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They call it the land of the free,
Just to tell you nothing’s free,
Tell you to chase your dreams,
While you running for somebody else’s.

Just Another Nigga.

Something I could never be,
Born to leave a legacy,
Though I’m born into hell it seem,
This little light of mine I let it beam,
Refuse to be another nigga the world already seen,
Don’t need a screen to change the scene,
Change your path alter expectations,
Snakes hidden in the grasses waiting,
See you fail they congratulating, Continue reading “Just Another Nigga.”

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The Bottom

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“You’re never as low as you think”-Bas
It takes time and true understanding to learn that we create our own idea of “the bottom”. It starts internally with the things we tie our hearts to that brings us joy. When they aren’t working in ways we believe we need them we begin to feel hopeless. It’s almost like having tunnel vision towards your desires. Too many times to we limit ourselves & our happiness to the things we want instead of the things we need. The only bottom we have is the bottom we create for ourselves. Sometimes when we hit what we believe to be the bottom it’s the first step to raising to the mountain top.

Can I Have A Seat ? (2012)

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Can I have a seat?
Just to watch my people struggle,
Make sure they front row,
I want to see everything,
Like the kids in the struggle that won’t grow,
When they open the school they won’t go,
Who can blame them?
When the government don’t care,
And the parents giving up,
Let me take a seat, Continue reading “Can I Have A Seat ? (2012)”

Heaven. (2014)

Is there heaven for a confused mind,
Is there heaven for a misused mind,
Is there heaven for loss time,
Is there heaven for them,
Is there heaven for a non believer,
Is there heaven for a underachiever,
Is there heaven for satin’s believers,
Is there heaven for them,
Is there heaven for the infant that died without religion, Continue reading “Heaven. (2014)”

The War (2010)

You call this the promise land, well then tell me man, why are people dying, why are bullets flying, why are the women crying, why are the babies dying, the truth in your face but you continue lying, why do our people quit before trying, why do we base, each other on race, instead of the person you are, fighting, instead of uniting as one, look at the world it’s almost done, and you don’t see that, thanks to Barack sky is the limit if you black, get off your ass and work excuses are wack, God gave us freewill, a heart to love, a spirit to heal, a mind to think, and the devil is around every time you blink, everything is messed up, the school systems, jobs, police, and the list goes on, our closest friends die and they tell us life goes on, no time to mourn, some people have nothing, Continue reading “The War (2010)”

Reasons To Die Before 25 (Excerpt)

This would have been my suicide note,
Filled with pain and promises I broke,
Giving your eye a tear after each line that I wrote,
I would have told you how I gave up,
How I was tired of standing at the edge of this cliff,
I jumped to see if the bottom was better,
Ironically the bottom when I used to pray for the highest heavens,
That would have been the end of me and this letter,
But it continues so I can tell you,
How instead of jumping off the cliff,
I gave my head a lift,
Instead of leaving you to suffer,
I’m here standing in the war with you,
My pen a pistol,
Lethal weapon,
My power beyond measure,
Through it all I just want to see your world better,
My today’s just want you to see tomorrow.

The Beauty Part 1

Lay your eyes upon her brown skin,
Thank the lord for forgiving sin,
Admire every imperfection,
How she carry pain so casually?,
Sunlight graced her skin,
Her beauty shined naturally,
This isn’t love nor does it has to be,
Actually,

Continue reading “The Beauty Part 1”

Just A Little Bit. . .

I wish I could be more open,
I wish my pride wasn’t so strong,
I’d rather right my wrongs,
Instead of waiting for help to come along,
I like my problems to be my problems,
Even with the weight of other people issues,
I still carry mine also,
Sometimes I carry more than I can handle,
Even with everything falling down on me,
I never let it show,
To the point it gives an image that I don’t need help,
I can’t blame anyone for that,
As selfish and full of myself as it sounds, Continue reading “Just A Little Bit. . .”