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The general, socio-political and very personal rantings and ravings of a hip hop head from the hood hustling for change... Of himself.

You all know me and are aware that I am unable to remain silent. At times to be silent is to lie. For silence can be interpreted as acquiescence.
—Miguel de Unamuno


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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Breathing Your Air, A Slice Of Pie and A Jalapeño

I hate you for doing this to me.

I can't breathe without you all up in my face
expelling oxygen you've used cause' mine
doesn't seem so fresh

Every time I close my eyes to rejuvenate and rest
you're right up under my eyelids
causing me to toss and turn
reaching to grasp
the escaping thought that is you

It's cool because my arm is draped around you
securing your skin against mine
in the middle of the night keeping me warm

And I get that repeated chance to press up against your booty

For breakfast I need you
to scramble my eggs

For lunch I'm always late
coming back from coming back...

For dinner it's always a thigh or a leg
maybe I'll get lucky and get a spicy combo meal
with a breast tonight

and a jalapeño

and some mashed potatoes

and some dirty rice.

You know I likes the dirty rice

For desert, I must always have your pie
At times I just want to dive right in face first
just plowing and wading through
with my tongue and lips swallowing you whole

It ain’t right to feast without having you dripping from my chin

It's like I'm addicted and I'm not sure
if I foresee a cure

What happens if I wane myself of you?

Will I be able to function properly?
How can I get dressed?
I mean, who will I get dressed for?

What will I eat?

How will I breathe?

Will I ever be able to enjoy desert the same way again?

Yeah, face first... I know, I know

Don't make me answer those questions
just shut up and let me hate you

Right after I get done with this meal

And take my nap

And breathe

Then I'll hate you for doing this to me
I'll just need one more slice of pie.

Can I eat some of your pie?

copyright 2006 Hassan Ntimbanjayo



16 comments:

Ming Houser, Realtor said...

Well, hell! If someone was to write about my pie that way He would deserve another piece...

Anonymous said...

You know what I think about your writing right? You know what I think about you right?

You took my damn breath away with this part right here:
"Will I be able to function properly?
How can I get dressed?
I mean, who will I get dressed for?"


whew. You read that to somebody and you won't have to ask for a piece of nothing. It'll just fall right into your lap.

Nika Laqui said...

Well then....

This brought many memories...
Many feelings...
Reminded me of my dream last night, about my child's father...

I don't have to tell you this was great, better than great...

I can't explain, but you know what it is...

The Brown Blogger said...

I'm keeping all further pie refrences to myself from this point on...

Sike!!!

T. S. Snowden said...

Damn...

Bliss said...

Grace and Peace

I have a boi up in Atlanta, who says..."thats that piece", when he is done spitting.

Grace and Peace
Bliss

Ms_SoCal said...

Yes ... ohh yes!!

NegroPino™ said...

I was gonna say somehting smart but ill keep my fresh comments to myself :)

The Stiltwalker said...
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The Stiltwalker said...

I sense a hidden meaning to all this...

nikki said...

damn, i'm soooo hungry for pie and some potato chips. LOL

Leepak Hope-ra said...

**Snaps** More pie please!!

SynSational said...

It's like I'm addicted and I'm not sure if I foresee a cure.


Daaaayyyuuum. **sigh**

So...Wise...Sista said...

Well damn!
Fiyah!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lyrically speaking said...

awwwwwwwwwwww man, this was hotttttt!! Bravo!! Do you have a book out? You should, for real.

Anonymous said...

I really enjoyed this. Pie, indeed. :)