The Louisiana Social Pledge

We pledge our allegiance to Louisiana. We will embrace what makes us and our state unique. Louisiana will be recognized as a leader and innovator of the New South. Many great leaders of the future will come from this state. And we will show both the media and politicians that we are smarter than them. We will no longer have our resources exhausted and our people used and left behind. We will work hard and play hard. We will protect each other. We will support each other. We pledge that we will do whatever we can to get these things in motion right now. We will no longer wait for a path to be cleared for us. We will clear the path ourselves. And we ain’t giving up easily. We will socialize in the real world just as well as we do on the internet…in hopes to organize ourselves effectively.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Jumper (The Sequel) (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

How’s it going to be
When my semi-charmed life
Catches fire around me?

Should I jump?
God watched me yesterday
I could have jumped

Should I jump?
I’m not going to
God is watching

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Thirsty Bitches Take a Sip...The Sequel (James Leland Ludeau III- Lafayette, LA)

It's thirsty bitches 
Take a sip, the sequel 
No equal 
No rival 
My arrival 
On my throne 
All alone
In my own lane 
And thirsted after 
The splatter 
Like a platter 
Of dehydrated queens 
Overrated beings 
Dirrty bitches get out my way 
I've got something to say  
Take a sip 
Then bite your lip
And hold on tight 
I might 
Quinch your thirst 
Your brains and your face 
This race 
A marathon, not a sprint 
A dent 
In your pride 
A layer of Hyde  
As you hang your heads in shame 
I've won this game 
My pimp cup 
Fucked all you bitchez up 
The desperation 
Jealous maneuvers 
And psycho play 
And through it all 
I've gotten something to say 
Bolt down the tables and batten the hatches 
These new group of ho's
Comin' 'round in batches 
Thirsty bitches 
Take a sip 
Sip it up 
I'll muzzle 
Just no longer hassled 
A king among queens 
Amongst other things 
My hand extended 
My reign defended 
So gather 'round all you thirsty little bitches 
Take a sip 
Tryin' to steal what's not yours 
Filthy little 
Whores of Babylon 
I'll carry on 
This battle just my practice 
My atlas 
Strewn and littered 
Like pages of my story
To me 
The highest 
The mightiest 
As I knock you all dead 
Should've listened when I said 
You weren't worthy to taste 
But you had to sip, now dead 
Too thirsty to resist 
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard 
And they're like it's better than yours 
Damn right it's better than yours 
I could teach you 
But I'm too proper to mingle with whores

Good Blood (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

Like Ludeau's "Bad Blood"
Let this shade pour like a flood 
Abracadabra envious bitches 
Oh how your weave itches 
Don't be jealous of that good blood
Let it flood 
Your soul
Like eating bananas from Dole 
Used to be each others' haters
Now we're Intelligence's instigators 
It's fate
Us, still creating words
Abracadabra, fly birds 

Fools Gold (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

No pipe brings dreams
No matter how shitty life seems
Drugs can't replace love
Abuse isn't love 
A crow isn't a dove
Just look high above 
We all want to be rich
This is a human glitch  

Tell It to My Heart (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

Am I good enough? 
It's hard to tell 
You don't look me in the eyes anymore
Maybe we're over
Maybe one day I'll accept that
Another Christmas is here 
There's no presents under the tree
Not from you 
Just one from me to me 
A box with my heart in it 

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Good Boy Gone Bad (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

Pushed far
Aggression tolled
Bad looks
Good soul

Sharp words
Strong fists
Good boy
Not a pussy 

Remains centered
Fights himself
Takes happiness
Not man’s toy

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Bad Blood (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, LA)

Love don't live here anymore My squad at my side My head high with pride Out for a night full of drinks I realize something stinks Wouldn't give you mad love So J-Screw now we got bad blood In a stall at local gay bar it came to a head Fists drawn Stabbed in the back Your attack Left holes Band-Aids can't fix Threw a bat in the mix A blow to the head I left you for dead To rot Forgot You can't kill evil Like a ghost you keep coming back Like herpes Just when I think I'm cured A rash of words returns It itches It burns Throbbing with bad blood A blistering reminder Of a drunken escapade Used my secrets to take me out Thought you'd finish me off Well you thought wrong We've got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em You made a really deep cut Almost as deep as your butt From what I hear My dear You should keep your legs down And keep your mouth closed Exposed Your body for the viewing No undoing This bad blood Until one of us is cold The roles Reverse This curse Is your weight to bear No care I've grown tired of the fight I might Pull the trigger that sends the final negative word that buries your hate deep down below The truth sets me free And as you approach The ground beneath my feet is warmer Lucifer is near Bad blood The absence of love Led us down a path Unforgiven

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Not Coming for You (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

Stop the train
I'm not your toy for heaven sakes
Why are you in my dining cabin?
You are really that hungry for me
I'm not coming for you
Don't't knife me while licking my shoes
This is my train. Peace. Tranquility. 
Love uses my name for prosperity
Not a vulture thirsty for life
Get your own train

Gender Theme Month on Words United!

Thirsty (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

Are you thirsty?
You want my holy water
My destiny to be fulfilled
An envious soul rots in the cemetery
You can’t have everlasting beauty
Step off my blessings
Let my light shine
I’ll hydrate your inspiring roots
Play nice my brothers
I’m just a Southern glass of sweet tea