Masjid Marauders
Posted by brotherdash on Nov 10, 2009 in Poetry, Spoken Soul | 2 comments
Masjid Marauders by Brother Dash Barreling like boulders through young gardens they trample With bad breadth and I don’t mean the odor They are the masjid marauders In blue jeans and kufees Baseball caps and man dresses Green passports and a bad attitude that can only be described as arrogant They pluck thorns with bulldozers Fight fires with…More fire Suck...
Read MoreSpoken Soul (title track)
Posted by brotherdash on Sep 28, 2009 in Poetry, Spoken Soul | 0 comments
Spoken Soul by Brother Dash In the forest of confusion He sifts through realties and illusions A ringing in his ear Memories of emotional contusions And his body got pain And his heart hangs low But don’t you symphathize ‘cause his fists gave blows And life is a battle Some say a journey But that assumes a destination And his pockets got lint And his capital...
Read MoreDon’t Wanna
Posted by brotherdash on Sep 28, 2009 in Poetry, Spoken Soul | 1 comment
Don’t Wanna by Brother Dash I don’t really wanna be your… Regrets and falsehopes Your life of dysfunction Your I shoulda, I coulda, I woulda If only if I don’t really wanna be your… Replacement for him Real or imagined Your basement unfinished Your hopes that diminish I’m not the change in your pocket That you try to make holler like a dollar I...
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