Non basketball topic: I need opinions from my fellows here.

pretty damn good

I like it alot, seems very emotional.  Written from the heart and considering English is ur 2nd language, very impressive…but how bout something nice n rebellious for your teacher, a nice fuc the police poem.

Lie to my face/
spray me with mace/
it dont matter popos ill dismember ur race/
expose your corruption and lust of destruction/
We all kno half yall puppets without real function/
peacemakers who carry heat/
with warrants to kill innocent niggas in the street/
n u wonder why we hate on ur practice?/
what the &$#%#&@! do u do with my money from taxes!/
&$#%#&@! all your rackets/
and cleaning the streets?/
u on crack like Whitney Houston with Bobby Brown’s peeps/
n until u clean up ur act/
there’s no reason I’ll respect ur claim to protect/
a nightstick aint a santion for assault/
take a swing n ill turn ur brain into a malt/
rip off ur badge turn it inside out/
pin it back in ur eye to show what authority is about

damn, and yall tellin me to chill all the time

otherwise that’s very nice mess.ee, you’ve seem to have gotten quite a grip on the english language, if that’s your worst subject, i’m thinkin ur a pretty pretty good student. i’m not a big fan of poems that don’t rhyme but that’s just the hip hop in me. if your teacher doesn’t give u an A, for tha next one got with m-dymes ish

Non basketball topic? Here?

What’s your problem?

Anyway, it’s a good poem. Seems a little forced though. Poetry shouldn’t be about saying… poetic words… I guess. Maybe your teacher eats that up (some do) but I prefer an effortless kind of poetry. Just open up and let it flow. But maybe you did, I don’t know you personally or anything. It’s also very descriptive and I liked your message. Hope you write more.

I am a pretty chill person, it just there is alot of things in this world that can aggravate me.  Especially corruption amongst governments and politics.  If there’s one thing I got from college, its been a raised level of awareness and a willingness to develop my own opinion and take everything with a grain of salt.

Mess.eeee, If you like poetry outside of hiphop though, you should def. check out Harryette Mullens works in her collection titled Recyclopedia Trimmings, S*PeRM**K*T, and Muse & Drudge.  Pretty dope if u into poetry and looking for inspiration.

Here’s a couple other of my shorter writtens…

Propane

I blast Uzis without choosing/
which nigga im layin down, fuck scrutiny/
this scene like a movie I’m playin Lil Boosie/
sprayin lead at a warchild’s head/
just cuz the gov’t took me wit a 1st rd pick instead/
so now im sent here 2 bring violence/
in chaotic countries like Yemen 2 keep the silence/
funny cuz i protested this shit yesterday/
but Bush said killa be killed or get the fuck outta my way/
what next? Zimbabwe/
we killin Africans now on casual fridays?/
tell me why mayne, this Army shit aint right packaged wit ur wordplay/
u just a pussay/
killin innocent humans just for oil n cocaine/
wheres that hope n change/
that shit we heard comin after pushin the devil off the throne/
ya lack substance ya just anorexic dames/
sprayin heat at a lit barrel of propane

A Lesson from the Smith n Wesson

So many faggot ass queers claimin this game of rap/
slurred speech hard game bacardi muscles while sippin a koolaid 6 pack/
Ya kashmir 2 my kevlar/ a bitch 2 an outlaw/
my lyrics flow like 151 proof through a ya veins/I’m Everclear 2 ur O’Douls/
ya fooled? Im The Russian Assassin/a White Knight sportin a smith n wesson/
with a brain so deranged Jeffrey Dahmer claimed I was insane/
cuz w/o legs or arms I’d verbally wreck u/
disect you and dismember your crew/
jordanesque I drop .38 on u with the flu/
my bars vicious pitbulls with no chokeholds/
im aiming for the royal flush/ya’ll got ur crosshairs on a fold/
Gov’tsays I’m a threat like terrorism/
Bushwick get off my dick/ I’m leadin rebellion over ur conspired patriotism/
Consider it gettin fisted/I’ll rape holes left in the game from Pac, Biggie, n Philly G’s that got blacklisted/
And for Gay-Z n Cockafella clowns/let me justify my thug wit 9 glok rounds/
run n catch ya breath b4 I blast no sounds/
just me n my hammer, a silencer, n cadaver/
make u hotshots fall, breakin ya ankles AND1 style/
and after the bloody mess I continue 2 break bread wit the best/
pray for an hour 2 my savior n take off 4 the evening 2 get blessed/
my body a creation of a egg n sperm/
but my mind ranks supreme, developed by anarchists n lies from corporate lames/
all my life I been ridin down government funded highways/
swervin left n right, various mind states, a rebel who will do anything spite the crime rate/
and after I crashed I hit up the subway and the underground gave me rights/
but no matter what happens in life, I continue 2 stay humble n pursue the fight/
cuz you’ll never see my name in lights/ gettin signed n promoted/ fuck the hype/
mo money mo problems, the irony of life/
and with the fame comes blame n frame/
pathetic worshippers takin picturesof ya life in a glorified game/
paparazzis rollin up, windows down, mean muggin thug life now/
Shit makes me sick/
Gov’t politicians r satanist children spittin habitual lies n perpetually sinnin/
open your eyes and filter your mind b4 your brain is fried/
cuz if we can provoke the base of the pyramid/
the tip of the iceburg shall crumble n melt 2 liquid/
stand up against this horseshit/
victims of the facade become victors when u loop this/
your brain is a sanctuary/ a crib for the mind/
never listen to gov’t posers who speak for a masonic sign/
so have my blessin n take this smith n wesson/
send a message to these demons
blast a round up the illuminati’s rectum

Venting

Consider this the commencement of war/
a slaughter of men who fought for power amongst the poor/
political crimes should result in a court-martial try/
they abuse their rights and abolish our sight/
turning a wise man blind to the logic of a fight/
against these egotistical entourages of masonic figureheads/
douche bags dressed up as heroes amongst civil men/
should i trust anyone of them/nah, to hell wit these Reps n Dems/
Im an independent who can think for himself, no pretense/
I pray for a society that no longer views mortal men as paladins/
fuck a sin, id rather reach for a pen/
let my thoughts flow out, n act like a leech on ur brain/
suck out and digest any false beliefs, let em come to a cease/
cuz I was once under the spell of America’s hell/
a psychological trance where u believe in the Bill/
fuck it I’ll take that shit back to Capital Hill/
forge a signature and a vatican seal/
and feel no remorse for the course of events that I coerece/
cuz my mind is a stronger army than that of a Navy comprised of Nazis/
come try n stop me/
im willing to die for my shit n come back a freed zombie

Big props for following Mos Def, Talib, Black Thought, n Lupe (although the industry really fucked up what LASERS was suppose to be).  Def. check out immortal technique too.  He’s the only one in todays game who could hold his own with Pac IMO.

agreed mydymes on lasers….

and messey thats one helluva poem my man…

good ishh

where you from?

I know ENOUGH filipinos

HERES MY POEM!!

Worked very very hard on this.

Titled: Chris Bosh

Hello, My name is Chris Bosh
I got schooled by a white boy named josh.
Was i really worth the 4th overall pick?
All i really do is suck some big fat Dwade dick.
I learned how to shoot, by a girl name tammy
She told me i’d never win a ship in miami
Because soon enough i’d get traded next season
For no apparent reason..
They told me they were going in a different direction
But maybe it was because everytime i saw Dwade and Lebron                                                                       I’d get an erection.