When My Daddy Died

I will never forget that day it was a sad, sad day
When my daddy died oh it was a sad old time
When my daddy died my Mama cried
Oh my Mama cried I saw the tears flow from her eyes
Oh my Mama cried because my daddy died
No one saw the signs daddy was healthy
Then suddenly he just died oh my Mama cried

Mama… she was a strong old lady
She had her pride our education was her drive
None of her children would steal or go blind
She would whip our behinds
Go to school always be on time
She said son you must always be kind
Life is hard but you got to be gentle with a smile

We saw some rough times after my daddy died
I can still remember… oh my Mama cried
When my daddy died… sometimes not much to eat
There were growls of stomachs on the sheets
Oh it was a sad old time Mama almost went blind
The bills kept coming so Mama worked three jobs
So everything could be fine… it was a sad old time

Within the stress Mama showed her best
But the tolls had a final test now laying here in her pretty dress
Six years after my daddy died my Mama said goodbye
Now her son has become a man with wisdom he shall be strong
As I say my final goodbye I remember to give a gentle smile
She knows her children will do fine they’ll do nothing less
Mama was a woman of greatness she never worried about other’s silliness

When my daddy died my Mama cried
Together at last they’ll be fine.

©Ank J. SteadySpear Artist@Large http://www.iota.tv
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Reggae Vibes NL

There goes my baby walking down the line
There goes my baby looking so fine
She is a joy to see the one for me
Diana SteadySpear my beauty my dear
Sometimes we fight but still in loving care
Living in Holland with no family or friends to spare
Without compensation people want use us saying they’re fair

This one is a free style you want me go wild
This one is a free style it might blow your “mind”
All the chi-chi men get out the line
Your bus doesn’t stop with mine in Holland here is the time
It’s legal for men to marry other men that’s fine
If you don’t love women then get the hell out this line
Reggae music is about women and men to have a great time

The gay community fighting reggae vibes
They claiming injustice of gay pride
There are many new Europeans in a state of high
From the conscious reggae vibes
There is no compensation for the full-black kinds
Now many stealing the dancehall vibes
Where is the justice I asked the gay pride

Listening to the news you will only get their views
They bend together to stated which lyrics is rude
Now a days chi-chi men have spies in the dancehall crews
I know some DJ a kiss men I saw them in view
Hugging and squeezing even some ras in a chic-chic men crew
They don’t like when me spread them news
Reggae music control by illiterate fools

You know who the reggae vibes in NL this is nothing new
If you go Jamaica man and man will dust you with them tool


©Ank SteadySpear Artist@Large http://www.iota.tv

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Underground Cat

It’s the underground cat I don’t give a ****
I’ll tell all of you to come and suck my nuts
Coming to pat me on the back would you look at that?
It’s the underground cat all you all must go and **** you self
When I was poor none you all came knocking at my door
Now some money you see on the floor so you ready for friendship like a whore
It’s the underground cat I don’t give a **** if you test you’ll get pluck

I don’t give a **** of who is on shine
Struggling to get by writing my rhymes improving my styles
Don’t you know Mother ****ers trying to steal my time?
These ****ing blinds thinking I am an idiot so they continue in their lies
It’s the underground cat the one many trying to hold back
In the moment of relax a ninja on attack so watch your ****ing back
Cutting the ropes releasing from your dope my wife and child give me hope

It the underground cat I am tired of bull**** floats
These ****ing goats so I am doing it my way no ****ing joke
Get the **** out of here and go suck on some unnatural air
Fake ass smiles coming to me like they really care
The beating of my heart for my wife & daughter I got right here
I don’t give a **** about you my dear
My wife got beauty more than you can spare

Opening your legs you thinking I want to go there
It’s my money you want saying you care
Of how you would love me better than my sweet dear
Get the **** out of here my Woman is my Queen
I bow not to no other in between she the one for me
Chi-chi men don’t come next to me fire bun fi real
It like enjoying a meal seeing it disappear from the scene

It’s the underground cat if you touch me you going to pay for that
One way or another time will see to that if I am not in your face before that
It’s the underground cat

©Ank J. SteadySpear Artist@Large http://www.iota.tv
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Father ****ers

I ain’t got time for you I will tell you this is true
Running up on me like we in the same crew
You need to learn to speak too I don’t need the weather from you
Mother ****er I will not say to you this is an honour not fitting for you
I ain’t got time for you father ****er this is what I will say to you
You and your ****** ass crew trying to figure out what I can do

Hip hop, reggae many fools want me to do
Yet no contracts came in view my wife & daughter must feel blue
When I talk about payment many want to screw
Without a condom it’s rough I know it’s true
****** is a word I will not say to you
Your intelligent is one that doesn’t stimulate my view
After sharing wisdom to you… you still acting like a fool

Father ****er that’s you and your silly ass crew
There are many with no visions so they steal what’s new
They don’t like talented egos telling them what to do
Be silent and take their **** without being rude
Father ****ers Ignorant bastards thinking I am that fool
Checking my resume you will see a genius in view
The knowledge I’ll spew to you, you can’t buy it in the schools

Everytime I speak to you… you will learn something new
In trying to educate some fools they turn & bite the hand with the food
In starvation of creative muse there is no other way for these mules
With a smiling mood I nurse the wound and push on through
Tomorrow another day my wife and daughter bring my positive mood
In dark room trying to find my way father ****ers want me to stray
I will not fight about money that’s not my way

You’re one will lose if you try & hurt me I will stay away from you fools
I ain’t got time for you father ****ers this is what I will say to you and you
You… you… you…and you

©Ank J. SteadySpear Artist@Large http://www.iota.tv
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Police Brutality

It’s not a fantasy it’s very much a reality
Be afraid… be very afraid of police brutality
In every era of humanity these demons harm many innocents of society
For the wealthy in prosperity they protect and serve
From stone to gun they are following immoral codes of hired mercenaries
Everywhere under the sun there is no hiding no where to run
In human daughters and sons there is great power in union as well as their guns

As a little boy I felt police brutality, I saw one shot a man down
Then told me to run, my father in financial difficulties extended his brutality
A police stabbed me with a gun, whipped me with a cane then lied about it the next day
For hissing his teeth a sixteen-year old boy never got up off the street
Brooklyn New York I saw the body of a friend 21 shots most in the back police did that
When a police say you must I give no second chance to trust?
In court I will contest the law to show you have gone too far

Police brutality and evil doctors of humanity insured by cooperating fatality
The companies of crazed mentality causing great pain and suffering
My internal is crying I am slowly dying my screams have been muted
The constitutions of men’s laws are polluted so my anguish is fluted
One day justice will be my token I hope my back will not be broken
Standing firm is hard especially with blows to head, ribs and feet
Doctors care not to treat while the insurance companies cleaning their teeth

A crooked cop not checking the facts, the statement of witness on the spot
Who do I seek payment for their attacks and breach of contracts
My health is deteriorating I am having many spasms & stiffness of the side
I no longer can sit comfortable in relax or walk without breath of gaps
I am so poor I ponder if the next time I will get up from the floor
The pains are sharp when they attack it’s like a knife in my side and back
I know I will not live too long for my wife and daughter I will be strong
Deep breathing to redirect the pains controlling the flowing of blood through my veins

Holland’s police brutality my wife and I experienced in the Netherlands this reality
On the third day of the eleventh month, year two thousand & one
I was happy he did not shoot me where I stand because I am a full-black man.

©Ank J. SteadySpear Artist@Large Poetic MC, The Scribe, http://www.iota.tv