hustle and flow

(a block tale)

rocks and glocks
cash in stash spots
never running from cops
because every nigga has got a price
this is my hustle
and from corner to corner this is my kingdom
i am an enigma
educated
unadulterated
black male
preaching pride to black men
but pushing product like i am going out of business
you call it criminal
but i call it survival
this is my block
and my hustle feeds families
im sending sons and daughters to private school
im promising future to those that were forgotten
i am all about this block
you can ask me about 401k
or how to break and stash an AK
how to invest in the stock market
or invest in the street
i tried corporate america
but this
is my hustle
rocks and glocks
cash in stash spots
never running from the cops

pushing words like birds
these flows come in ounces
i stand from corner to corner
talking sex like a pimp
talking prophesy like a preacher
talking hustle like im going out of got damn business

rocks and glocks
cash in stash spots
never running from the cops

i got work in my pocket
one line at a time

i got poetry to push
(quiet da artist/copyright 2005)

sí

i asked for more than i was willing to give
she laughed
and said
"sí"
but only if i was willing to give all i had
i smiled and replied
"mi alma pertenece a usted"

she is where i wanted to be
but somehow i lost my way
pretending to smile only made my heart ache
and she listened to me break into pieces
she was there to pick me up
she comforted my soul
and when i asked if we could be forever
she said
"sí"
but she knew forever wasnt promised
we only had this moment
this minute
this second
this right now

so when i asked for more than i was willing to give
she laughed
and said
"sí"
because this was our time
to
esté en amor

(quietdaartist/copyright 2007) - please forgive my translations i dont speak spanish

inspired by a true story

i wanted her
as much as she wanted me
we
lived a life of lust, lies and lyric
but she wasnt a poet
she was just poetic inspiration
my temptation
the answer to my contemplation
the reason i
poured my thoughts into her heartbeat
she was my moment of zen
the important part of us
we were more than just
prisoners of our own lust
she
was my motivation
the reason living was possible
she excited my soul
she raced my heart like CoRVette engines
and together we were going nowhere
she teased my thought
her words led my mind to erogenous places
her touch set me free
and together we were going everywhere
even if it was a life of lust lies and lyric
she wasnt a poet
but by her existence
a poet was inspired

(quietdaartist/copyright 2007)

scorned

i never knew
what she wanted from me
she said the truth
but my words only made the situation worse
i promised to never fill her soul with lies
because
to many past situations
left her heart subdued
so when i said that my soul
needed to be set free
i never thought she would
sit quietly and plan my demise

she
was
willing to
sell her soul for a life time of situations that never needed to occur
so with much softness in her sound
she asked me to stay
if just for one last night
and i fell victim
to lustfull thoughts in my own mind
willing to
sell my soul for seductive ideas
and
unreal dreams
that would lead to nightmares

so that night
with no strings
i unattached my heart
as she held on tighter
we blended from the outside of our flesh
to the inside of our soul
and when the sun rose
her tears left her sleeping in a river
drowned by the thoughts of us
never knowing love again
but i never thought she would
sit quietly and plan my demise

with unattached hearts
she left marks of passion in places
that could not be explained away
she erased impressions
and contacted notions that needed validation
she planted ideas
that grew into situations
and when all else failed
she cried
and tears fell like daggers
lacerating parts of my heart that couldnt be repaired
and i
never thought she would
sit quietly and plan my demise
so alone i sat in the coolness of hells fury
trying
to avoid
her scorn

(quietdaartist/copyright 2006)

IS IT ME?

i wish we could be
but i could never be we
you ask is it me
but i just try to be
and in me being me
what i ultimately see
is that we
is really just me
living selfishly
and i pray that you will see
that this is who i will always be
and it has never been you
it has always been me...

(quietdaartist/copyright 2007)

she

i saw you the other night
but she wasnt you
she had your eyes
her smile was your smile
her way was your way
but she wasnt you

i saw you the other night
but she wasnt you
i said hello
hopeing
her words were your word
hopeing
her touch was your touch
praying your smile would shine through
but she wasnt you

i missed you the other night
but she wasnt you
i asked her name
but it wasnt your name
i saw you the other night
but she could never be you

(quietdaartist/copyright 2007)