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Name:G-NYCE

Style:B-BOY

Mind: FOCUSED ON SUCCESS

Old:1983

Sex:XX

Past Life: COMEDIAN, POET, SPORTS WRITER, JAZZ PLAYER (BASS)

Language: EBONICS

Culture:I.E.T.

Focus:Comp Sci

Chill Spot: BASEMENT OF CUZZ CRIB

CHECK YOURSELF BEFORE YOU ENTER MY DOMINION

What's poppin!!!That's me on the left. Ladies don't miss out. I'm about 5'8, toned structure, and well dressed. They call me G-Nyce and hey there's nothing better than a G.

POETRY IS MY THANG SO OF COURSE YOU GOTTA READ SOME:

BROADCAST 
Listening to the jamz on the radio 
Head gased, holla shorty and all I get is hell no 
Seems like every story they sing isn`t my reality 
Are you feeling me 
Or is your head still bouncing to the beat 
They say I`ll be your everything 
But you say I`m just a friend 
If I could turn back the hands of time you would be mine again 
I can`t feel on your booty-yes its -licious 
But that baby mama drama got you acting malicious 
After saying your name you want me to pay your bills 
Misunderstanding songs of Lauryn Hill 
Can you be my down a$$ b!tch 
Say I`m not offensive till you defending from me putting you down a$$ b!tch 
I wanna take a long walk 
But end up finger f_cking in the park 
Cuz its the only time we think no ones watching in the dark 
I got bruises from being down on my knees 
Its not from begging please 
Its cuz I saw them hotel fees 
Just freeze, if you need the ice 
The heat will never come on if you looking nice 
Won`t you be My girlfriend 
So I can write another song cuz your Gone 
Then so long, get your bags and get the hell on 
It`s over now, yet I still scream for peaches and cream 
Too many years of broadcasting fantasys 
Has turned my reality into 
an Hip-Hop Melody 
The perfect girl is not in Destiny`s world 
And success is not a 2 million chain with a alligator vest
I must contest the way this game is being played
Making a ripple in the lake but trying to make a wave

IN THE DARK
In the dark I lay with hands folded behind my head
Wishing of time and moment
Thinking of minds and tongues
That hang out like dogs when things get heated
Scratches and bruises appear at the front of ones chest
As women make sounds of broken brakes
And men beat there chest for supremacy

In the dark I lay hands together under cheek
Wishing of death to live
Thinking of Christ and Gentiles
His life beaten like a crumpled weed in the masters garden
Grown out of place with the same color and function
A sore in the gardener's eyes, a symbol of imperfection
The desecration of a single stem began the roots of the many seeds
Harmless in the wind, injecting into gardens across the valleys

In the dark I lay hands apart, palms down
Wishing for love
Thinking of hate
She got away, so let her go, maybe I should call her tommorrow
This love can't be blind, I just need glasses
Better yet contacts to win the social perspective
For if they think I'm cute then who can resist me, right?
She'll be mine again, I'll lock her away with my love
Now, which club should I hit up tommorrow

In the dark I lay one hand under my side the other hanging
Wishing for chocolate cake with white frosting
Thinking of the difference tween you and I
Seperated by hate and no one really knows why
Abandonned and forgotten of who died on both sides
We want forty acres and a mule and they want to live in peace
Covered in sheets holding on to our necks with one leash
Their faces are as colored as ours (white is a color)

In the dark I lay one hand against the wall the other across my chest
Wishing for her
Thinking of sex
"How I love thee let me count the ways" is that how it went
Or shall I quote Shakespeare as I rub her back with the tip of my d!ck
Freaky sh!t that can never exist 
But venture into my mind to see how freaky I can be

In the dark I lay one hand under my head the other on my a$$ (this actually works so don't knock it, and I ain't gay)
Wishing for acceptance
Thinking denial
Rejection, low self esteem and lack confidence imprison my rhyme
Today someone said I was stupid and I replied with nothing
Maybe it was more, displaying a mask of untarnished grins and laugh
A quick wit to return the favor
And so it goes on, till next time the little boy is lashed with a different whip

In the dark I lay my hands are gone
There's nothing to hold
It's time to let go
Dive into the deep realm of my imagination
Create infinite dreams of wishfulfillment
Light appears to reveal the lost sense of control
No one to move me...
No one speaks...
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*beep**beep**beep**beep**beep*(alarm clock)