Intonational Incantations

That line of coke snorted 

that pipe sparked 

I'm so addicted to being an addict 

just to add more diction..hopefully this is well crafted

I hope these lyrics recreate a reflection 

… 

As I let you in

Lyrical assailant

Verbal pilot

These words should steal your attention

a literate pirate..

As I use this to steal some of your time 

and moisten to most private, privates 

,,,,of your sanities 

As I begin: 

When you lay your head on me

I try and listen for your heartbeat 

If you are still, as nervous as the first time

….or if it has completely stopped as if it beat the last time.

Grim reaper screaming motherfucker take my hand

My sister were her brothers keeper, but could never play her hand 

I gave up on religion, until I started contraband

Hail Mary's strained my eardrums when the yellow cab crashed

the roof removed and replaced by the sky

The bruises and black eyes 

Covered by a mask of make-up 

And a smile as a disguise

The lies to the loved ones

The struggle for a daughter and a son

Dead at a early age 

From him

The virus that beat her life away

The eyes of a woman swollen 

At the end she tried to leave

But with broken legs she can't even creep 

Yet alone walk with. 

and here I should end this

But after another sniff this ink because to find the words themselves and 

I began to abandon all hope of ever dropping my pen..

My ink began to ejaculate.

with semen as words 

I began to create: 

To court her you'd need to hit a line, 

and still manage to have the asshole in you, 

to arrive, 

on time.

Pay for her past bullshit that travels... a land before your time

Crack, helps you deal with shit like this

Be careful, she is addictive.

You will be wanting to get up and leave, and stay to see her smile

It is Highly afflicting

Can not fuck her physically, so you commit it mentally

metaphorically eating her pussy until she claws at your brain and screams, 

to inject her, with the only elixir she knows that could fix her.

She does not understand why 

Why I'm quiet when she has desired conversation. 

I just need confirmation…

that I can shit without constipation

..here is where the death of millions, but one is waiting.

Have you ever laid in a corner and looked up at the ceiling?

Wonder what would you do, if you were boxed in?

Caged? 

Enraged?

All you can do is put on a play

Act well behaved so you can escape and inflict rage

upon a baby..that innocence 

Tracing back my steps to remember the first time we met

You touched my heart and made it stop...

Everything paces itself whether we like it or not

Trapped in dimensions where the created kill the creator and his images

My mentor is beginning to become what they consider demented 

Unreleased but, no relief from these streets

My mind is tremendously relentless

So I hit this last line..and hopefully you can keep pace this last time:

When brown became the new black,

Light skin became the right skin.

Skinny became the new fat,

These became the new facts.

Even the president is a percentage that

Don't let hate split your ribcage 

Behave and get your life straight

Something familiar to what our elders use to say.

It's said man does not live on bread alone

His hopes and dreams fuel him on the long road alone

He rode to the destinations 

Where he can lay and retire in restitution 

Moving from the birth when limbs allowed 

Forced to bowed to his beliefs 

As what he regarded as relief is released in his then queen

Just to succeed to the seed 

In her indigestion

Now digest the rest of his thought feeling unrested

Mind constantly tested its moral limits 

Believing only the Gods of men have a conscious small as any

That's the only way he can phantom why his God allow him to live the way life is

In the shower I shed a tear

Thinking about what is at hand

Knowing one day soon, 

I won't be able to wipe his or hold him near

I pictured the next time I see him

Me, telling him daddy loves only God above you

Then confirming he understands 

I imagine him saying I'm his hero

Something I know would never escape his mouth

...that sorrow 

because to him, heroes walk around in masks and tight clothes

Damn.

Just an empty space behind these eyes

I've already witnessed my demise

Living in third person

Viewing, what now I only realize

I guess that's why they say everyone has 20/20  vision in hindsight

…So I take one last whiff my nose completely in it..

Knowing, that tonight..

this addiction..

is just the beginning... 

Shoot the Messenger N Send a Clear Message

Hip hop poet

Provocative verbalism

Is my religion.

Anyway life dish it out 

I'm giving it

My words cut so deep

I can let my soul seep 

Literary activists

Have stories to tell

Most of us grew up bastards

Recognize struggle

From within the rumble

we still grew up well

Is the government creating the public hells?

or is it us relying on them to make us well?

The deeper my thoughts sink

The more you'll want me

To explain my frame of mind

The pictures are all sublime 

Your spine tingle with each rhyme

I guarantee after this you'll be mines

The head bang is insane when the flow keep flowing

The cypher of the poets stem from several empty bottles of Moet

The development of this eloquent conversation and the direction it's going

Subjected to cover mutilated morals then...

expand to the multicolor of defense, a nation goes from white to red in a matter of seconds 

when lyrical bombs become present from an influential presence

It's a fiasco when one say Barack is a terrorist

or when it became common to invite criminal advocacy in the home of the president

So I say Lupe for king 

Push Common for residence

Because its obvious some things are amidst when we free child killers 

Or what about lawlessness of the legal system commends

the execution of Afro-decent victims

I believe Michael Jackson doctor should of used Kasey Anthony jurors 

He would a gotten off and kept is business in order.

In order to beat me you have to be willing to die yourself

My thoughts are sick I'm in great health

Trying for sympathy in the streets,

is like reaching in the stomach of the belly of a beast

I can tell you a few stories being raised by the east

I've witnessed some things that'd make Fat Albert not want to eat

Bastards raised by the streets 

The coldest winters they carried the only source of heat

Cause the projects were a project by the Roth-childs that loved feasting on the weak

You can either live your life or live a lie

You can either challenge each question 

Contest every request or enjoy the ride

You can't do both and don't think twice 

cause either way there's dark and light

I can't even stop writing

Its like I found a new vice

My words crawl around my head as if it were lice 

I stay hungry for success like I only consume rice

I can't quit now matter how many times I fail,

I never fail to try.

The Smutty Prestige

The moats of Moscato

Life at full throttle

I realized it was going it to far, 

the day I was handed a half empty pill bottle. 

Laughing, they said it caused cotton mouth

What facade I built of me during the day

Organization and reverence;

was sure to crumble when night came to play.

I was lured by what lurked in the shadows

A place where everything but light held consul

The only judgment there was.... 

Was!

If her coochie or head was bested by her best friend 

and if so..Then, invite her in

Lesbians, who were as confused as ever still loved the insertion of a man 

But that's just the things that happened 

I didn't care to understand

This was what I thought was considered be the man 

Party all night, work all day

Long live the life of no future, 

But who really wants to dies today?

We see the effects of it resting in the doorways and the side streets presently. 

Begging God for change.

I barely escaped unscathed

The memories are enough to leave me dazed and amazed 

My memory fades fast these days

Probably from abusing it with the fumes of the stuff set ablaze 

Its interesting, the same things that kills you keeps you alive.

It did for me. 

Drunken Ambition

Painting: Son of Man 

I try to stay focused

move forward

The people who tend to hold me back are the experiences 

that seem to push me forward...

When concerned about my goals,

I'm after the gold;

There's a story that is to be told:

About a man who is old

Well old enough

To know when enough is enough.

Opportunities that elude….

is not possible!

There is no way the story would conclude with the demises of survival 

No! means no, theoretically...

But really means not yet, dealing with certain realities…

especially when you are as diligent as Wile E. Coyote 

There's a difference
You have to know when it means go harder than anyone did to achieve it 

Bet; on yourself and don't lose hope

Learn your way around the buckle when your back is against the rope

Adapt, float along the current 

Currently I'm incoherent 

You can only fail if you don't believe it

So I do not understand it 

Why sleep if It is not to dream it? Lucid.

After you rest, get up stretch and reach it

My determination is as dangerous as the devil 

The temptation: the flavor of red velvet 

soft as satin, 

Something only Satan keeps in his chamber 

I threw out the bible 

Don't ask about my crucifix 

I purposely misplaced it 

My moral compass only points to my targets 

I'm a bull in the pin and all endeavors are charged at 

Then she notices and likes it,

becomes attracted 

I love the law of attraction 

If I want it I already have it 

I just pray the drapes match the carpet

If so we soar as high as Jasmine and Aladdin

Either destiny or a distraction

..hold on..

In bold captions:

Now I'm going to wake up and make this happen…

Residuals

At birth life handed me options 

To come out with significance or an expiration date

At three life again gave me an option

To live with decay or throw it away

With heaven aide it seems like the past played with the strings of destiny 

Destroying everything that made me 

From my cousin in the closet

About being a compulsive fire starter 

Until she started a fire in the closet she hid in

To my eldest brother walking out on my mother when my father beat her

Leaving a feeble girl as our family protector

God then developed a sense of humor

Because the same man that constantly threatened to kill her

if she leaves him;

developed symptoms that told him his time would soon expire 

The effective aide, AIDS have 

A family cured of a monster while it spread one amongst us

This irony killed the hierarchy 

Time passed and so did everything around me 

I was standing still and witnessed everyone fall about me 

Then someone woke me and spoke one day I'd live to rule

As long as I paid attention to rules

Though nothing comes easy 

I traveled from orphanage to home 

And back numerous times

Ridiculed for belonging to no one

I fostered a hatred as a foster child

Self-control created an uncommunicative mind state 

a cynical self-absorbed hate  

My self-hatred inflated 

Preservation deflated 

I learn to run 

And hide

I learn to live outside,

And inside my mind

I became the ruler of my world 

And broke all the rules I was forced to follow

I took to the night 

Because light was to heavy to swallow

I tried to drown the sorrow

I guess the water was to shallow

……

Then a blessing was born in fallow 

emotions swarmed me;

To much to bottle.

I now speak with a different tune

however at times revert to the old melody 

… my cup of tea, this is what keeps me until morning, writing.

Home Cooked

When the selfishness subsides

I am a willing man who only wish for my soul to rise

A mans man

But still I cry

Each tear for a defendants descendant  of the civil rights 

No cries come out just questions

Know the life lived isn't right

Wonder if they forgot what was fought so hard for

I waited a decade for my voice to become that of a renagade

A reconnaissance plan to rise up and retake mans…

brain.

The pain in our mothers eyes...

daily

as she rewatch her sons die

The mannerism is gangster

Manifestation: danger

For the daughters; which turn our future generations futile

The hardships of a partnership

With faith

I work greatly to create the mental space for his grace

He holds a vast place in my arteries

Specifically the main ventricle 

I treat hymns as instrumentals

Living along the lines of to many coincidentals

Its hard to steer clear

 when where I from…..

[                              ]

 its important to watch what creeps up in the peripherals. 

I'm from an area where love is scarcely spread and the language of trust is difficult 

I'm 22 statistically the (neighbor)hood should of swallowed me by now

Remembering not drinking at fountains,

 where water had NO COLORED ALLOWED signs around 

When violence is vibrant to the conscious it is uncommon to not yeild the pen but consequences created verbal artist

We, "writers"……...

 realized ink is the most powerful instrument way before Dr. King, Malcolm or Medgar

Inadvertently, inscribing the histories 

sprang mysteries of what if's

Planting,

Laying seeds in the mind 

I now realize why you can only become legend after you die. 

First Flight

Emotional boarders

Irrational separation rollercoasters

Trust issues hoarded upon ones shoulders

Dried up spring creeks

Time after time the weaker tends to weep

Heartbreaker

Heartless undertaker

Monsters

Nothing worse than us

Eyes Full of Mustard

Artwork By: Nadine Feinson

My promise is to you

Never misinterpret your youth

A romance, with success 

A fine bitch.

Roxanne in a red dress 

Let me be the first to address 

Those who feel their stance is to be put in front of me, I detest;

The slaughter house will welcome you with the rest,

well the rest of you

….

And to the rest of you 

Success has a sister but I'll never introduce you to her

Keeping my secrets to the sultans gold, is my goal 

Something I will uphold until I'm old 

This type of darkness consumes the soul, 

Though disguised with perfume 

The fumes fill your nostrils and confuse you,

You recognize familiarity because it's something you're use to

Trained to hit targets expertly

The only problem is 

The mindful can't change the heartless concepts exceptionally 

All Politicians have tried, some deception-ally 

But frequent frivolousness opted out personally 

I love..less each day, because as each hour drains,

The love of my life is somewhere out there passing away.

Thats the message of this 

No Pain

Just realizations

Death

the Funeral

Stay Awake 

The Eighth Sin

Bad religion!

I pray to God for forgiveness, 

There has been moments

I had the decision, and chose to commit it. 

In life my; Trials only help create my prison sentence.

I hope to Hell, in heaven I'm admitted

The sinner studies the bible

Verse by verse like play by play sports casters.

The importance of religion pushed on those less fortunate

the fortune of the rich, resists that type of "committed-ness"

but the same riches help create the image of God and it's diligences

I see the beauty in a broken flower

Just like I see the beauty in blown up towers

The commune of corruption

Life and its guilty indulgences

The stories behind your eyes

That fire. 

That eruption

The way you cling on to his words no matter how much it hurts

The presumptions…

…Your emotions,

Your brain, and its corruptions

It's the sea of sheets of color, that mesh

It's the global imprint, left on a persons flesh

I love this life, it fits me best

I realize words are power so my thoughts can't rest

I am willing to die for what I believe in 

I can never be complacent in life 

I'm always going to want more

That's the desire in me 

The fire in she:

Success, like the illegal tender;

Something we can't tend to submit to, or surrender.

Any emotional erosion

we presume may lead to commotion 

a conflict in series of interests

Pride seems to act as my mistress 

The raw passion of style 

Very interested

But uneducated

So I sat and meditated….

Trying to understand what separates

The man who almost killed himself trying from the dead who made it.

…………

It's obvious we are worried to much about the life we're living 

And not living life, while we're in it. 

The experiences we are trying to take from

we have to give something to get 'em 

Cake. (A Slice to Go)

The beat of the drum rises as early as the eastern sun

I stare at myself and demand change.

I starve myself socially and feed my mind mentally 

Now my mentality omnipotent,

when confronted by conformity;

Continually...

I choose to challenge proposed misconceptions prosing alternate realities 

In actuality you can kiss my ass! EACH CHEEK

Real Niggas!...

 tell me how they radically surpassed the expectations of their hood survival expectancy.

Congratulations to you Niggas. 

My Niggas!

I say it's because economically you're overlooked,

Repressed and complain your social class is overbooked.

I'm not impressed, 

try telling that to the 431 years of slavery. 

Breaking those chains,

Wasn't nothing, but bravery.

 But unlinking that past, to this present.

Has re-enslaved. 

I adamantly live for me. 

Le Mambo Italiano

If you fuck a girl right after the first time you meet her, 

Is she really yours? 

Should you really keep her?

Would you trust when she say its like you were meant to meet each other?

Be together?

…Only when you're together?

Then she trips on some bullshit and tells you its your heart she bleeds for

Stop playing these games

But you try to believe her.

Don't live in this fantasy where you

Want something real;

and not just another dame

I was just another who caught your eye 

Don't act like you're in awe for your first time

I won't act like it's mines

I can admit; we could of been great friends

But we chose to engage in this game.

But we let this shit prolong to long 

now here we are split like the tips or your hair

.....Rough ends 

Shit

I can talk about the sinking of this ship in sequence

It took some time to realize the words from your lips were lies

I can not believe that I surmised 

To the fact that it may have been different

I was wrong

Now I realize why

The fault is mines

I'm Willing to die for what I live for 

I can never be complaisant with you

I'm always going to want more

That's the desire in me 

The fire in moguls 

the drive of kings

Success; it's the illegal tender we can't tend to surrender 

This life is supposed to make a man out of a monster

Though the decisions I make are questionable 

It made these critics wonder what moral criteria may have gone asunder

What they don't get are the choices 

I choose to fuse perfectly with the life 

I choose....

The path I walk down have puddles of my blood on the ground 

Tyrant of my own portion 

The destination causes deflation of any emotional erosion

So I pray to God 

To be free.



Italian Version: 


Se si scopare un diritto ragazza dopo la prima volta che la incontri,
E 'davvero la tua?
Se davvero tenerla?
Vi fidereste di quando lei dire la sua come se dovevano incontrarsi?
Stare insieme?
... Solo quando siete insieme?


Poi i viaggi su alcune stronzate e si dice ai suoi il tuo cuore sanguina per lei
Smettila di giocare questi giochi
Ma si tenta di crederle.


Non vivono in questa fantasia in cui si
Vuoi qualcosa di reale;
e non solo un altro dame
Ero solo un altro che ha attirato la tua attenzione
Non comportarti come se fossi a bocca aperta per la prima volta
Non agire come le sue miniere
Posso ammettere, potremmo di stati grandi amici
Ma abbiamo scelto di impegnarsi in questo gioco.


Ma lasciamo questa merda prolungare a lungo
ora qui ci sono divisi come i consigli o tuoi capelli
..... Estremità grezzi
merda
Posso parlare del naufragio di questa nave in sequenza


C'è voluto del tempo per realizzare le parole tue labbra erano bugie
Non posso credere che ho ipotizzato
Per il fatto che può essere stato diverso
Ho sbagliato
Ora mi rendo conto perchè
La colpa è miniere
Sono disposto a morire per quello che io vivo per
Non potrò mai essere compiacente con te
Sono sempre di più andando a voler
Questo è il desiderio in me
Il fuoco in moguls
l'unità dei re


Successo: è l'offerta illegale, non può tendere ad arrendersi
Questa vita dovrebbe fare un uomo di un mostro


Anche se le decisioni che prendo sono discutibili
Ha fatto questi critici chiedersi quali siano i criteri morali potrebbe essere andato a pezzi


Quello che non ottengono sono le sceltie
Ho scelto di fondersi perfettamente con la vita
Scelgo ….
Il sentiero che percorro hanno, pozzanghere del mio sangue per terra
Tiranno della mia propria porzione
La destinazione di una deflazione provoca l'erosione emotiva
Così prego Dio
Per essere liberi.

Rho Leonis

Real recognize revolutionary,

Cowards walk around cautionary,

Those are the ones who keeps one in the chamber; 

Along, with stainless steel folded cutlery.

But these words cut as deep....

Change comes, customary.

In order to have a hand in the plan 

Each man should visit a library.

Education is real power!

To act upon the selfless deeds you think up....independently

Coordination seeks complexity

Each idea sought visionaries.

But careful!

Government seeks humanoid weaponry

For wars

Wars against our minds 

And to be born to the losing side 

Is there's a certain thing called 

Internal extremist?

We commit genocide on our own 

And scream victim.....

"The revolution will not be televised"

Why keep the cameras on 

When the acting stop

Justice unjustly costing 

Cops corrupt 

Even to say all blacks operatives 

Are uncooperative.... 

Still in reality only a handful act like animals.

And the opposition take terms into propositions

Trouble de l'opposition

Police performing their own prosecution

Tax fearing civilians executing children

There's no way

This line may feel like murder 

This rhyme may take my soul

I'd die to play the part

I'd succeed to live whole 

I'm an eclectic hip-hopper

Who burn ink until my eyes have me mistaken for a ebon Asiatic

I'm a lion who live uncaged and sporadicly iconic.

Driven;

I compare to something like a Socratic

My arts are drastic 

this part is past sick. 

I know artist who walk about with women who have men and love their ass licked" 

- A hit line from one of my favorite rhymes 

I remember when my preferred rapper was Busta Rhymes

Man, we live in changed times.

Aristotle meets Picasso

A poetically political visionary

I already have a picture in mind....

Being the best writer I know 

of this culture

These are just my thoughts.

DaGod6EE: First 48

                          

Da God 6EE First 48
INeverRapped2BCool Records 

Recently, I had the chance to sit down with "Da God 6EE"
  The Hip-Hop artist who hails from the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn, New York.
I only was able to manage a 10 minute interview(and snag a little snippet of the first video of "First 48")


SuckMyThought: Hey 6. I can Call you 6 right?

Da God 6EE: It's cool, Whats Up?

SMT: So I Just heard the "Story after the Story" and I know all the songs, all the lyrics; To me I sense a person who has gone through the struggle, who strives to succeed. Is that what you want your fans to see when the look at you as an artist?

6EE: It's not how I want me fans to look at me. I honestly don't do it for the fans approval. I'm NOT saying I don't appreciate my fans, because I do.

SMT: So, you just rap to rap?

6EE: C'mon if I rapped to rap...I mean you heard the content on the "Story Before the Story" thats me saying I'm not hear just to rap. I'm here to succeed. You didn't understand when I said "I don't do it for the fans" I'm like any other artist. My self-expression is through lyrics and a beat. If you give an artist a paint brush and leave him alone he's going to paint. You may not like it but he will, because it was for him to get. Same thing with me, if you give me a pen I'm going to write.

SMT: ok so you write according to what you feel?

6EE: I can't lie in my lyrics, cause I don't live a lie. If you every hear me talking about guns, I'm not shooting them, My content comes from experiences, things I've been through. If I don't know about it I don't talk about it.

SMT: So how much do you know about the struggle?

6EE: I live in Crown Heights, Uitca Ave. is right outside my door. My front door has been shot up.
My Mother has done the best she can to protect me for eighteen years. There are people I used to see everyday when I walked outside to going to Junior high and high school not make it in this hood.

SMT: So what can you say have been the best part of your musical career so far? 

6EE: My first open-mic performance. There was a crowd of about thirty people who had absolutely no idea who I was. The only people there was my sis and cousin and only one of my close friends. I went on nervous, but I fed off the energy for those people and I did my thing. By the end I had thirty more fans. So I would have to say performing in the best part.

SMT: At what point did you feel that people really start accepting you as an artist?

6EE: Well there are two major points so far that I can say. When I did a show at Syracuse University, and when I released "First 48" my first single.

SMT: Which was better? Like I know there had to be one that stood out?

6EE: Well each were special for different reasons. I used to attend SU and then left for a whole year before I went back to perform. That whole tear U was gone I stayed out of contact with most of my friend. So to see the amount of support I received from them was real touching. After that like almost two or three months I released "First 48" and it took off virally from blogs to Facebook to and twitter.
Just to see the reciprocation.

*Due to Limited time this is all of the interview. Thats only If this interview was real. I'm just a supporter of INeverRapped2BeCool. 

Exegesis

Using melody as a muse

Music has been the beat of my heart 

And tune, tones my desires

Amazingly all lyrics no matter 

the content, creates fire

I wanted to write a love poem 

Something of a sonnet

That every Shakespearean;
Commits to comparisons and comments

I use the desire of familiar fulfillment of family for procurement of this deed

The faith every wife shows for her Lord 

to succeed 

The need all men have to supplement the seed.

The love that binds, of love this divine

I wanted to write a love poem 

Something of a sonnet

That every Shakespearean;
Commits to comparisons and comments

Life of tenures

Accomplished winners 

Fate before its written 

Have faith and see it given

I wanted to write a love poem 

Something of a sonnet 

That every Shakespearean;
Commits to comparisons and comments

But I wrote this. 

A Desk and a Pen

No gimmick, just talent

I write. 

That's who I am

I move, thats what I do.

Gyrations; to souls who read my words

Reality, really fleeting speedily

While each word becomes what is physically seen in the mind 

once the eyes read.

I write. 

That's who I am 

Freeing feelings from my form.

To construct constitutional reform 

I'm black, then human later 

That's how life is viewed through the civil; racial saviors.

But my behavior is not based upon any racial pavers 

In fact I'm white to; 

so color is displaced in conventional conversation 

I'm a lyrical racist....

only against the way words are formulated; but to those who have minds as complacent as any 

I write.

That's who I am 

I'm going to write until it turns to food.

Then;

I'm going to write more,

profuse a feast of wonders.

I am an artist first!

I write what I have to say 

there are many today that do the same

its the hype for them

This is lament

and the blame is ment to reach those who blink and say I can do this.

God paid the prophets a visit and said you must hear me. 

God paid my dreams a visit and said what you write will be godly.

God and words have been good to me.

Being good was never enough for me. 

Survival, is the simplest form of sustainment to me. 

Domination, is the only thing that drives my urge to succeed

That's why I write.

That's who I am.

Great Rulers Are Not Dead

Damn!

I'm dreamin'

'lac leanin'

Eyes beamin'

Whilst gleamin'

Success screamin'

Wealth seeping'

This ain't come easy 

From back breakin'

Feet achin'

Hands shakin'

I done took my whipping'

One hundred times over 

Now it's over 

I took my time....

Grew older

Then...

Muscled up and bulldozered 

It's funny, real isn't the only one who recognize themselves......

so does the posers.

I am:

Artistic assistant to God! 

I design my future as I see fit 

Fitted in word that form in verse

That's falling out my mouth and  spawned the earth 

Birthed the seed that sprouted growth

I kept my oath to me 

Never sell for out anything 

I made it successfully;

Just because someone is reading... 

That's the power of literacy. 

The Power of imagery. 

Just A Fly Love Song

Something delicately simple on the surface to me

And honestly the dirt life throws on you 

Helped you flourished so beautiful

I'm into you

Heiress of the Nile

I want to style a while, in your life that is; 

Until we're departed from this realm

Though still reincarnate through others

like we live a helm of a lifestyle 

This is something I know that you would enjoy for much longer than a while 

sex sessions are just expressions at the peak when love leak though us 

so let me let me water your stem

grow with me 

and lets just be. 

Name our daughter Eternity.  

MUTE

Reminiscence

The lack of common sense 

I used to think of popularity back then 

To put restraints on what I do 

To say my words are not acceptable  

Because they dont please you.

Then for me to bend to your will;

just to see a smile on your face

I must have been out my mind 

Displaced.

I now where my mental stimulation lies 

at a gravesite 

where people whose rawness turn conformed dies

In spite 

My words are not the same overtime 

Every time I compose composition 

I know now why my soul is not in it 

To have to volume of my voice turned down to your choice 

Adamant! 

As a puppet or servant 

my voice as stayed inside me 

Doormat.....

for this tough act.

Now for no reason, but believing;

at a boiling point - I am forced brash reaction 

UNMUTE  

Young Voices

A young voice with old wisdom

A radical and a fan of Buddhism

A eye for style and a ear for detail

If our first president was black the national anthem would have been a field holler with some boom bap

The original hip hop

I'm not saying it would be hip hop but yea that's where it start

And I bet it'd be a nigga in the bible who invented the ark

God would probably be black 

And his disciples all women

And hell hath no fury like the white man

Who had no choice to allow us our freedom

Remember the greatest conquerer this world has seen was an African

Hannibal the Conqueror 

So does that mean everything he acquired was our land 

Sisters to the motherland

It's a black wonderland

On the other hand 

would there still be a white devil?

would Easter have ever been invented?

I pledge my allegiance to the commoners

In the name of the jihadist bombers 

All I want is freedom and prestige like the Obamas 

for all blacks

The government legislature policies to police us 

These officers sweat us like saunas 

Distortion of the mind was the only outcome fated 

Pay attention 

Police are largely compensated for more tickets allocated 

Born to write 

I use my words to fight

Talents aren't given to the weakened 

remember 

and Believe in yourself

Warrior.