Monday, August 30, 2010

gimme every ting


I feel all this talk of gettin money any means necessary
is the very reason, dem teef mi bredren blackberry
hustle hard!! stack yuh paper
if it up to me, every teef turn to vapour
yuh mumma never tell yuh say nuh bloodclaat teef
cyaa even left clothes pon line again, dem gone wid all yuh brief
pree dis, mi a hard working yute
...slave everyday
why di fuck mi fi give YOU all a my pay?
YOU? weh siddung whole day a bun weed
YOU? weh suh red eye, dem a bleed
wah mek it worse oonu a rob ppl weh a struggle just like u
move wid di woman rent money fi go floss a igloo
If I was di judge, some sentence would a run
any teef, petty teef, white collar, robbery wid a gun
yuh could a even teef a space inna di line
after this judgement, all christmas present yuh decline
oonu nuh understand say ppl lose more than just possessions
they lose hope, their smile...all cause a ur corruption
waste of bloodclaat sperm
wait...likkle pussyhole, di table a go turn



Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

Friday, August 27, 2010

forecast


All I really wanna know is...
do u know the effect you have?
I just wanna break whatever agreement we had
fuck the "I don't give a fuck" clause
No, that's not all you mean to me now
you're more than just a good fuck
but why waste a good fuck
when we know it's just a misunderstanding
and u sexy buck
No, that's not my solution to everything
but it does solve a lot
cause after great sex, we actually talk
and we recognize this great thing we've got
Shhh, you look so cute when you're mad
not as good as when you smile though
see all those rainy clouds?
you know u control the weather don't?
smile.
let's have some beautiful sunshine


Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Ramblings of a mad man on twitter




let me first give a brief background to the idea of this post. This was a post made on twitter and it started a convo. It was said that, "Women have gotten easy and men have gotten lazy".

From as far back as the beginning of time, men have successfully let their egos lead them to do things that they regret, sometimes for the rest of their lives. As a result, any action that compromises the safety of said ego, is immediately dismissed as blasphemy. Pause, this is a huge misrepresentation of the real men that still live and exist in this world that we live in today, but let's go along with the masses to prove a point. I bet all the feminists were pumping their fists like they were at some rally. *smh*

Every time a man messes up and he admits that he was wrong, he runs to the jewelery store or the flower shop. He either buys her something expensive, sends her flowers at work so that everyone will "awww, that's so sweet" and ride her to forgive him or he takes her to that one special place she always wanted him to take her. This is an attempt to speed up the "make-up" process and get him back in her good graces. This method has been tried and proven time and time again...look at Kobe....lol. It's nothing new. Maybe we're just catching on.

Now, for argument's sake, if my ego doesn't allow me to grovel at your feet and I know of a method that works, why the hell wouldn't I use it. If it works in a relationship, what are the odds it wouldn't work outside of one? Let's see, women like to be pampered with all the finest things in life. Not saying that women are totally vain...and yes, I said totally. Come on, you know that's definitely a way to your hearts, be a good hospital and admit it.

You catch my eye and I now have to prove to you that I want you and I am a good man for you by jumping through hoops and taming lions. Sometimes oonu done a pree already and want tango, so why? We know where we are and where we wanna be. We skip the chase and get straight to the point, you want a life of comfort and luxury, I can give that to you, what's that? you need proof? Bam!!! Shopping spree. Bam!!! mani and pedi. Now here's where the woman-version of an ego chips in, "ooohhh girl, he really loves you, you should...". Here we see that maybe, you're not the "easy" one, oh but your friends are!! And your friends influence you like our ego plays us.

From I was a child, I kept hearing, "yuh cyaa carry dat go supermarket!". Our society made us vain and so we show more appreciation for the more physical things in life, things that are seemingly more rewarding at the time. It mek sense, doan? At least, yuh have suppem fi show when it's all said and done. Our values have indeed crumbled like the buildings in Haiti after the earthquake but hey, you don't have to be a part of that. In addition, our fear for getting hurt has made us all crawl back into our shells where we spend our lives in fear. We keep it strictly physical, no one gets hurt. No harm, no foul.

So in essence, some men are lazy, some women are easy. But I'm a broke nigga, I got to put in work the conventional way - long conversations (sometimes about nothing), making her smile, hanging out together etc. Men who are willing to work for what they want still exist and they still try every day. Usually it's with a woman they feel is worth it, after all we weren't designed to whip out our emotions like that. (yes we more frequently whip out other things..blah blah blah). Real men respect women whom he doesn't consider to be easy. And that's the true definition of a wifey, it's not because you walk out like Liquid said.


Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

Sunday, August 15, 2010

just words

It's 1:04am on a Sunday
and yet I feel inspired to write
Not sure why the sudden urge
Or what will be my muse tonight
Maybe my heart is full
And I need to do some spring cleaning
Decipher my emotions
While trynna figure out exactly how I'm feeling
Ok let's see...
I know I miss real love and intimacy
What can I say? I've always been a hopeless romantic
My inception of fallacy?
I just want my heart to be happy
Not imprisoned by regrets and fears
God knows I've dished out pain and hurt
I've also received more than my fair share
I just wanna wipe the slate clean
Spend the rest of my life with my soulmate
Not caught up staring in the rear view mirror
And realising I missed her when it's too late
I get so caught up trying to be somebody
A gift and a curse...my passion to be...
And sometimes I forget to be a father
And quite honestly it kills me
Not knowing what to say, what to do
...how to be...
I've messed up just about everything I touch
My relationships, my job, everything around me
I try sooo very hard...
And I discovered that that's the problem
I don't think I'm screwed up
I just haven't fully figured out myself or life as yet

...Bear with me...


Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010