rock the casbah

Today I rock the mic with all my might
in broad daylight to the crowds delight
I go on night after night
till I disappear out of sight
It's my pleasure to double the measure
digging up words like buried treasure
kicking lyrics that last forever
Sometimes the mic is my only companion
since I was mad young begun to drop rhymes off my tongue
way back from the womb I was sprung
from day one I was getting at it son
to become an architect of a rhyming dialect
the words I select come to wreck the set
my voice beats and booms and covers the room
and pretty soon you feel the rhythm of my a cappella tune
I am consumed with words in a poetic vacuum
I don’t know how to stop
coming at you like a karate chop reaching inner city blocks
spreading in waves like an aftershock
some day I hope to get my props
before death comes and I am dropped 6 feet under
until that day I will continue to rock
like a rhyming robot
I just feel this rhythmic need
Shooting words like my seed
Is my daily deed
Cut me and watch my words bleed
Trying to stay on the cutting edge
Wanting to jump off the ledge
But I don’t want to leave all my words behind
Getting lost in my own mind

We all die

I keep running from death
But it stays on my right and left
It follows me daily
Drains me of energy
I can’t escape the day
When I’ll be in the grave
Subjected to decay
Each sunrise I wonder if it will be the last one my eyes will see
I can’t stop my demise
Gray hairs and wrinkles accumulate
The time is getting late
I keep trying to create while awaiting my fate
There was a time I wasn’t here
Again I’ll disappear I fear
Don’t know how far or how near
Death follows us like shadows
Like red laser beams like poison tipped arrows
The clock is always ticking
Time is always running
Chasing us displacing us erasing us
So put on your best running shoes
Put the petal to the metal as you try to out run that bitch
But there is no way to hit the off switch
As you realize this is it
Time is almost done and what have you accomplished
We run and run and run but it still comes
It strikes some silently others violently
Everyday filled with its scent
It’s so unpleasant
Coffins and funerals
Is daily and usual
To the highest numerals
Wish there could be some way to slow down or stop time
It’s like that on coming train that’s rolling down the line
Death gets us all
Wealthy or impoverished we all get finished
From kings to junkies
Young to old
Death takes its toll
So let’s live while we still got time
Before that train comes down the line
Running out of time running out of time
Everyone wonders how they're going to die
That’s why when we see an accident we slow down when we drive by
We wonder how will our end come
Be it cancer, heart disease or suicide