Incense and a Light:

New Posts, Stay Close to the Vest, Heart of it towards the Most/

Space Jam Dunks, peepin 'em out, for Blogs we gon quote/

Thinking of coppin' 2 pairs, writing Recipes, Rights of Passage, Hope/

Righting Ways, As we Blaze, Make sure we stay Dope/

Jammin the Light, Standard to Write, Incense/

Nag Champa, Beautiful Candles, In Tins/

Measured in Candles, Yes, so Intense/

Beats bumpin from the Box, a pair of Amped up Tens/

Trans gender and the pathway to convention/

Honest Expression, YEAH, We are Comets that ascend/

Legacy Eternal, More than the wax or Rpm's/

Big Band HipHop Jazz Funk, Just Past the founding 4 elements/

5th Dimensions, Multiplicity actually, If it ain't working, add another/

Long as the Connections ain't broke, Know 360 Degrees of Self, Before you add another...

D. Abshire

June 22nd, 2011~6:30pm

Heat in the Summer of 2011:

If it's Heat for your Feet, then WE probably Rock em/

New Release, Nike Quick Strikes, Probably Got'em/

Cheech and Chong on 4/20, Ain't comin out Boxes/

But I was talking Movies,

Yeah, Still we DeadSTock'em/

Payed our Dues in the Game,

Fresh Samples Stay Choppin/

Voted for Obama, now The Other Shoe is Droppin/

Damn Congressional Bullshit, Politicians stay robbin/

Grass Roots and Middle Class,

like it's the Approved Option/

Health Care for the Poor and Righteous???,

Hell Naw, that's Crazy Language/

Same discussion's been going on

since Slum Vill was droppin Tainted/

Funny how that applies now,

like Slum Vill freshly stated/

The Socio Political, rests hard, it's Heavily weighted/

Now days, Broads're playin games,

Story ain't changin'/

Used to be Hubby's,

now They just want dudes chasin/

I ain't Fido Baby, You Washed up and Hydro plainin'/

Trying to build Future, Liquid assets & 40 cals,

Prefer mine Nickle plated, Sexiest when Steel's Stainless/

Black and Gold like my Saint's is/

Punisher's War Stories, The Armory stays bangin/

Pictures Painted, getting framed in/

Like Sam I see what's Changin/

Heat in the Summer of 2011, It's gettin worse, start arrangements/

D. Abshire

April 15th, 2011~12:43a.m.

Random B.S. 12

What happened to Real People/

All I see is REal Evil/

85 % of them still got no clue/

Sad to say, they're Ill Feeble/

Dead Walking, pills and Needles/

Gross, the wounds bleed through/

No time, what matters is true/

Pragmatic, transparent, Sincerely, I will lead you/

My motives run the gambit, frantic, the panic seeds you/

No antics, Prayers from Mantis, Cannabis cups and avalanches,

painted broad scopes, on the easels/

Making airways for you to Breathe Through/

taking the clay out your eyes, making it easy to see through/

Find your Craft, board the vessel, cross the troubled waters like a Seadoo/

Don't be fooled, You've got a Mind that should be used/

Positive Movements, build Momentum, Fly like Eagles/

Push past the Gun metal blanket, Speckled Freedom, Aquamarine Blue/

to be continued, never tainted, Holding court, Serve and volley, there's no Plaintiff,

Imagery sharp as the ancients, Never be afraid to be You....

David A. Abshire

March 4th, 2011~1:51p.m.

Soul Searching:

Rappin, what I've been tappin on key boards/

dreamin, of being the Emcee layin on seashores/

Dealing, while screaning ways to receive more/

Striving to be More, while most times, just be bored/

Scrappin, trekkin through the traffic to see more/

Helped my close homie through a couple of sei-zures/

still putting it down, profound as I mentor/

Discern what I'm feeling, in my soul, to be sure/

Life can be Super Ugly, turn you to Egor/

depress you like Eeyore/

Grind through it all, as we building up report'/

Cultivating the beauty that blossums like Seymour/

Walking with Fine Ladies, classy and demure/

Find what makes you Happiest in your soul then report/

what you need most, trust me will be yours/

Skippin with Sally, scoopin up shells by the seashore/

Skating with Suzzy, seamlessly smiling like before/

Whatever it is, internalize it now before/

the movie's all over, Life's always a Scene short...

David A. Abshire

February 17th, 2011~5:43a.m.

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