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Nate Dogg
Senior Member

since 1999-11-15

Posts 1658
Georgia, Fulton

0 posted 2001-04-02 10:32 PM

I actually posted this last week but since this board moves so rapidly, noone got to read this so, I've posted it again for y'll and especially, for those who love my work....I must say that this is one of the most solid verses I've written and when I mean solid, I mean rhyme scheme, vocabulary, content, rhythm, and flow...it's like I used my talents and put it all together as i'm very proud of this poem and I hope y'll enjoy it!

Like the sun in the sky,
my career is fixing to set
as money barely comes by,
for a rap artist such as I
as, I got skills in heavy abundance,
but my fate, been reduced to a low rate,
while my peers, make music that's redundant
as their rivers of cash, flow great
because, it's all about the money
so, it's quantity over quality
as good intentions are microscopic,
to swell and fat pockets,
as it's easier to stagnate and flop,
than it is, to elevate to the top,
and it's a shame,
that some artists in this rap game,
only care about the women, money, and fame,
and neglect the projects,
from where they came
when they get rise, from ashy to classy.
I give a damn about a platinum plaque,
I just wanna get paid,
and recieve respect from true hip-hop fans,
for all the worthy music I've made,
as I'm depressed, drinking a bottle of henny,
thinking about the future of my son Jimmy,
while avoiding that feeling dancing in my heart
of deciding whether or not, to abandon my art
cause, when I make a commercial song,
the true hip-hop fans think I'm wrong
but, when I make an underground classic
the masses, by pass it,
so basically, I'm trapped in rap's casket.
Who can I blame,
for these thought waves,
that flow through my brain,
keeping me from going insane,
as I'm a dope lyricist, a hope therapist,
that drops knowledge, like an anthropologist
but, they don't wanna hear anything complex,
all they wanna hear, is drugs, money, and sex.
They don't wanna hear something essential,
something that helps your mental,
they just wanna hear something more conventional
as I refuse, to forfeit my artisic integrity,
for more money from making a pop-rap melody,
in other words, I refuse to sell out
my hip-hop roots, in pursuit of more clout,
as I just want enough money,
to live my life in security
but, it's alright though
as I've accepted,
to how subjected life goes
and how rough life can be
as I'm in this abyss, of unhappiness
cause, of my immense passion to emcee
but no matter what,
I will continue to bless the mic,
with immaculate precise.

Joyce Johnson

Member Rara Avis

since 2001-03-10

Posts 9912
Washington State

1 posted 2001-04-02 10:37 PM

Too bad this got passed by. I am too old for rap, but if it is your passion I am sure this is very good. It has a rhythm that I like. I know how it is. Some of our favorite poems are overlooked and some other we weren't so sure of gets kudos. Joyce

Balladeer

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

2 posted 2001-04-02 10:54 PM

I agree, Nate. This one is worthy to be proud of. It's the same old song in many fields...stay true to the integrity of your work and starve or to hell with the integrity, sell your ideals out and make it big.....personally I believe the first one is the winner....he dies the happiest...although many times sooner than the second...

Nate Dogg
Senior Member

since 1999-11-15

Posts 1658
Georgia, Fulton

3 posted 2001-04-02 11:42 PM

Thank you Balladeer and Joyce for responding....I really appreciate it!

Nathan

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