Is this thing on?
Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye
Power to the people

We livin’ in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit
The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
New watch, know what time it is, watch us (You see us)
They can’t stop us, prophets, beyotches

(Kanye West)

No one man should have all that power (Yeah)
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours (Yeah)
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
(No one man should have all that power)

(Jay)

Rumble, young man, rumble
Life is a trip, so sometimes, we gon’ stumble
You gotta go through pain in order to become you
But once the world numbs you, you’ll feel like it’s only one you
Now you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, “Is this what it’s all come to?”
Lookin’ at life through sunglasses and a sunroof
You have the power to get out from up under you
Fuck Rollies, labels, fuck what everybody wants from you
They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle
To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit
In search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor Swift
Tell her this

No one man should have all that power
(Power-power-power-power-power)
And then they
And then they
And then they
And then they

(Kanye)

Now when I walk in, everybody do the “Power” clap
Clap, clap, clap
Fresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap
Clap, clap, clap
I seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap
Clap, clap, clap
My socket was out the plug, now it’s time to get the power back
Clap, clap
I seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose power
Power to the people at last, it’s a new hour
Now we all ain’t gon’ be American Idols
But you can least grab a camera, shoot a viral
Huh? Take the power in your own hands
I’m a grown man, doin’ my grown dance
I don’t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch
I’m on my Van Gogh, I don’t hear shit

No one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
‘Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours

And then they
And then they
And then they
And then they
And then they
And then they

Now everything I’m rhymin’ on cause a Ramadan
Been a don, prayin’ for the families lost in the storm
Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran
So the next couple bars, I’ma drop them in Islam
They say as-salamu alaikum, wa alaikum asalaam
That’s no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your moms
Now the question is, how we gon’ stop the next Vietnam?
Keep Flex out of Korea, ’cause you know he drop bombs

(Swizz Beatz)

Showtime!
Hey, yo, Yeezy, stop playin’ with these people, man
They wan’ see you act all crazy in this ma’fucka, man
Take that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?

(Kanye)

What do it mean to be the boss?
It mean second place is the first one who lost
The crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross
Truth or fiction, it’s a hell of a cost, do the dishes
I’m ’bout to hit that Jeff Gordon
Michael Jordan, the only one more important
But I be feelin’ like Jordan when I’m recordin’
‘Cause every time I record, I duck to slap the boards
I don’t know what these rappers gon’ do afterwards
Prolly spaz like I might do at the awards
Huh, I got the whole crowd goin’ crazy
Homie, I should be rewarded
Gettin’ money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh?
Eatin’ Wheaties, drinkin’ Fiji, bein’ greedy, huh?
Don’t even think you can allude to the rumors
I’m immune to the booze, I’m a prude to you losers
It’s all in time, my nigga
See, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga
Now Jay my big brother and Bey my li’l sister
And excuse me, but, you can’t see my li’l sister
Number one sound across the board, hey
Number one now and forevermore, hey
Number one rule is niggas don’t hate
Maybe I’ll drop the album, nah, all y’all gotta wait
And on the ‘Net they showin’ pictures of my Cali place
My Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali plates
All my old girls know that I’m the one that got away
I think about at Christmas, and play some Donny Hathaway
And keep my bulletproof hater coat on
Lookin’ at some photos that I’m lookin’ crazy dope on
Hand up, talkin’ shit, yeah, I get my Pope on
And go home wit something to poke on
That’s what Dre said, but this what ‘Ye said
How ‘Ye doin’? Who ‘Ye screwin’?
That’s for my dick to know, before you get to know ‘im
She ain’t give you ass? That pussy fictional
I gotta give her the eviction note
‘Tis “Get yo’ ass out, bitch, vamonos”
Five seconds to the song, and we gettin’ close
I got the power, ma’fucka, if you didn’t know

(Swizz)

Chill, chill, chill, chill, man
Chill, ‘Ye, chill
Shit’s burnt up already
It’s over

I’m late but this is too funny. I will be giving myself 50 lashes for liking the song.

I need a break
(comma)
A pause
from all the interpretation
spreading
moving away from the point
The end
I just need to be
Begin or end
I don’t need to know
I lost my concern
when forward slash
forward slash
I (dot) came
and you
left me in a sub-folder
marked History

And the pain continues
I call myself ellipsys
misspelled
write me back
correct me
give me something
to look forward to
give me a reason to move beyond
this stanza

I asked for a pen
so I could end this life
this loneliness that coincides
my regret
but all I have is a page full of poems
and feelings that I keep balling up
into wads of paper
throwing in a trash can
only to look in a mirror
and have them reappear

Fuck yo feelings
poetry is a joke
I don’t need to be another punchline
I refuse to be a spoken word
Gone
Inspiration to a clown
audience full of agreers
Like they know this pain
like they knew your love
Like they understand this hell
Like this bleeding maleficence
isn’t dehydrating my soul
Like I don’t already live within
an end that no period could punctuate
Like I have anywhere to go
but away
you took my up
you took my tomorrow
You took my ability to feel

And with this
Love
possessive in nature
desperate in its attempts
to make us do the exact opposite of what we feel
Commit when we lust
Lust when we covet
Covet when we tire
tire when settle
settle when we commit
It is with this
Love
that I leave you
The way you came
Open to opportunity
Fixed in my gaze
Wrapped in my feelings
Never again will I need either of you
And ever again will I remain …

©2010 Dew

Solitude – Coming Soon