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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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Monday, February 2, 2009

Inheritance


The doctor told me I had fenkell blood flowing through my veins
From a feared nigga, a more than revered nigga
Where my legal tender a vendor, of tutorials when he mentors
The pocket pinchers, the lenders of equity illusions, patch pillers and killers, dealers of life, and death distributors, all while smoking a kool

I got his blood In me
This is wat made me notion
I ain’t nothing but a simple eloption
of pen dripping ink and man lyrically chosen
Done folding, I’m done sulking,
and I’m as open as a Caucasian money vault
So I guess I’m closed in
Or still closing, in on my ghosts,
That chase me playing different tempos of shots in the dark
On cassette tape, while the dogs bark
And they put the coins on my dads eyes to pay the man on the ark
Got me like who supplying the iron man, like stark
Man I’m a head full of concepts,
put together a called a man’s intellect,
So which means I’m a living concept
Wit a plan to dish out common since
Thus my notion, thus my name notion
And notion Is to teach fuck the bulshit and let truth flow like ocean
I’m done coping, I’m done moping
I’m done toting this load of ish on my back
Listen close n check the analogy
I ain’t have no beam in my building
But now I’m a beam in a building
Holding up yo dry wall connecting to yo ceilings
Telling me to stand tall under any pressure, no blemishing
Constantly yelling don’t mess up that good finishing
nobody teach me no beam can lean
Cuz I’m wats holding up the frame so if I loosen a seam
I might make these little pillars under me scream
So I’m gone continue to atlas like I do the emotions of my queen
But I cost so chi on four wheels,
past these old revolution leaders tryna raise a regime
And those be the gift of gab leavers
In the ears of the retrievers
Of the supposed secrets of the life eaters
But shit we all bleeders
Just a bunch of human beingers
So this is part of me, this notion
About this weed smoke coursing through my veins
The pain of the slaps and punches to the dame
Never having 143 to my name
I mean dame
If I was to reign
Like money assuming it’s position to fame
I would resurrect my father again
but I can’t
So I’m gone lay in the cut pain
And paint my insanity sane
And live my life as a mane
I’ll live for myself
Even though I got that deoxyribonucleic acid
I stay placid
And I’ll never look back at the flaccid
Cuz this life thang, only I can master it
So after

The doctor told me I had fenkell blood flowing through my veins
From a feared nigga, a more than revered nigga
Where my legal tender, a vendor of tutorials when he mentors
The pocket pinchers, the lenders of equity illusions, patch pillers and killers, dealers of life, and death distributors, all while smoking a kool
I said cool see
That means I got my dad at the heart
and his strength is still pumping through me