Author Topic: exit Brian/ enter Omar Akbar Nelson (Read 346 times)

infinite59 · « **on:** April 11, 2002, 09:30:28 PM »

Yeah I got pretty fucking mad/
Mad enough to pull out two glocks/
And maim two bitches that swithed and turn their backs/
A mass murderer with these rhymes/
Like the star of Sirus thought I could shine/
But like Glacoma I was blind/
What do we mean when we say we don't give a fuck/
Fed up more then an obesse bitch looking sloppy/
I have to fast to be real with the world surrounding me/
Strip me naked of false pride/
And all the lie's we tell ourselves to hide/
The everyday razor's of pain we feel cutting inside/
The aversion biulding/ I've heard of biulding/
But those planes went and crashed into them/
I remember my Rastafarian spiritual brother Lamont/
That got me away from chasing after what I thought/
I wanted, and finding out what I really needed/
I beated myself in the head with them books/
Till eventually a few sentences were able to reach me/
Suffering sudden impacts like Van Damn/
Started greeting these people with assalamulakum/
These text so ancient/
Is it that sometimes my mind can't encompass them/
Losing focus so quickly/
A tension span shorter than mini me/
Like I'm ashamed to be who I am/
Man..... growing up is rough/
but looking back I must know/
Whether it was really just painfully adjusting/
That took it's toll/
Told and steered in a path I could not accept nor did I ask/

I remember those nights talkin with Erin but it didn't feel right/
Till she was gone and then I was like Right on/
I want to be with you forever/
Found that out much too late/
Some people hate themselves/
Digging deeper than 1.5 kilometers/
To beneath my soul the grand canyon canal of my spirit/
Where water breaks through broken rocks/
My cock grew bigger/
Not runnin from man/
But still feeling I was lost/
Being pushed in directions faster than I could accept them/
Rejecting myself and my ways/
I'm all caught up in a maze/
Can't put my finger on just one thing/
Trying to peice it all together/
And it doesn't make sense/
It's endless, my conscience I'm less used to/
Then seeing dude's with souls crying/
I'm open eyeing them/
But we all to caught up playing pretend in the real world/
Lost girls I hold on too/
Drop a rhyme or too in my journal/
Or on line to some dude's that actually respect what you do/
the rules have all changed/
So pass me that thick rule book/
And let's get down to the triginomics/
Teachers treatin me like Bobby Knight in college/
But that's a different story/
Can't understand these other employee's/
Dirtyness and grimeness, left over scumb/
Pollutin my mind I hope I never succumb/
I must say that I'm dumb, and must be humble/
Let the pain and emotions in/
It's only then when we truly are expandin our knowledge/
Goin back to college to learn how to be arrogant/
And act like the rest of them/
If you say I'm bitter, than your not rememberin/
Where Infinite could be/
See take a look back at my path in 93/
Can't remember when it all ended and began/
Then maybe I can/
The summer that ended worse than SAM/
on the 21rst cursed with an untimely end/
Called on the phone and we played pretend/
And fantasy's/
But she was now far too distant from me/
I couldn't be with her/
Got one set of pictures/
And through it away cause I didn't want to remember/
But let's talk present/
My complex is abnoxious, getting noscious/
this notion of God caught up in the illusion of life/
To be humble man... let me repent my sins/
And let them all out/
Jerkin off too much/
Could of dealt without that/
And then the bottles of alchohol consumed/
I'm movin in on a girl for ill will/
Still chasing after cheep thrills/
Man foul language, I'm not as dangerous as a Patriot/
Checkin both sides of the flag/
Blood on the other end/
My heart has anger, like I'm mad at God/
Like that Sayiik connected to Muhammad in Oz/
I contemplate before it's too late/
Man, I ain't been praying quite enough/
Paying so such/
I'm about to what I was saying/
The thought of answering to my father/
It's a sticky sitation that those fingers being pointed/
Names dubbed and called out loud/
man...... we get too proud/
What's my real 7th deadly sin/
Mentioned in the Bible, but I have yet to see it in the Qu'ran/
Still I must be mentionin something/
I know it's living up under one thang/
Or maybe it's a mix of a few and I trade one for another/
The Ice for the Anger/
Or maybe the both pose as the same danger/
What's the opposite of humble I don't know/
Because man is not wise/
Unless shown the wisdom of water breathing life/
Into our souls/
If I've failed to remain humble than forgive me/
Using elusiveness as your excuse clinging to it/
Man..... it's hard to pinpoint what your rejecting/
Heckling and tricking my own self/
Let's be more direct and quit suggesting lies for myelf/
If I felt I had be come addicted to ciggeretes/
Then I'd suggest alchohol and trade back and forth/
Without gettin caught for the worst/
And keepin a third person party/
But oddly enough it ain't escapin true revalation/
And we must face the mirror of our sins/
Before we can let in true knowledge and wisdom/
I guess in relation to the thoughts I was contemplatin/
In the past/ I'm caught up in the fast lane/
But it sure as hell ain't feeling that way/
Except have the time maybe/
Suddle me the fuck down man/
I need a pound, a good old fashion pasionate ass whoopin/
I'm lookin for it closely it's escaping me/
I need to chill and leave what I love the most/
That's what God wants from all of us/
To just pick up and leave it all.

So be prepared, be prepared/
To do just that/
Get up and turn your back/
On something you crave like crack/

infinite59 · « **Reply #1 on:** April 11, 2002, 09:52:12 PM »

^ Just a free association rhyme, whatever came to my head I wrote, that's why it won't make sense to anyone else but me.

'Illicit' · « **Reply #2 on:** April 12, 2002, 12:52:16 AM »

yeh it wasnt really a rhyme, but still reading it was quite interesting, I had to finish it all the way cuz something made me to.

peace

ToNe1904 · « **Reply #3 on:** April 12, 2002, 01:18:58 AM »

damn infinite. like 140 linez. thas tight tho to write that strait off tha head. i know it wadnt really a VERSE, more of jussa "free-write" that also rhymed. But u brought sum real shit wit that.