Caffeine & Nicotine

Caffeine & Nicotine

Caffeine and nicotine
Yeah mix that shit with Listerine
Toothpaste goes to waste
With a Newport in your face
Oh what an early morning taste
As I get a head rush my heart starts to race
Nothing can replace
That ten minute feeling
When dealing
With the everyday struggles of life
Trying to keep your cranium as sharp as a knife
Yeah you struggle all the time tryna find a rhyme or reason
Witnessing the changes in the seasons
Try to stay true don’t wanna commit treason.
You suck that tobacco dick until in the shower your throat’s bleedin’
And you question yourself is it worth it
Do I ever have a purpose
On this earth it’s killing me internally
Living of Colombian blend is burnin’ me.

Devaso slim.
1955-1992 though his spirit lives on!!

James

James
James doesn’t know his dad
But james is never sad
James is rarely mad.
James has uncles and a mother and grandparents
So quit starin’
At how trashy his mother dresses
Quit stressin
Over whether
He will ever
Acquire the blessing
Of knowing his own father
Why bother?
He also enjoy’s a friendly game of roundball
I pray when he acclimates fame I’m somebody he speaks fond of.
Round of applause for mr. james whoe doesn’t know his father
But will go farther in his life
Than anyone might
Imagine or fathom
Whether it be tippin or tappin
Hip hoppin or rappin’
I know for a fact that he’ll make it happen
No longer askin ,

….Where’s my father?

Sadly, the sterling community lost a young man to suicide this past Sunday by the name of James Campbell. Though I didn’t know this young man his death greatly affected people I am close with. Coincidentally I wrote a poem titled James the following Monday about a young man in my class who at the tender age of five has already accepted the fact that he “doesn’t have a father”. I devote a lot of one on one time to this boy because I know from first hand experience what it’s like to have questions about your dad. What is ironic is that I was told in Mr. Campbell’s note that he left his mother he explained that he just wanted to be close to his father again and that it wasn’t her fault. What are the chances? My father died when I was six months. Mr. Campbell lost his father when he was approximately three or four years old. So this poem is tentatively titled “James” in memory or James Campbell in dedication to my father (as always) and to my favorite student James who believes he doesn’t have a dad. Let this short prose I’m offering you strike a chord with you and act as some sort of consolation to the issues we face today as young men and women who are fatherless.

D. Diggs.

My Zone

Whoa, all these lost niggas that sell dope
Man if drug dealing's an art you know how many f*ckin' artists I know
Take that burner off of your waist discard all them bags of dope
Man trust I know your pain feel like you at the end of your rope.
So why not sell dope?
Every good chance in life, you fumbled the ball and choked.
This that single parent household.
You know, trapped in that mouse hole.
With no outlet for you energy.
Till one fateful day you run into me
and i tell you there's a brighter side.
As if i told the whitest lie
you stare back at me with much surprise,
In disbelief.
And i repeat, the same ol' shit every day,
till you find a way out your situation.
No more desparation,
and to those souls i don't reach,
we all know only god can save 'em.

PREACH!!!

Shady Dave holdin' it down.
Marcel Loop It.
Speech
Devasco Corporations
Bismarck Inc.
r.i.p. D'bims
(dedicated to my siblings, close friends, associates and all of those "artists" i've come across in my life. There IS a brighter side, take heed to this message.

Early Death

White women in white cars white pills and white bars

All contributed to the destruction of my black pride

Its been raining all week you know

but I got the sunshine in my wallet on the low

Seen em on tv tryna crucify Obama

While I’m over here prayin my daughter look just like my mama

Oh my god is that a black broad

And I replied why yes

But I prefer calling her the first reliever of my stress

And like a damsel in distress

I rescued her without saving

My nephew livin poor can’t blame that nigga for not behaving

And being misguided

And always feeling slighted

By them privileged white kids

And every day Denise is getting older ya’ll

Pretty soon ima have more than enough weight on my shoulders dog

This is the autumn that my life change

Yahweh I promise im tryna do the right thang

But trying ain’t always good enough

Could call it quits but crying don’t really prove you tough

I remember you was the only one showin up

Showin love

And sho enough

Now you nowhere to be found

As if I’m the one that let you down

Sad to hear you get around

Not in the form of promiscuity

But promises that never came true to me

I realized why in high school I forever practiced truancy

Cause I thought I had a shield but I was emotionally translucent see

But it’s a steady process working towards long lasting progress

But I have the survivals skills of a bassa warrior

I can envision me now running screaming down the corridor

She going in to labor

Or my son calling up the coroner

My wife crying at the top of lungs but not even them tears can save her….

R.i.p. daddy

Bismack Inc./Devasco Corporations

get it straight slim (straight fit visions)

Like the denim levi’s on my body I wanna be cuffin you

Tatto’s on your body revealing hidden scars cause damn life must’ve been tough for you

Without you daddy showin up

And sho enuff u put ur trust in the wrong fellas

Like mary j. in 94 when she was left stuck singin’ acapella

But I ain’t no kc or a jo jo

You must crazy to wanna be involved with me cause my life is movin fuckin slo mo

Wish I was closer with the niggas in my life stress free pro bono no homo

And oh no

I done been cured of writer’s block

Poem after poem blog entry after another one some wonder when will the writing ever stop

I could never put a halt to writtin expression

This is my method of soul confessin’

And every mshap is a blessin’

In disguise so in the landmark event of my demise

My enemies will be revealed no longer able to hide behind disguise

One thing I despise is denial of the facts

How dare you continue to put on an act

You need to be a complete woman and stop lying on ur back

Quit lying on my name

Cause one day im gone acclimate the fame

And who’s gone be to blame

Except you for being my ever churning motivation

Eyes burning from neurotic dilapidation

Yeah kin and that was just the introduction

To a prose story

I suppose a story

Wouldn’t bore ya’ll would it?

Could it be?

That the one standing next to me

Is the young lady who’s next indeed

Who’s next to bleed?

Next to shead tear’s

Newport between my lips burning

No Nicorette im just shedding years

What’s a lucky number seven when I know I don’t deserve heaven

Im to weak

To even speak

That’s y I write with all my might

Bam bitch Bismarck all in ur throat nigga #shockerslapme

My Pyramid

You wake up one day
And realize everything you knew and loved had gone astray
Even your first true love had run away
Close friends and distant family members begin to turn away
Turn their backs on you so their faces start to fade away.
Now is this a bad thing? I don’t think so it’s a part of the human experience
And experience is wisdom
On second thought last night I had vision
That I lived at the top of this rectangular prism
And right beneath me dwelled all the “isms”
You know what im referring to don’t you
Won’t you
List ‘em, you’ve got class, race, sex etc
All types of things that could un level ya
Or is it possible that they could better ya
See in my pyramid dwelling
My friend’s mom won’t have arthritic swelling
In the urban communities globally there will be no bullet shelling
Now im telling
You and anyone who is following along
I did not come here to sing you a sad song
Or string you along
For a ride through my life and times
I refuse to put my life in rhymes
Just small anecdotes
Cliché to say
But I promise I’ve got the antitode
And you can quote me when I say
I love you, im sorry and I miss you every single day

(devasco, Bismarck, Dillinger, Bimbah)

r.i.p. Nana, Daddy

shout out to everyone!!!

Set the Example

Set the example
Don’t make life a gamble
Be the casino dealer
Ain’t nothing realer
Than being a position of power
F*ck being the man of hour
I want to be the human being of the millennium
With unlimited access to the hearts of many men
And have many of them follow in my foot steps
But I’m just getting my feet wet
I ain’t even the made it through the week yet
I can start to feel my feet sweat
Not from exercise but from nervous tension
My nerves is clenchin
Wishing my funds was in the form of a pension
And did I mention
My mom dead sleep
Her body dead week
From working all her life
And I be working all through the night
Writing rhymes
Biding my time
Anticipating my day to shine
Until then I can’t complain
Yeah I’ve made mistakes but I’ll never hang my head in shame
Cause I kno niggas my age with more children than they can afford what a sad sight
Cause that’s a never ending fight
But I’m on a never end flight headed to the stop
And can’t nothing stop
Me or act as obstacle
Cause im against the angle im obstuse and im obsolete
I don’t believe in defeat
But have faith in success
And I could never stress over the small things
See my brother rocking medallions and gold rings
But that’s so shallow cause every day he wonder if he gone have a place to shower
And in the blunt wrap he finds power
Puffin choking on the sour
But it’s the final hour
Times a tickin
And my brain starts clickin
Im back at it again
With my heart mind soul and virtual pen


(Charles h. diggory)
Shoutout apr, kpf, mdw
(free my big bro maf*cka!)

You'll never know

Never been rhythmic or visually gifted

But I’m still an artist through my linguistics

Because I can paint vivid pictures with my rhymes

Word to the wise

We’re living in some very interesting times

Interracial couples

The economic bubble

Not to mention the social and global troubles

But this provides the perfect background for us to reach our potential

Think of your brain as a utensil

And your future as a canvas

Use every rhyme I provide for ya’ll pay close attention to my stanzas

See my mom went from driving a Nissan stanza

To operating a Camry

It was in her master plan see?

Who would’ve thought the car that I rode backseat in a car seat in would be the very gift

I was blessed with

Get it? (Think about it)

Now don’t ever forget it

We are all in each other’s lives for a particular reason

Some of us will come and go as do the seasons

So don’t look at it as treason

If you lose a close friend or two

Cause real friends don’t come in bunches they come in mini/many fews

I can’t wait for my first interview

I’ll be able to share with the world my many views

On love, life and lust

And why TRUST is a MUST

But acceptance is unwarranted

And your parents love is a lifetime warranty

I remember my mother warning me

That she wouldn’t be around forever

That’s why every day I make sure we spend some sort of time together

Cause you’ll never know

When it’s yours or their time to go.

(devasco n*gga)



this one came to me outta nowhere hope ya’ll enjoy, ingest, digest, and take from it like always!!

soul hungry heart starving

Soul hungry and my heart starving
That’s why I can wear gap inc like its ralph lauren
Cause in the end its all material
Your days are numbered and as soon as you’re born you start dying so life is serial
But you don’t need a bar code to scan your surroundings and see your true friends
We struggle to see millions and true ends
But in the end we leave this earth without any of it
So why pursue a life with plenty of it
When at the end of the day you gone feel empty from it
Feed your soul with knowledge
Make ysure everyone in your immediate grasp can afford to go to college
Because without an education
You’ll no doubt suffer from mental dilapidation
And if your brain breaks down there goes your heart
You should’ve known from the start
That that person wasn’t beneficial to you
Take a step back and really visualize what’s special to you
Choose not to bend or break when life applies pressure to you
And when hard work acts as a stressor to you
Take a deep breath and exhale
Whatever you’re going through will only help you excel
You understand?
It’s all in god hands
You just got to devise your own master plan

Pain

I can tell you love me just by how affectionate you are.

And goddamn girl yeah you’ve come so far

But we both got a long way to go

Can’t side arm life yeah that’s the wrong way to throw

Shoulders square chin high chest out yeah that’s the right way to show

These motherfuckers just how strong you really can be

To a point where it’s damn near manly

Pay attention I came up with this plan see

I can make you into the woman you were meant to be

I’m not trying say that you were meant for me

I know that we are in sync mentally

But you’re like my best friend to me

And I don’t want to lose that not for anything in the world

You’re maturing before my eyes you’re everything but a girl

And all of what a young woman is supposed to me

And I’m just tryna keep you close to me

But I look in your eyes and the pain just takes over me

To be continued.

In an effort to commemorate break up season (haha) i wrote a poem which tells a story of a young man who’s main task in life is to help his ex girlfriend become mentally and emotionally stable. The only problem is they both need support (hah! go figure)…what would you do in this situation? feel free to comment with critiques on this poem and responses to the prompt.

p.s. this is not direct towards anybody every line coinciding with any of the reader’s lives i apologize beforehand.

enjoy

(bismarck B*tch)

Funny he is
funny is how he be
being funny is easy to he 123 abc
its half past three
today he only did one thing
and thats blow down tree
i wish it could all go down for free
cause he is i and i am him
skintone color of slim jim
every negro child wants to ride clean on big rims
how can i follow your lead
if with every move you make you heart bleads
ima what your heart needs
first of a dying breed cause
im the alpha
a different chapter
so we could never be on the same page
you could never fathom my rage
d. diggs got the rememedy a weed jar full of sage
moving on into life's next phase next stage
fright is what i suffer from
but ima live to see the beauty of the land where my mother come

lost rhymes

I'm jus tryna make up for lost time
Got a notebook full of lost rhymes
Girl i thought we was meant to be
thought u was meant for me
but damn u done changed mentally
Now im jus hopin u ain't forgettin me
forgettin we n wat we had
so how im posed to feel when my best friend is now my enemy
and inside its killin me
Daddy the only nigga kept it real wit me
U KNO Y
CAUSE HELL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK ME IN MY EYES
AND TELL LIES
but in his recumbant soul i kno i can find honesty
but on the brighter side im further n further from living modestly
t.b.c.

suburban hoodrat

there was this girl i used to date
you could say she's been through it all even been raped
but nah not mentally but more or less physically
and it riddles me
she the prettiest thing walking but can never find the right man
but you could be the best thing smokin but still be in the dark stuck with no light man