Who am I? Known by what I do instead of who I am, plenty want to be my friends but I can find my fam, people say I'm on top but I feel so low, I'm invited to every place but there's nowhere to go, I have more than I could want but my needs go unmet, they say I haven't reached my peak but any misstep could be my sunset, everywhere I go people are all on me, I've never been alone but always feel lonely...I'm a celeb.
-A. Lewis
Monday, July 6, 2009
A Thought - 7/6/09
Has anyone else realized that celebrity sounds like a societal noun derived from the word celebrate? That it may have started as celebritee, with the suffix 'ee' to denote that the individual is receiving celebration? It would make sense, since celebrities are celebrated individuals in our culture, receiving praise, attention, and money to do things that we deem either amazing or entertaining. Just a thought.
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
Saturday, July 4, 2009
A Quote For That Special Someone - 7/4/09
You're as beautiful as a summer's evening, no gradient Mother Nature paints could match your radiant smile as it sets upon the grandeur of your natural beauty; and like the motion of the clouds rolling by, your allure is effortless. How I am thankful to be blessed with such grace, only Mother Nature could blossom such splendor as yourself, and I will marvel at you as I do her creations; you are that exceptional.
* Happy 4th all!
-A. Lewis
* Happy 4th all!
-A. Lewis
New Quotes and New Freestyles - 7/4/09
"There is no such thing as temptation; there are only times where repressed desires meet opportunity. And it is at those moments where you show your discipline, be it or strong or weak."
"The moment you become generally understood is the moment in which you become understood to be general."
A mass of positive energy, effulgent, with the capability to brighten anything in its path...I don't speak of the sun, I speak of you...you never cease your radiance, always shining; whether it be your smile, your skin, your intellect, you brighten this world...but more importantly you illuminate my world, shining down a love so immense it can't be directly seen, though I feel its warmth always encompassing my heart.
I'm not out here rapping to be famous, a lot of guys out here are johns like Amos, doing nothing but philandering while aimless, making females believe all men are faithless, I am but the messenger so don't shoot me as I say this, most of you will never make anyone's playlist, your hackneyed rhymes are barely suitable for a black disc, while mine are like what's shared between a john and an anus.
-A. Lewis
"The moment you become generally understood is the moment in which you become understood to be general."
A mass of positive energy, effulgent, with the capability to brighten anything in its path...I don't speak of the sun, I speak of you...you never cease your radiance, always shining; whether it be your smile, your skin, your intellect, you brighten this world...but more importantly you illuminate my world, shining down a love so immense it can't be directly seen, though I feel its warmth always encompassing my heart.
I'm not out here rapping to be famous, a lot of guys out here are johns like Amos, doing nothing but philandering while aimless, making females believe all men are faithless, I am but the messenger so don't shoot me as I say this, most of you will never make anyone's playlist, your hackneyed rhymes are barely suitable for a black disc, while mine are like what's shared between a john and an anus.
-A. Lewis
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Some New Stuff - 7/2/09
What is the clock but metronome to life, some say it's the heartbeat but that isn't right, for once the heart stops the clock keeps ticking, and you can't make up for any time you've been missing, intangible it is but it holds you down, when you think you're invincible it'll hose you down, take one of your dear friends to the grave, only time can make you behave, make you thankful for the day, but give you no leeway.
Gotta flow so smooth you could sail on it, yet I grind on the beat like there's a rail on it, balanced my subject matter so I never fell on it, something like a pro since I never had to bail on it, but enough of the skateboard rhetoric, most of these rappers out here couldn't even land a trick, out here talking about guns and boobs, wanna be Crips but still can't find clues, they might as well be spitting the Blues.
-A. Lewis
Gotta flow so smooth you could sail on it, yet I grind on the beat like there's a rail on it, balanced my subject matter so I never fell on it, something like a pro since I never had to bail on it, but enough of the skateboard rhetoric, most of these rappers out here couldn't even land a trick, out here talking about guns and boobs, wanna be Crips but still can't find clues, they might as well be spitting the Blues.
-A. Lewis
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Pot Of Gold - 7/1/09
You...
You read my mind
Time after time.
I used to sit and sip my orange juice
Hoping no one warned you
About the impending crush I was catching,
Fetching a trey for you whenever you walked in
You somehow knew what was going on.
Going along with it,
You played clueless
While I figured since I was a yellow fellow,
Liking you would be useless,
As I would never be able to walk up to you.
Other guys would try to talk stuff to you
And you would shut them down quickly,
They had me green with envy,
'Til one day you sat down with me.
It blew my mind that you would do such,
And you had to have known it would mean so much,
Because you sat with a smile, and I smiled as well,
With that of a child.
Your hair was colored with streaks of indigo,
With a bright shirt, pastel skirt,
And Chucks that seemed to glow.
You made simple look so elegant
Violet peace sign hanging from your neck
Was just so relevant,
As you asked if I wanted to talk about Iran
Saying that I appeared to be an intelligent young man.
In a state of flabbergast, I almost had to ask,
Why are you talking to me?
But I held it together,
And said "sure, and thanks for commenting on what you see."
We conversed until our food got cold;
It didn't matter...I had found my pot of gold.
-A. Lewis
You read my mind
Time after time.
I used to sit and sip my orange juice
Hoping no one warned you
About the impending crush I was catching,
Fetching a trey for you whenever you walked in
You somehow knew what was going on.
Going along with it,
You played clueless
While I figured since I was a yellow fellow,
Liking you would be useless,
As I would never be able to walk up to you.
Other guys would try to talk stuff to you
And you would shut them down quickly,
They had me green with envy,
'Til one day you sat down with me.
It blew my mind that you would do such,
And you had to have known it would mean so much,
Because you sat with a smile, and I smiled as well,
With that of a child.
Your hair was colored with streaks of indigo,
With a bright shirt, pastel skirt,
And Chucks that seemed to glow.
You made simple look so elegant
Violet peace sign hanging from your neck
Was just so relevant,
As you asked if I wanted to talk about Iran
Saying that I appeared to be an intelligent young man.
In a state of flabbergast, I almost had to ask,
Why are you talking to me?
But I held it together,
And said "sure, and thanks for commenting on what you see."
We conversed until our food got cold;
It didn't matter...I had found my pot of gold.
-A. Lewis
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Getting It Together - 6/27/09
Just catching up...again. Thursday was too rough. Ugh. Here's some freestyles from Friday night.
Never been one to become enchanted with the physical, I find attachment to it to be quizzical, the path to enlightenment is illuminated by the spiritual, prompting the Triumvirate of mind, body, and soul to become equal, allowing one to ascend to a state of clarity and understanding something like your life's prequel, it prefaces all you've done and replays it back, showing you all it took for you to get on track.
When it came to society I was never let in, so I stood at the ledge end, screaming to the world that I want to be a legend, took a deep breath in, said a prayer for my brethren, best end for me is one of a deaf end, unheard so the pain is lessened, let's end this because I'll never be how the rest been, if I fall from this height I won't wrest then, just cave my chest in, tired of living pain, guess I'll rest then.
Never been one to become enchanted with the physical, I find attachment to it to be quizzical, the path to enlightenment is illuminated by the spiritual, prompting the Triumvirate of mind, body, and soul to become equal, allowing one to ascend to a state of clarity and understanding something like your life's prequel, it prefaces all you've done and replays it back, showing you all it took for you to get on track.
When it came to society I was never let in, so I stood at the ledge end, screaming to the world that I want to be a legend, took a deep breath in, said a prayer for my brethren, best end for me is one of a deaf end, unheard so the pain is lessened, let's end this because I'll never be how the rest been, if I fall from this height I won't wrest then, just cave my chest in, tired of living pain, guess I'll rest then.
They say I have a way with words, I get away with words while most won't even stay with words, I slay with words, mold ideas like clay with words, will go to war any day with words, and articulate what I say with words, while some may struggle with words, tuggle with words, become muzzled by words, puzzled by words, confuzzled by words, all I do is hustle by words, hustling my words, pushing them so they're heard.
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