Poetic Pieces 

Dazzled By The Notes 

Hip-Hop is my culture 

My love, inspiring hope 

With words to touch nerves, being felt by most

Tech-heads to cutthroats, infants to old-folks

With perspective, introspective, worldwide, and coast to coast

Like a Urie Bronfenbrenner ecological approach 

So, as my words float one can lyrically comprehend 

Or just be dazzled by the notes

By: McTate II

 

When I Say Hip-Hop

 

When I say Hip-Hop, I tend to think of Planet Rock

Cause see I use to Pop-lock and blow up the spot 

From here to Ypsilanti, by myself or with my family 

I was the shorty of the crew and my age couldn’t band me 

Back in 83’ to my was the old days 

Use to battle at Loma Alta in the hallways

Where some had skill and still had all A’s

While a young Tracy Murray, was hittin’ J’s 

that were lovely

 

So can you feel me? 

It still be, that same old ish

I now grabs the mic flip the script, and boogaloo like Shrimp 

Always down for the cause, I even use to Pause  

With Run-DMC, Jam Master Jay, in my Adidas 

 

Takin’ it back to the essence of the real Hip-Hop 

When I was a little shorty and I use to Pop 

Walking down the street with my new boom-box 

Just a Man & His Music, like Scott La Roc

B-boying every chance I got 

I use to break dance to "Tour De France"

In my parachute pants 

Backspin and then I pose, chose, my B-boy stance

Broke it down and started “tickin’” 

Like Mr. Wave and have ‘em trippin’  

Up-rock to the joint, point, and catch ‘em slippin’

Cause there was no room in the cypher for kids who wanted chill 

It’s was like, “brother you next, so you best show skill”

 

Still I walk the streets with that same pizzazz 

Yet, instead of a boom-box, I now rock a pen and a pad 

And on my shoulders my, little lad

Cause above all, now, I’m just a dad

 

 

By: McTate II

An Image of Strength
Dedicated to: Antonette "Toni" Stroman (my sister)

You are an image of strength, laced, with femininity  

Your focus of reality, moves me.

To be the that potential me, you see 

 

 

You set the pace

Welcomed me into this place, this space

And feed me faith off of your plate

I watched from jump rope to hop scotch 

you were real, taught me how to deal with the bullies on the block 

So much, I owe to you, it's true 

As a little man 

you taught me how to stand on my own two 

 

And through your creative stories and the pictures you drew 

You turned our inner city blues

Into colors of new hues 

I saying you turn our inner city blues 

into color of new hues

 

 

You are an image of strength, laced, with femininity  

Your focus of reality, moves me

To be the that potential me, you see

 

 

A consistent confidant 

my older sister who wore beauty so nonchalant 

 

Of course, I was devastated when the feathers of this guardian angel wing got clip 

I questioned the universe and her meaning of it

Lord knows I cried, why, my sister get sick

By some unknown virus, call encephalitis… it made no sense

 

I am saying we survived the ghetto 

Gangsters, pimps, and the puppet masters like Geppetto 

As our family moved to mountains right next to the meadows

Than you get bit, sick, by a mosquito 

 

Now I come to grips with my own meaning of it 

Your coma, a cocoon 

And I had to learn even in the dark of night, there is still the light of the moon

 

Spirituality sought, and god found 

And the world continues to be bless through her art work now

 

You are an image of strength, laced, with femininity  

Your focus of reality, moves me

To be the that potential me, you see

 

 

 

By: McTate II