Rest In Power Selly Seu
Sunrise 11/01/73 Sunset 7/23/07
Poem and Photos by G. Melesaine

I will not let you rest in peace and no longer will u remain in the same place

And it seems street fame only last until that picture of u on that white tee fades

So Im using that color on color bleach not to clean but just to reach

that something that seeps deeper than the linens, the reasons we began sinnin just to feel free

We went from wearing brandnames to branding our names on tees

wearing death so casually like its the newest thing

except its been here, now its a trend

i guess life went out when it was hard to see
And im tired of talking about killing i wanna talk about peace

Than Mr.hathaway the day we get together not for a funeral

Should be the "someday we'll all be free"

But we only get deep, 6 feet is as much as we rise,well thats how death seems

So how should life be?if we're born sinnin than how do we redeem

Wait until we finally hear the requiem from god the "maybe female or male" emcee

Who spits truth rewinds time, rhymes grime

Spinning criminal records so they can revitalize the light of gunshots that became our sunrises.

And its dying in the cipher, if your blood stops flowing

The ink is still going and the heart is still growing..... Death keep wasting ur knocks cuz' im not going

So fuck ur allure and fuck the hurt,

Why are curse words more offensive than when death occurs

And im not talkin natural, im speakin battles

Where i swear that the bullets gathered

Could be melted down used as a shield to protect the hood but u'll rather

Have ur 40 oz ready and it constantly gets me

Life is not worth cheap liquor poured steady

Would you pour out some blood, making excuses like "Well if God let me"

trruth hurts
If it cuts like a knife than this is the machete

And this is for Teddy and this is for Seu

And this is for those who stole what god made to create hell

Because if repentence is just a prison sentence given by slave masters who created sinnin

And "for the love of money" really means for the love of that white man printed

Then we're dying over something that we're not getting and this is not living

Because im not feelin

This RIP myspace defaults "change it to ur photo" for just one minute

Well, just until the next killing

May be next week

I dont wanna do laundry so give me a new T

And if it sounds fucked up than dont blame me

Blame that muhfucka who's about to do the same thing

RIP to another cousin "God forgives but the hood doesnt"

Search for gods in the hoods but i guess we was'nt

Out of the womb with physically nothin so we think from it

And those thoughts take our lives

Because living just becomes lusting over nothings

Which turned love making to fucking

and everybody starts living for money

Dead presidents who still crack whips from graves and says "keep hustlin'"

That hustlin becomes a rushing because everybody's strugglin'

And thats when we all started bustin

Ask me if i was ever strapped well shit who wasn't?

Its funny if u wanna stay alive than keep gunnin

Until its only u and i bustin and im telling u, its only gonna be u and i bustin

Except guns are like dicks that keep nuttin and after that moan, the silence leaves seeds nothin

Just another bastard that fucks and keeps runnin

And only some will understand that theres a way to keep ur heart pumping

So i will not let u rest in peace and i refuse to let u die

Because if words are powerful than theres a breath in every line

And theres a battle striking inside the mind

Of those who understand why, that u can create life by fucking death until "IT" cries

New seeds derived slowly coming out the womb, out the mind, in every line

Because a poem about death sought through by eyes only can be recited

and inquired by life...


Rest In Power Selly Seu,
Sunrise 11/01/73 Sunset 7/23/07