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


3 comments:

  1. "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"

    i read this line so many times...then i started rapping it(or at least tried to)!

    WOW im amazed at this poem!
    no wonder you have so many followers and now im one of them!!!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. thanxx, i really appreciate the love =]

    ReplyDelete