Uncool-E's Blog

What Happened

uncoole — Wed, 04 May 2011 01:26:40 +0000

Whatever happened to words like” we are one “
I guess we couldn’t live up to it
Like a fatherless son your words hold no weight they fall from gravity on deaf ears
As I think I ain’t seen u in years
u speak ( and ) I spell
You don’t understand me I can tell
Here read this then tell me how or what u feel
Whatever happened to each one teach one
What ? Did we get tired of teachin each other with a gun
I thought from the way it looked to me we was havin fun
Underachieving killin and stealin
Like life in the pen was more appealin
Crack plus guns don’t equal more money and fun it only equals u away from ur family
This Real has relativity when you can’t see your relatives because you’re in the penitentiary
But I know struggle and trouble go hand in hand if youre a black man
Better yet not black man nigga man
Wether this is true for u or not it’s what I see and what i got

Untitled For Now

uncoole — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 14:55:08 +0000

Couldn’t keep or get a nine to five
So turned to a life some say is crime so I wouldn’t have to shop only at the five and dime
Now u shine
Ain’t hurtin nobody so there’s no crime I’m better than fine
Shit this is the way I want it to always be
But the pen is lurking like a heart attack
I need symbalta like They need crack
Blacks fall to the fate of wanting and chasing great while weaving there way through Lifes hate
On top of that being born black is it’s own bullseye on ur back
Shit
I need bills I don’t wanna sleep in the fields or in the woods
Can u feel where I’m at
Mac tonight babies made babies many are doin forever and a day some pushin daisey and some have gone half crazy maybe
What a life u made for that baby
Maybe home bound is where u should have been not in the field peddelin to get a meal
Now posted in the pen doin five to ten on ice u got three hots and a cot wit old homies from the block who fell victim to the system and didn’t learn (just) like u
When ur a little older and the effects of the drugs have worn off over the years u wake up and ask urself what the fuck am I doin here
U didn’t ask me
But I’d say
Protecting ur hard cause that’s what got u that far
I see things differently now that Ive survived that phase of (my) life
There’s no way HARD can live forever or free
Please listen to me
I grew up in the era of pac and dre i lived like fuck the police like everyday I’ve busted caps in the streets
I’ve hustled in the streets
I’ve even been to the penitentiary
Now I’m 40 almost old and that’s gold to me
Free able to kiss my baby goodnight hug and hold her tight
We don’t need a correctional institution to correct or teach us Lifes unfair
We just need to care
Start there
It ain’t hard or soft it’s just LIFE
Alright
Be cool
I’ll get at u

Talkin Shit

uncoole — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 14:10:54 +0000

Niggas that ain’t got shit always try to take from a muthafuca gettin it
I’m tryin to get my Starbucks up that’s why I stay on my grind money on my mind
I don’t mind though cause it’s all about my dough
Y’all niggas are automatic drip
I’m espresso blend and I go by E B not G or Dog
I’m better than all of that
Because that’s not real
I’m not better than every or anybody
I’m just me and I see
I’m just stating the difference between u and me
I am who I am
I rep (resent) the black and that’s me
U can take it how u want
U can take it to the bank and cash it
What I am is a man that handles his biz and stands on his own two feet
Let’s see let me ask u Homie
When was the last time I asked u for anything
Never
Never have and never will
If I ever would I’d be on a island standin all alone and without
U don’t owe me
Nor I you
And that’s the way to keep it to
U get time
I guess to think
I’m gettin money and honey
So U tell me
Who’s the dummy
That’s why u can’t stand the E
That’s why we’re gonna give each other 50
Now that’s a hundred between me and u
Now u got enough room for ur fake cool wit pretend fly riding around in ur police car on borrowed time peddling to survive
If that’s what cool is it’s too cool for me
No more penitentiary livin I’ve been givin another chance
At success
At life
By me
Emotional scars hurt but don’t hold me back
Yeah Im feelin that
Physical pain fades away or heals
Like being mentally unstable and taking a pill
Like why was we arguing anyway
Oh yeah
Because we both Black ain’t got shit
ain’t never had shit
cant see how we ever gonna be shit and all we’ve ever gotten is shit and we pissed off and tired of it
Ain’t that a bitch
And Some may still say
This niggas talkin shit
But I know I’m not the only one who feels this way
Hey
U have a good day
I’m out

Im Not The Only One

uncoole — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:32:59 +0000

I care about her like she’s the red cross No gang
affiliation Just a chip getter across this nation Like my ancestors
who worked the plantations slavin One life to give I guess you can
say I already gave then Blood sweat and tears over these fucked up
years Y’all don’t hear what I’m sayin It’s the same as the last
brotha or sista Who got chased Who got raped Who felt caged Who got
shot unjustified by a cop Or chased off their block Beat up by life
Beat down by groups of others sometimes it’s brothers hurtin
brothers What the fuck did my parents move here for It must have
been a lot better before Well Hell Yet and still we scream and yell
and no one comes to our rescue I guess we gotta help each other I
wonder if thats something we can even do Wake up and listen and
quit acceptin and livin life by image Individuality is strange like
the bitches brew Take a sip Look deep inside and find YOU!

Simply E

uncoole — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 06:19:21 +0000

I like to keep it simple plus fly
I dont know y
I guess I’m just that type of guy
Simple plus fly yes is exactly me to a tee
That’s y I call myself simply E
Yea that’s me thats who I be simply E
The catch 22 is what does that have to with u
Me E I have no clue
Am I suppose to
Naw I’m E that’s up to u
Me I make it do what it do
I make
U let
Operating like that no wonder u don’t kno what comes next or what to expect because u let
I’m a shake u like a fall leaf and I’m the tree of life don’t fall continue to grow
After all what is that all about
Me just being cool wit me
Simply E

Theory or Reality

uncoole — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 06:17:59 +0000

I don’t kno who I am walkin and talkin in image
what I gotta do get a facelift to see who I be to express individuality
I know
How about I be less me and more what I’m supposed to be
I would but for the life of me I can’t figure out what that is

Simply E

uncoole — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 06:05:51 +0000

Damn

uncoole — Sun, 10 Oct 2010 12:25:29 +0000

Damn I’m home back from the wilderness
Having explored many corners of land and the many faces thoughts memories and feelings both good and bad of and in my soul searching calm water peaceful pastures the sweet taste of free
I didn’t find all that so I went back home Damn

Damn

uncoole — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 20:08:52 +0000

Blackberry
When I say blackberry in today’s societal conceptual thought process the first thing that comes to mind is cell phones verizon AT&T t mobil
But if I tell u I’m a blackberry
U might first think this guys crazy
Lol maybe I am matter of fact I kno I am but that’s not the issue here
I’m a blackberry ripen by days in the sun relaxin in the nights cool air washing myself to get ready for another day in dawns cool moist air
Everyday I grow
Challenges await me day and night picked eatin translation takin out of my natural invironment involuntarily
I am strong in my sweetness like loves grasp
Taste me
savor me
enjoy me
be careful though
I can cut deep like love
Leave a scar on u that everytime u look at reminds u of me
I can also make u feel and remember everyday that first taste of my sweetness that u hope to never forget
Cause I’m a BlackBerry

Who Failed

uncoole — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 07:14:08 +0000

Am I failure because
I was born brown to a mother to young to be one and a father young and irresponsible not lacking love in his heart just lacking presence
Or because
My parents were addicted addicts and victims of the saturation of economic deprevation and narcotic infestation their communities therefore did not have time for me and were not there and I either was moved around frm house to house or relative to relative ultimately raised by my grandparents
Or am I a failure because
When I went to school I wasn’t prepared and didn’t know how to do it and failed but did what I knew how to do which was viewed as being a class clown or disruptive or a player but never viewed as teachable from my perspective out come of who or what I’ve become as a result of
Or am I a failure because after that
work jobs, I wasn’t prepared to do not even manual labor because I didn’t know how to positively interact with people aside from tryin to get sex from some young lady and I still tried college and failed at that as well and so i felt like with having created responsiblity for myself ( I told y’all about the ladies )the streets was my last and only option or way to get money to survive am I a failure
Or when because of the previous situation I ended up two things domestically violent and a convicted felon
Or am I failure because after all of that I find myself suffering from mental and behavior health issues
Or because pills alcohol and weed are what I use to cope with the demon called my one life and try not to go crazy
U tell me
Because I’m not sure if I’m the failure or if I’m the one failed