Plain English (Dope, Boy)

This is a poem for the under 25 crowd, really. I wrote it from the perspective of what the young males in and around my neighborhood identify with. There will be more to this, eventually.

You take a pot,

throw in the product....

then watch the profit boil.

Sorry, fiend,

I know you need a fix;

but this one's not for you....

 

Look at this snig,

LRG jeans a little saggin',

pockets bulging,

speakers bumpin' B.I.G.

The dash between the dates are

where tragedy and triumph live,

so in living,

I'm in a new era every time I switch my lid.

You take a pot,

throw in the product,

then watch the profit boil.

 

Beneath the frozen surface is invigorated soil,

with a pen imploding,

bubbling over into midnight's oil.

Bust one off,

be careful of my re-coil.

The only place where beautiful dreams aren't foiled.

Fruition means you....

take a pot,

throw in the product,

then watch the profit boil.

 

Turn the beat up, the heat up,

machine-gun funk for Federal Notes, defunct.

Verses shadowing ruled lines,

images ruling lives,

and questions slowly deduct,

finding reasoning.

Remote-control flipping thru methods,

staring into open madness,

estranged masses,

finding reason.

Machines quit before man, so...

take a pot,

throw in the product,

then watch the profit boil.

 

One-hundred percent pure,

street value worth Grover Cleveland's,

with no identifiable cure,

and you're....

still cooking,

still looking.

So, first,

verse by verse, you....

take a pot,

throw in this product,

and watch a profit boil.

Author's Note

So what you flip a couple words? I can triple that in birds....
Doing both is incredibly empowering, though (at least I would think)

Reviews

[Bubo]

Thats telling them.............drugs, I read and read, and just felt you stand out, and away, won't
be drawn into it.........the profits, foil and yet your pen pens dreams..............I think their is a deep message
in this, and all the while it feels like a chant, a rap.........the repetition works so well......

take a pot,

throw in the product,

then watch the profit boil.

We will never rid the world of drugs................its profit seems to benefit everyone but the common man.
The title............plain english........excellent.

[Alexzan Marie]

This is beautiful, lyrical, and straight from the soul. I really loved this.

[Brooklyn Darkchild]

"The dash between the dates are
where tragedy and triumph live..."

Sometimes I think you too deep for this site.

"You take a pot,
throw in the product....
then watch the profit boil.
Sorry, fiend,
I know you need a fix;
but this one's not for you...."

Nah, this one was for me, even if you ain't know it.
When I want to get my think on, you the jigga I come to see.

"Beneath the frozen surface is invigorated soil,
with a pen imploding,
bubbling over into midnight's oil.
Bust one off,
be careful of my re-coil..."

Yes, what you "flip" with those "couple words" is exTEMEly empowering, bruh.
I'll take that over "birds" any day
cause Fast Money ain't no money ANYway...
But the cold hard kick of a well placed metaphor MIGHT JUST last forever.
Technically flawless.
You killed this one, son.
--Brooke--

[J. Hampton]

PeOples...

This is a mega-scribe...truly doin'double-duty...It runs deep thought ....neck and neck with deep reality


This speaks to me.....
The enemy wants to steal your dreams....getting folks so caught up in (things) they get off course with silly-putty priorites. My car broke down...had to ride the bus.....some of the same guys riding the bus I saw mad years ago. They have a sidekick....blackberry...palmpocket..LRG...EKO...Sean John..Boss.....Tims...grills.. platinum...etc...etc..but their rump is still riding the bus. Caught-up.... I Better stop there!

Young kids doing Patsy runs for cons on their third strike......sellin their future
playin' Hot-Rocks
What cats won't do to make money
no thought of doing 10-20

It's about just what people choose to throw in their pot
and being willing to cook it long slow ...to get it right


I just wanna scoop you up and bring you out on street ministry....or drag you to one of our Citywide youth forums. Pricelessss...

Blessssssssssss

[Blue Bard]

I love the repetition of the refrain, take a pot, etc. I like how you change it up at the end. You portray in great detail, the dissipation of a life based around meaningless things. Your last line could easily read,
Take a pot
throw in this product
and watch a prophet boil.
The whistling past the graveyard mentality of youth, especially youth under pressure simmers here and points in a prophetic direction. How many prophets never make it out of the pot? That's a good question. Rhythmically, I found this a little more choppy than most of yours. The stop and start seems to echo the theme and if so, fits wonderfully. Good work in progress. Would love to see more to come.

[Just Manoosh]

This is such a powerful write my friend, there is no doubt in the message, and the sign off of each stanza just hammers home the message. You have an impeccable grasp of words...

Beneath the frozen surface is invigorated soil,
with a pen imploding,

Brilliant honey.
Mx

[Sexy Jones]

not just any kind of pot...
it's gotta be a pyrex pot.

Overall, I like this.
I actually like anything drug related...
(Drug dealers steal my heart)

I like it when people use something to describe something else completely different.

Sigh.
There is probably a word for that.
My mind is working very slowly this morning.

I'll end by saying...
I get it and love it.

[Choosing Life]

"The dash between the dates are

where tragedy and triumph live,"

This says it all...

[Bubo]

PS...........Writing of this quality cannot be taught my friend, it's from the soul x