Since Rap is Rhythm And Poetry...Do you have any favorite poems?

Question

Here's mine...I enjoy reading a lot of Pac's poetry

In the event of my Demise

when my heart can beat no more

I Hope I Die For A Principle

or A Belief that I had Lived 4

I will die Before My Time

Because I feel the shadow's Depth

so much I wanted 2 accomplish

before I reached my Death

I have come 2 grips with the possibility

and wiped the last tear from My eyes

I Loved All who were Positive

In the event of my Demise

Answer 1

"Every Sunday waking up, Catching gossip at its worst.

Couldn't see the difference between the Baptist and The Catholic Church.

Caught up in the Rapture of the 1st chapter and the 2nd verse.

If we all God's Children whats the word of the Reverend worth?

Taught early that Faith is blind like Justice when you facing time,

If we all made in God's image does that mean his face is mine?

Wait...Or does that blasphemy is logical, it has to be,

If i don't look like my father then the way i live is bastardly?

Naturally that's confusion to the young that trying to follow Christ,

Taught that if you don't know Jesus than you lead a hollow life.

Never question the fact that Jesus was a Jew and not a Christian

Know that, Christianity was made law by politicians and Who was King James?

And why did he think that it was so vital to remove chapters and make his own version of the Bible?

They say h**l is underground, Heaven is in the Sky, They say thats where u go when u die, but how they know?

I've been to many churches, I've quoted many verses, I've dealt with base self, I control my many urges.

I used to study my lessons, that was a blessing and not a curse, i found out that heaven and h**l exists here on Earth, word

Study with rastafarians found out from the dreads that h**l was called the Babylon and thats where a crazy ballheads dwell

They got us thinking that Muslims like to make bombs, but real Muslims believe in Paradise and resist the Shai'tan.

So, it all sound the same to me, but when they say whats right and the other's wrong sound like game to me,

Its like God skipped past the church and came to me,

No that ain't vain to me.

Its just a particular way that i came to see the difference between those who claim to be religious and those they say they spiritual

And recognize that life full of miracles

You could see the flow of divine

I glow when i rhyme

Cause it coincides with the growing tide of those looking for God and know to go inside

Looking for absolution,

Living the mass confusion,

The gas inducing psychopath creating the last solution, based on his interpretation, of what the words are saying

Looking for God but ending up doing the work of Satan

Religion create division make the Muslim hate the Christian make the Christian hate the Jew

Make the rules of faith that you condition to

And gotta follow, God Forbid, You go to h**l

But you've been to and ghetto than you know well."

-Talib Kweli

Answer 2

Not really I have a poet that hangs around my area alot. He's the only one I like he can be funny or really deep it matters on how he feels dudes pretty cool.

Answer 3

yeah me too i read 2pac's poems and are really inspiring

I Cry by Tupac

Sometimes when I'm alone

I Cry,

Cause I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter and warm.

They flow with life but take no form

I Cry because my heart is torn.

I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,

I would cry among my treasured friend,

but who do you know that stops that long,

to help another carry on.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.

Then to stop and see what makes one cry,

so painful and sad.

And sometimes...

I Cry

and no one cares about why.

Answer 4

only some rap is poetry.

other rap is just blabble about s*x and drugs.

Answer 5

Any Langston Hughes or Edgar Allen Poe....

Answer 6

really I never thought of Rap as Rhythm and Poetry, I thought it was ignorance and bad language

Answer 7

An African Elegy



We are the miracles that God made

To taste the bitter fruit of Time.

We are precious.

And one day our suffering

Will turn into the wonders of the earth.



There are things that burn me now

Which turn golden when I am happy.

Do you see the mystery of our pain?

That we bear the poverty

And are able to sing and dream sweet things.



And that we never curse the air when it is warm

Or the fruit when it tastes so good

Or the lights that bounce gently on the waters?

We bless the things even in our pain.

We bless them in silence.



That is why our music is so sweet.

It makes the air remember.

There are secret miracles at work

That only Time will bring forth.

I too have heard the dead singing.



And they tell me that

This life is good

They tell me to live it gently

With fire, and always with hope.

There is wonder here



And there is surprise

In everything the unseen moves.

The ocean is full of songs.

The sky is not an enemy.

Destiny is our friend.



~ Ben Okri ~

Answer 8

IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!  

Answer 9

I like Daniel Beaty

Answer 10

yeah i like cold plays poetic lyrics the song FIX YOU......and anything tupac

Answer 11

NOT really. I dont really read poems

Answer 12

Yes I love Poetry =] I love Tupacs as well ^^ I also write my own lol =]

These are a few of my faves by him

The Rose that Grew from Concrete

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Did you hear about the rose that grew

from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it

learned to walk with out having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,

it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else ever cared.

I Cry

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Sometimes when I'm alone

I Cry,

Cause I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter and warm.

They flow with life but take no form

I Cry because my heart is torn.

I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,

I would cry among my treasured friend,

but who do you know that stops that long,

to help another carry on.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.

Then to stop and see what makes one cry,

so painful and sad.

And sometimes...

I Cry

and no one cares about why.  

Answer 13

ugh o beby is that be dedicated to me ugh yes beby i do i will get marred with you ughhh you is very dum thow and at are wedding we is goina get soljia boy to sing but he gonna be getin mad cuz we is lovers and i told him that we was goina get marred but if you wanna get mareed then we can ugh

Answer 14

i feel ya i went out and got tupacs book as soon as i heard about it my favorite is the flower that grew in concrete

Answer 15

Edgar allan poe hes the best