Monday, April 5, 2010

Tangent: A Radical Narrative

I am capable of some crazy things, but my faith refrains me.
Sustains me from the tick tock so i don't go boom,
retributions will round the corner soon.
Il take the undertaker under ground
and give him a tour of darkness with no sound.
because i am capable of it.
I have felt so low that i could scrape the corns off the devils feet
metaphorically feeling a pistols heat
ready to unleash
unleash a darkness inside me as a utensil
let me sketch it wit a mental pencil
pain scrapes together creativity
hurt from love with no immunity
im starting to get in a zone like a 2-3
developing personas and alias's so the fire ain't revealed in me
rabid dog wit a mouth foamin
zoning while lost souls moanin
burnin from that acid semen from the devils demons
nobody wants to see a beast
cuz the world is a platter and everyone that lies on it is part of the feast
felines in heat
those who prey on the weak
tourchin the globe wit flame from the young and old
my heart beats with unconditional love
but beware of the blackness that it's capable of
celebrate the celibate?
no we tease em for the hell of it
society distinctively pessimist.....

that’s all i got right now

My Black

MY BLACK
They say a white mans yes is a black maybe
I've been feelin it more and more as a black lately
Some might look and find the black tasty
made evident in history by the mixed rape baby
mixed wit cream and dark to make some masters crazy
Generations later it somehow made the black man lazy
The black man who can't seem to decipher the meaning of "Lets be hasty"
All the while tryin to decipher why "they" hate me

White men and white women pretty much all hate me
Hispanic cats and their hispanic mami's yea some hate me
My sistas yea with a passion they hate me
Not to mention the other me's, the ones that look like me, sound like me, run like me, dance like me, pray like me, even been chased like me...seems they even find ways to hate me

Using the black as an excuse to be lazy is crazy
For every 100 whites that hate me, one will help save me
for every 100 mami's that hate me, maybe one won't be able to find enough praise to equate me
for every 100 sistas that hate on me, maybe at least ten will have compliments they will wanna throw straight on me
For every 100 of my brothas to hate on me maybe at least 15 will show me the true meaning of black unity

I got a strong backbone at the south of me
though it may not be recognized by society as a majority
I respect those who respect me I encourage those who encourage me
though it may only be a minority
as for the majority I pray to the most high to touch their heart
so we all can make love to my Black
so I can give the love right back and walk side by side step by step in united harmony

The Realm of the Unmasked Righteous

Unmasked Righteous?? What do you mean by that?... Well.....

It's not to be afraid to do the right thing
To have enough courage to admit your mistakes
To help someone when they cannot help themselves
To know when to stop helping someone so they CAN help themselves
It's not in tha music you listen to
It's what you take from it
Does it touch your soul?
Does it enrich your spirit?
Will it do the same for others that will hear it?
It's not in how you dress
but if you're comfortable in your skin
and knowing that there is a line to cross
but thats you're own conviction within
It's not in tha car you drive
Or how much money you have
but how faithfull you are in the fruitfullness
that will be given from above
It's to see that you're more
than whats behind your respective stereotypical door
To dare to be different
To learn not to give excuses
To breathe with an intent on more than survival
but to breathe with the purpose of satisfying longevity
To know when to say no
It's knowing that you won't always make tha right decision
It's embracing FORGIVENESS
It's knowing when to move on

IT'S NOT BEING AFRAID TO ACKNOWLEDGE GOD
through good and bad
sickness and health
till death and beyond
Cuz you see its a marriage
of your spirit and tha most high
and know that we're all a work in progress
and that the evils of this world WILL die
Realizations of these things is what it means to be UNmasked.
Realizations of these things is what it means to be Righteous.

Step into the Realm...
Sword and Sheild

Sunday, April 4, 2010

I Choose You

Well it seems to me that my soul has found its mate
but your heart seems reluctant to participate
cuz when i look in your eyes all I see is dispair
and you look into mine like what we shared was never there
So lady I jus look at it as if you don't care
But when i wanna creep u say "Don't take it there"
Confusion is makin me take ten steps back
but before i trip on the curb u scream "Come Back!"
Maybe we should've thought of this before the penetration
thought of all this confusion and all this complication
cuz all this turmoil is leading to my aggrivation
but through it all i kno u are my lasting inspiration
I kno in my heart we did it for a reason
This type of love is forever not jus for a season
so imma be here for you always you kno i ain't leavin
so i'm jus gone let it go and keep on believin
that what we doin is right, worth all the fightin
worth all your tears and the words that i'm writing
Cuz ur my bestfriend u kno we chained close forever
no matter tha cost or the problem we get through it together
We got somethin that can only b labled as unique
Unbreakable, beautiful and harder than concrete
So if love is blind, and some say thats true
I'll walk around in tha dark and still choose You

Base and Extension

All I've ever wanted to do…was find you
A wise man told me that happiness is best when shared
One can be happy alone but when shared can't be compared
Now you have me like an Old Testament lamb
A sacrifice… not only will I, but I will become one
I lay on my stomach
So u can walk on my back
So your feet won't get dirty
When I stand, you climb on my shoulders and look toward the clouds
Reaching up to the Sun, which is shining so bright
shining because of the SON
Without you I wouldn't be able to reach as far
I am your base and you are my extension
2 stacked as 1
When I need rest you ease off my shoulders to relieve the pressure
Only to press on them slightly in ways to make them re live their pleasure
Your feet on top of mine, still not feeling the grounds worth
I will never let them touch the dirt, cuz now I represent your earth
The breath from your lungs fills mine as you become the source of my air
All made possible by the creator of all things
I grab your hips and lift you off the ground
You wrap you legs around my waist
Chest to chest, eye to eye, lips to lips, and hearts adjacent
My heartbeat quickens and so does yours, as if racing for a finish
Then they beat stride to stride as come to the line with a photo finish, tied up forever