Relax! Imma 'bout to Put you Up on Game

cuz this rap shit right here'll be my claim to fame

many years havve passed, but im still the same

goofy little nigga, mixed with an ounce of lame

i pop it off, im out here trying to make a name

gettin puplicity, still trying to find a dame

my flow is so incoherent

and while its so aparent

yes i had to point it out, go tell your parent=P

i know ur like "shit, eddie back at it again"

and some are like "he was doin this? what? since when?"

im a poetic blogger playing frogger on the keyboard

gettin money, eatin more honey than i can afford

my flows are all melodic

my thinking is so methodic

and the messages that i spread accross the place are all symbolic

but now the flow is getting weaker, my future: getting bleaker

so this is where i break it off, this is when i start to stop

that was kinda sorta just a little oxymoronic

gimme a couple years, and ill be sorta iconic

imma be the nigga kids look up to

not because im tall, but cuz of all the good stuff that i do

i was put on this earth, to prove my worth

my mindset is both a blessing and a curse

but ive seen worse..

so its no sense complaining

keep your head up, reach for the sky, even when its raining

and then wave ur hands in the air

push em up like ya just dont care

and i can guarantee that every one that can see, will take the time to stop and stare.

speaking of stopping. shouldnt i be dropping

this whack fake-ass- b-boy shit?

look at this kid, with his kicks and his lids actin like he can spit

i can, cuz im a menace, straight outta venice(maybe not..)

ok, so more like a kid trapped at home

on his way to rome..

no, shhhhhhhh! im in the zone

yeah, so now this stuff gettin stupid..

here's when i say "oh yeah? then prove it"

then you say "its all over now"

I'm stayin' up, its a late night. You think everything would be great, right? Blaze all day and get all high, this coming from a kid who hates heights. But its a late night, and nothing better to execute.. You say im an insomniac, wait hold up doc, i need proof.. Late night, a different sort of paradox... build your anticipation up like building blocks... Stayin up now, its so enigmatic.. But the lack of sleep is problematic.. eyes bloodshot and my lids get heavy. everyone's asleep: im filled with envy... but i cant sleep its a late night... i thought it would be a great sight.. look out the window, stare up at the moon..doing this all from the comfort of my room... then i hear a kinda mistic lulaby... the sleep shoots in from the corner of my eye...the close for a minute then open for another two... sleep catches on, so whats a guy to do? So i lay my head on my pillow, where i can be myself....then i look out my window...its all in good health.. man im asleep now, and i dont even know how....even though i thought late night would be really great, right...

--very uninspired, and crappy....

---why'd i write it?

-easy. cuz i can=P

Born in Jersey City, and i keep my hometown with me

but its just a distant memory, a song without a melody

two years of my living spent in the city of  no  forgiving:

shoot a kid in his head and fill his thoughts with lead

luckily i was never a victim of the streets

knew it was a losing battle, so i chose not to compete

but at the age of two, there aint much that you can do

cant speak a lick of english, and you aint got a crew....

but still, its my birth place, and with amazing grace

it sets off a heart-felt melody that can save a wretch like me

Jersey City where im Born At, but i cant remember that...

but its still a part of my peice-of-mind, and i never leave it behind

to know where you wanna go, ya gotta know where you came from

two years in the city: i know that, i aint dumb..

so i rep the Jersey-Jersey, got the initials on my fitted

if i raise the city, i in return get lifted

man i feel so gifted, soul of a poet, intrests shifted

i moved far out the city, but like i said: i keep it with me

Jersey City, yeah you know, the city where i was conceived

people hear how i talk and they never woulda beleived

had i not shown em all my proper documentation

thought that some one dropped me off at the wrong train station

Every time i hit my city i always bring a stack

nigga's say that jersey lost it so imma bring it back

but, yeah, im from the jersey; the girlies show me love

the whole city seems to bounce as soon as i hit the club

and when i need the hyphy i take it to the bay

trenton to jersy city, i do it everyday

the people there the love me, they say that im on fire

they like the way i look, man they love my attire

when cat's try to beef w/ me, they say dont even try

thay ask why im so fly, and simply i reply:

cuz im from the Jersey City...

------haha..yeah, so the last part i kinda ripped from MIMS

---who's gonna notice?

i always pictured me and her together

but lately its all seemed like a lie

thought we could be down through worse or better

but i got stabbed, and as i begin to die.....

i think of all the shit ive been through

and say "this is nothing...."

and the rage subsides, but out of the blue

i imagine me and her touching....

my feelings grow deeper

i cant hold it back

hold my hand out to reach her

but her hand slowly detracts..

Just when i thought i had it all,

thought i could have her in my arms,

is when i begin to slip and fall..

guess to get love i need more than charms..

but for now, just the thought of you,

your smile, all the while filling my mind,

keeps me staying faithful and true

Keeps me searching till i find..

true love

im just another poet with empty rhymes

too much time, and shitty pick-up lines

but its the rhythm that consoles me

holds and remolds me

into a better man than i ever can understand

but the flow has no meaning, just an empty shell

feels like im dreaming, in the pits of hell

my style is so bizzare, and my goal is so far

but to be the best, you gotta put yourself to the test

be better than the rest, shoo away all the pests

AAAAAAAAAAAARRGHGHHHH~! writers block agaiin...

going to sleep.. too much in my mind right now..