“She says she loves me” is a poem by Lamont Carey, American Spokenword artist . I first heard it on Kendrick Lamar’s track Opposites Attract off his 2010 mix tape Overly Dedicated.
It’s a beautiful work of art, depicting the true meaning of love and the sheer irony of it. Enjoy ! 🙂
“She says she loves me, she says she loves me. So, she clings to me even when I want to be left alone. But she’s beautiful. Like, sometimes when I have things on my mind, she’s the perfect person to listen. And she only gives advice, she says when I give her a cue. She says she loves me. Like, when I wake up in the morning she’s sitting on the edge of the bed with a plate of food, wanting to feed me. She says she needs me, she says she loves me. Or like when I’m stepping out of the shower she’s standing there with the towel, wanting to, wanting to dry me off. She says, she says she loves me. So, instead of admitting that she has made another mistake. She says, she says she loves me And I don’t know about love.”
And if that’s not good enough a safari wouldn’t be disregarded but if we’re bungee jumping off the Victoria Falls in Zambia with my fear of heights …? ….are you kidding me? that would just make me retarded.
I wouldn’t kiss you in France cause that would just be cliché, my love would triumph at the top of The Kilimanjaro now that would be touché.
I’d show you that no matter how cloudy or rainy or cold it gets, as long as you rise above the clouds you’ll find the sun gleefully sitting there playing its harmonica unaware of the conditions down below.
And together we’d realize that there’s nothing we know, nothing at all, because in this immense space of a universe there’ll always be something to show.
Now we’re travelling through time, we have our backs to each other, we’re facing alternate universes, the future and past at parallel there’s never been another.
You tell me the future is daunting, I tell you the past is haunting…
But we’ll laugh our hearts out at the serendipity of this wretched life because its beauty is simply astonishing.
This album was recently released (March 26th 2013) ,its pretty awesome I’ll sample some lyrics from a few of the songs soon .In the mean time, go get yourself a copy and jam to whatever it is your going through happy or sad, up or down… music is what feelings sound like … \o/ make it last 🙂
If I Lose Myself
What You Wanted
Light It Up
Something I Need
Don’t Look Down
Something’s Gotta Give [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]
Life in Color [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]
If I Lose Myself (Acoustic) [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]
What You Wanted (Acoustic) [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]
I love the lord
But sometimes it’s like that I love me more
I love the peace, and I love the war
I love the seas, and I love the shore
No love for no beach, baby that’s law
But she doesn’t see, therefore I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw I love her with all my heart Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart
She said, that she would give me greatness, status, placement
Above the others, my face with grace covers of the magazines
Of the hustlers, paper, the likes of which
That I had never seen, her eyes glow green
With the logo of our dreams, the purpose of our scene
A obscene obsession for the bling She would be my queen, I could be her king, together She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure, ever, again And if the rain stops, and everything’s dry She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes
She’d teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky
But she would keep me high, and if I ever die She would commission my image on her bosom, to him Or maybe she’d retire as well A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I’ll be…..
And so began our reign The trinity, her and I can No weather man could ever stand where her and I came
Hella hard, umbrella whatever, put plywood over Pella panes
And pray to God that the flood subside
’cause you’re gonna need a sub ’til he does reply
And not one of Jared’s, you think it’s all arid
And everything’s irie, another supply
That means another July inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the Unger
Felix, ’cause he is the cleanest amongst the younger
Outstanding achieving up-and-comers
The ones that had dead-beat daddies, and well-to-do mamas
But not well enough to keep ’em from us
The ones that were, fighting in class, who might not pass
Rap record pressured to laugh, at a life not fast Can you feel it? , that’s what I got asked Do I love her? , said I don’t know Streets got my heart, game got my soul One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quote: To a crying dishonored baby mama Who’s the mama to a daughter that I had fathered from afar
My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace
With a solid gold key, like the starter of a car
The opener of a door or two pounds of raw
You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
Then ha-ha-ha-ha-haw’ed, right up in her face, G
There’s more fish in the sea, I’m on my mission to be, be..
Come, these are the tales of The Cool
Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the pool, fast talking on the hustle No Heaven up above you, no Hell underneath you And nowhere will receive thee, so Shed no tear, when we’re not here And keep your faith, as we chase …The Cool
You keep it going man, you keep those books rolling,
You pick up those books your going to read
And not remember and you roll man.
You get that a sociate degree, okay, Then you get your bachelors, then you get your masters Then you get your master’s masters, Then you get your doctron,
You go man, then when everybody says quit
You show them those degree man, when
Everybody says hey, your not working,
Your not making in money, You say look at my degrees and you look at my life, Yeah i’m 52, so what, hate all you want, But i’m smart, i’m so smart, and i’m in school,
And these guys are out here making
Money all these ways, and i’m spended mine to be smart.
You know why? Because when i die, buddy, you know Whats going to keep me warm, thats right, those degrees
And your mothers saying “Go to college”
So you finish college and it’s wonderful!
You feel so good
And after all the partying and crazing
And don’t forget about that drug habit you picked up at school, being around your peers!
Hey! Now you’ll get that 25 thou job a year and
You’ll be spending all your money on crack cocaine, but it’ll be your money
No more borrowing money from mom for my high! So now you get your degree tattooed on your back. You’re so excited about it.
If you continue to work at the GAP, after several interviews, Oh my god!
You’ll come in at an entry level position. And when you do that, If you kiss enough ass, you’ll move up to the next level Which is being a secretary’s secretary! And boy is that great. You get to take messages for the secretary Who never went to college. She’s actually the boss’s niece, so now you’re part of the family.
You know what college does for you?
It makes you really smart, man.
All of you kids wanted to talk at the back of the class, not me, I listened. OK?
I was a hall monitor. This was meant to be.
You know how many classes I took? Extra classes, extra classes?
No I’ve never had sex, but you know what? My degree keeps me satisfied.
When a lady walks to me and says “Hey! You know what’s sexy?”
I say “No, I don’t know what it is but I bet I can add up all the change in your purse very fast.”