Biography
Born on september 25, 1980 Clifford Joseph Harris Jr also know as T.I or T.I.P is known for rapping but not his poetry. T.I was born in Atlanta, Georgia his mother name is 'Tameka 'Tiny' Cottle'. T.I wrote his first poem at the age of sixteen about love and enjoying life. After writting poems he started rapping and became well known for his rapping business grand hustle. The young C.E.O of his own business started making his own money off his business then after he became more famous the more famous rappers started to recognize him and put his business grand hustle out on the grind. His father Clifford Joseph Harris died when jr was just an infant.
Favorite Poem
love's deceit
Pleasure turns to the pain, Of the lessons learned from the strain Of the questions burned in my brain, About whether to love is humane in its touch. These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit. Fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions. Chatoic because the anchor of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation. Separation not as simple as the distance between us My mind no longer possessed by the demons that had been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies. The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they have cracked the foundation of what we once shared. Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside to gush out like a river, Ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from his mother's arms. I'm left surrounded in darkness but I refuse to be swallowed by it. My loneliness like the night air. Invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch, In its cold uncomfortableness Yet if I could do it all over again, I'd do it in the same skin I'm in. To lay down and let love die, Just stay down and let love lie, No, no, not I. I'll stay 'round and let love fly, Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit. Nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet. "
Second poem Ti
Maybe what I do here
Is just a minor riff
In a major work.
Does it matter then
If I practice, pay my dues
Or ring the changes?
I never really know.
Still I do it,
Hear it. learn it, play it,
As honestly as I can,
Stumble my way toward music.
Otherwise it's only noise.
this poem uses figurative languages because its saying that even if you dont practice at what you like todo or have to do to stay on your feet you still can do it because there is no such thing called i cant do it because yes you can do it
Why I Like The Poem
I like this poem because it is a poem to make you feel better when one of your loved ones are hurt or dead the poem title even explains it selfs love's deceit in the poem clifford said fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions. To me it is baciscally saying if you fight the current person that hurt one of your loved ones someone can end up dead.
Writer Style clifford style is to use figure of speeches, rhythm and make the reader feel what he feels. for example for the figure of speech the strain of the question burned in my brain, and for rhythm he said to lay down and let love die, just stay down and let love lie. I can tell if a poem is by clifford because he can express every word and make it deep.
Born on september 25, 1980 Clifford Joseph Harris Jr also know as T.I or T.I.P is known for rapping but not his poetry. T.I was born in Atlanta, Georgia his mother name is 'Tameka 'Tiny' Cottle'. T.I wrote his first poem at the age of sixteen about love and enjoying life. After writting poems he started rapping and became well known for his rapping business grand hustle. The young C.E.O of his own business started making his own money off his business then after he became more famous the more famous rappers started to recognize him and put his business grand hustle out on the grind. His father Clifford Joseph Harris died when jr was just an infant.
Favorite Poem
love's deceit
Pleasure turns to the pain, Of the lessons learned from the strain Of the questions burned in my brain, About whether to love is humane in its touch. These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit. Fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions. Chatoic because the anchor of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation. Separation not as simple as the distance between us My mind no longer possessed by the demons that had been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies. The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they have cracked the foundation of what we once shared. Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside to gush out like a river, Ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from his mother's arms. I'm left surrounded in darkness but I refuse to be swallowed by it. My loneliness like the night air. Invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch, In its cold uncomfortableness Yet if I could do it all over again, I'd do it in the same skin I'm in. To lay down and let love die, Just stay down and let love lie, No, no, not I. I'll stay 'round and let love fly, Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit. Nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet. "
Second poem
Ti
Maybe what I do here
Is just a minor riff
In a major work.
Does it matter then
If I practice, pay my dues
Or ring the changes?
I never really know.
Still I do it,
Hear it. learn it, play it,
As honestly as I can,
Stumble my way toward music.
Otherwise it's only noise.
this poem uses figurative languages because its saying that even if you dont practice at what you like todo or have to do to stay on your feet you still can do it because there is no such thing called i cant do it because yes you can do it
Why I Like The Poem
I like this poem because it is a poem to make you feel better when one of your loved ones are hurt or dead the poem title even explains it selfs love's deceit in the poem clifford said fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions. To me it is baciscally saying if you fight the current person that hurt one of your loved ones someone can end up dead.
Writer Style
clifford style is to use figure of speeches, rhythm and make the reader feel what he feels. for example for the figure of speech the strain of the question burned in my brain, and for rhythm he said to lay down and let love die, just stay down and let love lie. I can tell if a poem is by clifford because he can express every word and make it deep.