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Getting ready to go to Fresno Pride with my lady!  Who’s all going? :D

Beyond The Point of Insanity (Haiku)

Hopelessly in awe
clung to the sleeves that once held
hearts—I adore you.

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Title: Apartment 2a By Jayy Lee Ft. Unseen NY Produced By Dakii 371 plays

Check out the new track ft. Unseen NY produced by Dakii! Let me know what you think and download it for free! thanks.

Lyrics:

Jayy Lee:
I shifted plans as he closed in
approached me quicker than a caravan with no brakes
exchanging looks like somebody’s gotta give
I saw him reach for it,
envelope pressed softly against the palm of hands
gods plans laid out before me
decked out in black and white photographs surely
reassured that the worth would soon amount shortly
a letter encouraging we wipe him off entirely
broken concentration as a phone booth rings, I answer stat,
but all I hear is heavy breathing so I react
confirming in the mission, my disposition itching just to listen
but I retract in my steps
left the phone loose hanging, my conscience condescending
in my thoughts, cuz clearly
I give a fuck less than you thought
a heartless romantic out for revenge
avenge that mutha fucka

I crept back down the narrow path of ally ways
as I made my way to the door, reassuring hardly
when I exchanged glares with the bible thumpers calling out for world peace
across the street I could feel them all staring,
their voices trailing off as I moved up the steps
setting out to fulfill pains destiny, and death if it’s meant to be
I pulled out a loaded magazine clip, the closest to fame that he’ll ever be
names written out on these hollowed tips, gripped tight as I
tucked weight in my waist,
and kept it moving at a steady pace
raced down through the fire escape to the floor where his girl lived
slipped through the window as she came in crashing
dashed through and smashed her head in as she gasped
grasping at her wounds and started screaming like

and there her body lay lifeless face up,
pressed up against the barrel
her blood still splattering apparel
apparently, she never saw it coming
as I hear the pitter patter of feet running down the hall
(talking)
Fuck, he’s already here? shit…
what do I do? alright…
I’ll just…I’ll just hide in here and yap him when he ain’t even lookin…

Unseen NY:
Outta breath as I bolt up in apartment number 2a
On my Mind was sex drivin on the thruway
But it was death I walked in on
unfortunate my luck - lost again
Blood surrounds my brown timbs
Crossed my head and chest with my right hand
Saw the nightstand pictures with another lover death threats, letters,
Bitch was undercover
I tried to smother my emotions
We coulda talked it out - no more
Layin swollen with her eyelids open

Now im in deep convo
Holdin a nine what I’m speaking on tho is undefined so yo
Was I reaching when I thought
We finally reached agreements?
Fuck bereavement my last moments fleeting this my only reason
I beat prison gates, stopped hustling, worked a 9-5 now I’m missing
strength functioning
We coulda been a greater team then breath mints and visine by my assessment
It was all a dream bought a ring
But that’s some other shit
I lost a lover that was never mine
Sucker shit to pull this trigga never mind
heard a click behind my left ear drum
Went numb her jealous lover never left I’m succumbing to death
Rolled over faced the jux lost all control
shows this triangle shit could take your soul - never know
I’m hearing sirens…
Vision very unclear why is it love disguise itself but violence really
lurks there?

537: Learning How To Love and Write 101

That’s five hundred and thirty seven posts
plied to poetic lies, lined within the sentiments of wasted time,
taken into account the minutes ticking away with every line,
and if on average you spent sixty seconds on every rhyme
that’d be nine hours I wasted, out of each of your lives,
divided by the nights spent rereading types of typed jargon
dissembling minds between hyped margins, let me remind you,
that I am just another failure, trapped in this life too,
thinking numbers mean more than what they add up to…
But if there’s anything I learned, it’s not what you amount to,
it’s what you do with the product, when it’s no longer about you…

Robbed of ability,
stability now throbbing to maintain,
I shackled chains around my mind
hoping thoughts won’t get away.
I used to take for granted
all these things that fade away,
not realizing the hardest thing to lose
would be the friend I pushed away.

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Title: Chasing Pavements Sample Produced By MoeBeats 327 plays

Chasing Pavements by Jayy Lee aka HeartlessRomantics.tumblr.com
Produced by Moe Beats  ( http://soundcloud.com/moe_beats )

Sample track. Let me know what you think when you get a chance! Free downloads, just press the down arrow! :D

Cuz if they spoke about freedom,
maybe we’d be free to think, sinking in these mind frames
instead of tryna pave the way, weighing out the pros and cons
though this prose out holds the beat
I’d rather put you all to sleep if it meant you’d learn to dream like Martin
cuz we had a problem from the start
putting power in their palms instead of power in our hearts
parting love like it’s different in regards
to the gender in our arms, thinking how we love is wrong
when it’s wrong to spread hate,
discriminated for those who I chose to date
though I never chose this fate, I just chose to maintain
taking steps towards equality, running  from the hate
chasing pavements, I won’t stop until I see it

Anniversary

I want you.
Spread upon these sheets dripping,
the way ink stains through composition
come position yourself on me,
armed with nothing more than your imagination
aim concentration on my articulated thoughts,
arch backs, ‘til tongues part paths
across maps, come conquer me past
the point of no return.

Like hip hop, it goes on and on…

You are hip hop.
Rhythm and intellect,
mixed intricately
rooted to rep loyally,
you are my queen.
The sound of poetry
when you speak, sparks
hearts like bass beats
when we meet,
I’ll march endlessly,
‘til defeat, and
still love you,
even after the vinyls scratch off
and repeat….

I do, I do, I do-oooOOoo

I find myself fixating on these dreams,
charades of the heart where I heal these broken parts of our smiles
with miles of forget me not flowers,
grown from the gallons of tears that once washed away my pride,
I swear I love you.
Like hip hop and gigantic space rocks,
flung upon the ripples of this universal thought,
I heart you, dearly.
And some how with random chance you got to know me,
past the printed words spoken through painted metaphors
I must adore you.
To the point of wishful thinking, praying fate won’t keep me waiting,
gravitating to this point,
I find myself saying…

Silenced by the breakdown of angels,
she now cries beneath rose painted pedals of pain, tainted
by the same screams that once deafened her to shame.

I pray, one day these songs will set her free.

Day 3: Sore Throat = No Voice = No Music = :( = Haiku

I’d wish they’d rip it
out if it didn’t mean I’d
lose all that I have.

No really though, for those of you who know me know I don’t know how to shut up.  I’ve hardly been able to talk for 3 days now, going on 4 in the morning.  I’m all depressed and what not, and mainly not even because it means I can’t talk, but because I can’t record. lol Not to mention I’m the type to freak out and worry about it never coming back or it sounding different beings as of Friday I sound like an 80 year old man who’s smoked since I was 10.  :(  (And if you don’t know what I usually sound like, refer to the playlist on my page..basically I normally sound like a 12 year old girl lmao)

Maybe tomorrow will be the day.
In the mean time, if any of you kind souls would like to entertain my ask box, please do so now :D

HeartlessRomantics.tumblr.com/ask