Lucky Seven's(Greatest piece I have ever written)
xtreme-Poetic Damnation
BTK-Some well earned dissing...
I was inspired to write this Open Mic by a woman I saw today in town. I live in a relatively good place, but there was a woman on the corner, holding a sign that read, "I have 3 kids 2 feed. Will work 4 food". Sometimes, I think we just let the simplist luxuries we get to experience pass by, without gratitude. Talib Kweli also motivated me. I want a decent reply for this...if that's too much to ask...
In the cycle of life, we sometimes let too many things surpass
And lady luck get's too many priorities placed upon her back
Sad but the path isn't the domain of a dying Mother Nature any more
But mythology has God's of politics, stopping it is many a lore
Today, I perceived a woman desperately positioned, in need
With a sign that read, "Will work 4 money with 3 kids to feed"
A deed didn't step forward that day for me, and I prayed for her soul
For a decent payroll, sanctuary as whole, and a way for her to control
I know it isn't pathetic, but the globe is wrong if it's to be sympathatic
To be nutritioned, but listen even more pathetic for me to take advantage
When my mentality is usually in the attic, so practiced and I saw
The inferior aura of her life in the manicles grasped in a man's jaw
Surviving the vulture's claws and striving from a morbid source
The lies of a sorrowed divorce, the remorse of a horrid course
I wish I could do more, but that sparse money check only comes once a month
And my resilience can fathom only so much with all these dunce
To depart this horror, to run home but the coach says to bunt
So in retrospect the surgeon who was the saviour savored the disgust
And such, when she lusts lunch, we lust for those butterlies in our stomach
To forget to alert our cereblum 'cause our gut seems to have a hunch
So my morality blocks all those bad thoughts, but won't block porn sites
And my sexual abstinence is caught when Sex in the City is on four nights
Electricity bill is tight, I need more light for the test that is tomorrow
But the real test is to fabricate my drunkeness and to pull off as sober
And when I reach for the stars, our own celebrities are getting lower
I wanna' end my life with a big bang, but the grass is too high and I don't have a mower
I know oil is a natural resource, but the quantity and quality varies
Jesus, I thought every one was an Average Joe, introspectively so was Mary
While the early cherries are barely ripening, I voluntarily use pesticide
To infest my berries with discredit, and to put them atop my sunday
Unless we die, my demise will end in disclosure of universal mathematics
Cause accelerating in life is a tactic, and Galileo was the magic
While the sad licks from the quitar pick twinge, I listen to the heaven's sing
So the sodomy is as scarce as what the lottery ticket Lucky Seven's will bring
In the cycle of life, we sometimes let too many things surpass
And lady luck get's too many priorities placed upon her back
Sad but the path isn't the domain of a dying Mother Nature any more
But mythology has God's of politics, stopping it is many a lore
