Enthrall (Repost) got these broken wings
I don't know why
I never could fly
I never wished for
such a thing
so many others dream
so many others sing
I wish and I wish on
other things
like we all, wakeup
at the same time
How bout that?
we can all celebrate
you...know have a good time
fun, without, someone
getting beside themselves
pulling out a gun
killing another mothers son
or someone's baby girl, we'll just
sit around talking about
what we're going to do
with all the wealth
sadly the mule has died
of natural causes
but, there's plenty of
acres and homes to be had
now if I could just, find that
genie, I got a few more to
settle the score |
It Gets Messy waiting for something I want hope and wish to happen is like watching a mouse hole real close while holding a bat |
On The Heels Of The Sun a Butterfly abandons her egg her offspring is left behind without a mother to cling to some would think doomed from the start giving into our circumstance is refusal to change everyone gets a chance a Caterpillar cannot transform into a Butterfly if it die before its/it's time the light is often taken off the Caterpillar and shown on the Butterfly the mother of a Caterpillar is a Butterfly she gives birth to the one who is destined to transform she's the one who gives birth to change
the Caterpillar is one who comes out the dark into the light where one come from does not determine where one will end up |
The Ripple (Repost) trying hard is not trying hard enough enough
we have to
put faith in the sun
that it will shine again
even when the sky is gray
everything around us falls apart
as long as our heart is beating
we're not defeated nor are we destroyed
something goes wrong
we must be strong
it won't be long hold on here we go
back to the dome
in some form or another
if you're with someone
then you got each other
if we build our foundation strong enough to float
how can we go under
let lightening strike
we're made of thunder
take a sip from the power within
put the cup down
raise the pen
we write to win
this is a conquest
not a contest
a inkwell of consciousness
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Nov 5 my distaste for voting season is people act like their talking to children telling them don't forget to brush their teeth asking them did they wash their hands telling them what they should do what they need to do what they have to do people act like they get paid to remind grown folk to vote who's going to know you did if they didn't see you do it |
Hush It Up (Repost) m whispering quietly~~~ trying not to waken the beast taking away, what happiness we saved, my black...ness is all I have, you might laugh but it's enough for me wouldn't want to be any other nationality, created most hated so proud of the people though we may be fading in a fleeting moment victims of unlawful and illegal occultic underhanded dealings the truths that are being revealed has reached out and killed many in hidden colors there are some who read the fine print, those who do not fear the number 13 know the underlined truth in the Amendment though I may shake a bit like an aftershock after a California earth quake trembles, my hands are steady my finger are not to nimble to quietly tap the tree, give my people dap empowering them to empower others this is how we can will and still glean
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Making You A Fiend Made Me Your Habit I made you up to keep me company when I was lonely I made myself believe you were real when it was time to let you go you grew too strong to kill I moved on and you are still tagging along making me feel like I'm wrong to make myself believe you gone when you are still holding on |
Elevated (Repost) How high am I to feel so good
How high am I to touch the sky
How high am I to forget my pain
How high am I to think that I 'm sane
How high am I to accept and not complain
How high am I to stand uncovered in the rain
How high am I to not feel a thing
How high am I to sit staring out into space
How high am I to run slow thinking I'm winning the race
How high am I to forget what happened yesterday
How high am I to say fuc it to everything
How high am I to act as though I'm invincible
How high am I to think I'm indispensable
How high am I to see clouds in a clear blue sky
How high am I to believe that I could fly
How high am I to believe everything is going to be alright
How high am I
I'm not high enough
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Blood In The Plan life in the project growing up too fast rushing the process mom on poison dad in prison outside the set opposition no bread no milk no butter no eggs in the kitchen roaches in the sink with the dishes love loss best friend dead broken pieces shards of thoughts cut deep
noise in the hall black mold behind the wall sleeping on a dirty spread weeping words on a rap pad
freedom of speech on
a rap beat dreams of being hood rich wake up in a rap beef signature on a contract
name on a wrap sheet trying to compete out the mud in the dirt bathing in blood on concrete hard to get out the stains spots on the brain street life hard to wean the fame feelings on opioids to cope with the pain eyes of flame
heartbeat on lean crime on the rise bells chime clockd strike murder time life in chain life on trial judge shouts "LIFE" then smiled back to the cell sit in jail living in hell it's a weeping shame but who gone cry for the child in the d*ck in the bootie house screaming "LET ME OIT" |
Wrote A Poem About It (Repost) In every blessing there’s a lesson to learn
If there’s truly a hell, chances are I might burn
Like an oracle my speech is rhetorical
Too sharp to be blunt I like to shock
Just to see the reactions old enough
To be old fashion fought a lot of wars
Seen a lot of action been a victim of
A fatal attraction buried a lot of friends
Bodied a few foes dreaded up my fro
Silver follicles blue jeans distressed
Sometimes looking a mess how I feel
Is how I dress once had a page on
Black Planet admins tore it up coz
They couldn’t stand to see my numbers
up subject on injustice and this world
being corrupt talking about some stuff
somebody wanted me to shut up
had a huge following with massive hits
still got it but had to vibe a little differently witted |