Diaz

Diaz she got it like
peppermint got candy
she show what she got

and why boys can't handle it
there running like dogs after her
but they dont run far

she turn and put her middle finger
she let them boys know she
don't give a f***

diaz pizazz
this young lady got what you don't
she hot hot hot she got spunk

she dnt let no hands in her cookie jar
its a plane bird scooby dooooooo
no its the new n improve whitney diaz

in her super woman
costume

Ghettoes

I grow up too fast ain't gone lie honesty wasn't my alibi mother forgot me long before I was born curse from birth to be G dad wasn't  great instead I run streets being in groups only fatal decisions God order my steps in the sand Knees I Pray

 These aren’t simple days

Looking back on the world in my review Held up a liquor store coming up stacking my Lou if this is it for me?  live no cares if I'm gone living by a second devil temptation split personality Call upon church and the preacher AL  slam the door in my face no life for the path I chose

These ain't simple days

Following my brother saying the candy was free getting discounts five fingers or threeTelling ain't no education in these ghettos So you take the life in the mirror looking back for a hazard figure who do I become when a hole consume my innocence cops catches us and say you deserve the punishment these aren’t simple days…

 

 

Simple Thing

Lets go back you know in the 90s
when we were young and nbody business
into ours I was a better lover even with yes or no letters
lets go have deja vu
now were grown and making up lost time is like a hour glass empty
you can come over again nothing has chnage
I know you think bout us I see it in your eyes feel it in your skintone
gime that sweet craving like a sweetness with a cavity
I aint ashame imma make you,make me, others envy ging back in a time machine

Rents Due

Theres a hole in my pocket
ontop of that..rents due!
Girlfriend cussing cause she needs a hairdue
eviction round the corner if the stacks aint rack up
scared to tell landlord it aint gone work
tried 9 to 5 but i keep getting marathons
Leaving early to afraid to appear
so i get my BoomBox amp it up and listen
theres a hole in my pocket and bills i can't pay....

Real Men

you say you want a Real men but pass up the chance of a regular guy
you blame the **** and sex the size
or the minutes you ride
woman blame the male gerneration just because
one bad men kill there inspiration
I been a real men and treated a lady well but then she chose
the bad side of it
crying in the room on her own find out the
sickness wasint a common cold but a nine months baby
now she saying cuss words and hateful suggestion
blaming the good men and not bad choices instead of living by example
she became one...

Drum

I seen a Dark beautiful Lady Only Once
havent seen the aura of spirit she hold
Dancing to a Drum with no Sound beating
against our feet I took her away from the man with no name
to better herself of his abusive brain
Tried to open up but when I finsih she left too soon
now I am struck holding the stick beating against a sweeping broom how often this happens when atrractions disperse in problems becuase the solutions was never solve like acid on a soda I disolve out of my emotion for her.....

Brenda

Brenda gots a baby
living in the ghetto is hard parents dissing the decision she made
no diapers or milk to feed the unborn
9 months before the baby is born
crying herself in the back alleys of Tallahassee
tricking her body to get nasty
nows its time to come alive in a hooters
restroom pushing the baby out
I never got how the world crude trying to slip
but play its kool
Brendas got a child in a place of homocide
I'm her friend and truth pain in her eyes
if her child wont make her I'll support
Baby needs a Father.....

Good Men Fade

I never got why us good man
dissappear so fast?
is it the price tag of
women who want gold and jewels.

why do we fade into the sun set
treating women so great & yet

our fate. isnt the one we can relate
to

We hear it 24/7 ,wait until marriage
a worthy women will suface,
but how long can we wait
treating a hood chick like
a black church treat, there Grace

I never got why us good have more broken hearts
then a porn star have realtion
or more then a desert hads sand
dont weep for me im just saying what I see,
and please dont feel sorry for me because this isnt what you feel it would
be

let us reflect on the fate that good men are
no longer needed,its a want most women dont need
once the moon rises and the women
feel the night glow
bad boys are all they Knowhttp://www.facebook.com/notes/calvin-marshall/good-men-fade/235032626538436#!/

situation

I'll think I could spend a dollar or two
make her neck look like snowflocks or better yet fake diamonds to green earrings
she say real man do Big Things I say only 5'7 whos to blame
spanish woman yet from kingston jamica
shown me a pose to let the dice drop or cards unfold whats the fortune-tella
givem me a lie aint this ole lady tha truth
she say lets make love I repley its times to depart
pay the told and ditch the car
its a story from the dirty bayou

Son

I ask yet no answers,
only silent cries,dad isnt home,

must be out  commited crimes,
but Dont you luv him,Pause I think not
only a fool would consider his butt,
But mom isnt he my father? that was a mistake
now im face with choosing my fate
I never knew, so what do I feel
running away maybe,nope! that wont matter
my mom hearts is scatter nomore
hollidays......

Once

she spoken once as it seem to bestow
a woman who became silver and gold
yet down to the earth more ways then one
love to be love and I only seen her
Once
I couldnt believe my words were empty frozen
couldnt accept not giving my all to her
I wasint a man only half I stand close to thee
dreaming of her fragance her sweet
bitter taste only I saw her once
but never erase a thingyfeeling
of her grace
you see woman are plenty and half are only
a chance i take but one will only fill the place
she was her but never I saw so
till this day her portrait is on my wall

Word..

gime a beat so I can see who I beat I confess im less but bless with poetic poetry I wrote way too many but I still ink up papers ask anybody my poems are generaters i aint bragging its just a skill nobody can ask if they werent real I love poetry so fam just chill i write weddings. partys, I even did a book heres the hook gime a beat so I can see  who  I beat I confess im less but less with poetic poetry..