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#NCProverbs3:36

A slave bounded in chains & shackles From Society  The Radio station is my master The Reality shows MTV/VH1  Look at music right now...  Songs with the same beat,melody,formula,subject matter, same stupid ass dances Even the same damn video treatments.. Trying to tell me that my name is TOBY  Media outlets  Even BET since Bob Johnson sold it  Are the slave trader Now owned by Viacom  If I want to be heard  I say that listeners need to know of my culture My background & ancestry  The House Niggas say (major artists who do anything the record execs say to sell)  Say You gotta be more like us  Don't go against master(major labels) The field Niggas say (dumb artists signed to fucked up contracts) They will destroy your Soundscan  It is a mystery to me  Why I can't be me MiCheCk1.2.  To get accepted (contract)  But if I clone myself Pretend I am younger than I am Act like a thug Air all negative parts of my life.... (dealing drugs,being broke,struggling to recapture the years donated to the military,being homeless,being the reject in the family& unaccepted by most)  And play my designated role  I can then be a House Nigga I might get my papers from a record label  No thank you I am an individual  With my own mind,goals,principles,& agendas  I will just follow The map of history (Independently reading,researching,promoting,& distributing)  Using my tracks for coordinates to locate Harriet Tubmans  Underground Railroad for my musical freedom!

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"When I Got Poetry Pregnant"

When I Got Poetry Pregnant

It was predicted written In the universe The internal clock is ticking When the unity Of the elopement Was selected That is when she Entrusted the endowment of her ink To me Opened with an introduction of Poetic seduction Which was her scribes within the lines of the sheets Which was as thin as our skin I knew she was a freak cause of the words she used When we were writing The Dictation was accurate Her ink leaked Persuasive nouns with consonants Vowels sounds howled at the new moon The I wrote actions She collaborated with contractions With a pencil that transformed into The strokes of a pen Parallel horizontal & vertical When There was a marriage formed within OUR body of work I showed her the lead of my pencil She realized no stencil was needed Our words were heated Copying and tracing Blotting sticking to the sheets Not wanting to erase the freestyle Without protection Weeks later Fiction became Non existent When She missed her period Words are soon to be Born Cause I got Poetry Pregnant micheck12isthisthingonCopyright@2011