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I'm Lejon Mumford from Detroit Michgan. I'm 17 about to be 18 on Nov 28th. I love writing poetry and I actually started after my father passed away in December of 2006. I wrote a poem in his Obituary that i thought was really good, and it took me three months to write again and my baby inspired it in march when i wrote a poem about my father on the internet. It sparked a lot of comments on Facebook so i pretty much have been writing ever since. Although since then my writing abilities have grown and using my two favorite rappers (Eminem, Lupe) I have pulled inspiration from their lyrics time and time again. Oh and i really have gotten alot of inspiration out of Linkin Park also. When I write I'm able to become any one, which means it's a different point of view thus my name becomes Notion because I am a living concept or depiction of everything when I'm holding my pen.

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Thursday, January 12, 2012

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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Real Love

Wanting your connection,

awaiting real affection,

I can stand in the rain like you

I need life more than what you will do

I need you now

But i didn't listen, I didn't heed warnings

Loved to the core of me

Toppled skyscrapers just to store with me

Memories that would last forever

Wearing my hoody, her perfume still on my sweater

She needed to run from me

As fast as she could

Love like this is not good

Too raw the way we kiss

Like if time stopped there is a second we would miss

Touching like we would lose feeling in our hands soon

Trapping each other in this live tomb

Buried alive did we do outside life

Just to live in a time where we didn't need time

A moment lost in forever

Goodbye real love we must part for the better

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Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Would I

I wanna reach you on a level that none shall reach

where our minds collide and our bodies compete

for total domination, i lied if i said i was patient, i've been anxious

to secrete my thoughts in the cores of your soul

bold am i

unfold do i

well only the thoughts and actions you fret to reveal

baby i make real what u conceal as only imagination

would i fake love like we've shared

would i craft moments that we've starred into the ceiling paint

wondering if this is real of if it aint

the answer is yes,

but only if i get to live and love again like this

before death

the mixtape is going to be hot, and this is just the opening

I"m back for those who missed me its been a long time since i've blogged

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Detroit Lion

Until the lion learns to speak
His mind be trapped in the streets
Constantly running from the thought of think
Splashing puddles of what they bleed
Staining his paws and his feet
In a dull scarlet before they’re free
Living with no knowledge for the young to teach
In this cage Detroit City

I’ve seen the stretchers
The outlined chalk being measured
I felt the cold flesh’s hard texture
I’ve listened to the long lectures of the teachers and preachers
Giving me the run down on how the town was before my era
About how respect and morals use to exist
How we ain’t worried about nothing but what’s shinning on my neck and wrist
How our pants sag to our knees
About how our mind’s our trapped and forever never freed
With a glock as our sword and our shield as a bare naked chest
So we take in and ingest our death wholly
As the new age, the beginning of the end
In a time where a friend could mean death
Where a wrong perception could be your rest in
Piece place, with the worms tucking you in bed
With a fluffed hard tombstone
And I ask you, how can we possibly learn to create change when you don’t teach us to speak
You just complain and let us be

Until the lion learns to speak
His mind be trapped in the streets
Constantly running from the thought of think
Splashing puddles of what they bleed
Staining his paws and his feet
In a dull scarlet before they’re free
Living with no knowledge for the young to teach
In this cage Detroit City

Are you ready to see through our eyes
Can you even grasp a perception of how it feels to be the problem of the world
Of how it feels to fear waking up
Of how it feels to not know what the good days use to be
My best days were spent listening to a lil rnb in the back seat
And that’s only because mom wouldn’t let me see the tears dripping in her lap in the front seat
So how can you all keep judging me
What is there to do but get gassed up on the bul ish coming through the speakers
If you held buckets to catch my tears I would drown you
Because you don’t know the truth
And you tell us we should take a walk in your shoes
Well try and fit yo feet in my shoes and see just how hard it is having all that shit bottled inside of you
So tight that yo heart can’t beat too hard
That you can’t take too big of a deep breath
That we automatically stick out our chests
But enough of that, I was simba

The lion knows how to speak
My mind freed from the streets
I taught myself the art of speech but
My paws forever stained with my fathers blood
But more flows through me
And that’s how I survived until this moment
As a lion in Detroit’s concrete jungle

Update my people

hey so this is just some stuff that's been going on with me
i just got my debit card which is cool, but i don't know what i should buy first man it's so much stuff to be bought off the internet nowadays
and i also have that palm pre which i bought a couple weeks ago
i really want to buy a bunch of hot shoes just to get my sneaker game on point but i don't know where i should shop
and i'm not a rich guy i work at cvs where they aren't paying me enough if you know what i mean,
so people i need some bargains or something
so help please, give me shoe sites now lol
but hey i'm gone have something for my poetry people later on today and it ain't gone be like last time lol sorry about that

Monday, July 20, 2009

I'm Late For Work

Baby stop
baby i need to get away from you
stop kissing my neck
laying on top of me
body to body massaging my flesh
baby you know i need to leave
my shirt isn't ironed
my pants are not pressed
but the way you lay, with my lips so close to your neck
you know i want to taste it but
but baby I gotta go
let my feet reach the out skirts of that door
work is calling
but...damn the way you crawl to me
climbing up my body like a tree
makes me want to wrap these braches around you
let the beads of sweat fall like leaves to you
so so gracefully while i'm burring my roots
in that soil
oh baby... stop ... kissing my neck
see you got me thinking metaphorically about your love
at least let me call off before they call me
before i root this tree
and let you rain around feeding me
the waters of life
baby we moved mountains last night
but now your asking me to give you a dream
well baby i want you to close your eyes and feel my dream love
breath it
exhale it
and conceive us
while i simply take us into flight
in this morning's sunlight
over the city
so soft and delicately
Breath it...softly

Sunday, July 5, 2009

A Name Change

So i recently found this guy in the great city of Detroit who has the same name as me or atleast the Notion part and i think i should change my name but what do i change too

help me out people i need major suggestions