Power:

So My night was done, proceeded to scoop my backpack/

pack up and exit the door through the back of the lab/

out of the shadows jumped 7 cats/

wearing baggy Jeans, Hoodies, vests, YES dipped in all black/

packing artillary/

Chains, Shanks, 9 mils bats/

with visions of killing me/

As the bullets came whistling/

My first thought was to duck, evasive action/

but just then, kicked in Some sort of chemical reaction/

My body started to pulse rage, energy coursed through my veins/

Vocals became flames, Torched the sorry bastards/

They tried to run, but I wouldn't let up/

Spoke till they submitted, Asked who hired the hitlist, they wouldn't fess up/

so further I sequestered/

Line for LIne, Rhyme for Rhyme, their facial expressions seemed to become more painful/

The Oration only kept on till I found the proper brainfold/

My persistence payed off, like sleeper holds from Kurt Angle/

You should be so thankful from your Center like Nick Mangold/

of the Power...

D. Abshire

December 14th, 2010~12:35am

Bossin Around: The Smack Down

Prolific, gifted, What's in my soul I spit it/

Elocution's a little effed up, Nothing wrong with my Diction/

Fuck with me or my Fam, and you'll get Chucked like Dickens/

Post Disaster Hieroglyphs in your head, Read inscriptions/

Giving free advice, but it seems that you ain't Listening/

Showing up at events thinking all you gotta do is glisten/

Rapping good, but no promotion, You ain't Handled your Business/

There's more to longevity then Fresh Kicks and flipped Fits/

Money comes and goes, but Relationships are missing/

A Good name's better than cologne, that is a rule that's PRistine/

10 years down the road, you'll be on the curb wishing/

Where'd your money go, it flowed down the stream pissing/

Watching others walk past, like, "damn those Jordan 6 Rings!"/

busted and bummy, Dirty shoe rappers, HipHop Mummy's/

Please tell me, Why'd You even Show up?

To Drink till you ain't Sober? MAN, You're so touched/

D. Abshire

December 12th, 2010

Old School Fresh: BBoy Fresh

Spiritually Imperial/

Push the dose all the way up on the chemical/

Big Bodied/

built for the long haul/

even when path's Rocky/

the rockiest/

Prosperous speed, Rhinoceros/

Stepping through the Obstacles/

take a view through my opticals/

Counter flows, double time never how I chop a note/

Assholes, acting like chodes, get chopped in throats/

That Crazy Canaille one, Couillion/

Deny Sons/

always had dad/

never fathered/

Anything other than music that I Authored/

don't reach hands out for Things, I ain't offered/

pray with my hands to the sky often/

Tracks get laced, killed with grace, chilled then laced/

Promptly Arive Coffin/

Deficit is big, Attention with small margins/

Music Mavens got flaws too, I Never beg pardons/

Quite comfortable in my own skin, Yo!

My word's never foreign....

D. Abshire

December 9th, 2010~8:49pm

Hurricane Pt2: (My verse)

Kinda funny to think what we drink was killing people/

guess you could call it, unecessary evil/

Homes that we live in are just as feeble/

as the bodies we live in/

Add class 5 storms in, and it's rippin people's lives apart/

while Condelissa Rice was shoppin for new shoes/

Cheney was fly fishing, Man, what's up with this dude?/

I could choose to use, other poets thoughts, 'bout them peoples on the roofs/

outkast spoke the truth/

"I'll be got damnit, they done changed the rules"/

So Here's the Scoop/

convention center won't be the same

in my lifetime/

If the NOLA ain't fine/

People were dying/

tryin, ta Swim over cars/

contaminated Water flooded corradors/
giving people sores, with outbreaks like Sars/

Prez in SanDiego playin air guitar/

Guess we'd have faired better off by far/

if we wuz living abroad/
U.S. don't stand for us/
though the money says "In God we Trust"/
Tsunami help only took 2 damn days/

What happened to our brothers w/the right Mindframe?/

helpin' New York face it's weakened state/

my people was cookin' Gumbo for em' that next day/

for this, day 5, people got guns waved in they face/

couldn't go to JP, that's right there off the causeway/

we ain't gon' take that lyin' down/

people gettin shot like it wasn't they side of town/

Prez flew overhead but never touched the ground

Never came around/

that's too little too late man/

We gotta do it for ourselves

This is OUR STate Man/

and that is my statement/

Still!!!/

and That's the tripple truth Ruth For Realz....

D. Abshire

July of 2005

Final Revision on Dec. 3rd 2010

HipHop in the Flats: Wyzdom360's Verse

Been putting it down, rockin a P with a tilted Crown/

Politics as Usual, My Constituents Run the Town/

Remove our Live venues, we'll still Spit for random Crowds/

retro to Bboys Beat Boxin',Guerilla Publishing Style/

Man I got a deep vice/

Music scrolling through my mind,Can't even sleep nights/

filled up pads full of rhymes/

freedom through expression/

story time, fire off punch lines, to escape, struggles in this recession/

My Faith's choice of weapon/

Kneel to pray, scribe it down how I feel today,

Ain't no Hill for the Steppers steppin/

Whether 5 or 500, Join in the procession/

D. Abshire

December 2nd, 2010~1:24a.m.

She Said...(Written to Round 1-3rd @InnerRecess)

She keeps on Saying, that I'm, Hella Crazy/

Got her cheezing so hard/

makes it seem I'm a Star/

You know how I get it in, can't come lazy/

Got her dreamin' her part/

and beamin' from far/

Peace of the Heart/

Chop it up like Samples, No 80's Baby/

Layin it down, on the Beat and the mark/

Schematic diagram be like plays from S. Payton/

Pass words, Aaron Brooks to J. Pathon/

Breesy F. Baby, TD, Oh Yes Baby/

Had to Retro that, for This Generation/

Throwback slang, Army Better yet a navy/

Sanction me with yours, Go head I'll keep Waitin'/

Dave Chappelle Line, Funny Dude, Amazing/

but back to the program, before ya'll change up stations/

Looked Polynesian, Shape was so bangin'/

Could be Cuban or Peruvian mixed with Asian/

I couldn't really make it, Just knew she had me casin'/

It was like Serve and Volley, Ball in her court/

Quick return, Pace on/

Yeah, She had me intrigued, No Mental fatigue/

I hit her with words so persuasive/

They Could persuade young/

To look in a freezer for a package of steam/

Have her plant a forrest with Magical Beans/

Wait for Hell to Freeze, Oh Wait, That's Right, The Saints are World Champeens/

Hugged me nice and close, touched my neck with her nose/

Said I Love you Dave, I could've lost my soul/

Retreat to Inner Recess, Before I regress Folk/

Yo...smh

D. Abshire

October 18th, 2010~2:27a.m.

Low End: to be coupled w/ L Rae over "Low End" by Prospek

We Make Music/

Make Art/

Straight Shootin'/

Play our Parts/

Some Confuse it/

For what it ain't/

ya wanna really do it/

Why you sayin you cain't?/

Don't limit/

What God Planned for ya/

putting up walls/

ain't a good plan for ya/

Better off sticking to a 9 to 5/

till you get your gears turning/

Baby, Live your Life/

First discern it/

Then you gotta prepare for it/

a career in Medicine/

or just a pair of Rare jordans/

No difference/

it's all the same/

Complex or Complicated/

or Simple and Plain/

Take that next step/

That's the biggest one for ya/

don't be the arrow/

if ya really wanna be the archer/

the outcome is definitely worth the bother/

But ya gotta execute it farther/

Make good your Marker/

D. Abshire

October 7th, 2010~4:13a.m.

Magic of Blue

Skies and seas

Calming hues, vibe is peace

Keep my brain functioning

Logically

The Odyssey

Proper speach

Captain of my vessel is God to me

Possibly and plausibly

flowing evervesence

what's got me bubbling

become what I'm called to be

Mine to keep

growth and maturation

Colonize like a Hive of bees

spoke to nations with rhymes and beats

my soul like a song should be

No Limitations

No immitation of Life, My Homies is Nice

The Pro Prospek Elespee Eloheim

Skratchmo, Cali Mike, the GPC

Inner Recess, Dinner be blessed when I'm called to eat

Let the Ale pour out, hit these grass seeds

make it grow thick beneath our feet

saturate the earth for those who escaped perdition

we skate these streets, like Legends we Will Smiff'em

You on a grind we on a Mission

Call it to existence

Blessings we gon' send them

D. Abshire

October 6th, 2010~2:48a.m.

Warning Track:

They Say Spit Fire or Retire/

Does that make us Devilish?/

We write these raps to express ourselves/

no empty rhetoric/

peddle it/

Hand to hand Salesmanship/

Slay rappers for the batter/

Yo, I'm stretchin it/

Refuse to loose, Go for the win/

Never mail it in/

Him ain't Playin, For Real, I Ain't settlin'/

Paint vivid pictures raw/

pixels full of color ya'll,Yeah, MELANIN/

Put it in order Pemdas, Fishin' like Pelicans/

True Spittin like Reverends/

50/50 Grind, Our Time is Definite/

Infinite Possibilities, Never a Deficit/

We'll make it through this recession, This Session I'm Killin it/

Confessions I'm Spillin them/

Blessings I'm filled with them/

Check through these Crates, You find that I'm diggin in/

Sample the sounds from Eras, we ain't living in/

I'm Complex, Mic Check, then I'm killing you simpletons/

Community, is unity,a group of Humble men/

Ain't got time for bullshit, The Mind state I'm in/

Get the Fuck Out/

If you ain't getting in/

and STayin in my friend, I ain't gon tell you again...

D. Abshire

September 2nd, 2010

KidsPlay: 360 Vs.1

Tall Grass, wood chip Landings, chain link Swings/

Flat lands, No Mountains, pay these kings/

Well measured, battle tested, Dj this clean/

Hop Scotch and HipHop, Yeah we made this scene/

We made this Bling/

Old school, Know the words to Sadie, Sing/

Don't be shy, More than welcome, Join the Movement/

No cursing on the Record, just to prove you can do it/

Album Wisely named, Don't be Stupid/

WyzWRD's brings the rukus, but we never a nuisance/

You down for the culture, I suggest ya'll prove it/

How many kids you mentor? Of course we do it/

It's more than just the Music/

Don't be Foolish/

More than Graphiti tags, watching Bboys dance/

Baggy Jeans Hoodies Timbs and a BGirl Stance/

It's the LOVE, Passion, Pride, Hear it in these Chants/

For the Kids, By the Grown ups, Funny, We Still Be Fans

D. Abshire

September 2nd, 2010~6a.m.

Lyrics Written to L.Rae by J-La

Sick Sicker and Sickest/

Find me Rhymin over beats that's Vibrant when the Vibes hit/

Especially when I'm vibin', hand clap keeps the perfect timing, or is that I'm bent?/

spit with off hand delivery, Leave you fools shivering, I perfectly timed it/

supporting role, Thelma to Louise, Seven's Kevin Spacey, growing pains like Bradd Pitt/

on a short stent/

Legends of the Fall, All I'm giving ya'll, is exactly what I have to give/

These Social Networks, got us acting like Jerks, do we Tweet or really are we just a Twit?/

Hear the Freedom in our Spit, catch us Bleeding what we Live, We're Reeling for the Fish/

Reflection of our Souls, the Meeker will be Rich/

We're Eager Receivers, Yes we do it for the Kids...

D. Abshire

August 25th, 2010

Greatest is Love...

You want me to trip off you, give me something to Fall for/

Before I walk it out and away like a Ball Four/

if you'll be drama Free, Baby, I'm all yours/

don't want a Push turning to shoves like a small Ford/

No horror stories, no Saw 4's/

Can't be flimsy like Cardboard/

I need a sturdy foundation, Long distance like Long boards/

Coastin' through life, Toastin the life, watching the starboard/

Round 2, gotta be more, Bow to the world, Encore/

Hit up the Taylor, Custom Fitted, No Mall Stores/

Never give em too much, making em want more/

keep em chasing behind us till they dogs sore/

dog tired, perspire, tweetin till their palms sore/

No Malicious speach, or false pride, Kills em like Long swords/

Isaiah 58, 9-11, something that's called for/

1st Corinthians, Chapter 13, wear it like Couture/

Faith, Hope and the Greatest is Love, I want yours...

D. Abshire

August 27th, 2010~6 a.m.

Due Diligence:

Politicked, till Connected/

became unplugged, chord ejected/

Back of the Neck unscathed, Brain protected/

Due Diligence did, time invested/

at times was reckless/

you find the best did/

it's how you get passed it, I was tested/

Check these Mic's, levels corrected/

Make sure we EQ it, stay consistent/

Continuity, Unbroken symmetric/

Eat Emcees like After Dinner Mints/

Carnivorous Action, Guard the Exits/

spit it with Passion, Vehement Vomit/

Chambered and Blastin, Weapons are Massive/

Watch the Recoil, it'll Cave your Chest in/

Keep an Eye, Knives, an Armory of Nines,

Rifles, Check the Times, Never know what happens...

D. Abshire

August 20th, 2010~3:50a.m.

Random B.S. 11

It's funny, I never felt this way before/

Lost, so in turn Trapped like iron clad doors/

The accomplishments whistle through my brain with a mighty roar/

I see the outcome, but seized by finances though/

gotta devine a way to loosen my financial flow/

As if the beast had me, crunching down upon my soul/

lapping it up and cracking bones/

with jagged mandibles/

grasping tightly to my vision, I refuse, Hell no/

I can't let it go, I won't let it go/

a Musical dream, the Movement that gleams bold/

arrived at the spot, loosened up the calipers/

come barreling out of this prison, brandishing multiple calibers/

no rocket science or calculus, not even brain surgery/

won't allow the simple larceny, the arson or them to murder me/

the furthest thing from goals depressed you ever heard from me/

Like who want What?, a new path, Yes I'm driven/

News flash, Yes I'm living, this WON'T break my Spirit/

Too Wild to be tamed/

Peaced out on the lames/

Denounce the wicked, I'm livid, spit out Holy Flames/

There Comes a time that you gain/

a clearer understanding, the bearer of proper planning/

not scared of you doppelgangers, disingenuous and gangling/

David A. Abshire

Wed. August 4th, 2010~2:52 a.m.

Bird's Eye View:

Find a picture nobody's words were painted upon/

took a second to jot this down, I never painted a psalm/

realism, not abstract, picaso would've painted it wrong/

Opaque but yet translucent, picture created the form/

gradient charm, encased in the Bricks laid/

Necklace made of Wood, fingers pressed for the pic takes/

flip script like flipped page/

across the way neighboring window chose not to flip shades/

Wonder what wonders they did see, wish that we could switch place/

then vantage point I'd see, be close to me like a rib cage...

Or Face to face...Bird's Eye View

D. Abshire

July 7th, 2010~4:11a.m.

Random B.S. 10

I know my culture beyond the culture Media

I won't believe their lies and what they feeding ya

Striving for better, ain't always expedient

Meisen Place, throroughly check every ingredient

our minds impregnated, by universal controls

find universal truths and use'em to break the molds

break choke holds, break the nose

if it will set you free

the sect that I'm in, ain't succomb to the Melody

Soul spoken through music, no shackles on the beam

tackle problems head on, stead long, steel your mind

if you want to pick the lock, seek the key and you shall find

hiding in plain sight, blending the whole time

go against the flow, dischord needs to chime

starts in the middle class, Grass Roots will Walk the line

like roses Grown from concrete, opposition will be defied

the truest tribe of all, yes, we mirror the devine

D. Abshire

July 8th, 2010~9:40am

Spit Problem:

Vs.1:

Still, I gave you hundreds of metaphors/

took them in without water, just like a petite-for/

no swallowing or mastication, you proved you liked it raw/

so I broke it down for you, like four barrel carburetors/

old school fords, the choppy conjugator/

conventional abominator/

took you to the edge of love, normalcy of war/

What you believe in, is so profoundly in your core/

whether legwork is done, to probe and explore/

reached an epiphany, wide birth like open doors/

no matter how you arrived, authentic you can't distort/

signal cast on LCD screens through USB ports/

Flash Drive, Fast Ride, the knowledge teleports/

....

I just want to be where you are:

Find myself thinking about this quite frequent

Us in the same place, Maybe I'm just feverish

Talking, cuddling, laughing, but I guess it all depends

on the situation, maybe I'm just going off the deep end

I feel it has to be meant

Not james, we bond like cement

up early in the morning, typing emails to you, from me sent

Seems lately we've discussed more, the More we shattered ceilings

I've squatted on my feelings, something like deep knee bends

I'd repent, but I know you're who I wanna be with

Our friendship is well seasoned

70 months or more, of course I'm no mathematician

Magician at times with rhymes, but there is no hidden reason

this is straight up like Jameson, no rocks in glass or water back

At the point when the phone is silenced, lonesomeness doubles back

Makes me wanna highjack planes, trains of thought are off the tracks

so I have to digress for now, until the feelings pass

Alas, you illuminate my thoughts like solar flash

Stylish you, Debonaire me, too much for a looking glass

two minutes on the phone, and quickly silliness has met it's match

Voyages get sailed upon, from pillar to post, and post to mast

a broad range of topics, uncovered like artifacts

And when you get sleepy, with you I want to crash

listen to you breathe, till in sleep we both sink fast

I know there will be arguments, but it won't make you less of a catch

Matter of fact I welcome that, all you could think of, and more by far

Cuz I know in my heart of hearts, I just want to be where you are...

David A. Abshire

June 8th, 2010~6:50am Central

Random B.S. 9

Ableton Live 8.1,Let's Geaux Rooks/
Studio gettin' my Mac on, ain't a Notebook/
Tools we use, not a rouse, got the Pro's Shook/
Fools can't learn from Wise men, they gets No Push/
Get Lyrikilled if you Prospek for Gold Crooks/
Lookin like Pooki, drinkin Mali, Blaze up a whole Book/
The Truth's Universal, Double J's for the Moment/
Skipp round Jack Town as I blow Kush/
Eyes on the Prize, Tygah-Tygah Woods as we Focus/
SevenThirty as Calig and Pelican, why we show Butts/
Show Biz, Show Done, Rocked hard after the show's Booked/
Geaux Harder, Geaux Farther, Geaux Home after eyes close up...

to be continued...

Haiti: We can't save Everyone

As I'm sitting here watching the news already feeling torn between my heart felt wantonness to help a people, our Haitian brothers and sisters merely out of humanity, and my head telling me there's only so much I can do deciphering what's logical, that I realize the title of this blog came to me...There are only so many people we can truly help....we can't save everyone...On that note, I want to explore what I'm seeing that caused this blog...I keep on seeing White people, American in Nationality, either adopting or helping to expedite the adoption process of these children needing homes...I see white People, either American or British, or be it African on the cameras helping these injured adults in Haiti...It makes me question it...Why is it that the cameras are on these WHITE peoples?
Is it:
A. Financial
1. Because they have the monitary ability to do so
a.If so, are they looking at these children as the new "in" trend, as if they were Liberal
Hippy Yuppies purchasing a Harley Davidson only to trade it in when the journey gets to
tough to travel...
b. Or do they genuinely have the same reasoning behind their efforts that I have behind
my thoughts, that we are all interconnected and these are truly our extended family
members
c. Or last but not least, because the people who do have money want to make it appear that
we as "White People" are kind and sincerely generous, trying to make up for whatever
guilty hang up they either consciously or subconsciously hang onto, thus paying for the
Camera to be shown onto them as some inscrutable ruse & sham

After all, the Motorcycle riding world knows you don't buy a Harley because the ride is smooth sailing...You buy it for the Power, you buy it for the prestige...On the same token, You don't adopt children idealy for those reasons, you do it out of Kindness and your own Humanitarian Heart...I guess I say all that because I find it hard to believe that NOT ONE Black Man or Woman got put on Camera...Not one Person of Color...I've got to believe that out of all the people who've adopted these children, or helped in the Hosptitals, SOMEONE had to be of a Darker complexion...I know too many activists in my own State...So why is it that what FOX News Deams "The Most Liberal" news conglomerate has yet to show anyone of color helping these children and these people? Why is it that only the lightest skinned people get interviewed predominately on BOTH CNN and FOX News? I appologize if this offends anyone reading it, but I can not appologize for my thoughts...It offends me that "We the People" are not being shown a More "Fair and Balanced" picture of what's going on...It bothers me that for some reason, People in Higher places still choose to Advance and Amplify stereotypes through slight of hand and sublimations subliminally...

Last but not least...Keep Haiti and it's people in your prayers Ladies and Gentleman...If we put enough positive energy into what we wish to happen, anything is possible...

D. Abshire
"Wyzdom360"