met
all will come freely, come to the center of stage like Emcees
I bet
When the Sun Sets
David Anthony Abshire
April 9th, 2001
(this poem was written a while ago, but I find it to be one of my favorite dissertations...I'm quite fond of this one indeed...)
Deep Passionate swirls of blood reds, pale yellows and Pinks
Causes me to think
of Mind sex, we've shared like wordplay
that carums from page to page
off of the holy books
take a look
Your soul is as strong as the psalms out of the bible
and the Surrahs out of the Qu'Ran
Playing in my mind like poems and songs
comes an irrepressible fate
Not the Devils playmate, yet mine
Our lips intertwined like vines, cause you are sweet and devine like ruby red grapes
Put them to my lips, I Love the taste
so much, as such
I promise I could eat you straight off of the plate
Fill me to the tip, top of the brim with passionate fever
never thought other than sickness could make
but my vision is clear not opaque, nor clouded
how did the devine create someone almost his equal
I'm not waiting for the prequel or the sequel
for it would never measure up at the same rate
or the same pace
Hold on by the seat of your britches when we talk
take this mental walk with me
through this bliss shining bright like mental gems and stars
Looking into the distance, from my car, but not too far away from this place
Steamy tempered feelings of blood pumping
electricity, charging, rumping
with the beat thumping hard but yet so softly...
Peace of mind from veins and brain can only be achieved
by coupling you and me
You see
when I touch your skin
Or hug you from the rear, it is only then
that the only fear that I fear
and share with anyone else, is never ever being able to be with you here again
in the same happy completion of solidarity, surely sobriety from no anxiety
and from clarity of us understanding where each of us stand
almost as if we are really good old friends
yet this is not the end and only where we began
Cause when I say we, I mean as in I'm not your man
but yet we share something so intimate without ever being derobed
always are we clothed when we go so deeply inside each other's souls
so much that when I have to say goodbye
it makes me want to cry
shed tears of joy, shed fears destroyed
thank you for making me feel like a man in this estranged world
Letting me make you feel like a woman, instead of me a boy and you a girl
Sure I might make you feel whimsical like running through small meadows
Maybe it's because I don't come across like any other fellow thespians
best we be friends before lovers in such an order
that you have to date before marriage, and married before fathers and mothers
Hopefully you are not sothered by the way I want to have you all to myself
When we talk of views on reality, down to past realtionships or whipped cream
and the way it turns you on still has me thinking of ways to achieve
better and better, ways of making you wetter and wetter
basically just making you pleased
I don't know you all that well, but from what I can tell
You are able to rock the bells like LL or even Run DMC
Your Chocolate skin calls to me
Let me be the vanilla or ream in the coffee bean of your choice
Like I said about making you moist like Duncan Hines
Sublime like the ephiphany I experienced when we first met
all will come freely, come to the center of stage like Emcees
I bet
When the Sun Sets
David Anthony Abshire
April 9th, 2001
(this poem was written a while ago, but I find it to be one of my favorite dissertations...I'm quite fond of this one indeed...)
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Future Generations (My verse on LyriKill's song)
Can't Call it, it's the same ol' same/
Got me asking myself, "Is the World Gon' Change?/
Ain't knowing how the world got this way/
all I know is that we got to pray/
There's a lot at Stake/
Make futures possible, for The common folk, Yo let's dodge this rain/
can't get soaked, no joke, Grow feathers and fly like Planes/
can't be stopped by obstacles, got drive like Trains/
life blood flowing through our veins/
Stood in Line cuz I believed in the Game/
My family's got the right mindframe/
Me and my Sister and my cousins Voted for Obama/
but so did my Daddoo and my Mama/
did what we needed, got to business and researched the topics/
Health care, housing markets/
shame is normal people made themselves a target/
make fiscally wise decisions/
don't count on Congress to make the right provisions/
rabid chimps too busy politic'in/
to even straighten out our stimulus package/
so they divert the media to a cartoonist on abstract shit/
it's a shame, The President's still judged on his Blackness/
But Dead that, we gon' be proactive/
Stay Humble, stay grindin, and you'll see what happens/
D. AbshireFebruary 21st, 2009~10:50pm
Got me asking myself, "Is the World Gon' Change?/
Ain't knowing how the world got this way/
all I know is that we got to pray/
There's a lot at Stake/
Make futures possible, for The common folk, Yo let's dodge this rain/
can't get soaked, no joke, Grow feathers and fly like Planes/
can't be stopped by obstacles, got drive like Trains/
life blood flowing through our veins/
Stood in Line cuz I believed in the Game/
My family's got the right mindframe/
Me and my Sister and my cousins Voted for Obama/
but so did my Daddoo and my Mama/
did what we needed, got to business and researched the topics/
Health care, housing markets/
shame is normal people made themselves a target/
make fiscally wise decisions/
don't count on Congress to make the right provisions/
rabid chimps too busy politic'in/
to even straighten out our stimulus package/
so they divert the media to a cartoonist on abstract shit/
it's a shame, The President's still judged on his Blackness/
But Dead that, we gon' be proactive/
Stay Humble, stay grindin, and you'll see what happens/
D. AbshireFebruary 21st, 2009~10:50pm
Monday, February 9, 2009
Just a thought that popped into my head during my Daily Readings.... (Old Blog that I found)
Friday, November 03, 2006
Just a thought that popped into my head during my Daily Readings....
"It was not through the law that the promise was made to Abraham and his descendants that he would inherit the World, but through the righteousness that comes from Faith"--Romans 4:13
Please bear with me for saying this, but this all stems from me attending "All Saints Day" Mass @ my favorite church Our Lady of Wisdom in Lafayette Louisiana at 5:15pm on Wednesday, November 1st.....I know some of you are familiar with my animosity, better yet my displeasure towards certain self proclaimed Saints Fans I've encountered in my 25 years of being a fan (yes that makes me 4 when I started watching them and Bleeding Black & Gold)...You know, the ones that say they are Fans, ie Fanatics, ie will route on their team no matter what....skurrrrrrrch...Pump your breaks, cuz this is where my problem rests....They don't have Faith....they don't truly believe in their team no matter what....Or maybe they do have faith some of you might say, and I'll quote what I've heard from the people who's opinions I disagree with "they have faith that they'll find a way to fuck it up".....Woooowwwwwwww....that's all I've got to say to that one....Faith is usually coupled with a thing called positivity, or for that matter a positive mind frame that inherrent good will come from a situation, or even more so that whatever God's will is will be done and it will be for the overall good of the grand scheme of things.....Well, Good and PissPoor attitudes don't go together...sorry to be Debby Downer on this one, but honestly I've come to realize in my 29 years on this earth that more and more by each passing day there has been this rampent build up of Negative mind sets...People who just like to complain, who love to make someone unhappy, who can't enjoy a nice peaceful day and honestly that shit just Harshes my Mellow man.....I've noticed it more so lately working in a Casino for the past year and 2 months in the middle of BFE, but damn....Life is really good, or it would be if you put good into it....Maybe I'm the only person who's ever heard this phrase so I'm going to type it out right now "What you put into something is what you will recieve out of it"...I honestly don't think that can be clarified anymore than it already is....My challenge to all who read this, and that includes myself is to make the effort to put their best foot forward and emit the best vibe possible...Pay it forward so to speak for those of you who've seen that movie....Maybe it's overtly idealistic of me to think that people genuinely want to be happy but might not see the path to happiness or have been unhappy for so long that they can't see being happy as a better option....I might even be off base on this...yes I said it, I might be wrong, but through my thick headedness, I still feel that the more you stay positive the better your life will be....I'm not saying that every day you are alive that you will be in the best of moods, or something really shitty won't happen to you....I'm just suggesting that you look at the silver lining in the clouds, or maybe the smog depending on where your home is located in this world....Take a chance, more than trying it once saying "see I tried it and it didn't work".....Just take a chance trying to think on the lighter side for a good Week, and if possible try to stretch it to a Month....Feel free to email me, message me, or even blow up my comment section on my page...For those of you who have my digits, blow up my celly too...I'd love to know what people experience through this challenge...I honestly wish you all Good tidings and to only endure as little amounts of stress as your heart desires to take on....thanks for listening to my rambling thoughts as I typed it out in total stream of consciousness.....And to the people who I've either A. offended by this, B. will offend when it finally settles into the very anus of your brain, or C. Just don't like my writing style...I appologize for the inconvenience in advance, and I do mean that from the bottom of my heart even if it sounds sarcastic...Cuz Lord Knows I'm obnoxious like Immortal Technique, but this truly wasn't meant to offend.....
Much Love and Respect,
David
Friday, November 3rd, 2006
Just a thought that popped into my head during my Daily Readings....
"It was not through the law that the promise was made to Abraham and his descendants that he would inherit the World, but through the righteousness that comes from Faith"--Romans 4:13
Please bear with me for saying this, but this all stems from me attending "All Saints Day" Mass @ my favorite church Our Lady of Wisdom in Lafayette Louisiana at 5:15pm on Wednesday, November 1st.....I know some of you are familiar with my animosity, better yet my displeasure towards certain self proclaimed Saints Fans I've encountered in my 25 years of being a fan (yes that makes me 4 when I started watching them and Bleeding Black & Gold)...You know, the ones that say they are Fans, ie Fanatics, ie will route on their team no matter what....skurrrrrrrch...Pump your breaks, cuz this is where my problem rests....They don't have Faith....they don't truly believe in their team no matter what....Or maybe they do have faith some of you might say, and I'll quote what I've heard from the people who's opinions I disagree with "they have faith that they'll find a way to fuck it up".....Woooowwwwwwww....that's all I've got to say to that one....Faith is usually coupled with a thing called positivity, or for that matter a positive mind frame that inherrent good will come from a situation, or even more so that whatever God's will is will be done and it will be for the overall good of the grand scheme of things.....Well, Good and PissPoor attitudes don't go together...sorry to be Debby Downer on this one, but honestly I've come to realize in my 29 years on this earth that more and more by each passing day there has been this rampent build up of Negative mind sets...People who just like to complain, who love to make someone unhappy, who can't enjoy a nice peaceful day and honestly that shit just Harshes my Mellow man.....I've noticed it more so lately working in a Casino for the past year and 2 months in the middle of BFE, but damn....Life is really good, or it would be if you put good into it....Maybe I'm the only person who's ever heard this phrase so I'm going to type it out right now "What you put into something is what you will recieve out of it"...I honestly don't think that can be clarified anymore than it already is....My challenge to all who read this, and that includes myself is to make the effort to put their best foot forward and emit the best vibe possible...Pay it forward so to speak for those of you who've seen that movie....Maybe it's overtly idealistic of me to think that people genuinely want to be happy but might not see the path to happiness or have been unhappy for so long that they can't see being happy as a better option....I might even be off base on this...yes I said it, I might be wrong, but through my thick headedness, I still feel that the more you stay positive the better your life will be....I'm not saying that every day you are alive that you will be in the best of moods, or something really shitty won't happen to you....I'm just suggesting that you look at the silver lining in the clouds, or maybe the smog depending on where your home is located in this world....Take a chance, more than trying it once saying "see I tried it and it didn't work".....Just take a chance trying to think on the lighter side for a good Week, and if possible try to stretch it to a Month....Feel free to email me, message me, or even blow up my comment section on my page...For those of you who have my digits, blow up my celly too...I'd love to know what people experience through this challenge...I honestly wish you all Good tidings and to only endure as little amounts of stress as your heart desires to take on....thanks for listening to my rambling thoughts as I typed it out in total stream of consciousness.....And to the people who I've either A. offended by this, B. will offend when it finally settles into the very anus of your brain, or C. Just don't like my writing style...I appologize for the inconvenience in advance, and I do mean that from the bottom of my heart even if it sounds sarcastic...Cuz Lord Knows I'm obnoxious like Immortal Technique, but this truly wasn't meant to offend.....
Much Love and Respect,
David
Friday, November 3rd, 2006
Wishin' for another Morning with you: (Old blog)
Wishin for another morning with you.... Category: Romance and Relationships
What made it change?/
7 days before you even came/
I thought we'd already made it out the rain/
the time I went out there we wuz going through the same thangs/
as I was leaving it was like we was sharing the same brain/
we were of the same mindset/
you cried because you wudn't ready for me to jet yet/
I can't lie, it was nice having you no longer upset/
but that's all retrospect/
New Years together was different/
wasn't like we was riffin/
but at the same time/
a peice of us was missin'/
Not something I'd have ever predicted/
without my intuition/
but then again/
I called it 2 weeks before that/
You swore that/
wasn't your thoughts isn't it odd?/
It's like I was countin all the cards/
saw what was coming before it happened/
I did my best/
told you how blessed I felt you made me/
Now I'm in the middle of addaptin/
feeling all crazy/
can't get mad at you, not like you really played me/
just made me see/
what mattered to me/
it was you, but I had to let my Baby be free/
You say I'm so terrific, so gifted and understanding/
but it's your deep feelings and your planning/
that's got you runnin scared/
got my cubbard bare/
except for the food I used/
to nourish you/
took you whatever, whenever, wherever you wanted to go/
even if I got no sleep/
it was worth it to me though/
cook you breakfeast every morning/
saw love in your eyes when you was yawning/
guess it was just the calm before the storming/
Now a new day is dawning/
guess I just hope I get another chance/
at a peaceful Sunday Morning/
with you/
you, you you/
January 7th, 2007
~8:30pm central
What made it change?/
7 days before you even came/
I thought we'd already made it out the rain/
the time I went out there we wuz going through the same thangs/
as I was leaving it was like we was sharing the same brain/
we were of the same mindset/
you cried because you wudn't ready for me to jet yet/
I can't lie, it was nice having you no longer upset/
but that's all retrospect/
New Years together was different/
wasn't like we was riffin/
but at the same time/
a peice of us was missin'/
Not something I'd have ever predicted/
without my intuition/
but then again/
I called it 2 weeks before that/
You swore that/
wasn't your thoughts isn't it odd?/
It's like I was countin all the cards/
saw what was coming before it happened/
I did my best/
told you how blessed I felt you made me/
Now I'm in the middle of addaptin/
feeling all crazy/
can't get mad at you, not like you really played me/
just made me see/
what mattered to me/
it was you, but I had to let my Baby be free/
You say I'm so terrific, so gifted and understanding/
but it's your deep feelings and your planning/
that's got you runnin scared/
got my cubbard bare/
except for the food I used/
to nourish you/
took you whatever, whenever, wherever you wanted to go/
even if I got no sleep/
it was worth it to me though/
cook you breakfeast every morning/
saw love in your eyes when you was yawning/
guess it was just the calm before the storming/
Now a new day is dawning/
guess I just hope I get another chance/
at a peaceful Sunday Morning/
with you/
you, you you/
January 7th, 2007
~8:30pm central
When Fried Eggs Fly: (Another old blog I found)
When Fried Eggs Fly Current mood: discontent Category: Life
Of course like usual, I'm up way too late, or for some way too early...As per my usual course of action, I end up watching some obscure program on tv...This time in the middle, which is normally where I find programs, and I say the middle because these programs normally are never viewed again by me so I really can't discern the realistic placement of my viewing session....This time I saw a segment of video recording called "When Fried Eggs Fly"....
This Segment was about one individual teaching young students in a NYC school, P.S. 3 matter of fact, to learn how to play and compose music essentially....Through this process he achieves and accomplishes so many things that I commend him for, one being the ability to get children in the elementary stages of their fundamental learning to sit still....Another is to get these said students to sing in harmony, sing in Harmonious melody as well as syncapated time....It's funny because what it made me think of was work....These students were asked if he was mean or too strict....They were asked if his form of discipline was too harsh....With resounding and coherrent thought, each of the students interviewed said that it was neccessary to keep that discipline and to keep that regimented routine he implemented....At age 7 these children in New York city new more about what is necessary to achieve greatness than most coworkers I have at my current Job.....It's really sad but true in all honesty....Honestly, I was amazed at how well developed these children were for their age group...They understood simple concepts but could explain them in complex formats....One student went as far as to say at the end of his statement "after all, he knows better what he's doing than we do...."....if only people in the Casino trusted their bosses to show them the right path so freely....Better yet, if only my students aka my waitresses and cooks would understand that as a Sous Chef I am there to train them and teach them to work in accordance with the proper guidelines for a Great Dining Experience...What happens between 7 and 19-22? What happens between 1st grade and College that people think they know more than their superiors? It's a grevious wrong I tell you....Sometimes I feel like we are recieving a bunch of fried eggs that will never amount to what they want out of life because they don't have the forsight to allow someone of a learned station to teach them....They aren't that trusting or that understanding of what their role is.....One of my catch phrases that I use quite often is "Put down the excuses and pick up a Purpose"....another is "what you produce is an extention of who you are....Make sure it comes out to be what you want representing yourself".......These 7 year olds understood that, even their parents who joined in on the singing understood it, I just wish our employees sometimes would learn more...then again, Not all of the managers in our venue nor in our Casino are of the same mindset as my catch phrases...."Attitude reflects Leadership", yet another one of my catch phrases....and honestly other than myself and a few other low-end-of-the-totum-pole managers, Management isn't doing enough to supply the right attitude or discipline to these students....these employees are our students...We need to as a collective teach these kids the proper message....We need to be unified, and not just a few voices amongst the def.....
David A. Abshire
Sous Chef/Poet/Entertainer/Small Business Owner/Artist/InvestorTeacher/Brother/Friend/Pupil/Servant/Vessel/Messenger
July 18th, 2007~6:07am
Of course like usual, I'm up way too late, or for some way too early...As per my usual course of action, I end up watching some obscure program on tv...This time in the middle, which is normally where I find programs, and I say the middle because these programs normally are never viewed again by me so I really can't discern the realistic placement of my viewing session....This time I saw a segment of video recording called "When Fried Eggs Fly"....
This Segment was about one individual teaching young students in a NYC school, P.S. 3 matter of fact, to learn how to play and compose music essentially....Through this process he achieves and accomplishes so many things that I commend him for, one being the ability to get children in the elementary stages of their fundamental learning to sit still....Another is to get these said students to sing in harmony, sing in Harmonious melody as well as syncapated time....It's funny because what it made me think of was work....These students were asked if he was mean or too strict....They were asked if his form of discipline was too harsh....With resounding and coherrent thought, each of the students interviewed said that it was neccessary to keep that discipline and to keep that regimented routine he implemented....At age 7 these children in New York city new more about what is necessary to achieve greatness than most coworkers I have at my current Job.....It's really sad but true in all honesty....Honestly, I was amazed at how well developed these children were for their age group...They understood simple concepts but could explain them in complex formats....One student went as far as to say at the end of his statement "after all, he knows better what he's doing than we do...."....if only people in the Casino trusted their bosses to show them the right path so freely....Better yet, if only my students aka my waitresses and cooks would understand that as a Sous Chef I am there to train them and teach them to work in accordance with the proper guidelines for a Great Dining Experience...What happens between 7 and 19-22? What happens between 1st grade and College that people think they know more than their superiors? It's a grevious wrong I tell you....Sometimes I feel like we are recieving a bunch of fried eggs that will never amount to what they want out of life because they don't have the forsight to allow someone of a learned station to teach them....They aren't that trusting or that understanding of what their role is.....One of my catch phrases that I use quite often is "Put down the excuses and pick up a Purpose"....another is "what you produce is an extention of who you are....Make sure it comes out to be what you want representing yourself".......These 7 year olds understood that, even their parents who joined in on the singing understood it, I just wish our employees sometimes would learn more...then again, Not all of the managers in our venue nor in our Casino are of the same mindset as my catch phrases...."Attitude reflects Leadership", yet another one of my catch phrases....and honestly other than myself and a few other low-end-of-the-totum-pole managers, Management isn't doing enough to supply the right attitude or discipline to these students....these employees are our students...We need to as a collective teach these kids the proper message....We need to be unified, and not just a few voices amongst the def.....
David A. Abshire
Sous Chef/Poet/Entertainer/Small Business Owner/Artist/InvestorTeacher/Brother/Friend/Pupil/Servant/Vessel/Messenger
July 18th, 2007~6:07am
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Same Ol' Sum
Vs. 1:
I used to believe/
Now I just feel like we're going in circles, but they aren't 360/
no longer complete/
funny how you managed to push yourself clean away from me/
See, I've come to the end of this street, end of the road/
Don't wanna deal with unecessary BS, nope, Hell no/
I feel it's my time to go, that doesn't mean I don't feel pulled back to you/
Just realize I can't keep doing the same things we do/
Expecting a different outcome/
adding up you and I gives the same ol' sum/
You haven't changed once, still giving me the same lines you state/
same time you save, the same time you break my heart, what else more is there left to say/
I'm starting to see the appeal in self Preserva-tion/
maybe I'm just a little less dumb/
I now see it's the same ol' sum/
....to be continued....
David A. Abshire
February 8, 2008
I used to believe/
Now I just feel like we're going in circles, but they aren't 360/
no longer complete/
funny how you managed to push yourself clean away from me/
See, I've come to the end of this street, end of the road/
Don't wanna deal with unecessary BS, nope, Hell no/
I feel it's my time to go, that doesn't mean I don't feel pulled back to you/
Just realize I can't keep doing the same things we do/
Expecting a different outcome/
adding up you and I gives the same ol' sum/
You haven't changed once, still giving me the same lines you state/
same time you save, the same time you break my heart, what else more is there left to say/
I'm starting to see the appeal in self Preserva-tion/
maybe I'm just a little less dumb/
I now see it's the same ol' sum/
....to be continued....
David A. Abshire
February 8, 2008
Can you Get Away?
Hook:
Hey baby can you get away
Can you get away with me?
there's so much goin on outside your dome
just come and roam with me
Vs.1
Hi there
You got a nice vibe there
I’ma lil’ shaky on your demeanor
but your eyes are so ecclectic
electric and enchanting
I bet you got all the fellas panting ‘round your way
I think they’ve wrote songs aboutcha
are you the Girl from impanema?
Nah?....Me either, but that should be evident
don’t take this the wrong way
I’ve never been a pimp
Maybe a person into making profits
that’s only provisions of paying rent
Girl you seem heaven sent, and I know that sounds cheezy
like you’ve heard it all before and you really don’t wanna believe me
but be easy!! I’m not trying to come off too strong
but you got those eyes you got are like a sentimental mood
mixed with bitches brew and could stir up my mood
on any given occassion
what kind of food do you like?
I can cook anything for ya from Cajun to asian
Cuisine’s not really my thing
just something I picked up along the way
Had to choose something to fall back on
Not trying to get my mack on
but this is what I got to say-say-say
Hook:
Vs.2
What are you up to?..About 5'9?
It’s all hood that’s fine, I know I’m only 5'7
but what’s two inches when it’s a spiritual connection
I know you can see it staring into my soul
girl ya so cold, but I’m antarctic too
You ever rode a bicycle that was built for 2?
I can’t say that I have either
hey this ain’t game, I’m just spittin truth
I don’t really have game
I know some people would tell you that that’s lame
but I can tell your feelin’ me
ain’t nobody as real as me
I can give you a vantage point of the propper gander
But before I go on and on like Erykah Badu
let’s get back to the subject of you
What do you want out of life?
Have past brother’s treated you right?
I know I could suffice and give you the world
at least I could carve you one out of a potato
and I’d never see you later
I’d see you as soon as I could girl
forget goin platinum, you’re golden
Priceless and God must have broke the Moldin’
Man your soul would keep a brother like me from roamin
I promise, you’d get all my play
so what I got to say, what I got to say
this is what I got to say-say-say
Hook:
Vs. 3
So where you gonna be around 9?
I think there’s a party goin on at 307
and I’d like to see you if that’s fine
Me and my boy’s gonna be there
but they got some dope leather sofa’s
oh yeah and an arm chair
just in case you would need your space
Don’t have to consider it a date
unless you‘d want to
We could go to Mel’s Diner or even Zeus
afterwards and get some bomb food
this is like a BG song, mannnnn, it’s all on you
it’s your world, I’m just livin in it
You the vegan type lovin some spinach
or do you prefer grape leaves?
I remember when I used to hate these
I like Ali Baba and the forty theives
Sorry had to slip in a BeastieBoy quote
but seriously some humus would be dope
get some hot pita bread and that’s all she wrote
we can have corduals for right now
see where it goes from there, if you really wanna get down
Pound for pound, I bet we’ll have a good time
get a couple French Connections
Girl you so beautiful
I hope this continues so we can view
where me and you would go
Matter of fact how it all would play
but all I got to say-say-say isssssss
David A. Abshire
~5/27/2006
Hey baby can you get away
Can you get away with me?
there's so much goin on outside your dome
just come and roam with me
Vs.1
Hi there
You got a nice vibe there
I’ma lil’ shaky on your demeanor
but your eyes are so ecclectic
electric and enchanting
I bet you got all the fellas panting ‘round your way
I think they’ve wrote songs aboutcha
are you the Girl from impanema?
Nah?....Me either, but that should be evident
don’t take this the wrong way
I’ve never been a pimp
Maybe a person into making profits
that’s only provisions of paying rent
Girl you seem heaven sent, and I know that sounds cheezy
like you’ve heard it all before and you really don’t wanna believe me
but be easy!! I’m not trying to come off too strong
but you got those eyes you got are like a sentimental mood
mixed with bitches brew and could stir up my mood
on any given occassion
what kind of food do you like?
I can cook anything for ya from Cajun to asian
Cuisine’s not really my thing
just something I picked up along the way
Had to choose something to fall back on
Not trying to get my mack on
but this is what I got to say-say-say
Hook:
Vs.2
What are you up to?..About 5'9?
It’s all hood that’s fine, I know I’m only 5'7
but what’s two inches when it’s a spiritual connection
I know you can see it staring into my soul
girl ya so cold, but I’m antarctic too
You ever rode a bicycle that was built for 2?
I can’t say that I have either
hey this ain’t game, I’m just spittin truth
I don’t really have game
I know some people would tell you that that’s lame
but I can tell your feelin’ me
ain’t nobody as real as me
I can give you a vantage point of the propper gander
But before I go on and on like Erykah Badu
let’s get back to the subject of you
What do you want out of life?
Have past brother’s treated you right?
I know I could suffice and give you the world
at least I could carve you one out of a potato
and I’d never see you later
I’d see you as soon as I could girl
forget goin platinum, you’re golden
Priceless and God must have broke the Moldin’
Man your soul would keep a brother like me from roamin
I promise, you’d get all my play
so what I got to say, what I got to say
this is what I got to say-say-say
Hook:
Vs. 3
So where you gonna be around 9?
I think there’s a party goin on at 307
and I’d like to see you if that’s fine
Me and my boy’s gonna be there
but they got some dope leather sofa’s
oh yeah and an arm chair
just in case you would need your space
Don’t have to consider it a date
unless you‘d want to
We could go to Mel’s Diner or even Zeus
afterwards and get some bomb food
this is like a BG song, mannnnn, it’s all on you
it’s your world, I’m just livin in it
You the vegan type lovin some spinach
or do you prefer grape leaves?
I remember when I used to hate these
I like Ali Baba and the forty theives
Sorry had to slip in a BeastieBoy quote
but seriously some humus would be dope
get some hot pita bread and that’s all she wrote
we can have corduals for right now
see where it goes from there, if you really wanna get down
Pound for pound, I bet we’ll have a good time
get a couple French Connections
Girl you so beautiful
I hope this continues so we can view
where me and you would go
Matter of fact how it all would play
but all I got to say-say-say isssssss
David A. Abshire
~5/27/2006
Monday, February 2, 2009
Keep the Cypher going:
Vs.1:
I hate the fact, I have to acknowledge that you're gone//
The message you were giving, flat out was so strong//
we've known each other for so long//
souls on parrallel paths, since the day born//
at least it seems that way//
Nobody knew better than you to cease the Day//
Now here I am, getting a call from Andres//
telling me he doesn't know what to say//
that it's some hard news, he don't know how to convey it//
we were just making plans to open for you at Dragon's Den//
I lost more than a fellow emcee, I lost my friend//
In 2000 it was House of Blues with Kweli//
Recently it was Japan rockin' shows lettin the Records spin//
Nathan Woods to me,While to others you were just Bionik//
Regardless, w/no curses, your words were just honest//
Rare like Haley's Comet//
Old school like Super Sonic//
refreshing like Abita Springs//
Made people like me Believe//
we should follow our Dreams//
Dope Poet, Too ill for the Mainstream//
yet for them you'd Ghost Write//
The Lord's Humble Servant now sits on his Right//
I know they freestyling in Heaven tonight//
Just keep the Cypher going, Send us down your Insight//
And I'ma keep shining the LIght//
Keep shining the Light//
Keep Keep, keep shining the light//
....................................................
In Loving Memory of a friend who opened my eyes across the board on many levels...a person who made me realize HipHop wasn't just southern in the South...that a person like me, could have a voice in HipHop....Nathan Woods was a pioneer to me...He was an ambassador for HipHop as a whole, much less the noble State we are both from Louisiana...Nathan Woods aka Bionik Brown...I'm gonna miss you Son, but I will not forget...
Sincerely,
David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360
August 11th, 2008
P.S. when it's my time, I can't wait to see you again...Just keep the Mics on...
The message you were giving, flat out was so strong//
we've known each other for so long//
souls on parrallel paths, since the day born//
at least it seems that way//
Nobody knew better than you to cease the Day//
Now here I am, getting a call from Andres//
telling me he doesn't know what to say//
that it's some hard news, he don't know how to convey it//
we were just making plans to open for you at Dragon's Den//
I lost more than a fellow emcee, I lost my friend//
In 2000 it was House of Blues with Kweli//
Recently it was Japan rockin' shows lettin the Records spin//
Nathan Woods to me,While to others you were just Bionik//
Regardless, w/no curses, your words were just honest//
Rare like Haley's Comet//
Old school like Super Sonic//
refreshing like Abita Springs//
Made people like me Believe//
we should follow our Dreams//
Dope Poet, Too ill for the Mainstream//
yet for them you'd Ghost Write//
The Lord's Humble Servant now sits on his Right//
I know they freestyling in Heaven tonight//
Just keep the Cypher going, Send us down your Insight//
And I'ma keep shining the LIght//
Keep shining the Light//
Keep Keep, keep shining the light//
....................................................
In Loving Memory of a friend who opened my eyes across the board on many levels...a person who made me realize HipHop wasn't just southern in the South...that a person like me, could have a voice in HipHop....Nathan Woods was a pioneer to me...He was an ambassador for HipHop as a whole, much less the noble State we are both from Louisiana...Nathan Woods aka Bionik Brown...I'm gonna miss you Son, but I will not forget...
Sincerely,
David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360
August 11th, 2008
P.S. when it's my time, I can't wait to see you again...Just keep the Mics on...
Vs. 2:
Could never picture you rhymeless, your lines are timeless things/
Feels like you're alive on my phone everytime it rings/
Mental Gems that shine past a diamonds gleam/
You even had a smile that blinged/
Emails kept me upright, they were a sunshines beams/
Yo, your word was a binding thing/
No wrinkles in your style, you were fresh Ironed and steamed/
Matching on 3 colors, You were vibrant clean/
No foulness ever crossed those lips/
Always positive Intent/
Heaven sent like some Inscents, as you inscensed/
Still aggressive when you needed to embody intense/
August 11th 2008 ain't that long ago, but I ain't been the same since/
I ain't been the same Bionik/
You caused me to change Bionik/
August 19th, 2008
Vs. 3:
Just woke, you came to me in a dream/
Sorta like Dreamer, when the baby's head blinged/
It was the craziest thing, I gave myself a fresh cut/
Was amped and ready to party like whut whut/
The whole crew was there, but I met you at the door/
First time in person, but it was like we'd met before/
when our eyes connected we smiled, mutual Love galore/
Happiness beamed, like it was flowing out our pores/
everything haulted, crawled to slowmo/
Ya'll was bumpin the homie from Detroit, One Belo/
"3rd George, I miss 'em in the worst way", dapped you up and it was good to go/
Party up like it's our, our Birthday, the list went something like this/
Quickie Mart, Brother Slymm, My Partners in The Congre'Gation, Yup Andino and M.Harris/
Impulss, Jimi Clever, Lyrikill, Digga Digga DJ Ef Cuttin/
Truth Universal made it Ofish/
He smiled as I dapped up KnowOne like this/
I was looking around like "is there something I missed?"/
Even Whygee in the building, illin' with Xperiment/
Group of all our Peirs, All ready to clown/
Diggin through the Crates, for the Cypher throwdown/
I woke up at this point happy, though it was a dream/
Cuz you gon' keep the Cypher going and we'll keep doing our thing/
February 2nd, 2009
David A. Abshire
How fitting that the first thing I truly write in February would be about Bionik...
Monday, January 26, 2009
Cypherin:
VS.1
You could call me one of those Back Packin Emcees/
There's Many Factions in me/
Giving you all of myself, that's why I always Fracture Emcees/
Cypher with whoever wants it, those so called Rappin Emcees/
but once I start back to Emcee, I got em back on they knees/
The provenience is the greater that's only flashing though me/
I'm back Crackin' newbees, till they wanna give up/
their just babies in the game look at the way that they spit up/
Trying to verse what the writ-up wrote and can barely hold a note/
yet they wanna spit at me, the epitome of dope/
I'm bright enough to burn through a couple bars of soap/
clean enough to expunge everything that you know/
and what you was taught, trying to keep it tight/
My material keeps me fly, my possesions ain't why, I'm so cold/
I know that hope floats, but not the attention that I hold/
I'm grasping your brains till I let them go/don't you know, I'm breaking the sleeper's hold/
You could call me one of those Back Packin Emcees/
There's Many Factions in me/
Giving you all of myself, that's why I always Fracture Emcees/
Cypher with whoever wants it, those so called Rappin Emcees/
but once I start back to Emcee, I got em back on they knees/
The provenience is the greater that's only flashing though me/
I'm back Crackin' newbees, till they wanna give up/
their just babies in the game look at the way that they spit up/
Trying to verse what the writ-up wrote and can barely hold a note/
yet they wanna spit at me, the epitome of dope/
I'm bright enough to burn through a couple bars of soap/
clean enough to expunge everything that you know/
and what you was taught, trying to keep it tight/
My material keeps me fly, my possesions ain't why, I'm so cold/
I know that hope floats, but not the attention that I hold/
I'm grasping your brains till I let them go/don't you know, I'm breaking the sleeper's hold/
Saturday, January 24, 2009
True Spit:
Vs. 1
The Honorable, Phenomenal, spittin' that Logical/
Dope Poet, Emcee, ya betta write it in your Chronicles/
The Gravity's astronomical/
Causing Geologist to shake in their Timb Boots, Yo, when I'm sound bombing you/
Lyrics be surrounding you/
My Mind's got the Power to/
Send sonar messages to Aquatic dudes/
Realigning economical situations that I'm in, on timing with a Rhyme or two/
Grindin' cuz I wanna be eating more than a bite of food/
tear up proteins with ecclectic Mandibles/
You could call me one of those cross breed, back pack rapping emcees, mixed with the Sonic Youth/
Vs. 2
I think I'm a cool dude, I'm pretty level headed/
Give you the shirt off my back if your ego will accept it/
I know I'm temperamental, No need to 2nd Guess it/
but I never promised I'd be cool calm and collective/
Still, you won't get what I'm saying, unless your really sitting there & listening to the message/
Yeah it's a true statement, you can Inspect what you Expected/
But sometimes you gotta be introspective/
Go head and learn about it from a different Perspective/
It's in the spirit of what I said, not the words that I use, or the way that I said it/
I give my thoughts wide birth, ain't using contraceptives/
keep em running like Politicians in Politics, more like the Recorder's athletic/
and after I tell it, I leave it to ya'll to spread it/
I see things in 5 dimensional grids, but I can't change ya'lls perception just b/c I'm perceptive/
Man, Life is so simple but ya'll make it so hectic/
I ain't got time for accusations cuz then I'd need anaceptic/
I can admit my wrong doings, nothing I've done is regretted/
Nothing I did is regretted/
Vs. 3
Hermetic is part of my Asthetics/
Conjoining Diametrics, while Moving like Diarhetics/
Moving on the borders of Prophetic, straight to the point like JJ Reddick/
A Wholesome Soul's dietetics/
Never be prosthetic, told ya'll already, ain't gotta second guess it/
Get yourself a hot steaming cup the first time, don't wait for the 2nd pressing/
Steep like I french pressed it/
meaning embedded/
alluring like the queen of beauty undressing/
throwing truth darts spiraling, but don't know who all's gon' catch it/
try to stay away from the depressing/
uplift you from your depression/
rhythm and beats that I write to are the bat signal that flash the message/
carve my stamps from my etchings/
sending 5th dimensional letters to the truth fetching/
doing my part to keep the world moving in the right direction, while the light's directing
Doing my part to keep the world moving in the right direction, while the light's directing/
while the Light's Directing
David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360
September 2006
The Honorable, Phenomenal, spittin' that Logical/
Dope Poet, Emcee, ya betta write it in your Chronicles/
The Gravity's astronomical/
Causing Geologist to shake in their Timb Boots, Yo, when I'm sound bombing you/
Lyrics be surrounding you/
My Mind's got the Power to/
Send sonar messages to Aquatic dudes/
Realigning economical situations that I'm in, on timing with a Rhyme or two/
Grindin' cuz I wanna be eating more than a bite of food/
tear up proteins with ecclectic Mandibles/
You could call me one of those cross breed, back pack rapping emcees, mixed with the Sonic Youth/
Vs. 2
I think I'm a cool dude, I'm pretty level headed/
Give you the shirt off my back if your ego will accept it/
I know I'm temperamental, No need to 2nd Guess it/
but I never promised I'd be cool calm and collective/
Still, you won't get what I'm saying, unless your really sitting there & listening to the message/
Yeah it's a true statement, you can Inspect what you Expected/
But sometimes you gotta be introspective/
Go head and learn about it from a different Perspective/
It's in the spirit of what I said, not the words that I use, or the way that I said it/
I give my thoughts wide birth, ain't using contraceptives/
keep em running like Politicians in Politics, more like the Recorder's athletic/
and after I tell it, I leave it to ya'll to spread it/
I see things in 5 dimensional grids, but I can't change ya'lls perception just b/c I'm perceptive/
Man, Life is so simple but ya'll make it so hectic/
I ain't got time for accusations cuz then I'd need anaceptic/
I can admit my wrong doings, nothing I've done is regretted/
Nothing I did is regretted/
Vs. 3
Hermetic is part of my Asthetics/
Conjoining Diametrics, while Moving like Diarhetics/
Moving on the borders of Prophetic, straight to the point like JJ Reddick/
A Wholesome Soul's dietetics/
Never be prosthetic, told ya'll already, ain't gotta second guess it/
Get yourself a hot steaming cup the first time, don't wait for the 2nd pressing/
Steep like I french pressed it/
meaning embedded/
alluring like the queen of beauty undressing/
throwing truth darts spiraling, but don't know who all's gon' catch it/
try to stay away from the depressing/
uplift you from your depression/
rhythm and beats that I write to are the bat signal that flash the message/
carve my stamps from my etchings/
sending 5th dimensional letters to the truth fetching/
doing my part to keep the world moving in the right direction, while the light's directing
Doing my part to keep the world moving in the right direction, while the light's directing/
while the Light's Directing
David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360
September 2006
Monday, January 19, 2009
Dream Deferred Yet Not Denied:
A Dream Deferred yet not Denied/
Let out a tear of joy as Pride beemed from my eyes/
Martin may have died, but the message stayed strong/
Barack Obama will be President & no longer elect, before the day is gone/
My Sister, My Father, My Mom, all voted for this man/
As did I too, for an hour I chose to stand/
prior to heading to work, got pulled out of line, but put back in/
told to move to a different prescinct's line, but got on the right track again/
They couldn't stop my vote, nor that of my family and friends/
Now I can truly mean it when we say "Yes We can", for we truly did make a change/
Let our voices be counted in record numbers, through the valleys and the planes/
through the moutain tops, and through the skies above/
in a time where it's more likely to recieve hatred and contempt than compassion & love/
I guess America is tired of being ruled by Gorrilla thugs, you know, Blood for Oil Money/
I guess it's time for a change, take the Rocks and made Sweet Honey/
The Spirit is a beautiful thing, take a cloudy day and make it Sunny/
with the rays from our smiles/
I'm told that if you lined up all the busses at the inaugeration, it would stretch for 75 miles/
Now doesn't that make you proud?, it does for me, I can't deny/
People from different walks of life chose to drive, people from different countries chose to fly/
All due to the Realization of Dream...a Dream Deferred Yet Not Denied/
It was time....
David A. Abshire
~11:15pm Central
January 19th, 2009
Let out a tear of joy as Pride beemed from my eyes/
Martin may have died, but the message stayed strong/
Barack Obama will be President & no longer elect, before the day is gone/
My Sister, My Father, My Mom, all voted for this man/
As did I too, for an hour I chose to stand/
prior to heading to work, got pulled out of line, but put back in/
told to move to a different prescinct's line, but got on the right track again/
They couldn't stop my vote, nor that of my family and friends/
Now I can truly mean it when we say "Yes We can", for we truly did make a change/
Let our voices be counted in record numbers, through the valleys and the planes/
through the moutain tops, and through the skies above/
in a time where it's more likely to recieve hatred and contempt than compassion & love/
I guess America is tired of being ruled by Gorrilla thugs, you know, Blood for Oil Money/
I guess it's time for a change, take the Rocks and made Sweet Honey/
The Spirit is a beautiful thing, take a cloudy day and make it Sunny/
with the rays from our smiles/
I'm told that if you lined up all the busses at the inaugeration, it would stretch for 75 miles/
Now doesn't that make you proud?, it does for me, I can't deny/
People from different walks of life chose to drive, people from different countries chose to fly/
All due to the Realization of Dream...a Dream Deferred Yet Not Denied/
It was time....
David A. Abshire
~11:15pm Central
January 19th, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Always...360
so when Myspace erased my original page, they also erased all my blogs which contained countless thoughts, life experiences, poems and songs I'd written/typed down for rememberence...well, I just so happened to find one in the cached files by searching myself on Google...who'd have known I'd have to search myself on Google to find what I'd already found in myself and written down...lol...well, here's the one serviving poem...hope you enjoy...
Always....360(original)
Vs.1
You cause....light to refract through me/
keepin' me feeling complete/
completely intimate thoughts pour out onto my sheets/
when I'm gettin sleep, the emotions are so deep/
wake up every three hours, just to see if you texted me/
warm fuzzies caressing me, making me give you the recipe/
inspire me to invent new recipes for the ticket to my freedom/
at a medium pace, seems to be the way our natural feet run/
think of you in times where pain's in my ink and my skin is readily bleedin/
my lover in my mind, but a friend you'll always be one/
I could see us placed in story books, Fables like apple seed's in/
table the discussion let you breath for the perfect reason/
Never been in the dark about our situation/
like the cast in the Garden of Edon/
we are the rhythm like a beat runs/
nonstop hiphop, our Beat is off the books & always well seasoned/
speak our minds in perfect accordance, Love's in the way we interact/
Have yet to enter mad, but we've touched on a lil' sad/
We come by it naturally, didn't do much to make it fact/
the facts speak for themselves, our relationship's made from scratch/
only the freshest ingredients, I'm feelin it in every batch/
I'm your role player, never play ya couldn't do that/
I'm lovin the way you embody intellect, in the way you do the math/
poetry in motion like a jason Williams Nolook pass/
behind the back, off the elbow, when he used to play for Sac/
You're the provenience of my leonine thoughts, got me coming back/
got me runnin it down, chop it up and flippin our tracks/
New playlist at the dawning of a new day, but still it's you front to back/
we share such a comfortable laugh/
we share so much from time to intimate thoughts/
I can't think of something more worth my time, your skills could never be taught/
Your beauty could never be bought/
I can't wait till I talk to you next, and this life line could never be knawed/
Too connected, time invested, God Manifested in us so appropriate/
You should win a gold medal or make it diamond just for showin up/
Didn't have to but you showed me love/
didn't have to but I approached you love/
never have to boast in love/
never have to coach you up/
never will, never have, never wanna ghost you up/
Got me writin a new gem again, got me postin up/
Always got me whenever you need me, girl You know what's up/
You know where I'll be, you know what I'll be/
Always am, Always Was, always will be, 360 Degrees/
Hook:(Sample of Willie Nelson--Always on my mind)
VS.2
The thought of you not being in my life/
causes me to contemplate not seeing through my eyes/
not seeing cuz I'm blind, or blind to the fact/
Man I'd miss you bad, slip up like discs in an aching back/
I could fill up 6 discs with raps/
7 books with my rhymes/
8 Epics with your love, that stands the test of time/
9 reasons I shine, cuz 10 is something you can't be at this time/
though a dime is great, we'll take it to eleven/
You inspire me to have a beautiful mind/
you humble me and complete me, rock me like Cosmic 7/
rock me like Naima....mixed with Love Supreme/
Rock me so much meaner, tougher...and treat me like your King/
that's why I treat you like my queen, what's meant to be will be/
Not just Martin Luther King had a visionary dream/
I can see us marching together, you've already inspired a speach/
When I caught that glimpse of you, I'da been foolish not to speak/
Got me nervously mentioning, the things that I think/
but yet I'm super calm, the bomb Homie's what you be/
How you be, who you be/
Got me floatin like in a stream/
consciousness is taken over, by my L.O.V.E./
for you, not any woman would really do/
think you've heard me spit that too/
Mi Senora seems to be meant for you/
couple that with other poems, but my rhymes are comin strong/
You give up the type of love, that inspired Marvin Gaye's let's get it on/
I'd be stupid to pass this by, but I ain't tryin to take you from your bond/
just got one too with you, that's so dope, so I won't move on/
I can't see this as being wrong, it's just us being right/
make me write so many thoughts down, when I can't sleep at night/
right for each other, right to be lovers, warm even when nights are as cold as ice/
I'm just playing my part, not ready for throwing rice/
the now will suffice, for now and i'll be patient/
got me dodging bullets and butterflies, like psudoreality in the matrix/
let's face it, You make it, second nature to think of you more than me/
Call me the anti GameTheorist, listening to Game Theory/
Call it Game set match, you're carved in my memory/
but it's worth it to me, Always will I be and give you 360 degrees/
Vs.3:
It's as if, you, move mountains just by breathing/
don't do much more, but still it's worth it's due/
somehow you seem to build my self esteem/
I wish I hope I pray, that I do the same for you/
I'd love to take away any pain from you/
I've made a change for you/
since you are my reflection, it isn't a strain to do/
rearanged my efforts, taking a different angled view/
not the same ol' G, but i'm gonna be still the same ol' dude/
never hear me say, man I could strangle you/
that make me a bitch made type of cat/
No no never that/
I'm always gonna be the same ol' me/
with or without writing you poetry/
don't need floetry to convince you to say yes/
I can use my own words to motivate you/
the way you go with me/
My thoughts they say it best/
make me caress my own emotions, your love makes me confess/
not like I did something jacked up, but you've said I passed my test/
all my actions are backed up, your loves got me at my best/
not like house arrest, no shackle weighting me down/
wish I could have you more often in my surrounds/
in my bed, have you in town/
pillows of goose down, ghost town disasster/
got me wanting to write more than this song aboutcha/
Hard for me to imagine anything foul coming outcha/
wish there was a store for you girl, cuz I'd be filling out my voucher/
cashing in my rainchecks, though they wouldn't match your value/
know I'll get to see you, depends on you to decide how soon/
guess it's a casino named after you, run by you, so it's gotta be house rules/
got me laughing out loud, the thoughts you conjure up make me fullfilled/
filled up full to the brim, the way you complete me is surreal/
got my slots on full tilt, my meter's full to the hilt/
you are my vehicle right now, but I'm just along for the journey/
just a student of your mindframe, so I gotta let you learn me/
what did you do to deserve me, what did you do to earn me?/
just being you is enough, so your pretty big head don't you worry/
cuz this voyage don't have me worried/
You know who I'll be always/
Always was always am always will be/
you get exactly what you need, 360 degrees/
....to be continued at a later Date.....hmmmm....gotta keep ya in suspense right?...lol
David A. AbshireakaWyzdom36010:46~February 5th 200Cosmic72nd Verse added at 4:56am~ February 6th, 200Cosmic73rd Verse Added at 9:15 am~February 6th, 200Cosmic7....Final revisions yet to come....
Always....360(original)
Vs.1
You cause....light to refract through me/
keepin' me feeling complete/
completely intimate thoughts pour out onto my sheets/
when I'm gettin sleep, the emotions are so deep/
wake up every three hours, just to see if you texted me/
warm fuzzies caressing me, making me give you the recipe/
inspire me to invent new recipes for the ticket to my freedom/
at a medium pace, seems to be the way our natural feet run/
think of you in times where pain's in my ink and my skin is readily bleedin/
my lover in my mind, but a friend you'll always be one/
I could see us placed in story books, Fables like apple seed's in/
table the discussion let you breath for the perfect reason/
Never been in the dark about our situation/
like the cast in the Garden of Edon/
we are the rhythm like a beat runs/
nonstop hiphop, our Beat is off the books & always well seasoned/
speak our minds in perfect accordance, Love's in the way we interact/
Have yet to enter mad, but we've touched on a lil' sad/
We come by it naturally, didn't do much to make it fact/
the facts speak for themselves, our relationship's made from scratch/
only the freshest ingredients, I'm feelin it in every batch/
I'm your role player, never play ya couldn't do that/
I'm lovin the way you embody intellect, in the way you do the math/
poetry in motion like a jason Williams Nolook pass/
behind the back, off the elbow, when he used to play for Sac/
You're the provenience of my leonine thoughts, got me coming back/
got me runnin it down, chop it up and flippin our tracks/
New playlist at the dawning of a new day, but still it's you front to back/
we share such a comfortable laugh/
we share so much from time to intimate thoughts/
I can't think of something more worth my time, your skills could never be taught/
Your beauty could never be bought/
I can't wait till I talk to you next, and this life line could never be knawed/
Too connected, time invested, God Manifested in us so appropriate/
You should win a gold medal or make it diamond just for showin up/
Didn't have to but you showed me love/
didn't have to but I approached you love/
never have to boast in love/
never have to coach you up/
never will, never have, never wanna ghost you up/
Got me writin a new gem again, got me postin up/
Always got me whenever you need me, girl You know what's up/
You know where I'll be, you know what I'll be/
Always am, Always Was, always will be, 360 Degrees/
Hook:(Sample of Willie Nelson--Always on my mind)
VS.2
The thought of you not being in my life/
causes me to contemplate not seeing through my eyes/
not seeing cuz I'm blind, or blind to the fact/
Man I'd miss you bad, slip up like discs in an aching back/
I could fill up 6 discs with raps/
7 books with my rhymes/
8 Epics with your love, that stands the test of time/
9 reasons I shine, cuz 10 is something you can't be at this time/
though a dime is great, we'll take it to eleven/
You inspire me to have a beautiful mind/
you humble me and complete me, rock me like Cosmic 7/
rock me like Naima....mixed with Love Supreme/
Rock me so much meaner, tougher...and treat me like your King/
that's why I treat you like my queen, what's meant to be will be/
Not just Martin Luther King had a visionary dream/
I can see us marching together, you've already inspired a speach/
When I caught that glimpse of you, I'da been foolish not to speak/
Got me nervously mentioning, the things that I think/
but yet I'm super calm, the bomb Homie's what you be/
How you be, who you be/
Got me floatin like in a stream/
consciousness is taken over, by my L.O.V.E./
for you, not any woman would really do/
think you've heard me spit that too/
Mi Senora seems to be meant for you/
couple that with other poems, but my rhymes are comin strong/
You give up the type of love, that inspired Marvin Gaye's let's get it on/
I'd be stupid to pass this by, but I ain't tryin to take you from your bond/
just got one too with you, that's so dope, so I won't move on/
I can't see this as being wrong, it's just us being right/
make me write so many thoughts down, when I can't sleep at night/
right for each other, right to be lovers, warm even when nights are as cold as ice/
I'm just playing my part, not ready for throwing rice/
the now will suffice, for now and i'll be patient/
got me dodging bullets and butterflies, like psudoreality in the matrix/
let's face it, You make it, second nature to think of you more than me/
Call me the anti GameTheorist, listening to Game Theory/
Call it Game set match, you're carved in my memory/
but it's worth it to me, Always will I be and give you 360 degrees/
Vs.3:
It's as if, you, move mountains just by breathing/
don't do much more, but still it's worth it's due/
somehow you seem to build my self esteem/
I wish I hope I pray, that I do the same for you/
I'd love to take away any pain from you/
I've made a change for you/
since you are my reflection, it isn't a strain to do/
rearanged my efforts, taking a different angled view/
not the same ol' G, but i'm gonna be still the same ol' dude/
never hear me say, man I could strangle you/
that make me a bitch made type of cat/
No no never that/
I'm always gonna be the same ol' me/
with or without writing you poetry/
don't need floetry to convince you to say yes/
I can use my own words to motivate you/
the way you go with me/
My thoughts they say it best/
make me caress my own emotions, your love makes me confess/
not like I did something jacked up, but you've said I passed my test/
all my actions are backed up, your loves got me at my best/
not like house arrest, no shackle weighting me down/
wish I could have you more often in my surrounds/
in my bed, have you in town/
pillows of goose down, ghost town disasster/
got me wanting to write more than this song aboutcha/
Hard for me to imagine anything foul coming outcha/
wish there was a store for you girl, cuz I'd be filling out my voucher/
cashing in my rainchecks, though they wouldn't match your value/
know I'll get to see you, depends on you to decide how soon/
guess it's a casino named after you, run by you, so it's gotta be house rules/
got me laughing out loud, the thoughts you conjure up make me fullfilled/
filled up full to the brim, the way you complete me is surreal/
got my slots on full tilt, my meter's full to the hilt/
you are my vehicle right now, but I'm just along for the journey/
just a student of your mindframe, so I gotta let you learn me/
what did you do to deserve me, what did you do to earn me?/
just being you is enough, so your pretty big head don't you worry/
cuz this voyage don't have me worried/
You know who I'll be always/
Always was always am always will be/
you get exactly what you need, 360 degrees/
....to be continued at a later Date.....hmmmm....gotta keep ya in suspense right?...lol
David A. AbshireakaWyzdom36010:46~February 5th 200Cosmic72nd Verse added at 4:56am~ February 6th, 200Cosmic73rd Verse Added at 9:15 am~February 6th, 200Cosmic7....Final revisions yet to come....
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