verbally engage yo ears stimulate yo mind…

I live in the richest place in the world… at war gainst itself…over wealth…

its greed instead of feed… less fortunate barely have the skills to read… they miseducate with diabolical efficiency… take money from schools to build penitentiaries… no funds for education…overseas perpetrating… atrocities against the indigenous… I guess its just business as it has always been… my question is…are we listening? to history? as it consistently repeats ill phrases… of pasts mistakes we stay making… we go and stick our nose where it don’t belong… today its Iraq…before was Vietnam… I know yall like yo tommy don’t say that shit… u know the government don’t play that shit… but i’m an emcee supposedly free… to ACT PATRIOT means to never disagree.!? read between lines in rhymes… open eyes to lies… heed the word to the wise… never compromise… u better learn yo rights… what’s been done in the dark bout to come to light… if I was u I’d live by faith and not sight… everything u see… is nothing more than imagery… constant competition to replenish energy… I achieve synergy lyrically…prophetic verbally… with metaphors and hyperbole…supreme humility… and millions of people that’s feelin me… no killin me before my time… was born to reform the earth through verse and rhyme… entertain to educate and then empower… mobilize the people to fight for freedom that’s ours… whatever that is…put good things in our kids… change the way we live…focus on the positive… if that ain’t too much to ask… that’s like getting a paycheck that’s too much to cash… sam aint my uncle…peep how he do… he get paid off our work before we do… we can’t PROgress… because of CONgress… we all Bass Ackwards more end up with less… can u read the wall all smeared with bloody secrets… heat seekin weapons of mass destruction we busting… why we so gullible? why we so trusting?… there’s grand delusions of mass distractions… there’s too many questions and nobody’s asking…. cause they already know…”FA SHOW” …but don’t show… or care about “DA HOOD”…where we say “ITS ALL GOOD”… just another played out figure of speech that don’t make CENTS… which is much more than what the unemployed make… so they DEBATE…on HILLS in CAPITAL DISTRICTS of GREAT LANDS… about fake plans to take another mans land to make grands… or I should say mills when i really mean bills… secret handshakes and illicit deals…in rooms filled… with the dense clouds from the finest imported illegal Cubans…misappropriations fiscally abusive… then go on Larry King and try to confuse it… I find it amusing… that it even matters at all… for what rises to the top is destined to fall… u could refer to that as universal law… maybe u may have heard of it before I digress… and manifest verbal words prophetic… digital information databases inbedded… underneath skin in chips called micro… they start by offering it to your best friend fido… u know like I know…where u go with the flow… mad heat there…they gnash teeth there… but don’t be scared…the whole thing already won… underneath all the clouds there still is the son…

© 2005 Tommy Lockhart

THEY CLAIM TO LOVE THE HOOD…ALWAYS HOLLA IT…BUT WHEN ITS TIME TO REPRESENT THEY DON’T PUT THEY DOLLARS IN…CAUSE THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT…WANT US TO SPEND OUR DOUGH ON THEM FOR THEM TO CALL US BROKE…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…i SAID…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…

I wanna know…how does all yo shit rep the hood? and you telling straight lies when you say it’s all good…cause is it really? some of these dudes are straight silly…dying over bullshit I know yall niggaz feel me… but are YOU helping it or hurting it?…moving forward or reversing it?…giving life or murdering?…I’m talking to you…you know who you are…Mr Big-Time_Celebrity-gangsta-rap-star…what about the hood? you too cool to care? you just want ‘em to cop your wack record and gear to wear…and with the proceeds…you know you won’t feed…not one of those peeps…that you claim to lead…

THEY CLAIM THEY LOVE THE HOOD….ALWAYS HOLLA IT…WHEN ITS TIME TO REPRESENT THEY DON’T PUT THEY DOLLARS IN…CAUSE THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…WANT US TO SPEND OUR DOUGH ON THEM FOR THEM TO CALL US BROKE…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…I SAID THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…

I try to be different even though we all live it…over indulgence in alcoholic liquids…in hopes of escape from a life not terrific…some sell their soul with the wack rhymes they be kicking…marketing schemes to promote their image…cause their skills are missing…playing themselves like a scrimage…my style is so vicious…beats supplied by vision…I had to come because my Love sent me…these wack gansta rappers don’t represent me…don’t noboby round here push no bently…maybe a broke down chevy with the tank on empty…

THEY CLAIM TO LOVE THE HOOD…ALWAYS HOLLA IT…WHEN ITS TIME TO REPRESENT, THEY DON’T PUT THEIR DOLLARS IN…CAUSE THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…WANT US TO SPEND OUR DOUGH ON THEM FOR THEM TO CALL US BROKE…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…I SAID THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US…

I’M NEVER GON GIVE UP NEVER GON DIE…THE PAIN ONLY LETS ME KNOW I’M STILL ALIVE…I GOTTA MAKE IT HAPPEN I OWE MYSELF A TRY…NO TIME FOR REGRETS NO TIME TO ASK WHY…

the worst thing about good times…they don’t last…the good news is bad times too pass…so I keep it moving like the hands of time…sitting on a lil something but still on the grind…lazy boys recline…while i’m out getting mine…revitalize their hood while their diamonds shine…I’m a leader of the people with no fear or shame…I change the game…that’s my claim to fame…and it only gets better more focused everyday…I improve my hustle in every single way…the success i manifest will never fade away…I make it official in the universe today… because…

I’M NEVER GON GIVE UP NEVER GON DIE…THE PAIN ONLY LETS ME KNOW I’M STILL ALIVE…I GOTTA MAKE IT HAPPEN I OWE MYSELF A TRY…NO TIME FOR REGRETS NO TIME TO ASK WHY.

this is for the Love…for the struggling thug…anyone that feel they can relate to us…to my peoples that run late and have to chase the bus…to the strong grandmas that always make a fuss…to my mans up the block that show me Love…to my ballin niggas rolling with no less than dubs…to all my gangsta niggas…the blood and cuz…we gotta stop the bullshit and show a little Love…throw yo hands up…let the world know…just cause I ain’t rich don’t mean I’m po…throw yo hands up…let the world know…just cause I ain’t rich don’t mean I’m po… cause…

I’M NEVER GON GIVE UP NEVER GON DIE…THE PAIN ONLY LETS ME KNOW I’M STILL ALIVE…I GOTTA MAKE IT HAPPEN I OWE MYSELF A TRY…NO TIME FOR REGRETS NO TIME TO ASK WHY…

Just a Rhyme

It happened so fast…saw his whole life flash…standing on the block drinking liquor thru a flask…2 guys with black masks, black gats, moving mad fast…he never saw ‘em like passed gas…he ain’t seen shit, then his spleen hit clean hit…got him stumbling like Ben Vereen did…wondering where things went wrong…23rd psalm…he’s wishing…asking for forgiveness…despite his misgivings…a second chance would be terrific…

PAST…

wish he would’ve played dad in his kid’s life…but he chose to try to life, never thought twice, had to rock ice, he’s on the block all night…strange how life works out…school never taught him what he need to learn bout…no role model…no one to follow…couldn’t see tomorrow…all his dreams seemed hollow…he was quick to blast for the fast cash…put in work late nites with the ski mask…home invasions…rival drug confiscation…mind and time wastin…stays intoxicated…now his own death he’s facing…murder collaboration…never realized karma was chasing…feeling burning sensations of slug penetration…caught him unaware and unprepared…

NEVER BUST YO GUN UNLESS U WILLING TO DIE…DON’T DO THE CRIME IF YOU CAN’T DO THE TIME…YOU GO AND DO YO THANG…AND I’MA DO MINE…TAKE THIS MORE SERIOUS THAN JUST A RHYME…

Swirling cold winds on hot summer nights…he’s alone under-aged heart filled with fright…he’s gotta survive its do or die…final tear of boyhood falls from his eye…he’s wondering why…his only chance was half ass…wishing he had parents and could go to class…but he needs cash…cause it costs just to live…and it seemed the whole world don’t got much to give…so he’s forced to ask “Does Crime Really Pay?” what do I have to lose no one cares anyway…hey…he wants things to be different and that’s the truth…but he’s got needs…like clothes, food, and roof…so here’s goes nothing…guess who got a gun…and sadly enough at first it was kind of fun…but now he wish it had never begun…cause he’ll be a convict until he’s fucking 51…and he’ll be released without an education…mad at the world for his situation…no parole violation…gotta beg the Caucasians…to still give him a job despite his incarceration…wages minimal for
ex-criminals…you wonder why going back so typical…then look at his life and are very critical…why is the situation…a coming-of-age ritual…

NEVER BUST YO GUN UNLESS YOU’RE WILLING TO DIE…DON’T DO THE CRIME IF YOU CAN’T DO THE TIME…YOU GO AND DO YO THANG AND I’MA DO MINE…TAKE THIS MORE SERIOUS THAN JUST A RHYME