Friday, February 14, 2014

Black Boy Out In Poverty [Lyrical Guide]


A short story written by:
Adam Reverie


INTRO:
One time for your mind 
Two times for your heart
I'm that idiot writer
Not afraid to say whats on his mind
What if I told you 
There was someone
That can kick knowledge
But can still make it appealing
And still explain to you
What the industry Is trying to do


Verse 1: REVERIE'S APPROACH
Dope house and it's crack in the pot
Where the po' folk go 
When they lose sense of hope
Smoke dope with ya bro and ya sis
And ya mom & ya dad
So the pain won't show 
Po Po Kick the door hit floor
Stash ya dough flush the dope
Now it sinks like a boat
Y'all know this story don't cha'
You know this story don't cha
Had to be Reverie
Cuz he never scared to speak
Damn if he 
Choke on his tongue
This a song full of Psalms
Full of calm full of warm
Filled with bombs
This is war
Our message been gone
But it's coming right back
If the beat was a forty
Then I ran a four flat
Yeah I'm Martin Luther Douglas
When I got the pen and pad
Tell the Smoking Section
I'm the plug if they need loud packs

THE INDUSTRY'S DISAPPROVAL
Wait a minute
you just wait one minute
We don't need your introspective rhymes
We don't need intelligence
What we need is pure ignorance
A poverty of the mind
Now give us what we need
GIVE US WHAT WE NEED

Verse 2: WHAT THE INDUSTRY WANTS 
Swear to God I'm gone ride
Let me call my shooters
He disrespect me 
Time to check him 
He about to lose it
Those cowards cock it 
Like they bout it
But they never use it
The .45 don't mean nothing
If I got a Uzi
I gun him down
He a clown 
He knew beef was brewing
Cant survive in these times
If you afraid to do it
If you a goofy split ya coofie
This ain't just the music
If we ain't got no food
Don't be no fool
Know what we brewing
If it's a crime to survive
Then that's what I'm doing
Don't love Obama Trust Obama
Can't see what he doing
Ain't afraid to die
I won't lie
Probably be better
If it is a God
Why he leave his kids in the ghetto

CHORUS
Black boy out in poverty
Understand that the industry's plan
Is to use your mind
To kill us one at a time
All they want is
(You to dumb it down 
Make a profit and rape the culture) x4

C-SECTION
If I had the guns to kill the media 
I'd shoot them down
I'd shoot them down
Give me another round

VERSE 3: THE MESSAGE
(They feed us this music 
Feed us this music
They feed us this music
That cause us destruction
And all that I hear is excuses) x 2
But I'm coming for all y'all
And when I get there you'll know
Cuz I'll up lift my folks
And I ain't playin
You got me hot 
Tell Pac and Big don't worry
Might be small
But I do got courage
I'm talking to my people
We can take it a little deeper
And to the mainstream
Cant wait until I meet ya
A hot 16 when I finally do greet ya
Common sowed a seed
And I know I am the reaper
For the times I heard
Hip-Hop is dead
My name is Rev
Yea I forgive ya
BLACK BOY

CHORUS
Black boy out in poverty
Understand that the industry's plan
Is to use your mind
To kill us one at a time
All they want is
(You to dumb it down 
Make a profit and rape the culture) x4

C-SECTION
If I had the guns to kill the media 
I'd shoot them down
I'd shoot them down
Give me another round

POEM BY A FORMER BBOIP
You see I was told by the great KRS-ONE
That Hip was for the knowledge
To be Hip to be aware
And that Hop was for the movement
In which direction
Are you moving our people
With this pad & pen
I have no equal
And to you petty bloggers
pushing your petty artists
But have the audacity
To charge us
Recording Leonardo's
Fees to feed Hip-Hop
What it really needs
You better hope & pray
That those with connections
Don't become brave
Enough to pass
Adam Reverie on
Til he C4's
On all you CB4's
You feed me foes
And I'll kill them all
You killing my generation
But it's time for emancipation 
I am ADAM REVERIE CHURCH
And Hip-Hop is my congregation








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