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"sick of this shit."
  by ♫ ej.brklyn.bred.


my father always said memories are suttn special son
grasp em tite so you never forget where you are from
&
you never forget what i've taught
&
and you never forget what you've learned
but most importantly
you never forfeit what you've earned
to the next man, opportunist by nature, secretly waiting for you to fail
savagely seeking to steal your possessions, using hints of your own trail

olfactory working overtime
sniffing exhaustively
just to smell

the faint whiff
of reek steaming from
my internalized hell

it is then that you remember what it took to receive
that, which is rightfully yours
the sweat and tears it took to achieve
those winning scores
and when you remember
protect these feats
so forcibly all adversaries shall involuntary retreat


to this day his bass echoes in my ear.. to this day
I remember…
…I remember…

i
reeemember
asking her
"welllll damn, why didn't it work with you and him?"
because like a scuff on my shoe, he was mildly apparent
not easily rid of with a brush, a nuisance, annoyingly stagnant

i also remember...
ten minutes in passing, when finally the laughter subsides

took quite sometime to get over her response
"THAT NIGGA WAS FIVE FOOT FIVE!"

not able enough for the brooklyn miss, no passion exuded from my brooklyn chick
so she had to drop ‘em quick,
too soon
make sometime for this (haha) “young dude”

from then I realized
he was one of those,
“get in where I fit in hoes”

can't see far over the curb
arms to short to throw power punches so instead he threw words
that verged on the lines of being disrespectful
tightroped around racy verbs
catapulted phrases that
coulda, shoulda irked my nerves

but didn’t

and I wonder why?
could it be that I’m that stand up kind of guy
whom most know nothing about
airy assumptions created by whimsical words of mouth

there are only a few people the should even have the audacity to say something about me
off the top
thats
ProHood, IB, F1 and Miss T

the reason: I've had something to say to them in private discussion
so where these other judgements spawn... i'm seriously wonderin'

which is why i respect "one"
had "one" conversation wit son
no beef

buh other dudes must have telescopes that peep dc
to earn these ph. d's concerning the character of me

don't let no age fool you
could say i been through more shit than two of you
facing cancer and a broken home
but that'd be hypocritical
seeing as i know not of the life you come from
and i don't pretend to
so while your apologizing think twice about your pencil
cause if you think i'm unstable

that brooklyn mama is mental

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Date Submitted: Apr 14, 2008 (05:18 PM)
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  Guey2
04/24/08 (11:03 PM) 
leave them haters destitute dope write man get fly n swat the haters

  mishel
04/17/08 (08:28 PM) 
real nice write here. then again, thas nothin new there. this was really deep. and it also shows that what parents say to us as children, while not always, sumtimes do tend to stay with us thru the years. and you had hella humor in this. and i also love the way u threw out ya very limited friendships in this as well. u have a way with yaself that is truly unique as well as one of a kind. keep that... its golden.

  Shadow
04/15/08 (11:19 PM) 
i like the way that you opened this write EJ. very nicely written and it shows that you kept your composure throughout the write even though you obviously had some strong feelings about it. very nicely written. glad you were able to let it out.

  Angel
04/15/08 (04:16 PM) 
Alright, no more red meat for you yougin'... In other words... stop the beef. Pretty boys don't fight!! LOL Let me stop messing with you. I won't pretend to know what this one is about, but I'm just glad to see the pen moving more frequently now... you even managed to maintain that same sarcastic undertone. Gotta love it...

  **HOLLA**
04/15/08 (12:03 PM) 
WOW, that's serious!!! Maybe beyond serious, that shit sounds personal.... but this write as a whole was dope, and I agree with Roxie, you said what you had to say and spoke your mind... Sad though that you had to do so under such circumstances you feel me... hot write

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