Vino … What … Peace
Have you ever seen me perform, have you ever heard my words
The way I speak my dialect my slang my slurs
If you did how can you still say goodbye to wordsmith such as me
The brutality of my words, the viciousness of my sentences the illness of my stories
I have given you my defeats, my downfalls as well as my glory and my victories
I have shed words of brilliance, I have spent a wealth of pain
All so that you would remember my name when I would be gone
But your attitude towards my departure proves I was wrong
And I am your poet’s poet, the one who constantly tries to reach higher
The one who when you give him a compliment he calls you a liar
I am him, the validation that when you stick with something you can achieve anything
I’m living proof brother
Vino … What … Peace
I have placed my feet in the puddle of despair and lost my shoes there
I am now barefooted in the dark and not a soul that cares
I have walked hand in hand with suicide
Every bit of compassion in me died
Love has left, and left me a note saying this
You should have never trusted that bitch
Loneliness has its finger on my brain and refuses to remove it
I have a box of happy thoughts, but where I placed it … that I tend to forget
Light flickers but more to tease than anything else
There aren’t enough tears I can shed if I would show pity to myself
Vino … what … Peace
You actually think that I would leave and accept such simple goodbye
This is the thank you I get for making you laugh for making you cry
For creating fantasies that you can live in
This is what you give me … nothing
No tears, no hugs, no letters not even an email
If this was a test of our friendship than you simple fail
And I had faith in you audience
You always treated my work with patience
And admiration and clapped without any hesitation
That was all a lie wasn’t it
You lying son of a …
Vino … What … Peace
When you describe me say the word ill
When they ask how I write say he kills
When I step to dudes they lose blather control
You can ice skate where I walked I’m that cold
I don’t really give a fuck you can call me a virgin
I’m store bought yall that downloaded version
Rap made being stupid look coo
But now thanks to me, being a poet is coo too
Vino … What … Peace
I’m never cocky enough to take credit for stuff I didn’t do
I am where I am thanks to the Spoken Notes crew
That’s the dj, the cameras every poet and you
So without any nonsense added thank you
For coming on stage with nothing but a promise that you can share your poetry
For blessing us with your thoughts, your feelings and your reality
The bravery it takes to take this stage
And convey to us what you wrote down on a page
Is nothing less than awesome
They say poetry isn’t for some
We proved them wrong
We will take our spot, it’s been too long
But in my own words, one up one piece one holla one boo
The bullshit I talk simply wont cease
So to summarize it all up, I
Vino … Say … Peace