Soul Food!!!!!!

What's goodie people as my man @lordlike from twitter (http://twitter.com/lordlike would say) Salutations! It's been a cool weekend.. I chilled with friends and watched that bum fight between Hatton & Pacquiao (yes people that's how you spell his last name.. lol) but anyway you guys know I love a good poem or two, something that makes you say damn "I can see exactly what he or she is talkin about". That poem that gives you the crazy visual.. Well I've got another one for you!!!! This comes via a good friend of mines transmitting all the way from Saint Paul, Minnesota *Cheers & Applause* Introducing Miss MoMosa (http://twitter.com/MissMoMosa yet another shameless plug lol)

She is a dope poet/writer who I've come to grow found of her poems and her "In your FACE" style of writing which is quite refreshing to see in an era of such "watered" down & "dumbed down" poetry. I wanted to share a poem that I like called "Always A Reason" I hope you guys enjoy it.. please feel free to leave comments on my page or on her twitter site.....

Until later,

"I'll Plant you now... and Dig you later"

Deuce's!!!!!

Always A Reason
By Indiguin Eighty 2 aka Miss MoMosa

It has a name and a purpose
To serve or shall I say be served
By those with no nerve
Who stand on a block with one goal
To make money and keep making it
Keep cooking it
Keep flipping it

For the familiar junkies
Who’d sell they child for a piece of the crumb cake
Just one drop is all it would take
For the overzealous clients getting’ that baking soda product
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke, Smoking it up

They bologna has a first name
It’s C-R-A-C-K
It’s their nutrition, they vitamins, they food for the day
So step aside one always on the rush
Quick movements so it ain’t on the low low
Er’body already know

They see where you be going
Walking real fast right through the strongest winds if it be blowing
Gotta go get high
Sit in the bathroom and toke till you roll eyes
Can’t speak truth
Your mind only expels lies

You’re a statistic
And some twenty years ago
When it all began
You were that beautiful person
You had a strong hand
Yet in today’s light you depend on your reaper
That rubber band man

They bologna has a last name
It’s K-I-L-L-S
It’ll dig deep pulling the life right out of your chest
Taking your last breath
And all you know is gone
From your family to your home
All your cash
Forcing you to bend down or bend over sucking or selling some ass

Sometimes it escalades from one drug to the next
Something like heroin or maybe even something like meth
Having you seeing shit
Hearing shit
Overly stressed
It’s a smell that lingers

Do you know what I’m talking bout
It’ll seep from your pores
You ain’t even gotta open your mouth
You’re obvious yet imperceptible
I said you’re obvious
To where they know you when you walk by
They can easily entice you to get high

Take a hit and they happy
Cause they hit a lick
To them you really ain’t shit
But a boosta when they need a new fit
Or some kicks for they kids

You believe they your friend
You believe but you’re weak
Invisible to them unless you tweaking and roaming the streets
Willing to give up your last dollar
For some hardened powder
That through cooking has probably lost most it’s power

But you feel that feeling you addicted to
You grasp it and feel every time you indulge it
It’s like new
You’ve lost weight and your hair is thinning
Your jaws have sunken and your face is different

Your mind ain’t stable
You constantly trippin’
Can’t remember the day you were normal and healthy
Dreams of being sanctified and wealthy
Not knowing what a true smile feels like

Why on earth would someone want this life?
Yet you don’t it’s that feeling you’re addicted to
Even if you feel it for a just a little while
You believe you’re meant to
Until you feel nothing no more

Your mouth is closed
And you no longer speak
Your soul is silent
You’re six feet deep
But you’re not the only one to battle this feat
It’s a cycle that will continue to repeat
Until we change it
Cause we can change it!