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hip-hop








Shall I speak,
hip-hop
talk like a near top sop
pop like the cop,
Swat?

Dead kid lying in the street;
the blood flowing in a colorful stream,
towards the man-hole cover.

Once we cross the Ancient river
the paths of home
are never quite the same:
Amber on white bone,
ivory tickle me sweet
I handle the straw with a spoon.

The FBI monitor in room 9
has nothing much to do,
watch the phones,
eat glass
egress, digress
unless they trespass,
undress
like his wife
at the Sheik's request.

Shall I pop hip-hop
scry?
Shall I?
too many rivers to cross.
Kid's still dead in the street,
cop got a smoking gun.

Pop. Hip-hop.

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Written December 12th, 2003

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  • RollingStone silver member
    February 6, 2004
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    sadly, I am old enough to be reminded of a grinning maynard g. krebbs doing something like this on the bongos. but I don't want to go back that far. would much rather hang with eminem.

    you ever notice how hip hop covers up the sadness?

  • Odyssey
    December 14, 2003
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    Hey, I love Mermaid's suggestion for this piece, you should go somewhere you can do that!

    And even as I lay this against the backing track
    and my fingers and toes go click, clack - click, clack
    The picture fades to black before the torch illuminates
    And shows the horror of a life now well known to the beat
    To the click, click - clack of this cop show chit-chat

    Meanwhile the neighbours four year old
    Plays click-click-clack
    With a little plastic revolving invention...
    And his sister hits record on the video tape


  • Desiree Darkk
    December 12, 2003
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    hehehe
    Started out happy hip hop boo bop whatever and then suddenly took a dark turn. Nice. I really like the voice in this one. You have such a trippy mind.

    Desiree


  • MermaidSinging
    December 12, 2003
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    Okay, this is definitly a spoken word piece. Smokey dim-lit room and a bongo beat in the back with a bunch of cats all dressed in black snapping their fingers upon conclusion. That's wild man! Just wild!
    Edited on Dec 12, 1:18 p.m. because ''.


  • Desire gold member
    December 12, 2003
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    Did Lute watch the Billboard Awards and hear something that made Lute not happy~ I heard my nephew's cd....Let's just say I learned a new vocabularly ~ Awesome write my dear and keep them coming~ Look forward to more~ Big hugs and much love~Desire

  • tamara
    December 12, 2003
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    this poem started off really happy but then totaly changed styles this is really good and effective i didnt want the poem to end i hope that you keep writing poems as good as this and i hope that some of this tallent will rub off on other people thatnks for posting that poem it was so good just wow

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