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.
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.”
“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?
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)”
“I’m just reselling a dream America let me sleep through”.
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,
My power beyond measure,
Through it all I just want to see your world better,
My today’s just want you to see tomorrow.
Does life really repeat ? Or do you remain in the same spot when the clock strikes twice ?
I read this everyday before I write anything. A special message written by someone dear to me. With each day that goes by the words get louder. It’s now at the point I can hear the words screaming at me. Seize the day, waste anything but time. Always stay true to my heart everything written comes from inside of me. To be blessed with a talent & to use it to falsify stories of life could never be me. I believe to teach as the lesson was giving to me only difference is I went through it, my only job is to try to guide you past the mistakes I’ve made. My words can take me somewhere I never could imagine…motivation. To me I’ve been over writing for myself for while, today it’s about helping, invoking thought among the people, and to serve as a push forward no matter what point of life you in. I read this message before I write anything. Maybe one day my words will be a daily serving to someone.