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

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

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