Prose
Saturday, December 26th, 2009
by Tony
I don’t know what to do with you.
You’re never there when I call and you act like you can’t call anybody back.
Showing up a day late, a dollar short, acting as if you did no wrong.
You promised to be my rock, my port in the storm, but constantly heeding to the beckon calls of other people.
Left behind I had to do without you, but I kept my head above the water and I did what I could to survive.
You may not like the choices I had to make, or looked at my past with slight contempt. You were suppose to be there and be at my side but you weren’t.
I’ve loved you for so long and I’ve never been sure if you truly loved me back.
I’ve heard the pretty words, the hope and the promises but I know that they’ve been told to others.
And yeah, I know about the others. I’ve known for some time, the love, affection and devotion they flaunt is a little hard to not notice, but I loved you and let it slide.
I loved you for so long and I’ve never been sure if you truly loved me back…
I wonder if other people sit and ponder “Does God love me?”
Monday, September 25th, 2006
by Tony
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
Sunday, April 23rd, 2006
by Tony
I’m wishing you the best,
Pray that you are blessed,
Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness.
(I’m better than that)
I’m not gonna blast you on the radio,
(I’m better than that)
I’m not gonna lie on you and your family,
(I’m better than that)
I’m not gonna hate on you in the magazines,
(I’m better than that)
I’m not gonna compromise my Christianity,
(I’m better than that)
You know I’m not gonna diss you on the Internet,
Cause my mama taught me better than that!
Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
by Tony
Don’t hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try
Close your eyes, picture me rollin,
sixes, money foldin
Bitches honeys that swollen
the riches, nas get in ya
most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner
best storyteller thug narrator my style’s greater
model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
Commentators ring side try watchin my paper
almost a decade quite impressive
most of the best is in the essence
for this rap shit that I stand for
expanding more to the big screen
bill gates dreams
but it seems youd rather see me in jail
with state dreams
want me off the scene fast
but good things last
like your favorite m.c. still makin’ some mean cash
first rapper to bring a platinum plaque
back to the projects
but you still wanna hate, be my guest
I suggest
YOU CAN HATE ME NOW
Friday, January 13th, 2006
by Tony
I’m literally a fucking pill.
I take them to escape,
I take them to get by.
They dull the pain,
So I can rest.
Do others take pills
To deal with me?
Do I cause them to
Stress out, lose sleep
And stay up all night?
I hope so, cause
I’m a fucking pill!
