The Intro About Nothing.

T.P.R.A.N.

The Poem Really About Nothing.

After carefully given a listen to T.A.A.N. for the 35th time,

I came to one conclusion,

Wale told the stories and worries of a man exiting his 20s.

The matrimony, his success, his fans, the worries of a black man,

I'm proud he's Nigerian and "Reppin".

Such well spoken he was on this album,

I think this is his best piece of art till date.

He told stories related on the matter and worries of a man exiting his 20s.

Real life stories and worries,

But yet brands it "not serious",

Because these days as human beings,

We appreciate things that are unserious.

Now T.P.R.A.N. is the stories and worries of a man, just in the right mix of his early 20s.

Expressing his art in all that is written,

Talking and telling about real life issues of a men,

Just in the right mix of their early 20s.

But yet brands it "not serious",

Because these days as human beings,

We appreciate things that are unserious.

Now Let's get started with this collection of art, at least that's what I call it.
I hope you enjoy this collection as much as Devante did.
I feel so ecstatic about this.

Comments

The Ultimate Gemini

Finally here, finally here, I have my Westbrook's face, Finally here. All-time high, My cocky pride. A star but in disguise as the moon. They say men don't cry, But will I be forgiven for shedding tears in my 5 seconds comfort zone? Just as the clouds pass and fade away, So does emotions, So it's best emotions don't dictate us. No pun intended, I've had dreams of being celebrated, Say a wish for my celebration, Say a prayer for the manifestation of my revelation. When love doesn't make you better, it makes you bitter, So it's safe when one uses emotions as drive to their destination. Nothing can stop me except if God ordains, I've heard a lot of talking but it's mundane, To the spectators, spectating what could be of me, literally. Typical humans! And I wouldn’t expect you to stick to the butt hole, That's some disgusting shit when you can have a couple inches, And if that isn’t enoug...

1AM

It's 1AM, As I think back 5 hours ago, Watching grown folks indulge in the idea of marriage. Such a beautiful thing when its true essence is given, However the case, The reverse isn't the same. I felt like a bird on a mountain top, Looking down with a vision of that of an eagle trying to see what I can get from it. I listened as they rambled about adult jokes. A soothsayer wasn't needed as the drift in class could be told. The song on the radio is sung along by a wife, With lyrics that seem to shred fragments of the heart. A beautiful voice but with emotion and pain littered around it. The rest said their good nights to their spouse over the phone. Standing over on my balcony as the clock is 17 minutes away from hitting 1AM, Lonely as hell, But somehow I find confidence and comfort when I seldom let my thoughts run loose, Days when they are controlled, I seem to run low on the double C. My heart seems like an uncaged beas...

Pink Pleasure! (The Raconteur)

They say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else. You say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else. I say one person is telling a bold lie and that's you. No one knows you better than you, How you gonna let people run a marathon for you when you're in a race with yourself alone? Your whole being spells life, Your whole being spells mother with undying affection. You are pink, You matter a lot, Pink matters. Cotton Malibu candy, I compliment you better when it's pink, Though you got shades of different colors like the rainbow. With the banana and peaches made for mouth-gasm, Is it safe to say the banana when isolated is a Lone Ranger? What happens when it meets a fellow Lone Ranger? Makes for sweet serenade, Pink pleasure. And I heard someone say the stars are the spies of heaven, I can boldly accept that statement in all honesty. With how far they are, it's no wonder they seem ...

Devante

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