Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Party People!

idk why, but this song reminds me of rain, midnight beach parties on
foreign islands, club strobe lights && storms. i know, im weird.

'fragment of my psycho-analysis'

a part of a poem i started writing..
...had a few girlz, some laidback && others prissy
my manz put me on wit some fly chicks
girls yappin @ em like "he aint fulla attitudes, is he?"
but if he'd told the truth they never woulda went wit me

-J. New./x

Sunday, March 8, 2009

"Imagine it speakin to you,askin where ya heart at.."

Imagine That

Imagine that,imagine that the barrel of a gat
is starin you in the eye,like watchu lookin at
Imagine it speakin to you,askin where ya heart at
cocked back,laughed at you,and pushed ya face flat
wake up to empty bottles,vodka you shoulda chased dat
grab ya glock & chain,articles of hood combat
drink gotchu mixin reality wit your dreams
hardly got the means to stand,errything aint wat it seems
seen scenes of implantin hollow tips in hollow heads
leavin notes on bodies,messages to the feds
you shake it off & walk outside to clear ya drunk head
blink your eyes twice,you figure you must be still dreamin
brains & residue stains cover the pavent,ya homie is dead

wit a post-it note stuck to the top of his forehead

nearby is the shell of a hollow tip
dreams turn to memories as you remember quick
of an argument,of pullin out a gat & aimin at his eye
he askin you why,you laughed as he started to cry
he knew he bout to die,you cock back and push his wig back
its all over,you heard the gun clap,his head splat
and wit dat,you wake up realizin that you just imagined that