Chosen Lyric is a response to the design of the times: an unveiling of that which provokes thought, a distant pursuit of what makes us individuals, an inner search of what makes us pieces of a bigger puzzle, & a desire and appreciation to yielding the seeds of ambition.
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My name’s Anne/
and when I lost my father on 9/11,
I just didn’t understand/
It happened while I was in pre- k/
I had on my U.S. flag shirt,
rode the cheese bus to school
like any other day/
After nap time we found out
problems were real deep/
But I didn’t realize because
I was still half asleep/
then I went to day care/
dad never came there/
I had to stay there/
Osama,
why is it that you don’t play fair?/
Why is
that you’d invest time and money
into hurting me?/
and kill people you don’t even know personally?/
Four years old, learned the agony of defeat/
no dad to tuck me in,
I drown in my tears till I sleep/
still had Mom, but Daddy’s girl felt all alone/
there were lessons unknown/
To be learned in the time I’ve grown/
In days after, people started wearing
stripes and stars/
And some people drove around,
waving flags on their cars/
met and held lit candles when we used to light cigars/
if united we stand… then united we scar/
It was like we all felt pain’s measure/
But the moral of the story
is it brought us all together/
Ten years later, I’m fourteen, cool and clever/
Dad, I wanted to say I love you forever/
the character this instilled in me made me better/
They tried to break in us Americans, but we’re tough as leather/
To get through the maze/
My grades/
All As/
Sports I play/
And I behave/
I was raised/
In my father’s ways/
This country and those who live
inside are great/
Even with social stigmas we try & break/
And 9/11’s dying fates/
To see my Daddy in heaven,
I do wait/
Can u find a trace/
Hope u see, because I relate/
As to why 9-11 united
the United States…
One day there was a pretty lady/
Borderline going crazy/
Because everyone was treating her shady/
Gotta get some piece of mind if she wants to live to see 80/
No more playing games, no xboxes from KB/
I’m just her friend, but I call her “Baby”/
And I see things are unclear & hazy/
Way too hazy for her to try & date me/
But will my compliments help? Maybe/
I told her,”I love you/
For years I have loved you/
And You’ve made some mistakes in life, but how could I ever judge you/
When I just wanna kiss & hug you”/
I told her she has the look I was looking for/
Cuz she had the look to make me not have to look anymore/
Told her,”That quality of your heart usually/
Doesn’t exist in women who were made so beautifully/
And that sense of humor/
Makes me laugh until I’m in a stupor/
I love everything about you – you’re super!”/
She wouldn’t let me take her out that day/
But its ok/
I loved the way I felt when around her, so I told her anyway/
But one day when we were stripped apart, came adversity/Hearts do tear, can’t fix with surgery/
She’s texting me,”Help!” Crying in the phone “Emergency!”/
And I dont have enough to bail her- I’m questioning the worth of me/
Her Facebook said,” You don’t deserve my best if you leave at my worst, you see”/
So I’m strapped in for the long haul, the 1 who’s also at his worst is me/
Hundo on her bail, my face in her courtroom was the 1st she’d see/
Is God cursing me?/
Cuz her fam said her released is something I don’t deserve to see”/
And the thought of her away for months really is hurting me/
I always think of her when I think of me- courtesy/
I dream of us on Ocean Drive in Miami- jetski & surf with me/
Her as my Significant Other- no Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst with me/
So I’m happy when she flirts with me/
Life’s rough now,but it may have its perks, you see/
If you remember 1 who was down from day 1st is me/
To keep your spirits up purposely/
I help you & it works for me/
So the one saying that you’re hot in jumpsuits, jeans or skirts is me/
–
To this day, my feelings for you will always be on Elevate/
but cuz of $- relocations and honeys- I let us separate/
but I’m so proud of you, mad jobs- you work hard/
collecting jobs like kids collected Pokemon cards/
I don’t know how you had the time to think/
glass and hang you for a don’t know how you had time to drink/
dated and saw some people, but like a broken gold chain it just wouldn’t link/
& regardless of whether or not the problem solved/
you never let it affect your jobs/
you’re not on drugs or in court even a struggle you do better/
& every time I see you I think of our years together/
& when we chill you talk about our years together/
& when we were talking about marriage, engagement, we were
talking years forever/
I can’t seem to accept the final end/ look at what you’ve become!
After all that you can’t just be my friend!/ Hearts break! But Rules Bend!/
you don’t hear- then you disappear- it’s just me again/
she’ll come through another time- she just can’t forget me
Put $ Blood, Sweat & Tears- my all into that girl- I’ll pray she
don’t regret me/
& if she picks up an oar, and we sell in the same boat, dunno
who’s the captain/ I love chilling with you relaxing/
I guess whatever happens happens/ just know that…
I’m Still Proud Of You
Lorraine/
is an elderly woman in pain/
fell down the stairs, but chooses not to complain/
lately, she’s been looking for release/
she’s a widow, & all the members of her family’s deceased/
old age, drugs, car accidents, Grim: the reaper works complete/
except for nephew, Verse, he used to run the streets/
but he was fly/
American eagle eyes/
so he pursued a music career, went & told them streets goodbye/
she hasn’t seen him in years, surely not after the stroke/
her favorite show cancelled, she throws the remote/
losing a grip on life, but suddenly not a hope/
cuz verse was on TV performing a rhyme he wrote/
the next day he was at her house, they spoke/
he gave her money paid off the house in the car notes/
Verse went platinum, pretty wife, has a son and a daughter/
he paid Lorraine’s Funeral Service- life’s natural order/
her will left him the house & cars, she’s such a supporter/
I guess blood really is thicker than water…
I have much appreciation/
For my parrothead assocation/
But I’m from Long Island, the millenniums generation/
They told us in school,” We can be anything we wanna be, in this nation”/
But the 20 somethings of Long Island: a disenfranchised situation/
Some with degrees-, some have no GEDs-, have permanent reservations:/
We’re all stuck in parents housing foundation/
If the relationship between parents & kids isn’t forsaken/
We can’t afford much due to inflation/
1k rent for one bedrooms, but $7.25’s where minumum wage is stationed/
So they use, to escape reality, like reality was Freddy or Jason/
Over doses, arrests, some turned informant from cop interrogations/
I lost friends, dead & alive, from drugs, legals & hating/ who don’t understand that: this IS work, it only LOOKS like a vacation/
So I do it for every body, every one who couldn’t find evasion/
That only ever wanted equality in the equation/
The ones who can’t chase their dreams, maybe its cost, or maybe its probation/
Watching my YouTube performance @ different locations/
Seeking everything from entertainment to motivation/
I do it for supporters & women I tell I love them in persuasion/
Of poems, time, intimacy & conversation/
Crossing their calendars, till I get home: they’re waiting/
For my homegirls in recovery, telling them they’re beautiful & they’re sacred/
I do it for the bettering of everyone in God’s creation/
Cuz we all deserve better accommodations/
Maybe Mary Jo is right, maybe I’ll make it/
But from start to end, I pray I’m humble, helpful, loving & patient…
My name’s Ron/
It all stared with marijuan/
Next thing I knew- I’d do dope or a few blues: I’m so far gone/
Id lie, cheat, steal to get high: I lived wrong/
I detoxed & never went back because I’m strong/
People knew about my past, treat me like a pawn/
They don’t understand: fighting addiction is life long/
I go to NA meetings/
when it’s my turn I’m speaking/
And people tell me I add reason/
To their lives, my words make the odd feel even/
So I was inspired/
To become a paid inpatient counselor till the day I retire/
It”s heartbreaking work, getting paid applying tough love:/
Sad stories, tears hugs/
And discharging recovering addicts who are found with drugs/
I’d hear stories of rape, abuse, life wasn’t fair/
Grieving from death, or because mommy or daddy wasn’t there/
But there was this 1 fellow named Steve/
No father, pro lacrosse player, till he hurt both his knees/
Surgery/
Doc said, “take 2 of these”/
Long story short: he’s sitting next to me/
Steve was difficult at 1st/
Cuz that self hate from not having a dad made him feel worse/
So he did what exhilarated him, & lacrosse really worked/
But it all came crashing down when he got hurt/
I put Steve under my wing/
Cuz my mom left my dad while I was a baby, but she still wears her Wedding ring/
But he put up a fight for sure/
Doing things he should of gotten discharged for/
Me & all counselors would meet/
Because no matter how sweet/
Steve shouldn’t be patronizing under the sheets/
But I argued for him so he stayed/
And I’m glad I did it because it all clicked one day/
Clean time building/
Allowed to see his wife & children/
And they got to hear him speak his testimony & his vision/
In NA meetings, could hear tears & pins drop: everybody listened/
And it was good to know I believed in him, he’s in the best condition/
Till 1 day he called me up at a meeting & hugged me/
Told me he loves me/
“Because Ron, you believed in me & put nobody above me”/
I know many in recovery: some in & out of relapse bring sadness/
I’ve heard all there is to hear, counseled people with every habit/
But Steve works selling lacrosse gear & got his life back: do you believe in magic?/
I do, so when you feel it in your gut- don’t give up- on an addict…/
My name’s Brandy/
my favorite poet drives a hybrid Camry/
29 years old, live on Long Island with my family/
in the recession I’m mad at dependence on them: & they don’t understand me/
cuz i wanna start my own family/
& move in with my boyfriend Stanley/
or at least move out, move in with my friend Tammy/
but I’ve been inconvenienced by Hurricane Sandy/
it all started when trees fell & I lost power/
mad cuz I was watching Kardashians that hour/
then mad/
because my iPhone couldn’t get service, can’t connect wifi on my iPad/
long lines, can’t get gas in the car/
now I can’t joyride in the city, I’m now not allowed to drive far/
so I’m stuck home/
no iPhone/
almost 30, unemployed and feeling alone/
but when it was all over, Sandy ruined part of my home/
I’m in a shelter, eating canned goods/
but my definition of life was misunderstood/
I met people whose family members lost lives/
who had the courage to stay strong on the inside/
I met those who had gas & power the whole time, & weren’t affected/
who put in countless hours volunteering, so in town they were respected/
the president sent free gas to Freeport, & went to Jersey,
I suggested/
the way he handled Sandy was part of why he was re elected/
food, & clothing drives/
at all types of venues gave Americans on the east coast the fight to not give up & stay alive/
it was a time we will remember forever/
similar in aura to 911: because in loss, we stood together/
i count my blessing as i count sheep, in a shelter pulling up my covers/
cuz we all Held On to hope, showed character, & Didnt Let Go of of one another
I’ve taken time
to redefine
what’s mine
I’ve found a place
Where I can retake
Space
It’s great
Mine is clouded
Not mind is clouded
Not as crowded
Smoke and mirrors
I’m the loudest
Falling away from it all at the rate of never
I’m astounded
In the world, not of the world that’s surrounded
Vapors in my distant place allow focus & ease headaches
previously pounded
My family, friends & girls tolerate my aura, but some rather not
be around it
Do I Meditate? Do I Medicate? Or Do I Vegetate? 
I just need a lot of purpose/
standing in these streets for years and don’t want to feel worthless/
In QU they died from gunshots/
in Suffolk the drugs make one stop/
breathing/
so many wakes and hearts bleeding/
& people so sore they can’t soar like eagles/
and some doing come for illegal/
I just want to be the guy/
that makes it
so it’s child wishes, staring at the sky/
and says, If he can why can’t I/
& years later his mom and sis
tell poverty, “goodbye” /
rappers freestyle, talk about their gun/
but I don’t and they still say,
Lyric you are the one/
darkness in the streets
and you are the sun
Morton I don’t want to be the boss/
just tell me where we need to be and tell me the cost/
THANK YOU FOR READING!
