Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Sight

Voices slowly whispering songs of today
Mixed with feelings of yesteryear

Short beats mixed with soulful melodies
Which are listened to by aliens whom are able to hear
The chorus of the indigenous and slave

Beaten faces, tethered eyes
That are transfixed on the horizon

The Son is rising from a slumber spoken of millenniums ago
Hands raised towards the heavens
Sky a glow

Voices of the angels
This the greatest show, which has ever been witnessed
By the religious who have lifted their eyes to meet God

In a fog in a haze
In this story we turn the page

To see that chains still bind us
They're here to remind us

That transfixed stares will inevitably lead to blindness
If one never truly times the coming of Lord...

(Don't lose sight of the dream)

Monday, November 2, 2009

This was a tough one...

Grandpa


The first words off of my fingertips are the words "I miss"
I miss being a child again
I miss Saturday cartoons
I miss Lionel and Snarf
I miss the games like, On My Way To Michigan, I took an "Aardvark, a Buffalo, a Cart"
I miss laying on a concrete slab and learning about the stars
I miss my father pointing to the moon and then in the direction of Mars
I miss thinking that, one day I'd travel there, without a hesitation or a car
I miss the days of bullets ringing so loudly on my block, the gangsta's seemed to be playing "Jingle Bells"
I miss the smell of Christmas
You see being poor allows you to have keen sense of smell
It's crazy to think no one knew that we were trapped in Hell

I miss racing the wind
I miss bugs
I miss learning to sit at the feet of an elder
I miss our first hug
I miss the first time I cried when you said, "Goodbye"
I was only a child

I miss your voice
It's my fault, I never called enough
Your "hello's" still linger around my telephone
I can hear you whisper when I close my eyes

I remember attempting to be so tough
When my father gave me the news, "It may be over soon"
Nothing at all seemed to matter

I miss being a child
I miss freeze tag
I miss double dutch
I miss four square
I miss running, for what seemed like eternity and not having to grasp for air
I miss laying on a concrete slab wondering if I would ever escape
But now these words escape, "I miss" you

Touches, which seemed like yesterday
Are really remnants of years gone by
In the darkness, I sit and cry
In the darkness, I try to fill in the "missing" parts

If time would only allow one touch, three words
I would hold you forever and save my speech
I would grasp you so tightly that the "NOTHING" would allow this to be a "Never Ending Story"

If time were so kind
It would allow us to rewind all the hurt it has caused
It would allow us to pause and insert another ending
Another story line
Ah if only time...

Memories not erased
Your face retraced
Your voice on repeat
My thoughts retreat

To my younger days
No sign of haze
Just your warm smile

I miss being a child
I miss Saturday morning cartoons
I miss He-Man and Gargamel
I miss games like "Simon says, stand still"
I miss laying on a concrete slab and wondering if I'd ever escape
I miss feeling my face as it slowly turned from a child to a man
I miss you holding my hand and telling me you love me....

I miss you!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Beauty

Today I saw beauty and it was for the very first time
I stood there stuck in silence, no pen, no rhyme
It was just me, her, and time
And oh how time stood still
I could feel the hands on the clock, instantaneously lock, the moment she appeared
All sense of fear was gone
Before I realized, the moon had been replaced by the dawn

You see today I saw beauty and it was for the first time
Her presence simply pulled on my lifeline, confined, and complicated my thoughts
Boxed in, my heart began to sing a song reserved for the newborns
Perhaps it was the feeling of love being reborn
I'm torn between feeling dead and alive
I'm torn between running or learning how to glide through this life

Today your beauty held me still just long enough
I forgot about my aches and my pains
It held me still just long enough, that all thoughts were washed from my brain
The only vision which remains is your beauty
You confuse me with smiles and laughter
I can do nothing but imagine a life, here after the worry passes by
Am I that guy...

The answer is probably no
Because right now you don't even know that I exist, in this mist, in this jungle
I dream of you at night and you faithfully appear and hold me tight
However, when I awake I find no one near
I only hear the tick of the clock in my ear
Reminding me that your beauty has gone.....

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Single Story

I write for just a few
Who knew, that words through windows would bounce back
Who knew, that words put to recording would find tracks
The beauty of it all is the fact that I've learned to circumvent the big and run across the small issues just the same
Lame
Tame
Blame
Ashamed
But not shamed or shameful
Deceit
Retreat
My feet they move faster than my brain can push
Kush
They took
A hook and dropped it at the center of my mind
Find
Kind
Speed up
In order to rewind
Defined but no definition exists
Swing
Miss
Cartoons like Heathcliff
Beats lift
Soul shifts
And now I sift through all that I've known and all that I know to really be true
Coming through
Never knew
Who are you
What did I do to end up here at this point
Double joint
Just two points your foot was on the line
Behind
Confined
My time can't be defined by simple words
Chords
Vice Lords
Using swords to slice up and peel
Conceal
Reveal
My hands are now off of this wheel
About to fall over the edge
Ledge
Tonight I make my final pledge to never write again in such a tight space
Trace
Face
Show me your hand
Damn, you had the King and Ace
Pace
Displaced
Words coupled with meaning allow you to travel to another line
Look at my picture, that light is mine
Close your eyes and the darkness sets in and now you're blind

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Image

I am my fathers son
In the end he and I are one

I am my fathers son
As he smiles, my voice echos in jubilation
It doesn't matter what the situation
Even in humiliation, I can feel his smile

I am my fathers son
My heart waits for beat breaks, which beat then break the clouds away
His beats used to break the same way
His past is now my present today

We've both walked in the light and hidden in the gray
We've both ventured to the top of mountains only to see what the fountain of life holds
Cold, it's all so true
That when one sees me, they inevitably see you, dad, coming through each step, each thought; sometimes I whisper in the dark in order to hear your voice come back to me and tell me that I'm ok

You see, today I realized that I am my fathers son
I sing and hum
He no longer whistles because I never learned to keep a tune
He holds his words and that's what I've learned to do
Crazy, fanatic, I've rolled around and come out with all this static and I can't seem to cling to anything substantial
My father wipes me off, sits me down and then brings the wisdom that I so lack

I can't keep track of time
So my father is there to remind me
I can't see where, I'm headed
So my father is there to help guide me
For how long I don't know
But when I look at the mirror, it's not my face but his image which shows

Monday, June 8, 2009

Snatched...

Road blocks have been set up in my mind
I type, I think, but I can't seem to transfer these into ink
So I continue to sink deeper into this gridlocked mental traffic

No compassion, no justification
Just the simple realization that my mind has gone off on the run
And had an affair with my thoughts

The reason I know this is because I've been waiting for days now to see her
My thoughts being her that is....

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Maker of Thought

One, two, buckle my shoes
Moving through life like, "Whatcha gonna do"
Moving through life like, "I cannot stomach you"
Caught the flu, about to catch the vapors
Traitors, ultimate penetrators in the cover of the night
It's the light
It can be real if you're traveling by candlelight
It's all so bright
Distraction, distortion
Babies cryin', mothers seeking abortions
Here's the notion
Sex leads to life
Fallin' on my knees, my prayers lead me to Christ
And yours can be Allah, Buddha, or more

I came through the door and saw a dude straight kissin' my girl
Me, I got what you need, but I've always been a friend
And that's what I'll be in the end
Oh baby, just maybe I can figure this out
I'm stuck on this couch, I can't move
I'm about to detonate and I can't find the fuse
In the end, you win and I lose
Choose to stand on one side or another
Choose to allow yourself to rediscover life

Everything is going to be alright, everything is going to be alright now
Take a bow
You're the best supporting actor and the crowd says, "WOW"
How did you do that, where did you go
How much of this real, how much of this is for show
Here's my heart, measure its contents and stamp it best of show
Now you know that I move through dark circles only to bring the light
Now you know that every morning I wake, I pray that I do right

In the still of the night, I held you, I held you tight
You weren't mine and that's for sure
I promise I'll quickly let you go and the you that I speak of is me
And the me that you read are my insecurities indeed
Take heed, stampede the whole world has fallen to their knees don't get trampled
New samples, new disease, new cuts on un-scraped knees

I plant trees, next to seeds, I capture the sun, I fan the breeze
So please join with me....

And teach the young that they can breathe

J. Dilla Tribute ft. The Armen Nalbandian Trio, Ms. Soulflower, and Fashawn

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Lost Planet

There has been a new forensic find
It was unearthed on the other side of my mind
Hidden away throughout all of my time
No parallels thus no lines
The darkness was vast, its terrain never before traversed
Each step taken was new, there wasn't time for this dance to be rehearsed
A purse was paid
A song was played
There were new memories to be made
But they were all to be made after this find...

I walk alone, I'm looking at you and I tell you that I truly walk alone
The thoughts in my dome, they are mine
The dreams and wishes that I have, these cannot be defined
So you see I myself have been confined
I've been confined to this time, this place, these eyes, this face
The clock on the wall it tick, tocks, tick, tocks

You see today there has been a new forensic find
This find has lead researchers to the back of my mind
The back of my mind is where they find that time has stood still forever
The dinosaurs and early man still roam
The Indian and immigrants both have homes

In the back of my dome they find riches unknown to the everyday man or woMan
It's more like WHOA, man

So now I try to WHOA, men and women alike
So now I try to feed the world the biggest slice of life
I light my thoughts on fire so others can see my light
I'm burning
I'm burning with the desire to take over this place
I'm burning with the desire that soon people will recognize this face
This face of change and want
I want to change, I want others to want
Want to be the best at whatever it is someone is telling you, you can't have, you can't do
I want to tell others simply this
"I'll do me and I'll let you simply do you"

Today there was a new forensic find
Today there was a key found which opened my mind

The looks of black faces, running races so they can finish
One, two, and three
The looks of hope which were once hung on a tree
Before there was thought of you and before there was thought of me

A great man once told me to pray and push
So tonight I pray for no more teachers no more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Tonight I pray for peace
Tonight I pray that my soul will slay the beast which lays wait on the darkest part of my mind
Tonight I pray that I will push on
Tonight I pray that I will hold on
A new song
I sing

Tonight I pray that silence will silence this thing
This new found find, which sits on the other side of my mind
Quietly waiting for its discover, recovery....

6 Shots

Tonight all of my dreams have been replaced
Feelings of hate and malice race across my lips
I've been stripped/tripped
But you've forgotten to deliver the last blow
Instead you leave me lying here
And my emotions, begin to die slow

There's no medal or honor that you can win
You, like so many others, smile and pretend
I caught your presence your spirit in the wind
There was a time not too long ago, when I actually considered you to be a friend

But tonight I lay here in the dark
Bleeding, my words are bleeding on these pages
My thoughts have become contaminated with a plague
Now these words seem contagious, it's so outrageous to think
That soon I'll close my eyes and thus begin to sink
Sink into a place where I've been before
A place where the harsh realities of this world won't matter anymore

One is in the chamber and a click away
Two is in the chamber and with a quick prayer I pray
Three is in the chamber with hopes that one and two fail
Four is in the chamber to assure that this pain won't prevail
Five is in the chamber just for no other reason
Six is in the chamber just to prove that my bags were packed and I was set on leaving.....

No need to hang on, this is the end
Broken perhaps but I couldn't bend

Friday, January 16, 2009

Zippo

I refuse to be abused any longer
There's a sense of hunger, which cries from within
So I feed him with a constant supply of knowledge and wisdom
I'm never losing vision of all around me

Some scream because they think they've found me
Look again

You see my village is under siege so now I seize the chance fight back
I seize the chance to attack the strongholds of the untold men and women who walk around with blindfolds
I seize the chance to attack those who see in only white and black
I'm fighting back
I'm fighting to take over your minds and your color pallets in order to paint a new song
Today you'll find me singing songs of yesteryear which fell on the ears of those who didn't want to sing along

So check it, the question is why are they now singing OUR songs
I sit in a dark room but I can see the light
I can feel its warmth
I can tell it's bright
In the end it's us who walk among the DEAD in the brightness of the night

"Shine your lights ya'll"....

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Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Fashawn, Alchemist, and Evidence

So I'm not a kid anymore but it was DOPE to be on stage during this particular show! More videos to come...

My Gaza Dream

Children prayed
Bullets sprayed, in the buildings right up the block
Muslim rocks
Christian knots
Gaza is getting hot

Morning yawns
Dropping bombs, what seem light worlds away
Corporate greed
Nations need, to fight just to stay

Dropping bombs
Crying moms, nowhere to bury their seeds
Awkward cries, babies lay beneath the rubble and debris
A world at loss
No one to toss, a white cloth in to call it quits

Sinking ships
Targeted hits, bullets just learned to fly
Distant glow
No info, we're all being told a lie

Fallen dads
It's all so sad, two more rocks hit the sand
Unarmed man
Holding hands, this is his final stand

Families hug
Pull the plug, this is what we have to do
Gentile or Jew
Whoever knew this what it's all about

Giant hand
Tries to fan, the flames which won't go out
Masses shout
"Is this what it's all about"

On their knees
Countless seeds
Ready to be heard

Spread the word
Shepherd-less heard
Allowed to roam free
Last decree
Can't bother me
A Bush says to the land
Diggin sand
Contra bands
You've ruined our once great land

Atom bombs
Holding on, just a push away
Coming soon
The glorious doom, all sins are washed away

Sit and look
World is shook
Common ground can't be found

You're chasing tails
You're going to fail
The fox says to the hounds

In a flash
Life's final dash
Is ran across the screen

Folding arms
Another bomb, the smoke can't be seen
An evolution
Perhaps revolution is staring us in the face

Warm embrace
Gentle face, I'm sorry but I must go
Rubbing hands
Mixed with sand, I must fight for what I know


Rise and fall
Resurrect the wall
Knocked down
It firmly lies
Two shots ring out
Body drops to its knees

Monday, January 5, 2009

Doubtful

You didn't want to endorse our team
You said our idea would only be a blip in time you see
So now I'm holding time, you see, right in front of your face so you can see
Without your doubt we wouldn't be able to...
Dream so clearly and fully

Feels Like

So this is what it feels like
The wind in your face, speed with no brakes
So this is what it feels like
Feeling warm at night, the moon's moonlight
So this is what it feels like
The touch of your skin, let the journey begin
So this is what it feels like
Your voice in the air, the mic is right there
So this is what it feels like
The masses raisin' their hands, two or three grand
So this is what it feels like
The rain in your face, no umbrella to brace
One has to keep runnin' the race at such a frantic pace
Because this is what it feels like
When you come off of the high, you see you're not the same guy
So this is what it feels like
A thousand pairs of eyes reading and wondering why

They never feel like...

Gotta find this on your own
It's a feeling so grown
Please tell me what it feels like....

Not Done Yet

The ingredients said to just add a little love
So I took a handful and mixed it in
I stirred, stopped, and started again

The ingredients said to add a little self
So I took out the knife and carved a little of me up
Measured it correctly and dropped it in the cup
I stirred, stopped, and started again

The ingredients said to add a little pain
So I grabbed my heart, some thoughts, and past memories which needed to be strained
I squeezed them all together
I stirred, stopped, and started again

The ingredients said to bake these all together
Just then I noticed that the Creator of this dish was all too clever
So I stirred, stopped, and started to perfect myself all over again....

I Thought

I thought I knew but you guessed it, I don't
I thought we moved to the same groove but we don't
You see, my feelings about you have been sort of a front
By front, I mean that they stand in front of me like a mirror to a wall
I'm looking at myself but I'm not liking me at all
That's me talking to the mirror and not the wall
I've hit a wall

You see, I thought I knew you but you guessed it, I don't
I watch you slide in and slide out
Man, I know what you're all about
And at times, you seem all about
But all you're trying to do is figure me out

You see, you and I might truly be in the same boat
But the difference is one of us stays humble, while the other chooses to boast
So tonight I offer up a toast to you
I hope my words are ringing through like a shot in the dark
I'm standing with the lighter about to spark fire to your dry sense of humor
That's what pen is saying to the paper...

I thought I knew you but the problem is I don't know myself
I think I do but in reality I'm trying to be too cool, for you
I'm running to hide now
I'm running out of time now

If there's one thing I know it's this
I took a shot and missed
I held you tight and kissed all of my chances away
I'm looking upwards to find the words to say
Hmmm... the sky is gray and it's going to pour on us today

I thought I knew you but in the end I don't
I thought I knew you
I thought I
Knew you
New you
I thought
I new
I
But...