Lost Love:

Is it wrong to buy 10 year olds Shotguns/

Mom did that, so sad, Now she's laying dead, Shot by son/

Growing up in South Central Louisiana, Gun safety, more than pushing Buttons/

see the Big Lil' world turning, anorexics to gluttons/

Watch Kids turn emo, no attention at home, need to be shown that to properly function/

Poor Grades, Bully tirades, Need more Mentors, less gore greater neighbors/

only a thin line from Anakin to Darth Vader/

pumpin' out beats for us to speak over, Is Peace over?/

People seem to cross more than the Fader/

Used to have rules, now it's too cool not to be Sober/

They going up like Elevators, Odyssey's like Homer/

Looking for the Golden fleece, slaughtering the youngest like they golden Sheep/

hopped up on Speed, they never get a moments peace/

Steadily searching for a Pieces of the Devils Pie/

fidget terribly in one on one convos/

Fiending for that game and the console/

they need some consults/

too uncomfortable to look up in your eyes/

Surprise Surprise, the ones that do seem to be soulless/

Frigidaire to Frigid Air, Love in my heart, Greatest of all, So I'm never gonna be homeless/

Till the Last breath I take, Spit nothing but the Truth and Dopeness/

Potent, as I face my opponents/

D. Abshire

January 6th, 2o10~4:30 a.m.

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.