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Who He Really Was… (Sincere)

6 foot, 2 inches/ long reach/
 
Orthodox or southpaw with his speech/
 
The type to lay silent and make noise/
 
The type to get challenged and stay poised/
 
A fighter/ a graffiti writer/
 
Similar to me he was an outsider/
 
Not afraid to scrap/ but afraid to fail/
 
Full of conflict/ trying to prevail/
 
From the fight inside he was having with his self/
 
Walked the opposite way of everybody else/
 
Cats that popped shit would leave him amused/
 
Cats that talked dumb would leave him confused/
 
Like Negro, how could you not know?/
 
Many thought that he had a huge ego/
 
Arrogant was his demeanor but not his core/
 
He was the cat that told me I should rap more/
 
A man of few words/ and not a lot of patients/
 
But would seek out wisdom in conversation/
 
Clever with his thoughts/ and bold with his words/
 
He’d say what we would of said if we had the nerve/
 
He knew the streets well/ but not well enough/
 
He wasn’t the type that tried to act tough/
 
Just a real dude that may come across cavalier/
 
So much so he called himself Sincere/
 
Born in December of 77
 
September of 13/ he went to 
Heaven/
 
We were at peace before his eyes closed/
 
That’s why I’m here to let you all know/
 
Who he really was/
 
Who he really is/
 
How he made his moves/
 
And how he lived/
 
Some of y’all thought right train wrong tracks/
 
And if you thought that you’re not looking at the facts/
 
The fact is my brother was keeping it raw/
 
And his tolerance for bull was lower than ours/
 
So if you didn’t know/ well now you know/
 
I’ll see you when it’s my turn little bro/
 
For all you other cats that miss Sincere/
 
Give you loved one flowers while they’re still here/
 
This way they are still alive to smell them/
 
Let them know how much you love while you can tell them/
 
 
 
   
Bleu…
 
 
Welcome to the Track #9 lyrics of the “A Moment of Clarity” project… I have 2 cuts in his honor and I even have my Mother on the track… That’s right… Mom has contributed a verse. I am not going to Blog-Out every track… But I had to share this part of the project for obvious reasons…
 
Headed to the Blue Room Studios in D.C. to record next weekend*
out…
 
 
 

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author/novelist/poet also known as Graffiti Bleu, loves and lives in northern California. He was born in New York City and received some serious game and [learn more]

4 Responses

  1. Amazing, heartfelt poem. You were able to capture the essence of who your brother was in a well constructed poetic flow. I feel like I know he really is now. I know your family appreciates this. Job well done Lamont.

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