In The Ozone

Beginning Of The Revelation

another hate crime

these times

a glimpse of hell

invisible fires on the realm

Emanuel is weary, his fury

even the church ain't safe

stray rounds on Holy ground

this can't be life, this isn't right

racism back in the spotlight

this world of devastation

at the beginning of the revelation

After The Storm(Praise For A Recent Blessing)

storm came to a norm

mystic sky

these hands formed

and than raised, cry with praise

gave patience a toast

and than I await the next storm

Dream Chaser

my patience developed into it's strongest maturation

my hope learned to cope

my ambition departed wishing

my longevity states clarity

my endurance is influence

my purpose is worth it

my focus deviates from distraction

my passion demonstrates action

my faith breaks shackles

my mind separates axles from tires

my direction steers to it's desires

a restraint on negativity

confine it's activity entwine with liberty

my energy is full of grenadine

Dear Sleep

I know we aren't seeing eye to eye

deepest apologies

if you can't understand why

just accept the affair with I and work

I needn't the stress

we're working on our birth of success

Outside The Glass

this envy that won't die

no matter how hard I try

this glass

everyday it gets harder to pass it by

I'm it's number one fan

for hours I'll stand and just browse

so aroused in it's opera

quite the window shopper

Spaceship Bars(Another Level)

focused with or without a soul around

I still stand my ground

with my hands to the clouds

my vision keeps me motivated

my ambition will not be amputated

sleep deprivation

infatuation with my dreams

gold robes

seated on top of the globe

isolated, no team

the world cannot and will not hold me down

the crown is front of me

mold into a poet scientist, gravity won't interrupt my appliance

elevate into the astronomy

dissect webster

I don't strive to be equal

zig zag the sequel

you can't comprehend my lethal bars

in flight, mingle with satellites and the shining stars

aroused by orbits, you can't absorb it

I'm in different corridors

metaphors clearly off the barometers

miles away by several kilometers

Back In The Days

when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

needeed permission to explore sex education

now it's impreagnation at twelve

oh how I sit and wish I was a kid again

when people actually cared and never had

to pretend to be your friend

somewhere on God's green earth we failed

when the universe was a bit more kind

the adolescents never sassed or they we're gashed

anywhere and time into a blind state

back when daughters were somewhat safe

where as today intercourse wasn't heavily endorsed

and an curfew was reinforced

and I remember when

I remember way back than

when them boys used to rock them parts

when cuts was a form of art

hightop fades, rat tails, lines on the left side as well

which was said it represented delinquency

embarrassed with the foodstamp books

in which mama used with a frequency

church seven days ...

Vision For The Youth

entrepreneurship and dreams

diligent hands

an endeavor to build a promise land

not talking triple beam and fish scale

escort peace to the realm

mold adolescents, mentor sessions

where these fathers needed to be

clean up the debris

stand in the gap

rap and athletics isnt the only exit

it's why I work hard to heighten every segment of my life,

place an indictment on sickening stereotypes

Why Can't Freedom Ever Love Us?

if we were only blind to color

to solemnly love thy brother

we all bleed red

this constant blood shed is senseless

it's endless

why can't I walk out my door defenseless

why should we feel quarantined

hold hands with the AR fifteen

fear the ones who swore to protect

why can't peace ever stick around

a short appearance than wave and neglect

why are we forever bound to the chain gang?

when did freedom ever rang?

Summer Summer Summer

dog days, birds fly, sky rage

autumnal equinox

body detoxification

crustaceans beneath the boardwalk

the creaks under the feet

sandcastles

life's hassles blowing in the summer breeze

rattled nerves drowned in Sangria

watching the curves on Maria

at the butt of the day

the swing and sway in the hammock

it's a beautiful sunset