She says she loves me

“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.”

—	Lamont Carey

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All about perspective

Sometimes it’s all about perspective,

Looking in the opposite direction,

Try to make sense of all this confusion,

It’s like finding desert in the rain,

Or finding pleasure in the pain.

I guess, at the end of the day,

It all comes down to what you gain.

Whether you’re eating a bit too much and gaining weight,

Or your patience is running dry,

And you need to gain “wait”.

Life has a funny way of making us all experience the same things.

From the highest echelons to the lowest pariah,

From the core foundations of hate and love,

To the very concept of desire.

We’re all programmed to react in the same way,

To cry when we’re sad,

To do this and that when we’re mad.

To harbor contempt and greed

To thirst for wants and constantly have needs.

But in as much as we are alike,

We are different in our own respects,

And that’s something that deserves tonnes of respect.

My opinions are mine.

And that each mind is a mine,

Filled with its own  assortment of jewels

Not a man on this earth thinks exactly like another,

But we beat each other down on the basis of opinions and beliefs,

The same same mind can be soo cruel.

It’s  all about perspective,

How you see things, is a decision not a directive.

To every man,

Was given a steady heart, an indecisive mind and a promising soul.

That he may make decisions and absorb emotions,

Like a pot of food to hot coal.

Even as he grows old,

With every last breathe in him,

And the humming of every dying hymn,

His truth he may always hold.

So maybe this whole time I’ve been looking at it wrong

Maybe, just maybe…

There’s a rainbow at the end of every pot of gold,

There’s a cloud in every silver lining,

There’s always a tunnel at the end of the light,

There’s a ray of light for every dark of night,

There’s a star behind every twinkle.

…Once again

It’s all about perspective

Making memories that last is actually very simple.

Eye of the drain , -Liamm on Reddit

The fault not in our stars

I have a problem,

I think I stare a lot,

Like Big pun saying “I’m not a player I just crush a lot”

Well…As for me “I’m not a psycho I just care a lot”

See I like to think that people are who they really are, when they know no one is watching,

And the human mind is amazing,

Like a lost child, it never stops wandering.

So you really can’t blame me, for wanting to observe…

It’s like curiosity mixed with a tinge of ceaseless verbosity,

Social atrocities, obscene mentalities, perceived prosperity,

I’m basically writing down what I see; this is everything I know they feel,

Welcome to my covert knowledge reserve,

Believe me; unlike modern day democracy this is real.

Speaking of real, I bet you nothing is,

The pressure is too much,

It’s a wonder we can even sleep with ease.

The pressure to conform is crazy,

It’s everywhere…

In church, in the bar, in school, even on the streets,

It’s the beautiful teenage girl doing everything to please.

Or the young boy who’s just out to tease.

They’re both just trying to fit in,

But it’s a desperately shallow world they live in,

Rolling in the deep, they’ve barley got their feet in.

I’m making sense…no??

Just follow the Paper trail,

We’re making cents now, that’s all we know,

The system is a jail.

Look at the CEO in his Italian suit,

His life is all about financial pursuit, dinners in expensive suites,

Not to mention the occasional secretaries and the damning lawsuits.

All that money, the money is the motive,

Living life in one dimension,

Ask Picasso to draw it,

There’s no substance there,

He couldn’t even come up with a decent motif.

Its official we can’t help it, we’re superficial,

“I’m only with him for the money” I had her say,

Damn girl! Talk about being super fiscal,

“..But dude she’s fine …drive by and leave”.

Don’t even get me started on being super physical.

Lord help us, our perception of love is flawed!

We taste the whiskey in each other’s mouths,

And feel the deceit in each other’s breaths,

The truth is sudden death,

Till we get what we want,

It’s not love any more,

“Caveat emptor”, Let the buyer be warned.

Photoshop our scars and tears,

By the time we’re putting it on Instagram,

We’re so perfect, imperfection is in insincere.

Our cyber clones roam the internet,

Satisfying our every interest,

Sex, Fashion, Money, Fame…

Call it modern day hinder net.

Mr. Local celebrity,

#iPhone, #iPod, #iRock,

All that matters is what I have, #iTalk.

Slaves to technology,

These invisible chains are too hard to break #iStop!

Stop trying to fight these forces that are beyond my control

Hell!..Get used to it, the wind blows #iFlow

We’re living in a world where bartenders hear more confessions than catholic priests,

And life is more meaningful, if you’re seen in certain streets,

The flawless masks we wear are glued tight to our faces,

Our society, is like a pack of cards made up of nothing but straight aces,

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

“Well I really can’t tell, you all look the same”

“Stupid Ass Mirror! we can’t all look the same?”

“You’re all trying to be who you’re not, it’s the same thing…don’t blame the mirror, it’s your game”

A vicious game we’re playing at,

And if you think about it really, we’re masters of our own art,

But we’re painting over each other’s thoughts and feelings like animals with no hearts.

There’s so much space but there’s no room to breathe,

There’s so much fake, it could nearly kill.

And sadly…

Just not enough real.. to heal.

So I’ll be walking down the streets,

Trying to think of soulful beats in that blasted heat.

Staring at people and forming perceptions,

Coz I know that whether we like it or not,

Our fears, our hopes, our dreams,

Are manifestations of our imperfections.

Then I’ll catch a glimpse of the Street preacher,

And I’ll watch him as he prays,

With his hands in the air,

One eye closed as the other one watches who pays,

And I’ll hear him pray for the world to be a better place,

Then I’ll remember that scene in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar.

Where Cassius says to Brutus,

“Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Sometimes the fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

The fault is in us”

And I’ll walk away calmly trying not to cause a fuss,

But I’m dying inside to just stand and shout

“you know what guys, SOMETIMES ..SOMETIMES THE FAULT IS IN US” !

Living on the edge Tim Kemple

Time Travelling Reprise :

They told me that time is nothing but a state of mind……………..

And if life is but a matter of time…then everything under this sun either ages like fine wine or dies away slowly like the monarchy’s time.

I’ll show you that there’s nothing like speed or distance or time there’s only three things that really matter heart, soul and mind

And I’ll redefine space jam as I let you in on a little secret, there’s no party like a cosmic party, sweetheart you best believe it.

No strings attached quite literally, we’re floating through space and defying time a semblance of absolute freedom and God’s ingenuity.

See I’d be jamming in space, to the music in my ears, the music from my years and the music that they sear.

Their songs of defeat and contempt won’t faze me, I be listening to Kanye’s “Touch the sky” I’m so gravity free.

It doesn’t matter how many light years away I am, believe me, if I perceive I’m fast enough ,I’ll be back here in no time ,I’m light’s heir, I’ll come.

I could take you round the world if you want to but “Baby if this journey don’t start in your mind, don’t expect it to start with a sign” its impromptu

We could start off in Florence maybe visit the Florence Chapel and pray for journey mercies, then we’re off to Rome, sifting through the Vatican Archives trying to expose all those papal atrocities.

I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland and have some haggis, if we’re on a quest to find the Loch Ness monster we best be done by March the 17^th there’s nothing like Saint Patrick’s day with the Irish.

When we’re eating ital in the heart of Kingston town and we’re living through UB 40’s “Kingston town” I’ll be humming to Bob Marley’s “Stir it up” you should put two and two together and “Bring me your cup”

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.

Kablamo!

One Republic – Native

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 🙂

1. Counting Stars
2. If I Lose Myself
3. Feel Again
4. What You Wanted
5. I Lived
6. Light It Up
7. Can’t Stop
8. Au Revoir
9. Burning Bridges
10. Something I Need
11. Preacher
12. Don’t Look Down
13. Something’s Gotta Give [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]
14. Life in Color [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]
15. If I Lose Myself (Acoustic) [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]
16. What You Wanted (Acoustic) [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]
17. Burning Bridges (Acoustic) [Deluxe Edition Bonus Track]

African Herbsman

All twinklin’ lee
Can’t see the right rose when the streams abate
The old slave men might grind slow
But it grinds fine, yeah

African herbsman, why linger on?
Just concentrate, ’cause heaven lives on
Greet I slave men will look with a scorn
With a transplanted heart

The remembrance of today
Is the sad feelin’ of tomorrow

African herbsman, seize your time
I’m takin’ illusion on the edge of my mind
I’m takin’ losers down thru my life
Down thru my life

The Coolest

The Coolest -Lupe Fiasco 

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

T.C.M

The decree of my Degree

 Kanye West -School Spirit skit (1 &2)

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.”