Under Construction

Don’t you know
you have a destiny
where the best of
you meet the best
of Me?

Beyond your
wildest dreams to
the n th degree!

You can use your
talents to regain
your balance

Don’t abuse your
talents or you lose
your talents
So choose your
destiny ... choose
your destiny...

Will Copeland

Detroit City of Hope Events

COMING SOON

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ART & ACTIVIST PAGE POETS ARTIST

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NAMESTE POEM
BY WILL COPELAND

Namaste picture these words coming out of me

Gotta be a little bit more than just a hot MC

Ride with me—Namaste—look into my eyes and be

…free…

Namaste you got so much today

Namaste You shine like ray exotic like wines of grapes

These are the finest days… Namaste


I don’t know what will come out of me

Folks’ eyes looking glazed like pottery

Half of me is oddly on the same rap odyssey

Blackness is a part of me

So I can really hardly turn on the people that disregard me.

Is it hard to see

How the truth is born easy?

Folks agreeing with lies Fo Sheezy

The shit in our eyes. It don’t please me.

Open your eyes and turn off that TV.

A lot of guys are hypnotized living life

Sublime and blind. Close your eyes: slow down and find the time.

Each. Ryme That I Rip Is Only That Same figment

Of your imagination. Fascination. Drop shit like flatulation’s

Last creation in these tragic days

When magic ways are bought and saved

Taught the same way for the price of economic gain

Accomplish fame and polish U-S-A type acclaim

I’m ready for a change.  Steady with my aim in the name of

Silent sayings like Namaste

Picture these rhymes coming out of me

Gotta be a little bit more than just a hot MC…