Dear GOD (Can You Hear Me)?

[Mr Sonny Dickens]

Just a lil sumn' sumn'.

Dear Lord I implore you to show me what my purpose is.
Let your words nourish portions of my brain's surfaces,
instead of being a misfit, who's 6th sense is nervousness,
who sits in church services when sick sh*t discourages.
I let the herb flourish as a quick fix my courage is
nurtured by the thought that none can usurp my worthiness.
I've been hurt by lip services, Christ they're so merciless
and life has no purpose despite, my assertiveness.
GOD, you know my ex said I'm too complex?
That I'm an X head and I'm stingy with sex?
And she expects more than a casual fling,
more of a gradual swing, towards a marital thing.
But it's...in my character to revel in these females.
It's like she doesn't see well, the Devil's in the details.
A player like I'm Sprewell, not saying that I earned it.
but girls remeber me like Rudy T remembers Kermit.
As a youngster Lord I learned it takes a man to deal with women.
Once the burn of being horny filled my nads I started sinnin'.
My heart in the beginnin' was only Art and no pretending,
in fact was worth defending when these cats were condescending.
God, I'm bending over backward just to act like I'm a Catholic.
All the friends I used to laugh wit' now are mad because I'm graphic,
And it's tragic, out of habit I done burned so many bridges.
Through the course of being grown, I done made some dumb decisions.
As a kid, I NEVER listened, busy analyzing Christians
missin' Catechism classes as a way to dis religion.
It was hard to pay attention, started making rash decisions
such as sneaking out of class without the need to ask permission.
But decisions are decisions and you are what you are.
You think I'm smelling my piss because I feel like a star?
Are these Christians all the same but too ashamed to admit?
Turning they church into a circus, cause Osteen did it?
I don't get it, it's perplexing they expecting my cash
so they can flaunt their plasma screens in my face during mass.
The pastor has a Porsche when I can barely buy gas.
If this is being saved, well, I'm thinking I'll pass.
Alas, they call me Satan, they just haten', I'm a Prophet
who should start his own religion based on Wisdom Over Profit.
I fail to see the logic if I'm naughty or nice
when it's fine to sip some wine with the Body Of Christ.
So indeed, I've been on weed for more than part of my life,
and do for those in need. You'd think that ought to suffice.
But I'm sorry, no dice! They done tricked me on the teelee
I don't f*ck wit' Creflo Dollar, greedy n*ggaz love some TV
And it gives me heebie-jeebies, so I'd rather watch The Simpsons
than some over-rated caffer using Jesus for his pimpin'.
My girl can see the symptoms so she questions what I'm readin'.
And prays about it daily 'cause she fears that I'm a Heathen.
But I'll just keep believing there's a reason that I'm Jaded,
why Oh So Many things that I've been taught is fabricated.
Because nothing's Black and White like the keys on a 'piana'.
Trying not to drink the Kool-Aid like them sheep in French Guiana.
Can you hear me?

[homeyjay]

Just a lil sumn' sumn'.

Dear Lord I implore you to show me what my purpose is.
Let your words nourish portions of my brain's surfaces,
instead of being a misfit, who's 6th sense is nervousness,
who sits in church services when sick sh*t discourages.
I let the herb flourish as a quick fix my courage is
nurtured by the thought that none can usurp my worthiness.
I've been hurt by lip services, Christ they're so merciless
and life has no purpose despite, my assertiveness.
GOD, you know my ex said I'm too complex?
That I'm an X head and I'm stingy with sex?
And she expects more than a casual fling,
more of a gradual swing, towards a marital thing.
But it's...in my character to revel in these females.
It's like she doesn't see well, the Devil's in the details.
A player like I'm Sprewell, not saying that I earned it.
but girls remeber me like Rudy T remembers Kermit.
As a youngster Lord I learned it takes a man to deal with women.
Once the burn of being horny filled my nads I started sinnin'.
My heart in the beginnin' was only Art and no pretending,
in fact was worth defending when these cats were condescending.
God, I'm bending over backward just to act like I'm a Catholic.
All the friends I used to laugh wit' now are mad because I'm graphic,
And it's tragic, out of habit I done burned so many bridges.
Through the course of being grown, I done made some dumb decisions.
As a kid, I NEVER listened, busy analyzing Christians
missin' Catechism classes as a way to dis religion.
It was hard to pay attention, started making rash decisions
such as sneaking out of class without the need to ask permission.
But decisions are decisions and you are what you are.
You think I'm smelling my piss because I feel like a star?
Are these Christians all the same but too ashamed to admit?
Turning they church into a circus, cause Osteen did it?
I don't get it, it's perplexing they expecting my cash
so they can flaunt their plasma screens in my face during mass.
The pastor has a Porsche when I can barely buy gas.
If this is being saved, well, I'm thinking I'll pass.
Alas, they call me Satan, they just haten', I'm a Prophet
who should start his own religion based on Wisdom Over Profit.
I fail to see the logic if I'm naughty or nice
when it's fine to sip some wine with the Body Of Christ.
So indeed, I've been on weed for more than part of my life,
and do for those in need. You'd think that ought to suffice.
But I'm sorry, no dice! They done tricked me on the teelee
I don't f*ck wit' Creflo Dollar, greedy n*ggaz love some TV
And it gives me heebie-jeebies, so I'd rather watch The Simpsons
than some over-rated caffer using Jesus for his pimpin'.
My girl can see the symptoms so she questions what I'm readin'.
And prays about it daily 'cause she fears that I'm a Heathen.
But I'll just keep believing there's a reason that I'm Jaded,
why Oh So Many things that I've been taught is fabricated.
Because nothing's Black and White like the keys on a 'piana'.
Trying not to drink the Kool-Aid like them sheep in French Guiana.
Can you hear me?


AYO, when I first glanced at this piece I was like naw this is too long. Then I went back and actually read it and I'm glad that I did. This is a good piece and I like the style especially the word play. I think this is the first piece that I've read from you as I said it's a goodin' look forward to reading more in the future, felt.

[Mr Sonny Dickens]

AYO, when I first glanced at this piece I was like naw this is too long. Then I went back and actually read it and I'm glad that I did. This is a good piece and I like the style especially the word play. I think this is the first piece that I've read from you as I said it's a goodin' look forward to reading more in the future, felt.
I have more stuff, but I've been rappin' since I was 12 (I'm 34) so my stuff flows like a rap instead of poetry. That's a problem (I think) because cats in a cypher don't wanna really hear my subject matter and when I go to a poetry spot I feel like I'm rapping because poets sound like...well, poets. Ya dig?

[homeyjay]

I have more stuff, but I've been rappin' since I was 12 (I'm 34) so my stuff flows like a rap instead of poetry. That's a problem (I think) because cats in a cypher don't wanna really hear my subject matter and when I go to a poetry spot I feel like I'm rapping because poets sound like...well, poets. Ya dig?
Believe you me, I know the feelin' see I'm also into rap and I've been tryin' to do the poetry thing too, and where one would think that they're really the same, they are and then again they're different. But that's what unique about poetry you have all these different flavors if you will, all expressing their ideas. I think it's important for one to find their own style, therefore keeping it real and it will be felt and at least respected by those who style differs. I personally find than when I'm flowing I am at my best when it comes to creating a poem. So yeah, I can dig where you're comin' from on that tip.

[Mr Sonny Dickens]

Believe you me, I know the feelin' see I'm also into rap and I've been tryin' to do the poetry thing too, and where one would think that they're really the same, they are and then again they're different. But that's what unique about poetry you have all these different flavors if you will, all expressing their ideas. I think it's important for one to find their own style, therefore keeping it real and it will be felt and at least respected by those who style differs. I personally find than when I'm flowing I am at my best when it comes to creating a poem. So yeah, I can dig where you're comin' from on that tip.
Thanx man. It's cool to have somebody respect your stuff. I read, Gettin It Done, and I see you're on that introspective stuff too. I'm going to drop some more stuff for you to check out since it seems like we're on the same time. Good sh*t man.

[Vietnametry]

Just a lil sumn' sumn'.

Dear Lord I implore you to show me what my purpose is.
Let your words nourish portions of my brain's surfaces,
instead of being a misfit, who's 6th sense is nervousness,
who sits in church services when sick sh*t discourages.
I let the herb flourish as a quick fix my courage is
nurtured by the thought that none can usurp my worthiness.
I've been hurt by lip services, Christ they're so merciless
and life has no purpose despite, my assertiveness.
GOD, you know my ex said I'm too complex?
That I'm an X head and I'm stingy with sex?
And she expects more than a casual fling,
more of a gradual swing, towards a marital thing.
But it's...in my character to revel in these females.
It's like she doesn't see well, the Devil's in the details.
A player like I'm Sprewell, not saying that I earned it.
but girls remeber me like Rudy T remembers Kermit.
As a youngster Lord I learned it takes a man to deal with women.
Once the burn of being horny filled my nads I started sinnin'.
My heart in the beginnin' was only Art and no pretending,
in fact was worth defending when these cats were condescending.
God, I'm bending over backward just to act like I'm a Catholic.
All the friends I used to laugh wit' now are mad because I'm graphic,
And it's tragic, out of habit I done burned so many bridges.
Through the course of being grown, I done made some dumb decisions.
As a kid, I NEVER listened, busy analyzing Christians
missin' Catechism classes as a way to dis religion.
It was hard to pay attention, started making rash decisions
such as sneaking out of class without the need to ask permission.
But decisions are decisions and you are what you are.
You think I'm smelling my piss because I feel like a star?
Are these Christians all the same but too ashamed to admit?
Turning they church into a circus, cause Osteen did it?
I don't get it, it's perplexing they expecting my cash
so they can flaunt their plasma screens in my face during mass.
The pastor has a Porsche when I can barely buy gas.
If this is being saved, well, I'm thinking I'll pass.
Alas, they call me Satan, they just haten', I'm a Prophet
who should start his own religion based on Wisdom Over Profit.
I fail to see the logic if I'm naughty or nice
when it's fine to sip some wine with the Body Of Christ.
So indeed, I've been on weed for more than part of my life,
and do for those in need. You'd think that ought to suffice.
But I'm sorry, no dice! They done tricked me on the teelee
I don't f*ck wit' Creflo Dollar, greedy n*ggaz love some TV
And it gives me heebie-jeebies, so I'd rather watch The Simpsons
than some over-rated caffer using Jesus for his pimpin'.
My girl can see the symptoms so she questions what I'm readin'.
And prays about it daily 'cause she fears that I'm a Heathen.
But I'll just keep believing there's a reason that I'm Jaded,
why Oh So Many things that I've been taught is fabricated.
Because nothing's Black and White like the keys on a 'piana'.
Trying not to drink the Kool-Aid like them sheep in French Guiana.
Can you hear me?
This is one of the sickest poems I have ever read in my entire life. I don't congratulate people often and easily on their opera either, but yo- this is timeless...I can really relate to it and I thank you for writing it b/c it helped me through this weird, depressing mood that I was in...Excellent work...


My favorite lines:

The pastor has a Porsche when I can barely buy gas.
If this is being saved, well, I'm thinking I'll pass.

I've been hurt by lip services, Christ they're so merciless
and life has no purpose despite, my assertiveness.

Alas, they call me Satan, they just haten', I'm a Prophet
who should start his own religion based on Wisdom Over Profit.

[slave2aplaya]

Just a lil sumn' sumn'.

Dear Lord I implore you to show me what my purpose is.
Let your words nourish portions of my brain's surfaces,

I've been hurt by lip services, Christ they're so merciless
and life has no purpose despite, my assertiveness.
GOD, you know my ex said I'm too complex?
That I'm an X head and I'm stingy with sex?
And she expects more than a casual fling,
more of a gradual swing, towards a marital thing.

It was hard to pay attention, started making rash decisions
such as sneaking out of class without the need to ask permission.
But decisions are decisions and you are what you are.
You think I'm smelling my piss because I feel like a star?

I don't get it, it's perplexing they expecting my cash
so they can flaunt their plasma screens in my face during mass.
The pastor has a Porsche when I can barely buy gas.
If this is being saved, well, I'm thinking I'll pass.
Alas, they call me Satan, they just haten', I'm a Prophet
who should start his own religion based on Wisdom Over Profit.

My girl can see the symptoms so she questions what I'm readin'.
And prays about it daily 'cause she fears that I'm a Heathen.
But I'll just keep believing there's a reason that I'm Jaded,
why Oh So Many things that I've been taught is fabricated.
Because nothing's Black and White like the keys on a 'piana'.
Trying not to drink the Kool-Aid like them sheep in French Guiana.
Can you hear me?

Fave lines ^

Very, very big, it doesnt matter what genre ppl try to pigeonhole your work as, it is what it is and thats brilliant.
Keep it up and I'll keep reading.

[Mr Sonny Dickens]

Thanx y'all, I hate I missed these comments.

[sexydeltagirl]

Thanx y'all, I hate I missed these comments.


Hey don't be a stranger around these parts...Drop some more of your work....

[homeyjay]

Thanx man. It's cool to have somebody respect your stuff. I read, Gettin It Done, and I see you're on that introspective stuff too. I'm going to drop some more stuff for you to check out since it seems like we're on the same time. Good sh*t man.

Not that I'm callin' you out or nothin, but to quote my boy "you ain't put out a joint yet?"