poetry

my father always told me like-stop it stop it son stop it
please stop fuckin up ya life go to college
i look at him like stop it pop stop it
i want the fame and fortune poppy money out the pockets

Into the night sky
I wish I could fly
So I won’t have to sit here and die
I wish tears came from my eyes
So you can see how my soul cries
I wish you were different
So I didn’t have to change
What makes me so angry
What makes me so plain
I fear the normal life
Wish I could live this life twice
Make no mistakes
And Be All I Can Be..
whatever that means.
Into the night sky
I wish I could fly
So I won’t have to sit here and die.

who the hell is this angle,i see her but shes not really there,nah nah nah,i see her voice,and hear her look,haha-thats pretty good ima put that in the hook,see the question was what do u give a girl who has everything and such and such,and the answer is u give her your heart and everthing else is a plus,right, i could be wrong but im jus saying shit to let it breath my other half the perfect person for me left, and i jus let her leave? nah fuk dat im a g,and matter fact i aint even sweatin it,holy shit i think falling in love with her is indefinite,siiiike,nigga please, im to strong to fall in love again,and have to kiss and lovey dovey feelings when we hug again
i dont even know why i like her yo,shes mean as hell,but maybe i can give her a chance and then we excel,

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
let me show you how to do this.. lyrically I’m up there with the rest.. truly cruising.. flow sick.. this is my fix like drug abusing.. quick to move with the movement.. what i say i can prove “MAN”.. i aint got nothing to loose “FAM”.. so what the fuck do you expect me to do “DAM”.. I’m down with UFO trying to be true to the crew “FAN”.. DWC was the roots.. NCM was the crew that was saying something new “STAN”..
this is my life.. the things that i write.. never be blinded without sight.. even without eyes.. there a war going on outside..
in the dark places.. hard faces trying to penetrate your minds matrix.. intimidating before they even say shit.. what a bunch of wasters.. hang around in these mazes.. council estate waste bin.. population feels caged in.. like prison walls surrounded by pavements.. feeding pigeons crumbs off the round table.. out the block window.. there’s many a widow.. that walks street for a crack pipe or a ball of white widow..
lost a top dog but now shes letting it rip sucking dicks and shit.. 20 pounds for full sex in the lifts.. there is some grimey people here.. i even see where they piss..
that’s just a picture of the life style i live.. tho my mic talent is bliss.. no one blesses the child with nothing to give.. that’s the way it is.. everybody just wants to get rich.. I’m the man that says money don’t even exist.. we don’t need it.. when have we ever had a free gift.. or received gifts.. apart from socks at Christmas.. off your nan that’s a mean bitch..
grammar man Ive seen it all.. ill probably get outlawed soon like pit balls.. for speaking these curb issues.. “NCM OFFICIAL”…
all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
this the same mans got a gift for the game.. like i got the gift of the mouth.. deep south soldiers “no doubt”.. cronic smoking..
“no drought”.. i love this harsh environment.. street lights and police sirens.. police never come silently.. pop a couple of knifes in the bush quietly..
no time for lieing bee.. time to fly.. plus now I’m half as high.. as the block when i write.. people stop when i fight.. zoom in and lock on their sights.. videos of the flats in the nights.. camera flash in your mind when i re-sight.. funny teachers always told my mum id never be bright..
i was that kid on the street.. that little dog getting something to eat.. without paying.. my treats.. my two hands.. hands full of sweets.. razed on each scam frow the years and the weeks..
all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
ITS NOTHING LONG… JUST LIKE I TOLD YA……..

stop drop and roll.. I’m on fire.. not moving with no liars.. my movements are higher.. like my level.. I’m not like no devils.. tho i write like a true rebel.. kicks claps and cymbals.. he don’t want no lyrical beef.. hes simple..
he got nothing on a real dog.. clear off.. before i rip that beard off.. hes soft..
hes no competition.. he can keep wishing.. and maybe keep dissing.. but never claim my position.. in this mission called life.. hes blunt like a butter knife.. im utterly gutter to the jugular.. and that’s being nice.. like bread you can have a slice..
mans like me don’t care about cars and keys.. more like bars and beats.. money cant make me smile.. more like rizlas and weed.. shit.. hes lyrically weak.. 7 days in the week..
mans like me don’t sleep.. metaphorically.. oh please.. here’s some frees.. TOTALLY FREE..
he should Seuss.. man this is deep…...

just another day being me..

cool to my true dogs…

Like me is the night so dark,
Do illuminate me with your love,
Be my sun, enlighten me like the moon,
Hold me in your arms, & show me the stars…

Tears will then cease to flow,
As the fragrance of your body will lead my way,
The dead night will now start to smile & glow
When under the starlit sky together we two will lay…!

By,
Amrita Mary (Ghy.)
& Stephen Styris (Bngn.),
Assam,
India…

Walking all alone –
Alone with her,
Towards the dearest sea –
The sea of love and understanding…

All love to be in love,
But do all understand –
Understand each other??
But at least two persons well does –
She understands me
And I do her…

By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam,
India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com

UNDERSTANDING

Walking all alone –
Alone with her,
Towards the dearest sea –
The sea of love and understanding…

All love to be in love,
But do all understand –
Understand each other??
But at least two persons well does –
She understands me
And I do her…

By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam,
India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com

in my mind i see different versions of u noticing that their all the same in different ways,happy,sad,angry,glad,but still its u i wish i had,if i was next to u i would hug u but be mad as hell doing it,if i had a picture of u i would smile at it then face it down or move the shit, if i could kiss u i would bite your lip,cuz i fell in love with u when i should have triped,or even sliped cause if u tried to catch me i wouldnt feel this shit,but i fell and u missed and the ground i hit,and hard to…...but…..thats cool,ill jus wipe the dirt off my face,see because of u im always caught with my mind in space,why do i see u everyday….if u left without a trace,but who am i to judge,fuck it if ur gone then ur gone,atleast thats wat i thought right but i was wrong,damn how can i stay strong when the planet that u built i live on?

this shit is wrong

RaIj3

1. No War, Please… #

I’m the grandson of Little Boy,
Fat Man my cousin’s grandfather,
I’m blind, totally deformed is my brother,
With more genetic deformations living we two are…

Bloody America has made us so,
Our Japan’s atmosphere – they’ve intoxicated years ago;
Victims are we two, among many other millions,
Rotting in corners of the world we all are struggling on,
To accept our bitter lives in this sweet Hell…

-Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com