He's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
She's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
He's a monster.
Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom
While not royalty,
The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;
...He was merely ignorant.
She's a monster.
The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony
While not apparent in the forward,
The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition
She was the textbook terror.
He's a monster.
He invaded to evade; not to reign
He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,
Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.
He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.
She's a monster.
They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes
Seduced her horror into my heart
Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.
Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath
Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills
He's a monster.
No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures
But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...
...over the reality of things to be-that were
I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!
She's a monster
Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo
A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers
She caused my heart to think and feel for me!
She effected my heart to think and feel only her!
She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!
He's a monster.
The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures
As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,
His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window
Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood
His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction
Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash
She's a monster.
The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun
And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws
Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers
They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies
And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance
He's a monster
And as he lunged towards my me
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
She's a monster.
Roped to her heart hungry stomach,
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
You see I am a monster.
And with the inevitable looking so inviting
Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy
Every predator is prey...to something
....and its feeding time
...eat or get ate...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
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TRPoetry
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Orenthal's Room
**Phone Rings**Cleaners: We haven't had anyone call for a shirt, when did you take out your dry cleaning?
Last month my name is ..., my girl usually drops it off my customer number is 789
Cleaners: Oh hi Mr. ..., I met your brother he is a funny guy he came in with your wife last month to pick up your dry cleaning
Cup full of crown, drinkin staring at your name in cell phone
I should call you and go home
But I know your not alone
This good woman I should try,
someone who can appreciate a good guy
One cup for me is too much
I'm about to call yo ass, pick up...
Fuck that nigga that's eclipsing me
I can taste his toothpaste when you kissin me
Fuck that nigga that's inside you now
He better be with you when it all goes down
(Are you home Right Now?)
I might can't do better but I cant do worst
Where has my woman been lately
I might can't do better but I cant do worst
Ill just prayin waitin on you to get here
Another cup of henny, I don't even drink liquor
I don't care how long it takes you to get here
I don't even miss you no more
Confused between nights and mornings
Cuz the sun isn't important
When your pluto....what you mean im not a planet just granite
hook
I used to be addicted to facebook pimpin and tempted by fucking bitches that I almost had
Disappointment
I never knew I had to make an fucking appointment just to call yo ass
Where is the cake cuz--
This is a party yep this is a party
I hope you brought that nigga cuz this is a party
Thank you for comin cuz noone is leavin
God just lost another angel to his own demon
Wish I could go but ain't no escapin from freedom
--And this was torture
Free Clinic Waiting Room this is torture
Kept away from the snakes in the orchard
But damn eve for Christ shakes your just a whore for
The fruits odor, thats why you inhale, engulf and reorder (Another Please)
Hard stay updated when you fuckin the twitter Orca
Dumb bird tryna keep him at capacity
An Opacity to your insecure voracity
Combat Mortality...Fatality
Like Cano took his heart cuz his had yours
And yours has mine and I had to get first
Why in my dry cleaning did I get that shirt?
hook
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
The roofs on fire, and the floor too...
I got some more juice... Is there more goose?
I don't wanna take it straight or ill get in some trouble...
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
WTF IS BLACK? #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE (HxRxR)
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In 30 years the Black Culture/Experience will be relic and only referenced by Top 100 Radio, Blogsite Archives and blurbs in liberal textbooks #conservativesdontcareaboutblackpeople
With a faithless spiritual compass, un-recognizable cultural map, and un-learned racial history, the Black Identity will be un- and in-identifiable.
The Black Identity in America has been in a losing war since Integration, The Assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. , the movie The Mack and the 1980s Crack Epidemic/Reganomics.
These four events together and overtime has wilted, eroded and eradicated the strong, spiritual, communal and persevering Black-Negro-Colored pride and identity, wrought on the whipped and sunburned backs of slaves kidnapped from Mother Africa.
While many aging Civil Rights Leaders, Elders and educated and inspired scholar fight everyday to not only restore it and re-forge it, the Black Identity is losing. With its biggest foe within its own camp, Fighting a war on two fronts, internal & external, has weakened it and led to the tea-ing and the creaming of the coffee.
Moreover, The emerging Global Economy has reared Classism. Suburban Black Kids find more equality in Suburban White Kids than Poorer Kids, especially ones who are Black #aintneverplayedHIDEngoGETIT
The creaming of the coffee seems to some as a realization of Kings Dream, but the de-Blacking our race had lead to our current delusion concurrent dilution and eventual disillusion
#REALTALK WHO ARE WE?!
In our pursuit of American happiness we have adopted the Anglo-Saxon value of individualism. Neglecting our tribal/communal instincts/culture as members of the African Diaspora.
Why did we let US become I. Unity's power hasn't diminished #greatestweaponever, but OUR lack of understanding US & sacrifice for US has relegated it to scholarship essay prompts and Black History Month fodder
PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA does not evoke the same familiarity that Jesse Jackson does #rootothebruhs, but his lucky struggle to the top is detailed in every NBA/NFL athlete's bio and every platinum #nowadaysgold rappers album
Read PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA'S book The Audacity of Hope and then listen to Hov's Reasonable Doubt, they parallel in so many ways. But instead of internalizing both these great stories and conceive "The Audacity of Doubt." Young Black People have bear the illegitimate "Reasonable Hope".
The Audacity of Hope to the streets is the Reality of Dope. Dime bags don't beget diamonds, but dying. Suicide, Homicide and Genocide, all at the same time. Same suspects same victims, the news is a deja vu of yesterday and tomorrow.
It's sad that I can call another Black Man "Brother" now a days & he reply "I'm sorry you have the wrong person". Yes I do sir, Brother not estranged, but strangers
It has even poisoned Africa, the Cradle of Humanity has become the grave of insanity. Most Africans know atleast 3 languages in an social effort to better understand each other. But in a world where only money talks, the canon is currency. And the Dollar Dictatorship has sunk many parts of our beautiful ancestry into a pit of blood, tears, and disease.
Our lack of Spiritual Backbone has turned us into invertebrates, wings of fear flying till we fall, because we are unable to step on the foundation of faith.
WE GO TO DO BETTER, BUT WHO THE FUCK IS WE?! #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE
#IMJUSSAYIN
HUEYxRILEYxRUCKUS
TRPASTICE
TUMBLR
TRPOETRY
married.to.salliemae
@trphipps
In 30 years the Black Culture/Experience will be relic and only referenced by Top 100 Radio, Blogsite Archives and blurbs in liberal textbooks #conservativesdontcareaboutblackpeople
With a faithless spiritual compass, un-recognizable cultural map, and un-learned racial history, the Black Identity will be un- and in-identifiable.
The Black Identity in America has been in a losing war since Integration, The Assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. , the movie The Mack and the 1980s Crack Epidemic/Reganomics.
These four events together and overtime has wilted, eroded and eradicated the strong, spiritual, communal and persevering Black-Negro-Colored pride and identity, wrought on the whipped and sunburned backs of slaves kidnapped from Mother Africa.
While many aging Civil Rights Leaders, Elders and educated and inspired scholar fight everyday to not only restore it and re-forge it, the Black Identity is losing. With its biggest foe within its own camp, Fighting a war on two fronts, internal & external, has weakened it and led to the tea-ing and the creaming of the coffee.
Moreover, The emerging Global Economy has reared Classism. Suburban Black Kids find more equality in Suburban White Kids than Poorer Kids, especially ones who are Black #aintneverplayedHIDEngoGETIT
The creaming of the coffee seems to some as a realization of Kings Dream, but the de-Blacking our race had lead to our current delusion concurrent dilution and eventual disillusion
#REALTALK WHO ARE WE?!
In our pursuit of American happiness we have adopted the Anglo-Saxon value of individualism. Neglecting our tribal/communal instincts/culture as members of the African Diaspora.
Why did we let US become I. Unity's power hasn't diminished #greatestweaponever, but OUR lack of understanding US & sacrifice for US has relegated it to scholarship essay prompts and Black History Month fodder
PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA does not evoke the same familiarity that Jesse Jackson does #rootothebruhs, but his lucky struggle to the top is detailed in every NBA/NFL athlete's bio and every platinum #nowadaysgold rappers album
Read PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA'S book The Audacity of Hope and then listen to Hov's Reasonable Doubt, they parallel in so many ways. But instead of internalizing both these great stories and conceive "The Audacity of Doubt." Young Black People have bear the illegitimate "Reasonable Hope".
The Audacity of Hope to the streets is the Reality of Dope. Dime bags don't beget diamonds, but dying. Suicide, Homicide and Genocide, all at the same time. Same suspects same victims, the news is a deja vu of yesterday and tomorrow.
It's sad that I can call another Black Man "Brother" now a days & he reply "I'm sorry you have the wrong person". Yes I do sir, Brother not estranged, but strangers
It has even poisoned Africa, the Cradle of Humanity has become the grave of insanity. Most Africans know atleast 3 languages in an social effort to better understand each other. But in a world where only money talks, the canon is currency. And the Dollar Dictatorship has sunk many parts of our beautiful ancestry into a pit of blood, tears, and disease.
Our lack of Spiritual Backbone has turned us into invertebrates, wings of fear flying till we fall, because we are unable to step on the foundation of faith.
WE GO TO DO BETTER, BUT WHO THE FUCK IS WE?! #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE
#IMJUSSAYIN
HUEYxRILEYxRUCKUS
TRPASTICE
TUMBLR
TRPOETRY
married.to.salliemae
@trphipps
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
#CasuSTYLE #Fresh2Debt
#CasuSyTle #FRESH2DEBT #CasuSyTle #FRESH2DEBT #CasuSyTle #FRESH2DEBT
Most dudes commit #CasuFOULS when it comes to dressing Casual.
Its not about dressing down doesn't mean lowering your fashion standards nor do you have to be a TRUE
Its about simplicity, layers, contrasting patterns and most importantly SWAGGER!
I mean have you seen the shit @kanyewest rocks?!?!?!?
WATCH MADEA ROCK THIS IN HER/HIS NEXT MOVIE
So Follow these #BASICS and you will never HAVE to smash a #basic chick
JEANS: THE BOTTOMS ARE THE ROOT OF ALL FASHION!
**CHECK OUT THE PREVIOUS POST FOR #SHOEGAMEBASICS
BREECHES GET YOU THE BITCHES and Women notice the style, cut, wear and tear on your jeans. And as stated before you don't have to spend alot to get alot. #FRESH2DEBT
I generally rock LEVIS, EXPRESS
***SLIM BOOT CUT JEANS OR DIE IF YOU A GROWN ASS MAN WITH BILLS. ONLY DOUCHES, CELEBRITIES AND CHILDREN ROCK DENIM WITH THEY ASS OUT
| I think my grand pops was rocking 501s with his #fresh2debt PROCESS! |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vh70uctnUpQ
GREYS are a #must in any wardrobe, they provide you with the ability to coordinate with any color palate with a splash of style, and are always fashionable.
THERE IS A DIFF BETWEEN STYLE AND FASHION!
BLUES are #basics and without a pair, you don't have a life!
TOPS: LAST THING ON, LAST THING OFF, THE FIRST THING PEOPLE SEE
BLACK V NECKS COORDINATE EASILY, STAY CLEAN AND KEEP YOU COOL, BY BOTH DEFINITIONS!!!
I am a JORDAN WHORE, but I always look for CREATIVE Jordan Tees to rock, not just popular ones.
Let a Witty Nike Tees brighten yours and the WORLDS DAY!
EXPRESS TOPS are my GO2s. There Military shirts are a great fit and are a touch of flare, and the TX8 western shirts have the snap buttons and modernize the ruggedness of the country. You will be doing the Cotton Eyed Joe to Kesha!
OHHHH BUT WAAAIIIIT! EXECUTION is the most important.
Cardigans are not supposed to fit like a BLOUSE nor a STARTER JACKET!
Cardigans are the GENTLEMAN'S JACKET!
I rock VESTS with EVERYTHING! Its a non negotiable, dress up dressing down and keeps the eyes on me.
ACCESSORIES:
SKINNY TIES AND TIE BARS #ALL EVERYTHING
Every Modern Man should have skinny ties, you can rock them with the MK2 and the TX8, all the way up, half way up or barely knotted. They provide many flexible style choices depending on occasion, day, and personality, and if needed to run into a semi formal setting, you can fit in, stand out, and still be taken seriously.
TIE BARS are the new chain to me. Invest in some good metal ones though, the plastic ones, can chip and make you look cheaaaap! Vintage stores have alot of great quality old ones but avoid the ones that make your Tie look like Flavor Flavs Neck!
AND THAT MY TWIGGAS IS #CasuSTYLE
TPASTICHE
FRESH2DEBT
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
SHOE GAME BASICS #FRESHTODEBT
#FRESHTODEBT
#SHOEGAMEBASICS
These are #SHOEGAMEBASICS. You can't wear J's all of the time. Get out the DMP box sometimes and get these basic shoes in basic color wheels, to expand your style, swagger and the life of those JORDANS. If I am paying $150+ for some shoes, I'm going to at least get 10 years out of the shoe...until they Re Retro lol.
Classic Nikes are a great way to still have that fashionable look, at a cheaper price. The Royals are very innovative and with jeans give you a very modern and in style shoe, with nostalgic hints.
I am a big proponent of Mids because I wear different colored socks, no socks and don't use lotion on my legs alot. #dontjudge
The only lows I usually cop will be the Sweet Classic Low All Whites because Dude they are SWEEEET!!!
Sperry's are a must, I mean I did go to Baylor, but Minorities please wear them WITH SOCKS. IDK WHY WHITE PEOPLE DON'T LIKE SOCKS?
THE STEVE MADDEN FANTOMS ARE A GREAT CAUSAL SHOE FOR BUTTON UPS AND THEY DON'T EXPEND STYLE. GETS YOU INTO THOSE WACK CLUBS THAT ASK FOR NO TENNIS SHOES.
Everyone will have the Air Max 95s/24-7s/20XXs so try the Nike Trainer SC High OGs in many different colorwheels for that retro athletic look at a cheaper price.
#SHOEGAMEBASICS
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#SHOEGAMEBASICS
These are #SHOEGAMEBASICS. You can't wear J's all of the time. Get out the DMP box sometimes and get these basic shoes in basic color wheels, to expand your style, swagger and the life of those JORDANS. If I am paying $150+ for some shoes, I'm going to at least get 10 years out of the shoe...until they Re Retro lol.
Classic Nikes are a great way to still have that fashionable look, at a cheaper price. The Royals are very innovative and with jeans give you a very modern and in style shoe, with nostalgic hints.
I am a big proponent of Mids because I wear different colored socks, no socks and don't use lotion on my legs alot. #dontjudge
The only lows I usually cop will be the Sweet Classic Low All Whites because Dude they are SWEEEET!!!
Sperry's are a must, I mean I did go to Baylor, but Minorities please wear them WITH SOCKS. IDK WHY WHITE PEOPLE DON'T LIKE SOCKS?
THE STEVE MADDEN FANTOMS ARE A GREAT CAUSAL SHOE FOR BUTTON UPS AND THEY DON'T EXPEND STYLE. GETS YOU INTO THOSE WACK CLUBS THAT ASK FOR NO TENNIS SHOES.
For that same look, the All Black Leather Chuck Lows are perfect. Plus they don't crease like dress shoes.
Everyone will have the Air Max 95s/24-7s/20XXs so try the Nike Trainer SC High OGs in many different colorwheels for that retro athletic look at a cheaper price.
#SHOEGAMEBASICS
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Beautiful Sprout (JOATMON)
We were victims of youth
Suffered from the symptoms of truth
Now to you it was fiction, a dupe
Confused, by the white suit of a love so new
We had the condition of tooth
Armor was enamel
Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer
Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar
Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle
Too bad we were affixed to our ages
On each other we were fixated
In you're eyes I saw my life, and my sunshine in the reflection off your big braces
Our break was hard to fix because we had to skip spaces
Its hard to step up the stairs as a pair when your landings in different stages
And you lie in different places, with different people...placeholders
Replacement players took their glow to shine and takeover
We got drunk of local affection, the long distance made it hard to stay sober
No need for calling or texting, physically connected to others
Became dejected and towards the west we turned our rudders
Even after all these years I still smile when I hear ya name
Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same
What we had was an umbrella of us despite the supercell of doubt
So although it never blossomed it was the most beautiful sprout
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Suffered from the symptoms of truth
Now to you it was fiction, a dupe
Confused, by the white suit of a love so new
We had the condition of tooth
Armor was enamel
Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer
Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar
Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle
Too bad we were affixed to our ages
On each other we were fixated
In you're eyes I saw my life, and my sunshine in the reflection off your big braces
Our break was hard to fix because we had to skip spaces
Its hard to step up the stairs as a pair when your landings in different stages
And you lie in different places, with different people...placeholders
Replacement players took their glow to shine and takeover
We got drunk of local affection, the long distance made it hard to stay sober
No need for calling or texting, physically connected to others
Became dejected and towards the west we turned our rudders
Even after all these years I still smile when I hear ya name
Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same
What we had was an umbrella of us despite the supercell of doubt
So although it never blossomed it was the most beautiful sprout
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Devil in A New Dress (JOATMON)
How you in my rear-view and my windshield?
It’s like a sunny day, with a wind-chill
You just blowing air like a windmill
But you take me there, horseshoes and timb heels
My heart feels likes it’s ran ten hills
Stop for breath looked up and seen a mountain....range
I thought I found a fountain, I found a drain
Cuz she broke my heart, I out here rerouting veins
Connecting them to vages with absent daddies
Vagina Vulture d.b.a Saturday Night Savage
Sunday Morning Vanished
Thanks to my guest, half dressed, mumbling something up in spanish
Te queiro. Te quiero?!? Te quiero! Ay dios!
No me conoces? Donde vives?
I never look up, cuz I know god see this
I aint ashamed, hell he's right here with me
In the club, acting up, he was right there with me
Main reason after Remy I still found that jimmy
I know he's right here, but why is he still right here with me?
I don't deserve it, why aint he deserted?
She did, bounced like it was right before the offering time of service
Goddamn Lucifer, I love ya daughter Lucy
Hot love, but no fire crotch Danny Bonaduce
How she got so many faces and so many races?
How I meet her so many times in so many places?
How she in so many sizes and so many ages?
Don't get her wasted, just point down and ask can you take this?
She, they always reply in the positive
Insecurity modeling, unbottling immaturities swallowing
Don't know if it’s A.I.D.S or aiding cognitive-abilities
But it’s the facility for this soliloquy
Menstruating mentally
I don’t know if stability is in my vicinity
But I know these hours aren’t ours and these minutes aren’t meant to be
So every second is success
Trying to move on, but I see my ex in every club dress
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
WHY WON'T YOU KISS ME BACK? (JOATMON)
Why won't you kiss me back?
The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...
My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...
The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,
Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror
Why won't you say you miss me back?
I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,
But they always miss you...
Your presence should denote your receptive
But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted
I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...
How is your smile a sword and a shield?
I can't take anymore!
I drop to the floor and and kneel
Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame
Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you
The only bit of you that remains....
Why won't you kiss me back?
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...
My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...
The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,
Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror
Why won't you say you miss me back?
I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,
But they always miss you...
Your presence should denote your receptive
But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted
I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...
How is your smile a sword and a shield?
I can't take anymore!
I drop to the floor and and kneel
Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame
Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you
The only bit of you that remains....
Why won't you kiss me back?
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I am the Master P of My Fate (Married.to.SallieMae)
You either slanging crack rock or you've got a wicked jumpshot - Notorious B.I.G
When I was coming up all my heroes where drug dealers, ball players or rappers.
MASTER P WAS SUPERMAN TO US
OH YOU DIDNT KNOW
I never knew any Professionals besides my teachers, and they were all white. The only images I had of Black men were on the court, on the mic, or on the corner.
I have been torn most of my life between the streets and school. The only thing that kept me heavy out of the streets was My T Lady's Belt/Switch/Extension Cord/Right Hook/Stone Cold Stunner!
You neeeeveeeer asked my mama "WHAT?"
School was my sidehustle. I always had a hustle going, while hooping and trying to get better @ rapping. Then after my torn ACL, my hoop dreams were crushed.
I attended Mesquite High School and from 2002 - 2005 EVERYONE WAS A RAPPER. Ike Iwu had his own record label SWAT TEAM Records, and our biggest claim to fame was @keketx with her song Debit Card. Fresh off the slam song "Punchlines" I was all ready to go in with music, but School was supposed to be the SURE way.
That was 6 years ago, and the only thing I am currently sure of is that school was a waste of time. I never dreamed to be a lawyer, doctor etc., and unless you accomplish you dreams, all you have is regret.... and 75K in student loans.
WACKA FLOCKA FLAME, who thinks gunshots are lyrics, will probably be way happier in life cuz he achieved his dream....running a whore house full of semi automated weaponry? POW POW POW POW
I am under more debt than my mom has probably earned in 4 years of her life, but she raised three kids, all high school graduates and college educated. So FUCK my wife, I am through living my life for her. And since I am not getting an anullment/divorce anytime to soon, I got to kill that bitch. Its time to get outta my dreams, and get my dreams out.
I will be a PUBLISHED POET.
I will be a ESTABLISHED songwriter.
I will be a TOURING comedian.
I will be the FIRST BLACK AMERICAN PRESIDENT (ANOTHER BLOG FOR ANOTHER DAY)
Master P had a Record Label, Rap Career, Movies, TV show, Sports Management Agency, Clothing Line and much more. At one point he was the richer than Russel Simmons and Sean Combs. He has even paved the way for his son Romeo to have a "successful" "rap" career and blackmail his way on to the USC Trojans basketball squad 0_O
I'm done living my life for my bills, its time to live it for me. Master TRP....I am the Master of my fate, I am the Captain of my soul...
@trphipps
When I was coming up all my heroes where drug dealers, ball players or rappers.
MASTER P WAS SUPERMAN TO US
OH YOU DIDNT KNOW
I never knew any Professionals besides my teachers, and they were all white. The only images I had of Black men were on the court, on the mic, or on the corner.
I have been torn most of my life between the streets and school. The only thing that kept me heavy out of the streets was My T Lady's Belt/Switch/Extension Cord/Right Hook/Stone Cold Stunner!
You neeeeveeeer asked my mama "WHAT?"
School was my sidehustle. I always had a hustle going, while hooping and trying to get better @ rapping. Then after my torn ACL, my hoop dreams were crushed.
I attended Mesquite High School and from 2002 - 2005 EVERYONE WAS A RAPPER. Ike Iwu had his own record label SWAT TEAM Records, and our biggest claim to fame was @keketx with her song Debit Card. Fresh off the slam song "Punchlines" I was all ready to go in with music, but School was supposed to be the SURE way.
That was 6 years ago, and the only thing I am currently sure of is that school was a waste of time. I never dreamed to be a lawyer, doctor etc., and unless you accomplish you dreams, all you have is regret.... and 75K in student loans.
WACKA FLOCKA FLAME, who thinks gunshots are lyrics, will probably be way happier in life cuz he achieved his dream....running a whore house full of semi automated weaponry? POW POW POW POW
I am under more debt than my mom has probably earned in 4 years of her life, but she raised three kids, all high school graduates and college educated. So FUCK my wife, I am through living my life for her. And since I am not getting an anullment/divorce anytime to soon, I got to kill that bitch. Its time to get outta my dreams, and get my dreams out.
I will be a PUBLISHED POET.
I will be a ESTABLISHED songwriter.
I will be a TOURING comedian.
I will be the FIRST BLACK AMERICAN PRESIDENT (ANOTHER BLOG FOR ANOTHER DAY)
Master P had a Record Label, Rap Career, Movies, TV show, Sports Management Agency, Clothing Line and much more. At one point he was the richer than Russel Simmons and Sean Combs. He has even paved the way for his son Romeo to have a "successful" "rap" career and blackmail his way on to the USC Trojans basketball squad 0_O
I'm done living my life for my bills, its time to live it for me. Master TRP....I am the Master of my fate, I am the Captain of my soul...
@trphipps
from: http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com
The Last Last (JOATMON)
As we laid there, with our thoughts enveloping the moment
We said nothing.
Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all
This is not the first time
But it would be the last…last time
I grabbed her slender frame and lunged
We said nothing.
Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all
This is not the first time
But it would be the last…last time
I grabbed her slender frame and lunged
Pulling her towards me, pushing me into her
Trying to penetrate those two deep mocha guardians of hers and seize what’s mine!
What she has been holding back for far too long
Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine
Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition
He had her. He has her. But I have her!
An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls
So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...
Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,
Shifting us from neutral to overdrive
He has her, but she is mine.
Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us
Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath
Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice
Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers
With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say
Our lips' link synced our unconscious
And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time
I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer
So anytime you need me, circle back to that night
Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment
Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips
Because I am still right there waiting to have you again
...the last last...lasts
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
What she has been holding back for far too long
Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine
Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition
He had her. He has her. But I have her!
An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls
So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...
Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,
Shifting us from neutral to overdrive
He has her, but she is mine.
Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us
Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath
Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice
Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers
With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say
Our lips' link synced our unconscious
And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time
I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer
So anytime you need me, circle back to that night
Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment
Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips
Because I am still right there waiting to have you again
...the last last...lasts
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Monday, January 17, 2011
Diary of A Broke Black Graduate (Married.to.SallieMae)
Where is my Tyler Perry? Where is my Madea? My Alonzo? #nohomo
It's the longest running unfunny joke sinceDane Cook ...a college degree.
It's a Ponzi Scheme, that's legal...like the government.
I worked hard to graduate #14 from Mesquite High School (2001 Division 1 5A State Champs!!!) and was told that I could go anywhere. Colleges flooded my inbox, elbowed out my teenage rap dreams(yea yea...)with hope...
Hope of getting out of my Ma Dukes house, BUYING her a house, and getting out of poverty. Baylor University was at the end of my scholastic rainbow, but little did I know that the Pot of Gold had a hard bottom, and was BORROWED!
SALLIE MAE WAS THE LEPRECHAUN, MORE LIKE THE LEPRECHAUN FROM THE HOOD
Now I'm working for a bank...they same MOFOS THAT I OWE! THE SAME MOFOS THAT CAUSED THE RECESSION, WHICH CAUSED JOBS TO BE SCARCE...AINT THAT A BITCH!?
Overeduated, Underpaid...Ive been broke all my life. My mama had the MCI bill in my name. I had bad credit, before I could spell credit.
Where are the movies for those in my situation? Where are our 6'4 cross dressing warriors ready to fight for our happiness (GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT!!)
Where are our heroes beside behind the counter @ Starbucks?
The Bald headed Man from Law and Order is Sallie Mae, the schools are just the Light Skin sidepiece, getting fat and fancy off our money!
So currently I am unhappily married to Sallie Mae, but I'm do not want a divorce...I want to be a Widower...
It's the longest running unfunny joke since
It's a Ponzi Scheme, that's legal...like the government.
I worked hard to graduate #14 from Mesquite High School (2001 Division 1 5A State Champs!!!) and was told that I could go anywhere. Colleges flooded my inbox, elbowed out my teenage rap dreams(yea yea...)with hope...
Hope of getting out of my Ma Dukes house, BUYING her a house, and getting out of poverty. Baylor University was at the end of my scholastic rainbow, but little did I know that the Pot of Gold had a hard bottom, and was BORROWED!
SALLIE MAE WAS THE LEPRECHAUN, MORE LIKE THE LEPRECHAUN FROM THE HOOD
Just pay me back 6 months after get your Good Job
I avoided #MyWife like the plague, but after tuition was RAISED 7 PERCENT and my scholarship was RAISED 0 PERCENT, I was engaged, and endangered!
I WAS BALLING WITH THAT REFUND CHECK! I was even eating the real ramen noodles...Maruchen not that Top Ramen crap.
I avoided #MyWife like the plague, but after tuition was RAISED 7 PERCENT and my scholarship was RAISED 0 PERCENT, I was engaged, and endangered!
I WAS BALLING WITH THAT REFUND CHECK! I was even eating the real ramen noodles...Maruchen not that Top Ramen crap.
Pass the hot dogs and hot sauce!
After 4 years...and 3 months of living the life of luxury, 14 year old cars (89 HONDA) bumming and cramming, I graduated!
After 4 years...and 3 months of living the life of luxury, 14 year old cars (89 HONDA) bumming and cramming, I graduated!
I caught the HOLY SHIT IM IN DEBT GHOST!
I hit the job market by storm...in the midst of a ECONOMIC CLUSTERFUCK deemed the recession! It was looking worse than Kat Stacks the morning after with a hangover...ewwww
Everyone wants a candidate with job experience...did they not read on my application that I just graduated?
...they definitely didn't read that Ryan Phipps was a Black Man's name..."So YOU're Ryan Phipps?
I hit the job market by storm...in the midst of a ECONOMIC CLUSTERFUCK deemed the recession! It was looking worse than Kat Stacks the morning after with a hangover...ewwww
Everyone wants a candidate with job experience...did they not read on my application that I just graduated?
...they definitely didn't read that Ryan Phipps was a Black Man's name..."So YOU're Ryan Phipps?
Now I'm working for a bank...they same MOFOS THAT I OWE! THE SAME MOFOS THAT CAUSED THE RECESSION, WHICH CAUSED JOBS TO BE SCARCE...AINT THAT A BITCH!?
Overeduated, Underpaid...Ive been broke all my life. My mama had the MCI bill in my name. I had bad credit, before I could spell credit.
Where are the movies for those in my situation? Where are our 6'4 cross dressing warriors ready to fight for our happiness (GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT!!)
Where are our heroes beside behind the counter @ Starbucks?
The Bald headed Man from Law and Order is Sallie Mae, the schools are just the Light Skin sidepiece, getting fat and fancy off our money!
So currently I am unhappily married to Sallie Mae, but I'm do not want a divorce...I want to be a Widower...
I AM GOING TO KILL THAT BITCH LOL
Diary of a Broke Black Graduate...WHAT HOT GRITS CAN'T DO, A GUN WILL!!!
Diary of a Broke Black Graduate...WHAT HOT GRITS CAN'T DO, A GUN WILL!!!
from: http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com
@trphipps
Check Out : http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-and-15th.html
Check Out : http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-and-15th.html
Thursday, January 6, 2011
De(a)f Poetry (JOATMON)
This is not Deaf Poetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures
This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures
This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
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