FOREVER

MY SOUL SHALL 4EVER B TRU 2 U
UR THA ONLY IRREPLACEABLE PART N MY LYFE
NO 1 CAN EVA SEIZE UR PLACE N MY HEART
MY HEART B'LONGS 2 U & ONLY U
NOT A SOUL COMPARES 2 THA WAY U MAKE ME FEEL
UR THA ONLY 1 4 ME
MY HEAR HAS AT LAST FOUND IT'S KEY
U GIVE ME THAT CLOUD 9 HAPPINESS
FULFILLING MY EVERY WISH & TREAT ME LIKE UR LITTLE PRINCESS
MY LOVE 4 U FEELS SO COMPLEX
MAKING MY HEART FELL SO COMPLETE
U R MY EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING 2 ME
NO1 CAN TAKE DAT AWAY FROM ME
WE BELONG TOGETHER & U WILL ETERNALLY B APART OF ME

ARTIST ke ke with ~QUITER~

YOU DIDN'T GIVE US A CHANCE
YOU JUST GAVE UP ON OUR ROMANCE
STARTED SOMETHING BUT YOU COUDLN'T FINISH
ANY HOPE FOR US YOU WOULD SOON DIMINISH
EMOTIONS GOT HIGH, FEELINGS WERE SHOWN
AND LOVE BECAME WELL KNOWN
EVERYTHING WAS LAID OUT ON THE TABLE
BUT YOU FOUND THAT YOU WEREN'T ABLE
JUST COULDN'T ACCEPT THE FACT THAT SOMEONE LOVED YOU...AS MUCH AS YOU LOVED YOU
COULDN'T COMPREHEND THAT MY FEELINGS WEREN'T PRETENDSO YOU BECAME OVERWHELMED AND STARTED TO PANIC
LET EMOTIONS BUILD UP AND BECAME FRANTIC
FINALLY YOU BROKE DOWN AND HAD TO RELEASE SOME EMOTIONS
SO YOU WENT OUT ON THE TOWN AND SHOWED SOMEONE ELSE YOUR DEVOTION
RELEASED ALL YOUR LOVE AND PASSION SO WHEN YOU RETURNED TO METO MY LOVING YOU HAD NO REACTION
YOU BECAME BORED AND RESTLESS AND FELT YOU HAD TO MOVE
SO CAME OUR BREAKUP WHICH CAME WAY TOO SOON
SO NOW WE'VE WENT OUR SEPARATE WAYS
YOU'VE GONE ON TO SOMEONE NEW AND I'M LEFT WITH MEMORIES OF OUR PAST DAYSBUT I'M NOT ANGRY NOR AM I BITTER
CAUSE I STILL HAVE LOVE FOR YOUEVEN THOUGH YOU TURNED OUT TO BE A QUITER.

ARTIST:J3AN GR3Y

ABUSE BY rae_rox_4_u_2_nv

wen i wuz a youngsta i neva knew wut hit me

then i saw da hand print on thigh n my dad's who it had 2 be

Abuse- suttin i shoulda neva gone thru

Abuse- yea, dady, dats how u used 2 do

Abuse- No1 stickin up 4 me @ all

not even my brother n sister. . . .they let me take da fall

Abuse- As injustice as it wuz n it made ME feel hurt cuz. . .i felt i wuz neva loved

like he had failed me. . . da 1 from above

as if i didn't matter on da drunken nites dat my father would hold dat belt tite

HIT ME 1CE- hurt like a motha

HIT ME 2ICE- where wuz my sista

HIT ME 3 TIMES- where wuz my brotha. . .no1 thea 4 me. . . not even my friends

sum herd da story. . . n asked me 2 make da truth bend

but i sed i wasn't up 4 da trend. . .givin up my strength. . . 2 da 1 who didn't deserve it

2 da 1 who made me go thru dis shit, i wuz da main target in da house

no doubt bout dat, sum wudda called me a f-in brat4 da life dat i lived wasn't all dat simple. . .dats how it is. . . glad i could finally talk bout it now

afta my ma made me shutup n swear nuttin happened

but now. . .i'ma tell dat story how it is. . . 2 who eva will listen

cuz it is my BIZ. . . n i will spread da word, like dat of Gods

put those who did injustice acts lets c how dey react. . .

Abuse- da hurt of my life

Abuse- no1 i knew went thru dis strife

Abuse- how cum it was only me?

Abuse- dats not da way it should be

he wuz a fuckin drunk punk

who made me hurt, evry f-in day i was on alert. .4 wen he got home, i was da 1 he would own

wit kno1 2 help me. . . not at all

all i needed wuz 3 numbas dat i neva dialeddat 1 complaint dat i cudda filed. . . but kno

i'm da reflection of my motha

as weak as i wuz, n as much of a coward i wuz. . . 5 yrs l8a. . .i'm livin wit my cousin, not at home nemore

in2 those 4 walls of my room, goin in2 dat door

no more i won't step in thea again. . . no more

havin my fatha call me a whore. . . no more

havin my face on da floor. . . no morei'm safe now. . .

INTRO

Because of poetry, emotions are kept and cherished for history. Poetry is unbounded without rules to obey, just rules to break. It's one artcraft in almost every artcraft. It's where problems are started and solved and ended at. But it's not always the truth.

Because of Hip-Hop, a tiny almost non-existent voice was given a microphone. Hip-Hop is straight to the point and more importantly Hip-Hop is raw. It's the only true freedom of speech we have left in this world. It's where problems are started and solved and ended at. It's the truth.

In March of 2002, the name Scorpio Poet.com was Designed. For several months, literally dozens of ideas and designs were drawn out on loose leaf papers, legal pads and computer programs. Simultaneously Scorpio Poet was serving as a place where future members would be recruited. Color schemes were tested and retested and retested. Outlines were drawn out so that the perfect blend of Hip-Hop flavor and a poetry foundation could be found. after 4 months of countless designs. In mid July, Scorpio Poet's first outline was finished. Preparation's were made for its first live action.
The site's face changed over a numerous amount of times. Nothing worked. A chance was taking and the site was shut down temporarily. The structure and and design was recrafted.
Today ScorpioPoet.com only owns a small fraction of the internet world, but it has given so much more back. Poetz are finding themselves not only writing more, but writing better. Lyricist have hooked up and recorded tracks together. Some are in the process of working on demo tapes, while some poets have been recognized by publishing companies. The site has become more then just a website, it has become the home to a huge family. There seems to be no limits on where this site can go, you'll just have to stick around and see for yourself.

~Tupac Shakur~

titled wat poetry means to me by PHAT POET

His right hand containing a paper and pen as a gift A man offered me his left in sympathetic charity I’m not telepathic but I could sense his kind mentality

Born into this world no different to any other Only to discover life was going to get tougher The drunker dad became the more agitation brewed With mum he argued till I was poetically rescued I found solitude from the ink that swam from my pen Gave me endowment and accuracy like a natural marksman And then within my spirit I embarked on freeing Believing and achieving stamping a stop on self grieving

This man I realized was an imaginary shepherd To guide me through and become level headed Befriended by the engravements I etched in wood I understood it could sooth pain from my childhood When times weren’t good it supported me with a pillow To ease aching and provide a book for me to bestow My thoughts and dreams a way to cripple their schemes Construct stable mind crossbeams with visual morphines The themes that ran through my head I wrote in concrete To allow my garden bed to grow right there in the street

My journal offered ears when I couldn’t be heard Furnished a safe house when my life was being mortared The selected words that remain on my page today Will forever remind me where there’s a will there’s a way So what does poetry mean to me?

With my shepherds guidance my soul can be free

COULD U LOVE ME ANYWAY BY NATURALLY

No. I dont know the lyrics to all of Tupacs songs.... or Little Wayne eitherBut I can tell you the N.E.R.D songs, or Fefe Dobson...-shes black, doesn't she count?

I don't know when to add the dash of Texas Pete - I mean hot sauce - into your nostalgic gumboOr how to fry chicken for that matterBut if you teach me, I can learn.

I don't know how to corn row your hair,or put shells on the ends of your locks - but my cousin said she'll do it.

I can't be your big booty black freakIm petite, but you still think I'm beautiful right?Right?

I can't have your back in the streets - physicallyBut I can hold you down in every other aspect.. and keep your mind sound at home

No, I don't rock:weave ponytails, pumps,starter jackets,orfishnetsbut I can get dolled up and turn heads reguardless.

I can't weight it or grow itdry it or roll it
But I will blaze with you.

I won't trade my:
"bueno's" for "fa sho's"
Hollister for Fubu
Reggaeton for Gangsta Rap
Pure Accent for Lip Smacking Gum Popping Banter
Optimism for Bitterness
Luxury Ride for an Old School Hoop Ride
Me for You

Don't be embarassed when I wear Nautica gear with Vans

or

Because I pierce my body, and bang my head to the beats from under the Cork Tree

Don't be ashamed.
I am no less black than you are.

My hair still grows in kinky waves,
I'm allergic to the cold,
And I dont sunbathe.

But I know who I am.

The Question is - Could You Love Me Anyway?

"Cant mess wit jamaica babi, wat wat"

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