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19. Missing Pack of Skittles - 3/26/12, 12:45am
“Hoodie, drinking ice tea, been known to talk back,
Passing by the same place I spotted neighborhood watch at.
I fit the description too, wonder why I ain’t been shot yet.
Must’ve forgot to pack some Skittles in my pocket.
Ignorant. To believe racism doesn’t exist is naive.
So I try to be known to it, though I’m not the type to go through it.
Gun in hand, claiming self defense, I’m just tryna understand,
Why a young, innocent life was taken from his fam.
With no arrest made, it really shows where the power lies,
Cuz when they make mistakes the ones with the power lie.
Powder bomb a celebrity you’ll be arrested within minutes,
But if you’re unknown, it takes petitions for them to listen.
The world just ain’t right sometimes, it’s been that way all along.
They say we all belong in prison when we call it wrong.
Rainstorms come often, but they only last a couple days long.
But my hood stays on, rest in peace Trayvon.”
~CHAZER.
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18. Shooting For The Top - 2/20/12, 5:04pm
“Call up the world leaders,
Cuz I met a former artist in LA at the court on the 15th.
Told me if we leave them in the cold they need heaters.
So they burned his uniform cuz they don’t know what it means.
And thought that would keep him warm, but know he’s scarred and colder.
So he fought back, a rebel without a cause.
And these are the thoughts taught to him as he grew older.
To shoot anyone trying to play him without a pause.
You can’t rewind that, you can only watch the credits.
And see the names of the people we elected.
That’s the only way he knows, a victim of the media.
Slim chance at dating Destiny let alone meeting her.
Cuz men beat her, cheat on her with Hope when she’s uppity.
And leave her when they need her cuz Misery needed company.
So we either, sell our souls or sell what we can.
The hustle and the hardships come hand in hand.
Respect before checks, ignorance after depth.
Life after death, I have to write that chapter next.
I’m living life to the fullest, not biting the bullet,
Cuz you gotta fight so I load it, put it in my sights and pull it.”
~CHAZER.
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17. Wasted by Jeff Chazer - 12/26/11, 12:13am
“I’m drunk on the thought.
I’m gone because you are gone.
I want to get wasted for all the wasted feelings.
I want to get buzzed for the buzz I felt from the text never received.
I want to get crooked for the crooked way you saw me.
I want to have one too many for the one that got away.
I want to get turned out for the way things turned out.
I want to get tipsy for the tipsy topsy world this girl put me in.
I want to take shots for the shots cupid’s fired at me and the shots he’s fired for me at innocent victims not knowing that I had no heart because it was stolen from me.
I hope I black out and forget that you forgot about me.
I hope I black out and forget that she’s not you and that other girl’s not her.
I hope I black out and not see what I’ve become…because of you.
So I asked the bartender to
Give me tequila to kill the memory, to kill the feeling, to kill the insecurities.
Give me wine so I can whine to someone, to anyone.
Give me liquor for the times I would lick her lips and taste the sweet words that were spoken when my heart was open to her love… Sorry… To ANY love.
Did the bartender say last call? I remember all the times I’d say this is the last call you’ll ever receive from my end of the phone then realizing how alone I really was and start hoping for a ring on my end because I was hoping for a ring on your hand and a band all around mine which would signify the circle of life because you revolved around mine.
What do you mean last call for alcohol? I need alcohol.
I need alcohol so I can blame something for my failures.
I need alcohol for these wounds.
I need to drown myself in something other than the constant flow of thought pouring out of me when I hear her name, see her face, or remember the future we built on the foundation of an abandoned island surrounded by an ocean of misquoted words and false emotions.
I need to give someone the keys and give Jesus the wheel because you get me drunk to the point I don’t know what I’m doing or saying and I start driving myself crazy on a road leading directly back to you. And when I get there, I’ll knock on your door unprepared and you’ll ask me if I’m drunk and instead saying take care, I’ll end up quoting Take Care and reply “I’m just saying you can do better” not being completely sure if you see new guys. So I hope I get stopped by the cops and they give me DUI because I was being reckless. And I hope they lock me up and don’t let me use their phone because I might accidentally text this.
Because I don’t need chaser when I won’t chase her.
And I don’t drink….
I’m sober.
And I realize it’s over.
So I get drunk on the thought.
I’m gone because you are gone.
Wasted time, wasted words, wasted feelings.
I’m already wasted.”
~Jeff Chazer
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16. City Of Noise by Jeff Chazer
“Where can I go when I need to run away? I go to a city with noise all around, Anyone can go, it brings people together, There is no map when everything’s wrong, ~Jeff Chazer (2010)
When my life’s dark and I can’t tell night from day,
I don’t own a car, but I always have drive,
So I go to a place that is alive.
With the harmony of the suburbs and aggression of down town.
You’re who you want to be; you choose what you hear,
Because when joy is far from anyone, the city’s near.
Rain or shine, it’s always the perfect weather.
I race alongside many talented drivers at a fast pace,
I wasn’t in first and won’t be last place.
So I get lost in music; my city’s my song.”
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“Perfection? Please ask me about perfection……. (don’t let them finish)
Her. She is the best definition I can give. She is a beautiful creation given a place in the dictionary… A synonym for temptation. She’s simply amazing.
Looking into her eyes is like star gazing. With hair that falls like shooting stars shimmering in the night sky. The upward curve of her lips shines like a crescent moon. I wish for the sun to set soon because this masterpiece should remain in the heavens like a constellation. This beautiful creation.
This angel with clear wings. Halos created by hoop earrings. Brightening up my day like glimmering jewelry. Like gold, not fooling me, because I know it’s genuine. Genuine with more karats than a rabbit. Real. I feel like it’s a habit to stare at such a beautiful figure like ‘I just gotta have it…’
Hands on the wheel driving me crazy. A body dangerous with curves, but I can’t slow myself down. So if I crash and burn, I’ll know exactly where I want to be found by the ambulance rushing my way sure to come with CPR kisses repeating to make my heart start beating after I’ve fallen. And soon after I start having my breath taken away I realize this nurse must not certified… Being sure I died and gone to heaven because not being a patient patient under the knife of this surgeon made life a burden, and I can’t slow down. I want to lay in the hospital bed and be taken care of with sexual healing. Feeling like it’s in fast forward and can’t slow down.
But I have to slow down. This sexy silhouette isn’t mine. But it can be given to me like a gift that’s wrapped up so cute in jeans and a shirt with shoes and a purse. See, I know I would love to take my time unwrapping it and enjoying my present…
But I don’t want to waste the present, the now. I want to read the card and get to know the sender of this beautiful temptation. This angel. This gift. I want to shake it up and get to know what I can expect before accepting this gift. I want to know why and how I have the pleasure of this treasure. See, I don’t mind if I never EVER get to unwrap it. I’m still hoping, but I don’t care… Because I know the true gift is inside, so I’ll let her open up to me to see if I’m worth it.
For this treasure, this gift, this healer, this constellation, this temptation, this beautiful creation…. Is you. And to me that’s perfect. ♥”
~Jeff Chazer.
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15. Space - 12/14/11, 3:20am
“I’m not patient. I wish I could give you the space you needed.
Your love for me is running low or depleted. So much so, our relationship status got deleted. Even the text you sent still hurts every time I read it.
I wish I could grab the stars and the moon and the planets and wrap them all up to give to you. But it’s impossible to reach. Though I’m so high whenever you’re near, you are every breath I take so you’re always in my atmosphere. And I fear I can’t give you space. To know I can’t have you, and to have you disappear with no closure doesn’t make it seem like it’s over. The mixed signals your sending are mind bending. Are you gonna start mending my heart or stay apart.
If it’s distance you want, I guess the best I can do is build you a rocket with my bare hands cuz there’s no change left in my pockets. But Andre 3000 said ‘spaceships don’t come equipped with rearview mirrors, they dip,’ so if I ever give you space I don’t see how there can ever be looking back. I’ll never reconnect to you the same way, right? I can’t let go how you let go, there has to be something. Or maybe I’m just naive for thinking that the zero gravity of space would stop me from falling again….
Cuz if I can’t have the heaven I had with you, I don’t think I’ll ever be grounded. I’m forced to be between the two, drifting with no end. Space is all you give me. So why can’t I give it back?
Most of the time you were my sunshine. But even when there were grey clouds, I couldn’t look up and see space anywhere… You were always there in my mind through the good and bad, so the distance was always hidden and I never thought to look for space. Dark and lonely space… Only the stars that shine so bright were visible, but again, they were out of reach.
It feels so alien to me, but an alien I have to be, for now. Somehow. I’ll just drift through space, collecting my thoughts and memories and hope my gravity pulls you in. Slowly, but surely, if we’re both drifting, my gravity will pull you in and we can drift through space together. Forever.
ButSpaceWasReceivedByMeAndNeverGivenToYouSoNowI’mGoingThroughABlackHole, alone.”
By Jeff Chazer
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14. Keep Me Up - 11/8/11, 12:29am
“I don’t know why the friendships I have just ain’t enough for me.
I want someone I barely know checking up on me.
Intimacy with no connections,
I can truly be the person I see in my own reflection.
One night is all I ask, climb into bed with the lights off.
Call me up, stay on the phone and speak soft.
I just need you for one night to tell me everything will be okay.
Lie to me if you have to, I’ll believe everything you say.
Make me laugh, let me cry, let me cry.
Take my lows and get me high, get me high.
One time, I won’t get addicted to you, I promise.
I just need you now cuz your voice is beautiful and beauty is honest.
Be the sweetest lullaby I’ve ever heard,
Don’t let me fall asleep, let me hang on your words.
Hanging for dear life, falling into my dreams.
Reality screaming ‘keep me up by any means’.
Sunrise is too beautiful not to be seen, or to miss.
Cuz I’d rather have real beauty than a fake goodnight kiss.
Just talk to me, walk me through it all.
Don’t need a connection, I could just use a call.”
~CHAZER.
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13. Holding Your Hand (Written in 2009)
“Give me your hand, put it in mine.
You’re the only thing on my mind when our fingers intertwine.
Give you two thumbs up, baby you’re perfection.
Index finger saying ‘come here’, points me in the right direction.
Middle finger to the doubts, I don’t care what no one say,
Cuz I see your ring finger, got me thinking ‘maybe one day…’
Put your pinky with mine for every promise that I plan to keep,
Just give me your hand and bring to life all my fantasies.”
~CHAZER. (2009)
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