No Regrets

Ya'qub —

I just wanted to share some song lyrics I like.


No Regrets

by Aesop Rock


Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes

City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets

Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street

The many faces of the various locals that she would meet

There was joshua, age 10

Bully of the block

Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop

There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle

She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo

parlor

And she drew

Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds

And she drew

Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns

Always said hello to passers-by

They'd ask her why she passed her time

Attachin lines to concrete

But she would only smile

Now all the other children living in or near her building

Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants

They would say

"Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"

Lucy would pause, look, grin and say

"I'm busy, thank you much"

Well, well, one year passed

And believe it or not

She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,

And she stopped-

"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"

She said:

"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away


You can dream a little dream

Or you can live a little dream

I'd rather live it

Cuz dreamers always chase

But never get it


Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat

Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in

She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip

Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks

And she drew

Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch

And she drew

The mailman, delivered everyday at 4

Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day

But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way

She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit

They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose

They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too

So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew

(Look!)

Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door

Just one of the neighbors,

Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, they would

Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"

Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"

And they would make a weird face the second the door shut

And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was

And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care

Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street

She'd paint another masterpiece


You can dream a little dream

Or you can live a little dream

I'd rather live it

Cuz dreamers always chase

But never get it


Lucy was 87, upon her death bed

At the senior home, where she had previously checked in

Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest

Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen

And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn

Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on

Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall

And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all

Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back

So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin

She'd never spoken once about the spanning of her life

Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside

And she said:

"Look, I've never had a dream in my life

Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued

I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done

So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"

Well!

The nurse jumped back,

She'd never heard Lucy even talk,

'Specially words like that

She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind

Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures

And she died.


You can dream a little dream

Or you can live a little dream

I'd rather live it

Cuz dreamers always chase

But never get it


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Funzo — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 - 22:42

[quote=Ya'qub]I just wanted to share some song lyrics I like.


No Regrets

by Aesop Rock


Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes

City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets

Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street

The many faces of the various locals that she would meet

There was joshua, age 10

Bully of the block

Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop

There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle

She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo

parlor

And she drew

Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds

And she drew

Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns

Always said hello to passers-by

They'd ask her why she passed her time

Attachin lines to concrete

But she would only smile

Now all the other children living in or near her building

Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants

They would say

"Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"

Lucy would pause, look, grin and say

"I'm busy, thank you much"

Well, well, one year passed

And believe it or not

She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,

And she stopped-

"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"

She said:

"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away


You can dream a little dream

Or you can live a little dream

I'd rather live it

Cuz dreamers always chase

But never get it


Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat

Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in

She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip

Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks

And she drew

Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch

And she drew

The mailman, delivered everyday at 4

Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day

But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way

She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit

They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose

They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too

So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew

(Look!)

Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door

Just one of the neighbors,

Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, they would

Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"

Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"

And they would make a weird face the second the door shut

And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was

And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care

Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street

She'd paint another masterpiece


You can dream a little dream

Or you can live a little dream

I'd rather live it

Cuz dreamers always chase

But never get it


Lucy was 87, upon her death bed

At the senior home, where she had previously checked in

Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest

Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen

And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn

Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on

Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall

And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all

Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back

So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin

She'd never spoken once about the spanning of her life

Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside

And she said:

"Look, I've never had a dream in my life

Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued

I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done

So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"

Well!

The nurse jumped back,

She'd never heard Lucy even talk,

'Specially words like that

She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind

Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures

And she died.


You can dream a little dream

Or you can live a little dream

I'd rather live it

Cuz dreamers always chase

But never get it

[/quote]

i dont like rap


Ya'qub — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 - 22:49

[quote=Funzo]

i dont like rap[/quote]


Rap is just poetry with a beat. What's wrong with that? If you had said you didn't like gangsta rap I would have agreed with you, but this song is cleary not gangsta rap.


Funzo — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 - 22:52

[quote=Ya'qub][quote=Funzo]

i dont like rap[/quote]


Rap is just poetry with a beat. What's wrong with that? If you had said you didn't like gangsta rap I would have agreed with you, but this song is cleary not gangsta rap.[/quote]

well i wouldnt say i dont like rap some rap is good but generally speaking i dont listen to it.


Ya'qub — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 - 22:54

[quote=Funzo]

well i wouldnt say i dont like rap some rap is good but generally speaking i dont listen to it.[/quote]


That's a great story. Have a cookie.


Funzo — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 - 22:56

[quote=Ya'qub][quote=Funzo]

well i wouldnt say i dont like rap some rap is good but generally speaking i dont listen to it.[/quote]


That's a great story. Have a cookie.[/quote]

why dont you buss a capp in my ass?


Ya'qub — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 - 22:59

[quote=Funzo]

why dont you buss a capp in my ass?[/quote]


Because I love you!


Funzo — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 - 23:02

[quote=Ya'qub][quote=Funzo]

why dont you buss a capp in my ass?[/quote]


Because I love you![/quote]

I love you too man! tear rolls down face.


Ya'qub — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 - 00:26

Here's another one I love, and can really relate to:


When We Were Friends

by Cee-Lo


When we were friends, the days would begin and end,

We went from boys to men, were boys 'til then,

We knew each other real, we knew each other rules,

And we wore each other's clothes and each other's shoes,

But in an instant, the days become distant,

Your path doesn't go in the same direction his went,

And can't help but be scared,

Of the virtually unknown up ahead,

But I'll be fine,

Whether it is favor or failure, it must be mine,

Well he can stand still, if that's how that man feel,

Cuz whatever can't can't, and whatever can will,

So I'm walking towards my future with my back to it,

Hoping you look up and see me as a reason to do it,

That you get grown is a given,

You damn near gotta do the same thing for a living,


He's my cousin I love him like a son cause I was him,

And he thinks his thuggin' pleases me but it doesn't,

How could I applaud it when I had caused it,

But if it's God's plan for him, I guess I ain't caused it,

for what I gave him - wasn't so bad I couldn't save him,

Either they'll enslave him or a gun'll grave him,

I still believe in him but he think I'm leaving him,

When I'm busy he thinks I'm bob-n-weaving him,

I probably sound like his daddy,

But over the phone, cause I ain't around - like his daddy,

When we talk I wanna hear you be productive,

Conversate for hours about something constructive,

But it never comes up,

With all them guys round your neck you ain't gon' never come up,

Maybe I'm jealous cause you love them more,

Can't understand what you love them for,

Don't get me wrong you know I love them too,

But you know who I always hold above them: you,

And it ain't nobody business,

I'll just make believe that music can miraculously mend this

So I'll be a sound

And then you do your thing to it and we mix it down

And make a song my brother, cause even when I'm away I'll always be around


Ya'qub — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 - 00:26

Making Progress

by Blackalicious


As I embark on life's journey from the point where I'm at

Peace to everybody strivin to live right and exact

Even though anxieties try to pull you down

See your troubles as a blessin and you're homeward bound

Everybody gotta struggle, that's the way of the world

Can't develop biceps if you don't do curls

Can't achieve a a garden if you never water your crops

If you never paid your dues, then you don't get props

Couldn't eat a proper meal without cookin it first

Can't receive a paycheck if you don't do work

If it wasn't for the rain, then the trees won't grow

When the spring came around, what a sight to bestow

When you face adversities, dark clouds won't last

If you never study, how do you expect to pass?

The grasshopper laid around while the ants did chores

When the winter came around, he was left outdoors

See the cycle keeps moving like a big machine

Evolution of the mind, soul body and being

God'll never put upon you more than you can take

Sometimes you even gotta learn from OTHER people's mistakes

So head on people got to meet the task

Educate, keep learnin, gotta question, ask!

And let your light keep shinin and remember the past

By any means necessary, we'll be free at last


Ya'qub — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 - 00:29

First in Flight

by Blackalicious


Cause all we got is rhythm and time

We go beyond the edge of the sky


FREE! Like a bird out in the wind in the night

Like a 747 to LA that's in flight

FREE! Like a garden flourishing in the wind

Like a student about to do it when he's graduatin'

FREE! From any of the energy perception

Can never be defined create the definition within

FREE! Just lovin' life itself and never pretend to be

Anything other than the man I was meant to be

Travel through time and get a glimpse of the centuries

To come a better day is promised, remember?

FREE! Like my nephew in a few months about to be out the penitentiary

Meditation, meditation, meditation, meditation, meditation, meditation, meditation, meditation, meditation,


Cause all we got is rhythm and time

We go beyond the edge of the sky


UH! I never hesitate about a reluctant mind

Just put the peddle to the metal see what ya find

You back there slouchin over won't you pick up your spine?

Let's make it really really happen live up this time

Cause you can choose to say "Good morning God" or "Good God, morning"

With black clouds storming

I walk without umbrellas into these woods

Don't need em cause the mighty trees will shelter me good

I'm eating berries from the bushes of the heavenly good

From the steaks the power came to us whenever we stood

Reverberatin out we're reachin each and every hood

Whenver we could the spiritual anatomy fool

But never take the credit for it B cause that'd be rude

It's just the way in life we searchin for that had to be new

You gotta work it though cause everyday ain't Saturday fool

Evolve into a better life and be happy with you and me


Cause all we got is rhythm and time

We go beyond the edge of the sky