"son" shine tha urban poet RaEboniks

(Chorus)
If you shine, I shine...we shine...//
We together in tha same frame of mind...//
If you climb, I climb....we climb...//
Reach tha top of tha mountain, tha same time...//
An' if you cry, I cry...we cry...//
Feel tha same pain I'm feelin' inside...//
So if you Die, I die...we die...//
'Cause blood thicker than water, so "Son"~Shine...//
[Repeat 2x]
Verse I:
~This ain't a matter about friendship, it's closer than that...//
Intuition deep, you tryna' move, they holdin' you back...//
I'll hold your back//
when u stuck against tha wall can't move...///
They can kill us by ourselves, but we all can't loose...//
Too many strong, you know two heads is better than one...//
Use your mind, plus a good heart is better than none...//
I seen alot of niggas fall, they mans' ofer no help...//
I guess it's how these niggas feel, or just a product of 'Self...//
I walk through hell wit' my niggas, hand in hand thru tha flame...//
Durin' tha SunShine they here, but can't handle tha Rain...//
Change ya' pace if you loosin' breath, a place to relax...//
Change your ways or maneuver where you comfortable at...//
'Cause "Death" pursues without a concious, "Life" waits in tha cut...// So if I tell you that you slippin', think...'Cause maybe it's Love...//
I can't say enough//
Express it, but it's clear in this rhyme...///
So if I shine, You shine, We both gone' Shine...//

(Chorus)
If you shine, I shine...we shine...//
We together in tha same frame of mind...//
If you climb, I climb....we climb...//
Reach tha top of tha mountain, tha same time...//
An' if you cry, I cry...we cry...//
Feel tha same pain I'm feelin' inside...//
So if you Die, I die...we die...//
'Cause blood thicker than water, so "Son"~Shine...//
[Repeat 2x]

A ARTIST B.K.A CITIZEN TITLE "I'M TAKING A WALK IN YOUR SHOES"

I'm looking at me but
Focused on you
Staring blankly at my feet but
I'm taking a walk in your shoes
So I can see what your life's like

I put sandals on my bleeding feet in Arabia
So I can understand why the Middle East hates America
Sand between my toes turns to salt,I deal with the pain of it
Cause I need to take US policy
With more than a grain of it
Lies and deceit...This country will purge until the last drop is gone
With what we've done,Oil and oppression came to mean the same thing in Islam

And I move on...

I'm in Tijuana,Working a 16 hour shift in the sweatshop,Putting together shirts and shoes for Nike and Reebok
Trying to support a family Making 1 dollar a day so Americans can live lavishly
They call it free tradeBecause they're free to invade my country
And take my human rights
Despite our best efforts we have to stay quiet
Because they won't let us organize

Next stop,

I'm back in the Bronx
But its not the part that I'm used toMy home is filled with rats and addicts,Roaches in my walls
And next door coke's getting traffiked
I hate this dependence on the feds butAin't nobody hiring
I'm used to my surroundings but
My restless mind is tiring of
The media telling me what I should be likeI'm not a g or a thug, I won't shoot if you come near meI'm just looking to get out of here
Cause my girl's eyes are tearing...She knows she's stuck here...

I'm transformed into a child in South Africa,Poverty stricken,The wealthy and white became partners in business
To make sure apartheid lives with our children's children's children
Instill them with racist values and thoughts
To leave my people to rot quicklyI move scenery too swiftly, I can't relate,And I couldn't pose any questions to ask them
Because you can't take a walk in someone's shoes
That can't even afford to have them.

Birth, October 2003 as Don Cali. Rebirth, April 2005 as CITIZEN...Don't act like you don't know me...

Birth, October 2003 as Don Cali. Rebirth, April 2005 as CITIZEN...

Don't act like you don't know me...

have you....

Have you...
hav u eva ben brought to da point to whurr u hopin u dunt wake up in da mornin? to were, literally, u go ova errbody u kno, nd decide no body cares n e more ...no body cares wether u show up at scool da next day or not ...no body cares bout how badly u wish u werent thurr, here alive... hav u eva had so much drama in ur life at once that u no longer culd take it... didnt want to go to scoo or outside or out of ur room ...hav u eva lost everyone in your life and had jus one person that understands u... and that person joins the otha side ...them, the ones that dont care ...hav u eva thought 24/7 that if u died no one wuld cry ...hav u eva relized the only thing keeping u alive is ur mother but u kno wat?... wen u dunt kno wether ur mom is alive or not, worrying every day if shes still breathing or if shes 6 feet under.... u relize maybe the only way u can see her agin is up thurr nd u relize wuts the point of bein down here? ...hav u eva gone down a mental checklist of everything in ur life and relized maybe it reli truly wuldnt matter if u died no one wuld care... they'd prolly brush it off continue they're lives not caring that they were the reason there's one less person in this world the reason thurrs one more empty desk y thurs one more empty locker y thurrs one less person to talk gossip about y a family has to take leave to go burry a daughter who gave up ... gave up on life on everything becuz she couldnt take it n e more becuz everyone she eva trusted left her betrayed her even the las person she thougth understood her , that took her side , that she had confided in , had left her broken her trust ...hav u eva jus given up had that empty feeling inside nd thoguht wuts the point of tommorow?
i hav...

wen 2marrow starts without me

wen tommorow starts without me

dont be suprised

im tired of dealing with shit from guys

tired of u and excuses

i kno they were all lies

wen u find out tommorow

i neva woke up

maybe then u'll see

how badly u fucked up

wen tommorow starts without me

will you even care?

will it matter i wrote u this poem

before i said my prayers

i hope you kno u did this to me

everytime u hurt everytime u dissed me

i've already takin all of my pills

i cry as the poison slowly kills

wen tommorow comes and im not here

i hope u cry wit pain-filled tears

i want u to hurt like u hurt me

but i say this as tears flow down my cheeks

i now feel my body start to give in

i wana say more but the room seems to spin

i wana tell u how i feel

this moment seems so sureal

my minds startin to go

so for my last words i wana let u kno

i love you more then you'll ever kno

so wen tommorow comes and im not there

its cuz u were my life but u neva cared

DA MC THEY CALL cHaRmZ

when they showed me the new site i came str8 to rhyme schemeswasnt no 16s off top, so i did the 4 lyne thingwe doin it like kings, ya lil babies need bibbysits crazy since the first day we blazin these like doobies/who he? they prolly thinkin now, but you already knowhe got the mety-phos and heavy flow, and u already soakedi get ya headsrpung like 2 L's even if u already smokedits my turn, u wanna what?! naah nigga, u already spoke/i go by charmz now, its on now, so fellaz watch ur girlsill take ur moms out n make her head spin the way that pasta twirlsthey fall victim to G, they think im godly with wordsbut they hard to toss to the curb after i give them the D/mi long bicho, lets eat yo, lets grab a plate n munchif u aint sharin take a seat yo, but ima have to take ur lunchif there aint room for us all, then there aint room for just youthey say dominicans are dumb.. i guess the rumors are true..

16z frm da mc b.k.a th3ory

fuckin up 16'z like when i was in ninth grade i was a young cat gettin laid and paid drankin maddog cuttin school, everyday poppin grills in on fools, learnin how to work wit deez toolsgot quick-wit and thick-spit, riddle-you-wit-text-rips lyrical-licks, blowin out candle-wicks, like a ninja-practicing sword-tricks,Im in this bitch, large and in-chargein this big adventure, Im large-fuckin-marge,yer raps are pee-wee-herman, yer a fuckin suckermy rhymes are big'n'brawny, the quicker-picker-uppergo to bed without supper, yer groundedpost up on me and get poundedwith my fist, but this aint no handshakemy lyrical jabs are like a jaw breakwire your mouth shut with my ill linesgot-all-you-motherfuckers headz bobbin in time.

16Z OFF DA TOP TITLE > THEY SAY

they say fortune favors the brave and you reap what you sowyou're told you give what you get and you should pay what you owethey say if you ain't got nuttin to say don't say nuttin at allso i write everyday just to silence the callto do unto others as they have done unto mesee the pain of my brothers manifested internally;seeover the years i've had so much to telltales of niggas sent to burn in their autobiographical hellscribblin' visions in sentances on the walls of their celltell me how can you be free, if you're confined to yourselfdeath isn't physical folks, its just state of mindand the death of a poet is significantly one of a kindthey say the mind is a terrible thing to waste, to go out and use itwell, i'm out...and i'm thinking...tempus. fugit.

ART

SCORPIO POET QUOTES

"i'll be hated, taking rap to where it's never been takenthey say "never say never" but never's forever mistaken"

yeah im in this bitch wit a few triggers in the air/

shuttin the game down wit a few niggas so beware//

we aint on that bitch shit we on that blood shit/

fuck wit me ill puncture everyone of ya organs wit a hollow tip//

S.P... known to let the glocs blow/

top4/

dont carry a grudge but beef i dont let it go//

NEVA LETN DA MIC GO!

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