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Open Mic, 7-12-17

I don’t want
This silence anymore
Until I get
What this moment is for
I think that fully half
Of life is gone
The only thing I have left
Is wrong
All the things I did wrong

On my birthday
All I get are e-mails
From companies
That just want to make sales
I wonder, should
It mean something to me?
I don’t know yet
Of who I am to be
Who am I to be?

I’m lonely here
But no one noticed me
My wife still calls
From deep in Tennessee
My heart is in
A big tail spin away
A garden is
Not meant for withering
It should be growing things

I want someone
To care for me
Tenderly
Be there for me
Intimately
And carefully
Tend the hurts
And share my dreams

Perhaps I’m
Too rough around the edges
And then I’ve
Fallen from too many ledges
In life
Too many regrets and
Too much to forget and
Too much left unsaid that
Led to less fulfillment

One day I’ll leave
And then there’ll be
No one to say these words
I’ll never be
Completely free
Until I’m truly heard

Lonely thirty-something man
Seeks something he can’t understand
Something he can’t really have
A love that for once really lasts
Love
Isn’t that a laugh?

But I think I’ve said
Enough today
I’ll turn around
And walk away

The Battle

Most times it’s what
Life’s about
You get knocked down
Twenty rounds every bout
And the crowd
It can fill you with doubt
The pain so loud
It can feel like a shout
Raise your temperature
Break your intentions
Leave you seeing stars
Like a fifth dimension
Not to mention
The tossing and turning
Dreams so bad
Make you feel like you’re burning
And it’s sad
When you feel like you earned it
Mistakes can make you
Feel like you deserved it
And is it worth it?
So often I’ve heard that
When people hurt you
It’s natural to hurt back
But you need to
Defend from attack
Keep your guard up
Till it’s your time to act

On the ground
It can feel like a ten count
Throwing in the towel
Is not what you have been about
Can’t see
From the cuts in your eyes
And can’t flee
From all the suffering inside
Don’t know
What is real and what’s not
But don’t show
All of the fear that you’ve got
Go slow
When you’re taking your shot
Don’t roll
With all the fakes who forgot
When you lose
There’s not much to do
But you choose
If you want to quit from the bruise
When you fail
You let trials prevail
Nothing can avail you
If bumps derail you
Don’t go drinking
Instead start thinking
That if you go down
You’ll do it while you’re swinging

Any captain
Can sink with their ship
Life likes to happen
When we’re not equipped
Books can offer
A path or a tip
But applying your mind
Is the best kept gift
I never slip
From the sweat and the blood
We know how to quit
We learn not to give up
And it’s a battle, man
I won’t lie
People die when drawing up the battle plans
As for me
Not having it
There’s a peace after war
And peace is what I have to get
So will they sink me now?
Not happening
My mind is my fist
My sword, spear and javelin
And when the world’s unraveling
I take up the pen and pad
And keep battling
And while I’m not quite
Rapping yet
Life is a gift
And I’m not done wrapping it

Release

Where I go
Is a
Lonely road
It often seems so hollow
And I don’t want you to follow
After me
It’s on my mind
Every-
Thing behind
I try hard to be strong
With everything that I’ve done wrong
I can’t go home

There was
You and me
Where we
Used to be
Right where I used to kiss you
Now there’s just a simple picture
From years ago
And then
Truthfully
What a
Useless thing
To be stuck here where I miss you
But it did no good to give you
All I owned

Truth be told
I just
Do not know
All my questions have unraveled
So no path is left to travel
That I see
It makes me cold
Down to
My bitter soul
What was the point of the battle
To end up as broken, scattered
Poetry?

Chorus:

It follows me
Like melancholy
Full of angst and anger
I can see the greatest dangers
But can’t flee
No matter how far I go
They chase me
Until they grab ahold
And won’t release

Legend

Just like
The echoes of a legend
Reach forward
From the past to the present
Rise up to fight
Like the peasants
Take the road that’s right
But unpleasant
The struggle is a climb
That brings out the best in
You, and if
You need more proof, then
You could spend a lifetime
Searching for the truth and
Never find it
The scars that reminded
You of all the traps
So keep an open mind when
You take the next step
Hoping for the next breath
Bracing yourself for the news
Of the next death
Some things in life
You accept
And as for the others
You fight for what’s left
Stuck with low hopes
Wonder how the soul copes
Little kids focused on
Problems of the grown folks
Life’s a rumble
We race and we stumble
Reach for the sky
When our troubles make us humble
But never know fear
Hold onto hope here
Now is the time to
Rise and shine so clear

Trust in myths
But we denigrate the gifted
Didn’t pay attention
When the sands shifted
Time will solve and
Rob us of problems
All pay the cost
Of all the lost knowledge
Can we trust
In the future of us
Or live in disgust
Of all that we’re discussing?
Are we the villain
That’s killing the children?
Rather we’d give them
The pathway to wisdom
But ignorance
The disease that we pass on
Lives far beyond us
Even when we’re long gone
Multiplies in the brain
Like a virus
And keeps us enslaved
To the evils inside us
Makes me fear
For the world that survives us
Take a deep breath
And dive for the survivors
And to resist the sickness
Takes the brave
It’s the courage of a fist
That takes us to a grave
So dig two
For me and for you
One for the fallen
And one who didn’t help to
Grab the hand
Show a better plan
Love is the choice
That makes a better man

The map of life
Has pleasures and treasures
Trials where we might
Divine the true measure
Of ourselves
‘Cause we all have tells
Self-made purgatories
Keep us in jails
On top of that
I know we all have tales
Stories we repeated
Whenever we failed
Sacrificed
Though it didn’t feel right
Now we lost more light
And it keeps us up at night
But don’t sweat to death
Because the best is left
And you don’t have to accept
That what you get is less
You can fight for more
‘Cause what you’re fighting for
Is what this life is for
You have a right to more
And through the twists and turns
You have respect to earn
Why is that?
‘Cause the legend is present
We’re on a planet
That soars through the heavens
So don’t ever believe
That you’re irrelevant
Don’t go forgetting yourself
Be like an elephant
We’re the stone and the steel
Of the elements
The hope can be real
It’s a tale and we’re telling it
Every day
Is a new revelation
Hold to the way
Till we see the destination

Monday

Showing up to work
Like an abused kid–
Hungry and tired
And feeling kind of useless
Don’t care at all
But let’s do this
Oh wait, I can’t
I’m still kind of clueless
‘Cause I was waiting
For the bus, see
And a knee in my side’s
What I got from the bus seat
Not sure who to trust–we
Got cops on the side
Of the people killing us,
Oui?
What do I want to do?
Nothing
The boss walking by thinks
That I’m office stuffing
Got some pills from the doc
And I’m nauseated
Even when I eat
All I feel is a stomach aching
Memories coming back
From the past
Of a girl who rejected me
That made me sad
Back then, I guess
That made me mad
Made me write things that
I’d rather take back
Oh, no, I rhymed back twice
Seems about right
Now I’m lacking rhymes–nice
Don’t even know what Monday’s
Named after
Perhaps it’s the god of slavery
And captives

Oh, come on–
It’s not the crack of dawn
I think like an hour ago
Should’ve been gone
But I didn’t really
Sleep right
Well, at least the bed bugs
Managed to eat right
That’s the bane
Of the weeknight
And I envy the people
Lucky enough to sleep tight
I take the steamer
And I kill them
The bugs migrate
From the ceiling like pilgrims
Too many dishes in the sink
But I think
I just cleaned it out
A day ago or something
School hasn’t even
Started yet
So I haven’t even seen
The extent of how hard it gets
The bills are paid
And I’m near broke
When I see how fast
The cash goes, it’s a real joke
At least I haven’t been killed, though
I haven’t had time
To draw up my will, so
I don’t know who would get
All my stuff
But then, I don’t care
If I’m pushing flowers up
Hmm, maybe
That one was kind of morose
I’ve got food and shelter
And plenty of clothes
Even got a few
Television shows
Some still sitting in plastic
Kind of tragic
But I promise I won’t
Stay up laughing
It’s midnight again?
But how did that happen?

Dog tired
Can’t wait to retire
But after that afraid
I’m waiting to expire
Every day
Expecting to be fired
And for every new task
Another two required
Problem is
Can’t afford to get home
The fees for the bus, man
They crush like big loans
You go for broke
When you do the right thing
Holding onto hope
In these days is frightening
I take solace in my writing
But the words can’t fill
The hole there inside me
My wife says I’m about
Broken promises
Someone so small
With a void so bottomless
I could write up
A problem list
From the rent going up
To me asking if God exists
And if he’d even
Acknowledge it
I’m missing old friends
From the days of colleges
Wondering if the one
Passed me by
Added to the pile
With yet another lie
Fall into bed
Without even saying ‘good night’
Dreams in my head
With the echoes of a past life
Won’t be long
Till I hit the Snooze button
I think I hit it twice
But it always seems to do nothing
Don’t use no double negatives
On Monday
That would mean that two bad things
Happened in one day

The Dregs

I took a couple steps down
In the middle class
‘Cause a family of four
Scrapes by on a little cash
So broke that
The neighborhood Dollar Tree
Has become a part
Of my grocery shopping policy
So, the good thing is
I still manage to eat
But the PBJ has now
Replaced the lunch meat
My brunch thing
Is a Pop Tart if I’m lucky
It’s not even the brand name–
Toast-‘Ems or something
Redbox and Netflix
For movies
But can’t even chill with my wife
‘Cause of disputing
And it’s stupid
Sometimes I feel lucid
But most of the time I’m around,
I feel useless
And the future is fruitless
I’ve only got one life
And yet about to lose it
Come to grips
With my own mortality
And haven’t even figured out
A sense of morality
It’s the dregs

Dregs got me
Dragging me down
Not going to beg
Got to scrape on the ground
It’s the dregs
Dregs got me
Dragging me down
Not going to bed
‘Cause there’s more to do now
It’s the dregs

“One day,”
My wife said, “I’ll be gone,
And it’ll be just
You and your stuff to look upon.
You won’t have to deal with
None of my complaining
When I want to go to bed
And you’re still up gaming.”
Wanted to think it was
An idle threat
Until she said it once more
When we were washing at the laundromat
And then I’m nervous
When I see her texting
Is she talking to someone
That she wants to go get with?
Man, forget this
Shouldn’t have bought that cheap necklace
It was poor taste
And didn’t belong on the checklist
But when you’re broke,
What else can you do?
You try to get a gift
But your wallet only hurts you
Like freshly cut hair
On your shirts do
Or desserts do
When your diabetic thirst is due
And the first crew
Is looking at you like your shirt’s due
It’s worse, too
When you have to keep a curfew
And bed bugs ain’t
Letting you sleep
Alcohol rubs at ninety percent
To kill them creeps
It’s the dregs

Dregs got me
Dragging me down
Not going to beg
Got to scrape on the ground
It’s the dregs
Dregs got me
Dragging me down
Not going to bed
‘Cause there’s more to do now
It’s the dregs

Can’t get upset
‘Cause life isn’t done yet
Crammed on the bus asking
Are we having fun yet?
I’ve got more mice at work
Than at home
But on those quiet nights at least
I won’t be alone
Seeing mouse droppings
All across my desktop
Maybe I should catch ’em
And open up a pet shop–
Ew! Never mind,
That’s disgusting
They set up some traps
But the traps do nothing
Anyway, the pain is different
Every day
Pain in my feet and my back
Won’t go away
And that’s apart from the pain
In my soul
From the places that I’ve been
And the people being cold
And then I’m seeing
My parents are getting old
I don’t know how to deal with it
When they have to go
And I can’t even chat
With my bro
He’s been shunning me for years since
I left out of the cult
And all my yearning
Is poured into my journal
The loves and the hates
And the thoughts that’d disturb ’em
All those people I don’t call
I hurt ’em
But there’s nothing else left to do
I don’t deserve ’em
In the dregs

Dregs got me
Dragging me down
Not going to beg
Got to scrape on the ground
It’s the dregs
Dregs got me
Dragging me down
Not going to bed
‘Cause there’s more to do now
It’s the dregs
Dregs got me
Dragging me down
Not going to beg
Got to scrape on the ground
It’s the dregs
Dregs got me
Dragging me down
And what in the heck
Am I going to do now?
It’s the dregs

“Defense – Part 2” or “Second Line of Defense” (A Rap)

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My Second Line of Defense

A small fighter
Should be able to penetrate
But all these fake people
Make me want to defenestrate
Helping them?
Not even on a healthy whim
Back when I had felt for them
Regret it that I dealt with them
Like people that always want a cushion
Quit working
I hate it when trifling girls are flirting
And then act all scatterbrained
And battering
With foul words and borderline
Attacking me
They’re histrionic and plague me
Like bubonic
One of them was smart
And the other was hooked on phonics
‘Why you hatin’?
You were the one that dated them.’
Yeah, and I regret it
‘Cause I was the one betrayed by them
Instead of saved by them
Having better days by them
It didn’t happen
All I really got was played by them
Y’all should have never touched
My Wii Remote
Because the only thing you’ve done
Is deprive me of my hope
Sort of funny
The next dude had more money
And yet you felt a need to call me
‘Bout it, honey?
Well, it’s not exactly breaking news
So take your shoes
And walk ’em back
And stay in your room
I paid my dues
I’m not the type to make a bruise
But I’ve done it now
Look at what you made me do

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I hate the traffic
I’m sick of all the havoc
And people honking horns at me
Like it’s a habit
There’s two lanes
The slow lane and the go lane
You want to burn like propane,
Signal and then go, man!
Let me explain:
You’re not paying insurance
On my behalf–
Unless perhaps you want to do it?
So all I’m asking is
Don’t cause an accident
Just because you want to get there
A little faster than
The speed limit
You mash your feet in it
It says ‘Photo Enforced’
And it’s like you don’t believe in it
I’m trying to turn
And you’re trying to go around me
And nearly cause a crash
For no reason–it’s astounding
Odds are we’d meet up
At the next light
But you keep going on
And we’ll meet up in the next life
You’re driving like
It’s the Fury Road
Make me want to witness you
Like Immortan Joe
Of course you know
That driving is important, so
Try to keep your cool for once
When someone’s going slow
I’d rather know
You didn’t go up in smoke
But go ahead and laugh at me
‘Cause I’m a joke, right?

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To ease the stress
Maybe I can ride the train
I’m sure the subway
Will really ease the pain
Or maybe the bus
With people acting nuts
Plus they haven’t showered
Since 1941
For all our sakes
Just go jump in a lake
And I mean it literally
I didn’t make a mistake
They haven’t told you
Of this thing called deodorant
You put it under arms
And it helps control the odor, man
Well that’s fine
The evening brings the train line
But then it gets delayed
And eats up all the other time
So then I get off
And miss the bus
And lose a half hour
Just trying not to cuss
And then they pack us in
Like it’s the Amistad
And people cursing at you
For bumping them?  It’s kinda odd
And there’s the folks
Who want to let us know
What kind of song they’ve got
That’s blasting out their headphones
No thanks–
I’m just trying to read
I don’t need to hear these fools
Rap about their weed
And speaking of
This quasi-legal substance
It stinks
I want to cover my nose and then smother it
But twenty minutes of stench
As I wait
I don’t even know how these dudes
Can get a date
‘Cause I know women have a
Strong sense of smell
Oh well
I guess it’s back to the bus-slash-prison cell

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See, this is why
I don’t want to be around folks
My human interaction
Consists of maybe downloads
Or a handful of tweets
During the day
And that’s assuming Twitter
Is actually going my way
As a man
I’m robotic
With this pen
I’m hypnotic
Or then again, I can’t win–
I’m psychotic
I opened up my brain to vent
Because I got it
The anger shows the pain within
About the nonsense
I’m trying to understand
What has caused this
And maybe along the way
Drop some knowledge
But then it sickens me
Blood pressure quickening
As people scream for Donald Trump
The plot’s thickening
We’re all as safe as
Jurassic World
And I can only dare to guess
At what the future will hurl
No biggie, I’ll hold its hair
As it vomits
And I’ll still continue believing
The same concepts:
One, people are capable
Of the worst
Two, people will say anything
Just to hurt you
Three, people are just great
At deserting you
Four, people are hateful
And don’t deserve you
Five, people are Satan
They’ve usurped him
Six, people have no problem
With serving him
Seven, people are perfectly
Absurd
Eight, people are getting
On my nerves
Nine, people are heading
Towards their end
Ten, no people are left
To call a friend
And all that’s
A sad way to live
I guess this rap blogging
Is all I have to give

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Making My Way (A Rap)

Wondering if I
Make a difference
If I have what it takes
Now to go the distance
Like a Redskins team
I’m inconsistent, so,
Will I make them all
Look and listen
Or simply fade away
Into insignificance?
With a sense
Like a precognition
I look into the distance
Rhymes have ignition
And so fresh
It’s like they’re mint condition
And the leftover competition’s
Tenth editions
So whenever they say
End the mission
I take a pen and
Make them see what they’re missing
A rap genie granting
Endless wishes
No less than refreshing
When I bless your senses
I’m taking rap to the
Next dimension
I’ve got you moving up
Like a chess convention

When it’s coherent
Is when nobody hears it
And when no one’s here
I do something worth cheering
It’s like a
Tree falls and nobody notices
Because they’re so appalled
By the latest explosions
I’m losing hope
In a process of erosion
Delusions of holiness
People think they’re chosen
What good’s agility
Or rhyme versatility
When like most abilities
It’s a futility?
You won’t live to see
The fruits of your labors
Stabbed in the back by
The ultimate betrayer
Our own cells
Are destined to fail
This body is a temple
And a prison and a jail
It seems small
All the works of our hands
And I ask if we’re all
Part of some greater plan

I’m trying not to be sad
Under the weight
Of all these phobias–
The fears, facts and hates
Carried away by
White and black debates
Tired of the state
Of the people as of late
I want to take them all
By the hands
And show them there’s a path
To love and understanding
It’s less stressful
Not so demanding
Even though life won’t go
As we’ve planned it
But in a world like this
All we can get
Is leftover futures
Slowly turning rancid
That’s when I understand
What a man said,
“Everything is vanity”
Leave empty-handed
So why bother?
Why become a scholar?
Why even bother reciting
The ‘Our Father’?
There’s nobody
Living up in heaven
That’ll give us the bread of life
Over this leaven
Wild talk or maybe
Just depression
Or maybe the end result
Of asking questions
‘Cause it’s a risk
Asking why we exist
A life fragile as it is,
Slipping out of our fists
And it’s hard handling this journey
Makes a man want to check out early
‘Cause it’s disturbing

I wrote another verse
For what it’s worth
As if all these words
Can calculate the hurts
And if it leads to fame
It’s just dessert
It won’t erase the shame
That dwells under the surface
Is it the lingering
Things from upbringing?
Maybe in part,
But I don’t think completely
It was a moment in time
That defeated me
The very moment
That strangely has completed me
The one I loved
Who I couldn’t let go
And I don’t know
If she loves me anymore
I hope so,
But what good is hope?
It’s a baseless
Self-deceit to help you cope
And I feel like
I’m not a good husband
I feel like my wife
Can never be loved enough and
I feel like
I’m doing a lot of nothing
And wonder if
I’m too much to put up with
All I can do
Is go a day at a time
Write a page if I find
There’s something great on my mind
Maybe I’ll get into all that
But it’s best to save something
For the next rap

Introspection (A Rap)

What is this feeling
That consumes me?
People on my blog are like
‘Where is the beat?’
I know I’m the
Only one who hears it
But I’m tired of being
All alone with my lyrics
So I decided to
Step up and share them
Five people like it
And most, they don’t care for them
And what is my aim
Within the game?
I’ll never have the fame
Or crowds screaming my name
But I’m not ashamed
You can say this dude is lame
You don’t have to eat
All this food for brains
In real life, I’m
Not of much interest
And I’m not a titan
When I’m on the Internet
I’m not sure if
Anyone really cares
But if you read this sincerely
I’m glad that you’re there
I’m looking for a future
Like the World’s Fair
But no one ever really believes
That the world’s fair


There are days
I want to turn to the bottle
When I’m on the train I feel
Like I’m surrounded by supermodels
But I’ve been married
For five years
Infidelity’s high
On the list of my fears
‘Cause you can have
A beautiful wife at home
And still feel as though
You’re living your life alone
But that’s when
I try to think of the future so
I don’t even consider
Doing something estupido
I get feelings
And I have to duke it out
Sometimes I get sick of it
And want to puke it out
Some days it’s no fun
Being a male
You want to take your feelings
And lock ’em up in jail
With no possibility of bail
And no Internet access or even mail
Every day I feel like I fail
I have the kind of fantasies
I can’t relate in detail
And I wonder if it’s normal
To feel like your own body
Is going to war with you
And I wonder
What does a woman do?
Does she have the same struggle
When she’s looking at other dudes?
And is she even in love with you?
Or is there something in her
That’s secretly had enough of you?
And I wish that
I could be better to her
So someone else doesn’t write
Love letters to her
Because I’m addicted to her smell
Like it’s gin
I want it coming out of my veins
And deep within
And her touch is still
Like she’s electric
I wish for every second
We could be connected
Her coming back to me
Was unexpected
But our love is still young
And yet to be perfected
And I want to
Show her affection
But it’s like we’re Verizon
And lost the connection
I hope you can
Forgive this section
I needed to have
A bit of introspection


Then I think about
Going to work
The same gray walls
And the same white dress shirts
It’s as if it was made
To cause depression
To make a brain wander
Ask all kinds of questions
For example,
What am I doing here?
Do I want to do this
For the next thirty years?
How can a person be
Happy and balanced
When he spends most of his time
Inside a cube of silence?
I mean, I’m glad
That it pays the bills
If I’d been born elsewhere
I might be working in a field
And sweating to death
Under a hot sun
I don’t take my work for granted
I get the job done
It’s just that
It’s not enough to stop one
From worrying about those folks
Who haven’t got one
And wondering if
I’ll soon become one of them
Struggling outside
And searching for funds with them
I know I love to write
And so it happens
The dream that I’d like
Has nothing to do with rapping
I’d rather be a
Best-selling author
A screenwriter/director
And maybe win an Oscar
But I wouldn’t
Do it for the glory
I’d do it because
I need to tell a story
And I believe
I have a good perspective
On what would be needed
To make fiction effective
Some of the best stories are real
And those are the ones
That change how we feel
I’m not looking for a record deal
I’m looking to connect
With what hurts and heals
I’m looking to
Bring people to tears
Or make them laugh–
That would be music to my ears
It may take
Another fifty years
But I want to be remembered
When I’m no longer here
Then I think I need
To work a little faster
At best I’ve got forty years
Or maybe half of it
I have a pen and paper
I can tackle it
Hopefully you’ll get
To see it all happening
And if not,
Or if I’m gone next year
I want to say thanks again,
Just for being here

Offense Vs. Defense (A Rap Battle With Myself)

Commentator: Equally valid
And both equally talented
Will they fall into madness
Or seek a way to balance it?
Offense and Defense
Both taking the field
I’m curious to see
Which one of them will yield
The next step is, yes,
The coin toss
Offense gets the first rap
To start it off…


Off:  Hut-hut-hike!
And I snap the mike
You’re not in the same league as me
So ride a trike
Your raps are tired
Did they go on strike?
Quit now, throw in the towel,
And stop the fight!

Def:  Ha ha ha!
I’m not even impressed
You can barely get a couple of likes
On WordPress
Maybe if you weren’t so busy
Living a nerdfest
You could string together a rhyme
That wasn’t third best!

Off:  A nice rhyme
Quite cleverly deduced
I think it’s past time
To start decimating you, fool
See, people underestimate a dude
And they find themselves held
Directly under my boot

Def:  Okay, is there a point
To our battling
Other than a fancy show
Of saber rattling?

Off:  Actually, yes.  You see,
I made this happen
The saber is unsheathed
So let’s begin the battle, man.

Def:  So you think you can save them?
No amount of soap and water
Could ever bathe them
And they’re so busy blaming Satan
That they can’t even look in the mirror
You see, I blame them
My purpose here is to shame them
All the blood that’s on their hands
Completely stained them

Off:  Maybe so,
But we can always dream
No matter what we try to do
We’ll never stay clean

Def:  Ah, I see
So you agree
People have become like zombies
On bended knee
Became slaves who crave their own brains
They cannibalize themselves
Until they go insane

Off:  The world is not a horror movie
There are still decent people left here
That’s a surety
And if we keep on trying
Then there’s sure to be
A new generation of heroes
Fighting to be free

Def:  Man, your rhymes are boring me
I’m just here for the dragon’s gold
Like Thorin be
So you can forget about a contract
There’s no one else left in the world
Who has got your back
And yet you say that we should just attack
But I say the best offense
Is to accept the facts

Off:  You choose to see only
One side of things
I choose to believe
That there’s more hope inside of me
And our society’s not broken
In spite of these
Handfuls of aberrations
And the violent deeds

Def:  I don’t admire the
Gun battles and piracy
And crooked preachers and
Fake leaders with fake piety
This space is taken with hate
So don’t lie to me
Everything about you’s mistaken–
Your rhymes decidedly
People are savages
Even looking at averages
It’s nothing but sadness
And I’ve about had it here

Off:  How ignoble,
How you ignore the total
Your mind is still local
While mine has gone global
You need to expand your horizons
You sound like an Abilify advertisement
So take this thought under advisement
These challenges are big enough
Don’t super size them
Okay, so the world has corruption
Don’t turn it into an Oliver Stone production

Def:  All you can talk about is movies
You’re on the Internet
Staring at videos of cuties
And I’m not talking about mandarins
I’m talking about Selena, Christina
And Misty Anderson
So you’re not being honest
You’ll watch a movie just to see
Shailene topless

Off:  I never said I was perfect
But now it seems an old failure’s
Brought to the surface
So okay, I may lack some sense
It’s kind of in my name
That I cause some offense
But it’s not like my office
Is littered with Hustler, Maxim,
Or even Complex
I’m not proud of who I am
But I still have a chance
To become a better man
But when I do,
You’ll still remain cynical
While I’ll have my loved ones
You’re an individual

Def:  Ha!  She loved you?
Or married
You for money?
And doesn’t ever seem to
Find your jokes funny?
Or your brother and mother
Who are shunning
You because you disagree
With their theology?
And every single conversation
With them is like you’re under
Different constellations
So, seems like you got a problem, bee
You and I are buzzing
Around the same property

Off:  Whoa, there, now, slow down–
You just shocked me
I hadn’t even thought of that
It’s true, probably
And I understand now
Why you talk to me
There’s no one else here
With an ear to hear me properly

Def:  It’s all a bunch of desperation
You and I, we’re both
Headed for desolation
My heart and mind
Have just staged a jailbreak
And I declare this rap battle
To be a stalemate
And now neither side can move
But I don’t think anyone else
Lies like you do
One day, when you die, then the truth
Will come out and everybody that you knew
Will despise you

Off:  I’d rather they look
Deeper inside you
And see something more than the sins
Within, like I do
I’m not really interested
In fighting you
So much as I’m interested
In uniting you
Because together
We can do great things
Or at the very least
We can forge a great peace
But you’re right–
Neither of us wins
Because the real battle for our lives
Has yet to end
So are we heroes,
Or are we just men?

Def:  Doesn’t matter, gear me up
I’m going in
And from now
Until we’re wearing Depends
We’ll fight the good fight
As allies, if not friends

Off:  Well, I’ve got
An extra page to share
Want to rap battle some more
And see how we fare?

Def:  Not really
You can’t even get near me
I’m live action
And you’re just an animated series

Off:  Well, at least I’ll last for a season
Your box office showing is weak
For no apparent reason
And while my storyline is best
Yours degenerates
Into a CGI punchfest

Def:  That’s because I’ve got a big budget
While your catering service
Is a bag of frozen nuggets
Your ratings plummet
You don’t have the stomach
You can’t digest a rap contest
My flows are stunning

Off:  Oh, you think you’re cunning?
My rap’s the stuff of legends
You’re trying to teach the class
And you don’t know the lesson
So count your blessings
You’re like a salad dressing
I could pour you on my lettuce
And consume you with my vegetables

Def:  Oh yeah? You are nothing but mince meat
I’ll put you in a soup
And boil you like some Dinty
And your breath is not minty
You need baking soda, peroxide
And plenty

Off:  Are you sure you meant me?
Your ad hominems are
Flickering like a hologram
Here’s a card you can use–
You should be calling them
You need rapside assistance
‘Cause you’re stalling, man
So I suggest that you ban your mouth
Fly off or shrink into nothing
Like a Brandon Routh

Def:  Man, I think your steam is running down
I suspect you’re all out of
Gas to fuel your motor now
So I think your ship is going down
I’m a rap predator
Better than you on open ground
And I’ve got my heat sensors
You had been defeated
Before you even entered
And I beat you like beginners
I’m two moves away from checkmate
Your rap is cinders

Off:  You used to think
You were the center
I’m the Galileo of rap and
Now your theory’s injured
My declaration is thus:
And yet it does move
The momentum just swung and thrust
Me years in front of you
So I suggest to save face
That you locate the nearest exit
And escape
You may proclaim your rhymes are great
But you got yourself embarrassed
Coming here was a mistake
And I’ll cut you like a cake
I could take you in a battle
And win during my lunch break
And still have time for lunch
The door is right there
Your car is waiting out front


Commentator:  And so it’s a tie
Offense and Defense scored
Well into overtime
With rhyme after
Devastating rhyme
I would say they
Both performed perfectly fine
So thanks for joining us tonight
This has been an Atin & Fi production
Good night!
Any rebroadcast
Or redistribution
Is totally fine!
Send it to your producer!
(Off-camera:) Nah, this guy’s a total loser
I think I’ll go see what else
Is on the tube, bro