Religions are really the words describing a man or many other men's visions. carried out with maticulus precision. to establish a machine that churns out doctrine's do's n dont's, can't n won'ts. better not or else. you lose your stealth. stay on the straight path stay away from science but trust in math. a question may ask? what is my task. to bask in the shade after ive got it made...or purposely suffer so i can buffer my chances to receive admission to the goal of my mission. Women should practice submission. men should respect them n not diss em. cant miss em...they usually cause distractions and muscle contractions. spontaneous erections...a good one can lead you in the right direction if shes the right selection. but move with discretion cause when they act malicious intentions...it could leave u in a state of depression. stressn not eatin beatin urself up for your uncontrolable bad luck. So to religion u turn...believing in something you cant' see touch smell or burn...all you know is that it makes your soul yearn for more n more....dare to explore and look for the truth. cause niggas is sick of rockn the gold tooth. we wanna look like west n obama stop fightin in the middle east lookin for osama. fix the racism no more ant jamima. dont run fromt the truth cause ima sure enough find....full spead ahead look out behind ya!!!!
The End
(Bismarck Inc.)
This is my medium of getting my poetry out to people who are willing to read, understand, and listen to what i say. All criticism is welcome, negative positive, constructive, destructive, etc.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Mousehole
no father in the household
no one to guide and comfort her soul
she keeps to her self like a rodent in a mousehole
no one can reach her not even her mother
shes too busy takin care of her younger brothers
she uses excessive make up as a mask or a cover
12 years old she found out the hard way of the meaning of a "rubber"
18 years old been 6 years as a mother
been shedding tears one after another
second child born 1 after the other
only fuck friends never could find a true lover
why bother she realized early on she'd had have to be the mother and father
thank god she had two sons and no daughter.
would wanna repeat that cycle
she remembers the day she lost her cycle
wouldnt wish that on any other individual
the pain of pregnancy is residual
leaving a stain but never releasing you of its disdain
for you wellbeing
shameful you feel like a hell being with your belly being
the way it is 9 months you waiting for the day that is
now what you call juniors birthday
is a blessing formerly known as your worst day
now you found a man he say he wants to b a family man in the worst way
you cant believe it...you've finally achieved it...
T.B.C. (BISMARCK INC.)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
STUCK
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I want the quick financial solution
but cant seem to find a resolution
or a simple solution
young black males our minds are polluted...
our lives are dilluted....watered down and compressed
our brains are suppressed
never reaching our full potential
but somehow we manage to end up in a penitentiary
it dont make sense to me...
enhance your censoring
attention government yall should censor me...
cause i dont tell no untruths
shit to real to be repeated n a studio booth cant lie thru em all i got left is one tooth. cant lie to em cause all i posess is my balls and the truth...so separate the truth from the lies..
cause dishonesty is how the soul slowly dies
don't plot on my demise
plan on my lyrics bein reprised.
now its up to you to decide
simple equation u wanna multipy or divide.
cause this pain im feeling cant be denied.
so hungry everyday like my digestive system has died.
stomach rumbling everytime i close my eyes.
cliche ? asking god why..
we all know why
cause thats the way life goes...
makin it from dollar to to dollar
tryna holla
at the light white bright hoes..
thick hips n pretty toes....
tryna dodge ur petty foes.
pulled the trigger on him lord did he know? that was some lady's only son
some childs stars and sun...a life just begun
21 years deep
hadn't even begun to peek...
hold on i havent begun to speak .
those were just my thoughts...
here my voice echo like the sounds of empty pots.......
I want the quick financial solution
but cant seem to find a resolution
or a simple solution
young black males our minds are polluted...
our lives are dilluted....watered down and compressed
our brains are suppressed
never reaching our full potential
but somehow we manage to end up in a penitentiary
it dont make sense to me...
enhance your censoring
attention government yall should censor me...
cause i dont tell no untruths
shit to real to be repeated n a studio booth cant lie thru em all i got left is one tooth. cant lie to em cause all i posess is my balls and the truth...so separate the truth from the lies..
cause dishonesty is how the soul slowly dies
don't plot on my demise
plan on my lyrics bein reprised.
now its up to you to decide
simple equation u wanna multipy or divide.
cause this pain im feeling cant be denied.
so hungry everyday like my digestive system has died.
stomach rumbling everytime i close my eyes.
cliche ? asking god why..
we all know why
cause thats the way life goes...
makin it from dollar to to dollar
tryna holla
at the light white bright hoes..
thick hips n pretty toes....
tryna dodge ur petty foes.
pulled the trigger on him lord did he know? that was some lady's only son
some childs stars and sun...a life just begun
21 years deep
hadn't even begun to peek...
hold on i havent begun to speak .
those were just my thoughts...
here my voice echo like the sounds of empty pots.......
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