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Category Archives: Books, Reading, & Writing
The Raving — verse 9
Tripped me out to hear this strange bird talk so straight up, The dude had to be jiving—no clue what he said it for; Every renter in the projects no matter what his dialect Would never ever suspect he’d see … Continue reading
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The Raving (Verse 8)
Then this ebony dude inducing my sad face into smiling, Because he wasn’t joking, but a ghastly face he wore, “Though I know that you aren’t raving,” I said, “you’re really misbehaving, You’re upsetting me, though you seem to come … Continue reading
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The Raving (verse 7)
Pried open the paint-sealed shutter, whores below flirt in the gutter, From the fire escape stepped a black-clad dude with a sack from the bodega store; No sound when moving made he; now says he needs a church key; Just … Continue reading
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The Raving (verse 6)
Glad the toilet was so near, I puked my guts up out of fear, And in a heartbeat came more capping, sounding like a .44. “C’mon I said, “that can’t be nothing but a car backfiring; Some gangsta be a … Continue reading
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The Raving (verse 5)
Down the long dark hallway, watching, stood there in a daze, trembling, It ain’t nothing, I’m just dreaming, but they’s never dreams like this before; But silence is as silence does, I’m tellin’ you I had no buzz, And the … Continue reading
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The Raving (verse 4)
Figured I’d go all out; had to give a shout out, “Dude,” I said, “or Girlfriend, I was about to take a snore; Over all the rapping, I heard you out there capping, That’s not exactly tapping, tapping on my … Continue reading
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The Raving (Verse 3)
And the smoke of marijuana filled the room of some kid’s mama Chill me—spill my dollar beer I just bought at the store; Some old man, his kid he’s beatin’ while curses he’s repeatin’, “I’m slidin’ the new chain into … Continue reading
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The Raving (part 2)
Yes, I’ll always remember it was the third of September; I saw a gangsta dismembered, dying on the barroom floor. I was there to try to borrow the keys to Alejandro’s carro “Is he dead?” I asked. Sí, claro—tomorrow there … Continue reading
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The Raving
Once upon a whiskey bourbon, while I watched my ice a-meltin’, Stacks of pizza boxes littering the floor— While the dog, her water lapping, suddenly there came a capping, In the middle of 50 Cent rapping, rapping words that I … Continue reading
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How I know who be callin’ my cell phone
Three Rings for Elvis, king of “Pardon me while I touch the sky,” Seven for the slum lord down the hall gettin’ stoned, Nine for Mortimer when his hair need a dye, One for the drug lord sittin’ on his … Continue reading
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