ain’t no big deal / pretty typical mischievous teen but / breath of fresh air steppin on the scene but / nice guy but sometimes i did mean stuff to my own sisters / pretty much clean cut / only angelic in presence, far away from heaven / no control of my tongue, quick to get irreverent / smoked enough cigarettes and blunts to kill a reverend / by may 17, 1997 / lied to my people, told them i graduated / kept all the gifts, guilt left me agitated / threw away all i built as a journalist / hard-headed telling myself i could rap and make it / new i coulda shoulda woulda been doing both / but chose to do the most / trying to stunt my growth / battled through emotions / hid behind a song / i’ma cast my stones at eddie long
[chorus] eddie long
now my story gets bad, but at times it gets greater / broke into my homie’s house as a fifth grader / a way to channel my curiosity for the worst / and i don’t think i’m a thief it’s some sort of curse / and i don’t think i’m a liar, the truth sort of hurts / growing pains, growth spurts / instead of tripping off guilt, wanna be the judge / shed tears over my dirt, see the mud / but i believe god wanted me to budge / content where i was, rapping like a mug / if it made me sound good i would go record it / a whale in a toilet, thought i was so important / talking on a cel phone i don’t even own / but i’ma cast my stone at eddie long / wanna feel better though i’m knowing i’ve been deadly wrong / so i’m throwing my stones at eddie long
been trying to figure out what i got these gifts fa / meanwhile i’ve been deceptive, a trickster / victimized by somebody else, nope, pride / don’t get me wrong when i say i played both sides / not a homo, hardly any punk in me / but as far as missing my mark, i done plenty / for example i have forsaken my family in favor of hanging on the ave / probably blew a quarter mill or a half on absolute trash and not just way in the past / took advantage of producers never paid for tracks / not to mention my investors never paid ’em back / unprotected naked sex with her then i judge her / tried to make some women menage and i’m not usher / these are my confessions, i could go on and on / but i’ma cast my stone at eddie long
[Easy Lee] i wish that i was smarter or i had my life in order or at least prayed harder / like corduroy in water this is heavy on my soul / … i’m a porn-watching joint-smoking henny-sipping poet from the n.o. / my hip hop credentials in tact but morally my holy locomotive got stalled on them tracks / in the meantime and between time spit the hardest rhymes winking at the cutie in the back with the native eyes / that’s a demon in disguise trying to shoot me like a movie flesh and beauty got me weaker than these laptop speakers / lap dance preacher / 7 days without prayer makes one weaker / early bird wordsmith worm in my beaker / sax reed damp jazz birdland features / ill compositions you can blame it on the hand / joe brown gavel swing eddie on the stand / only god can judge me
For the Nobody Who Knows (dap)
Timing is everything.
A Poem For Reggie
by Charles L. Peters
His voice, a cello
deep / rich with message
a symphony conducted by love
of God, of family
Continue reading “A Poem For Reggie [Esbe pt 5]”
Twas so hot today…
[free Summer’s End mix by NiroWho; just click the Download arrow on the right]
TWAS SO HOT TODAY…that I had to rush home from Hollywood, scoop up the family [yes, even El B] and roll all the way to PCH and Diamond down in Laguna Beach.
[If you’ve been reading this site, you already know .]
About 10 minutes from the house, some guy who lost custody of his kid went to his ex-wife’s job and shot up the whole salon. Eight people died, which was the biggest homicide in Orange County history. This all reminds me of Do The Right Thing, and you might understand what I mean.
We saw all the media trucks and cop cars on the way home this evening, but more importantly El B had stopped screaming at the top of his lungs and gone to sleep again. Anytime I slowed down enough to lower the engine hum, he threatened to do it all over again. But thankfully, he’s a really nice guy, especially for a three-week-old. The only reason we’d initially left home was to avoid him overheating. The heat was obviously ruining his cool.
Continue reading “Twas So Hot Today”
Soul Seekers II. Mississippi River Music.
These cats are obviously making this
lost art just because they want to.
Finally, a CD got me off Odd Seasons for a minute. Either way, my underground purist sensibilities are quenched once again (cymbal crash).
Continue reading “New Addiction”
A Remix from the best thing that ever happened to hip hop, musically speaking. The DF.
Also from the best thing that ever happened to hip-hop,
personally speaking, The TX, I give you the words of Easy Lee…
7.23.11 (Amy’s Dead) … a short poem
a dead slave is not a slave at all
more so a bird flying south for the winter
fleeing the cold of a life abbreviated
her peace, never found
is spelled out now
in all caps
AMY WINEHOUSE FOUND DEAD IN LONDON
and for some strange reason
perhaps because i arm wrestle demons daily
and have come to the conclusion that THEY
hate artists with a passion that rivals
the love of all mankind
beyond a reasonable doubt
art is Holy …
i lay here
wrapped in revelation
art is of God
heaven and immortality …
the blues my grandchildren will sing
i spend like every other …
preparing for the demon that was assigned my soul
“1,000 Deaths” in my headphones
copyright 2011 charles l. peters
Track 5 on the Sanct EP is called Wifey.
Produced by Reggie Coby (LOEGz/Dred Skott), the Wifey joint features…
D-Madness (bass), Carter Arrington (guitar) and Jon Keyzz (keys, duh).
We wrapped a three-camera video shoot for it Saturday, July 3rd.
raw screen test footage video trailer is way down below…
We found some under-utilized spots in the Laguna Beach area, specifically Wood Cove and Table Rock. Once the energy and waves started flowing, it all went by in a flash.
[ First, I had to bribe my super model student teacher wife, mother-to-be with a snow ball. ] Continue reading “Wifey Video Shoot”