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When I think of missing you, I'm reminded why I shouldn't/ Binded by all of things I couldn't, do, thinking of what I wouldn't do/ Then, blinded by reality, blotting out my dreams/ With steady schemes, once again, seeing the themes changed/ Going well beyond a screamed shame, seeing how they loose chains/ Just to tighten them anew, while they tighten them a noose/ Even when they let us loose, they set us up to lose/ Giving the illusion of choose, while they gerrymander the options/ Don't even ask me what's poppin, rage already got heart throbbing/ At a different speed, ironic, how it slows down my efforts/ But accelerated my rotting, maybe I should go back to robbing/ Because doing things right, doesn't result in anything left/ But avenue after avenue closed, even while I'm jotting/ Seeing that I can't stop it, hitting rock bottom/ And having to rebuild again, with even less to start on/ And less reason to do so, and no reason to use soul/ In a city that doesn't value it, in a society that remains valueless/ Where there's no one worth investing in, I can't bring my mind to a place within/ Where I could pretend, I know that I'm not meant to win/ I've left behind, all I felt I needed to with pen/ So this, is just me playing out the string, hoping the chords don't pop/ Because I can't replace the strings, and I can't make them care about the theories I've got/ Floating on a broken wing, and unanswered prayers/ As if my wishes, weren't worth shit, just not worth it/ Meant to be the one that aids others, even if I'm just their stepping stool/ If I would've died faster, that would've been cool/ Now the pain just amasses and it pools, watching how these masters control the moves/ So with all of that said, I can't seriously consider missing you/ #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #lyricstogo #blackhistorymonthbars #28bars #part8 #writer #lyricist https://www.instagram.com/p/CobnMD6u6iq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I’m calling this “Obituary”. This is an obituary for all of those the world ain’t give a fuck about when they ain’t deserve to die for all of those who were obscured and overshadowed or had shadows cast over the way they passed with folks galvanizing behind others because it’s cool while children who ain’t getting crowdfunding wonder what to do This is for all of those who pass judgment unfairly on those no longer living yet didn’t give a shit when they did Fuck you in no uncertain terms This is for the sanctimonious sacks of crap who call for moderation while houses and bodies burn How many massacres have to occur for you all to finally learn that massive violence only gets defeated by massive violence or defeating their literal will to fight? This shit to me seems to be on repeat with nothing gained except years and dates to add to this list and to have less and less of who and what we miss We miss the dead and the lessons they taught so they die in vain whether or not we remember their names We focus so much on coping that we forgot to be noting all of the nonsense and how to counteract it Nothing is easy to do but deviating from the norm is what’s necessary to meet predatory deviation I say this from years of studying and personal experience that I wouldn’t have otherwise survived There’s a lot of uncomfortable truths out there and not enough people to lead the rest to water There’s too many dumbasses leading dumbasses and too many who can’t tell the difference There’s too much smoke and it’s literally hard to breathe but no one gives enough of a shit to think is this the life we want to lead? We are writing our own obituary make it worth the fucking read #aaronglover #obituary #poetry #poem #poet #lyricist #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #writer https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpf3FWgHhtq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a7v92qdc8bxq
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Powerful words. Especially the last five lines. . Posted @withregram • @aagwiththeeyes_5 Sentiments are great, until I call that bluff/ Can’t get the bat off your shoulder, when I ask what’s up/ No need in wondering, now I just laugh at the/ Way I thought things would be, guess y’all were masking up/ Couldn’t see the real, no wonder I can’t feel/ Numb to y’all’s emotions, now I’m numb to myself/ Dumb to y’all’s devotion, like I was dumb to my health/ Did things for those, that went unappreciated/ Found my place alone, no need to seek some favor/ Quiet places, uninspired when I sight these faces/ Asking myself, why’d I even write these faces/ Forging connections, instead of checking for invectives/ Seeing affection, turned to an infection/ Seeing my inflection, turned to rejection/ Got used to the sensation, the severed connections/ Nothing to rebuild, just a void to question/ #aaronglover #sentiments #16bars #part1 #80bars #lyricist #lyricism #lyricstogo #writersofinstagram #nycwriter #queens #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #hiphop #rap https://www.instagram.com/p/CIIuZ0hJJyD/?igshid=1ddzsoq43875b
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Ain't it funny, how this life strikes, why this zeitgeist/ The timing's never quite right, elucidation in my life/ Gets ignored, the silence rings off, quiet turns to fight night/ I'm stuck combatting my rage, been combative for days/ Ain't compatible with the bullshit games, but they still play/ And because I don't say, how I'm feeling, in the moment, it tends to foment/ All of these waves, I don't appreciate, watching how so much of my efforts, depreciate/ Wondering, am I supposed to appreciate, how they treat me different/ Without acknowledging, the ways, that I'm actually different/ It should be no surprise, due to this, I'm actually distant/ I respond, in ways, that don't get shouted, not for clout with this shit/ I've been a misfit, but never been in denial of this with/ Anyone, with whom I try to establish a relationship/ It makes me think, I wasn't meant to relate to shit/ Except my own reflection, and the broken bits/ I tried to put hope in this, but what's a quote, if it don't hit/ If it don't connect, is it worthy of respect, or should it receive neglect/ Should I try even faster, to speed to death?/ Society won't miss me, all the blows its stuck so far/ Always having to dig, being restricted, by how the pain struck those scars/ And continues to, don't even have to intimate how true flows are/ Because it strikes me in jolts, even if I don't a single soul/ I suppose I come off as cold, or the things I say, get taken as a joke/ Not allowed to be honest in communication, always told or shown, that I have to go/ And no one defends me, because they don't see me go/ To all of the places they used to know, my face to show/ Never realized integrity is conditional, I always thought that shit was critical/ But letting go of all of that, is not revisional, but medicinal/ #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #blackhistorymonthbars #28bars #lyricist #writer #lyricstogo #part7 https://www.instagram.com/p/CobkIvssGWb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Gotta ask myself, what the fuck's so different, see the love's been missing/ Luck's been distant, so fuck the kidding, not here for jokes/ I can punch with more than lines, but I'm not here for quotes/ I would say I'm here for growth, but the things that grow, for me, leave me without hope/ Without scope, to see beyond the suffering, it never gets redeemed/ While the lights that gleam, blind all my schemes/ Can't even find peace in my dreams, what the fuck does that mean/ Can't even find the solution, the average is just that mean/ That it gets to be sickening, not even including the times I was sickened, see/ Always having to risk shit, I can't afford to lose, trying to be/ Greater than my reality, not accepting fate and finality/ Crushed by the totality, of having your life totaled, and still having to replace it/ Still having to repay it, mind absorbing hatred/ In the midst of distilling it, because access to me is so filtered/ Even when off kilter, I won't let others become the killer/ Of dreams or off my physical frame, what a shame/ That I choose to embrace the pain, because I can't escape the flame/ Partially of my own making, partially of society taking/ And taking, without a thought to give, like, who gives a shit/ Like, people never did for me, who's really missing it/ As hope dies, and embers rise, watching those enterprise/ Turn into enmity's rise, so much deeper than pride/ When every part of you, that wanted to part with feuds/ Gets abused, take kindness for weakness, silence for meekness/ And then violence, sirens, get viewed in iris/ As something that doesn't make sense, because the origin story wasn't worthy of open eyelids/ So why kid, when seeing how the symptoms affect you, that you care any deeper, than how the symptoms infect you/ That's the thing about a malignant society, it doesn't discriminate on how to be disrespectful/ #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #blackhistorymonthbars #28bars #lyricstogo #writer #lyricist #part6 https://www.instagram.com/p/CoWUcAtsCOV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Or annoying pretension, because the reality gets lost for the way that the story's told/ Hating the way the story's sold, but believing it might make a difference to have a story told/ That isn't quite so cookie cutter, that has a bit more luggage/ Than their arms can carry on, makes it a little harder to carry on/ When you see no one like you, so it doesn't feel like it's worth carrying on/ When your tribe is yet to be determined, to the point of indeterminant/ And the search just keeps on burning skin, so you keep on with burning phlegm/ Burnished with hundreds of cuts, furnished in times of peace and sin/ Wondering what it was to win, learned to be a gracious loser/ Learned to stay away from users, ironic, on a computer screen/ Not thinking about what this music mean, more focused on what this musing means/ Did I use my mind enough, did I find peace, or did I obsess about the losing things?/ Losing rings, in my ears, in a way I can't turn off/ Supposed telling them about double digit concussions, is a relationship turnoff/ Can't even keep up with the number, had my first at the age of nine/ I was tougher than most, so I walked it off, guess everyone assumed I was fine/ Even before that, I was losing my mind, it was one of the least traumatic things to happen to me at nine/ I eventually found piece with it all, in time/ Learned how to refine, the thoughts in my mind/ Not being so scatterbrained all of the time, a bit more of a tamed lion/ Pained, I am, armed with the same trying/ To succeed against the odds, where the folks trying/ Those built like me, and raised like me, don't play fair, only viewed as ID/ Asking themselves, why me, when thinking back on the whole of we/ What is this, that we call, society, when the only time inequity is noted, is after rioting?/ At that point, it's too late, after ignoring all we'd state/ Or abhorring what we'd state, maybe they'll blame it on us being a weed state/ Less violent when taking those L's, but less people to place in those cells/ #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #blackhistorymonthbars #28bars #lyricist #lyricstogo #writer #part5 https://www.instagram.com/p/CoRT2PZs7kN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Regardless, I'm fucked, but it's fun searching for motivation/ Easier to move fearless, when failure's always there, without a care/ For what you wanted to succeed, for how you tried to exceed, what they outlined for you/ And what you created outside of the lines, outlined in truth, more than simple vocation/ This is my life, less depiction than reality, just depicted for finality/ Just descriptive, with a need for decrypting, because I'm an oxymoron/ Direct, yet complicated, not matter how large or small the convocation/ So it complicates conversation, my mind starts to tune out, playing out all the expectations/ Seeing how their future actions, renders this basic, the operation/ Order's too predictable, that's why I prefer the complication/ Watching their bullshit, wondering, where's the condensation/ Mentally rolling my eyes, while showing a kind of patience/ Honed by spending hours in operation, been a patient in/ Too many rooms, yet the most pain I've felt came in visit rooms/ The ones where tears just couldn't escape, didn't feel like I was seeing straight/ Feeling the world spin, where it's an accomplishment, to maintain your feet/ Feeling the buckling in my brain, and in my knees, reflecting on what it means to need/ And how that goes deeper than most are willing to face, to me, that's fucking bravery/ The kind without a yay for me, pursuing a game I can't play for free/ Because what difference is ability, if it doesn't translate to the/ Public at large, why I'm often missing at large/ Missing a large, part of me, some living, most not/ Not quite a broke heart, just burnt, with some scars, some embers, some gray, folks afraid because it's toast hot/ Not knowing it's supposed to run hot, if it's supposed to run at all/ Not knowing my anxiety attacks, made it so hard to run at all/ Amplified by the last two years, why the fuck would I say happy new year/ My 30's hasn't had it, now, I'm mad and I've had it/ Up to here, with all of the things I see ascending, when the underpinnings are based in pretending/ #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #28bars #blackhistorymonthbars #lyricist #part4 #writer #lyricstogo https://www.instagram.com/p/CoOqjM7sLju/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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My focus narrows when I'm incensed, looking at time spent/ Trying to find happiness, in a world that never wanted me to see it/ Never wanted me to seek it, notnot beseeched with/ Reasons why that should be different, been naturally a dissident/ With a distant end, and a distant pen, from those who get it in/ In creative incline, I rhyme like I'm out of time/ Not out of lines, though the living is borrowed, mind/ I should view it different, when I try to, all life does is remind/ Why I see it in that hue, traumatic rewinds, like all of this collapsing/ Is meant to be mine, minted to decline/ Like my aspirations, automatically receive, a, never mind/ Never mine, nothing to possess, but I shouldn't find/ Fault with that, reason to break, with everything attached to grind/ Because all that ensues, is torn sinews, and nerves stretched to a degree/ That never heals, always asking, why me?/ Eyes narrowing, they'll view like, why's he/ Look so mad at the world, fucked over enough times, to be mad at the world/ Without hyperbole, back to the older me/ The colder me, not expecting to be, older/ We, doesn't even come to mind, can't come to times/ They consider most important, because it's most inconvenient/ For me to do, looking at me, saying, I needed you/ Knowing damn well, if I read them truth, they'll just walk away/ I've seen it too many times, no need for me to talk away/ Going in one ear, or the other, that's what we call conversation waves/ I don't pass the vibe check, because I don't do the surface level waves/ Going to the deepest waters, with food for thought in hand/ Having myself a feast, in the storm, alone, just like I fucking planned/ #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #blackhistorymonthbars #28bars #part3 #lyricist #writer #lyricstogo https://www.instagram.com/p/CoOlqegMUPk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Continuing Black History Month. Ain't seen my shadow in awhile, just darkness in my reflection/ I expect some will come with objections, while others, will come at me with projection/ I don't care about perception, can't pierce when I chose self-ejection/ Used to choose self-rejection, lack of confidence in my direction/ Wandering to my mind's erection, hating what the world's erecting/ Hasn't changed for me, in the last few decades, not worth respecting/ Can't stand up to honest scrutiny or inspection, unscrupulous and effecting/ Damage, upon those who might have been normal, made manic/ Suppose it's their planning, to misdirect rage, not spanning/ Beyond narrow views, and how nature will choose, for us to feud/ With those we're closest to, it's why they thought segregation was the move/ It's why they'd hate, when we'd make upward moves/ Still addicted to cheap labor, that's unable to move/ Freely, always strikes me different, when folks shout, free he, free she/ And strikes me with a different pain, when viewed in the frame, of the lowest IQs, receiving the most abuse/ Treated like they're animals, for labor or entertainment views/ Easier to make them believe, that crime is the thing to do/ Deriving reality, from make-believe, abandoned at an early age by those who/ Were supposed to do the opposite, vilified by those who believe, the 13/52 narrative, that that's all that they do/ And what the fuck's the use, of doing right/ When all they see, is doing right, met by massive violence/ Or failure, heroes don't win in the end, so in the hood, all we get is violence/ And increasing of sin, guess we're out of stones to cast/ Watching folks who don't know us, bemoan the wrath/ Chickens came home to roost, yet again, but folks don't listen to the past/ Shot off of the mountaintop, for trying to bridge the gap, because how we're living was wack/ Watched the riots, only blamed the ones that were black, then pumped in heroin and crack/ A War on Drugs, they said of it, when it was really a war on blacks, this is what it crafts/ #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #freestyle #28bars #blackhistorymonthbars #writer #lyricist #part2 #lyricstogo https://www.instagram.com/p/CoJiYlMMod7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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This is how I'm kicking off Black History Month. Society never loved me, nor embraced my existence/ Sometimes I hate my persistence, hate that I'm gifted/ In the midst of the worst, making existing a curse/ Often treated as a cur, seeing ceding occur/ Can't be surprised at the separation, can't react to it, when focused on respiration/ Desperation, setting in, settling in, guess I'm used to the degradation/ And silence instead of defamation, not resorting to violence in lieu of explanations/ Can't really x the space in, between what we used to have, when I used to laugh/ Now they assume the wrath, that I imbued in past/ Now they view and pass, that's even if they view at all/ Now that I'm in absentia, I don't really exist to you at all/ I could include the et al., but it's not worth it to feud with all/ To get specific, it hurt my heart, watching the way you'd withdraw/ The bad part, is that applies to more than one, plurality turned into a loss/ Much less a split decision, than a rigged decision, aggravating my split incisions/ And the ones I've yet to have, part of the reason I've yet to ask/ Is that I found myself having to embrace pain, to mitigate damages from my past/ Always having to overcompensate, no wonder they see me as cracked/ Even my doctors ask for X-rays instead of MRIs, as my ligaments tear and my nerves die/ Wondering, why do I try, why do I cry, why do I ask why?/ I'm all out of finding the purpose, when none of this shit is working/ Feels like none of this is worth it, maybe this hurting, I deserve it/ Where doing things the right way, only showed how the wrong get ahead/ Makes me not want to get out of bed, or put a bullet in my head/ But I'd rather fight with own thoughts, then try to ignore them/ Even if I abhor them, both the thoughts and society, trying to find what's bright in me/ Gave up on trying to find what's right with we, can't even find what's right with me/ Taking so many L's, biggest one was believing in society/ #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #freestyle #28bars #blackhistorymonthbars #writer #lyricist #part1 #lyricstogo https://www.instagram.com/p/CoJbqDmM1zp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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This is my final poem for #nationalpoetrymonth #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #lyricist #writer #nycpoet #poet #poetry #poem #swansong https://www.instagram.com/p/CfD1QVbOsj-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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This is my 29th poem for #nationalpoetrymonth #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #writer #lyricist #nycpoet #poet #poetry #poem https://www.instagram.com/p/CfD03qEOuVT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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This is my 28th poem for #nationalpoetrymonth #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #poem #poet #poetry #nycpoet #lyricist #writer https://www.instagram.com/p/CfD0a-eOGKA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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This is my 27th poem for #nationalpoetrymonth #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #lyricist #writer #nycpoet #poem #poetry #poet https://www.instagram.com/p/CfDx6cPu1XX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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This is my 26th poem for #nationalpoetrymonth #aaronglover #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #lyricist #writer #nycpoet #poet #poem #poetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CfDthbOu03t/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Part two of my 25th poem for #nationalpoetrymonth #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo #aaronglover #nycpoet #poet #poem #poetry #lyricist #writer https://www.instagram.com/p/CfDtILjukYY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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