So I’ve Been Quiet…

brandonimageSo I’ve been quiet
Quiet enough to listen to my flaws,
To listen to my doubt,
To listen to my hunger,
What’s fear?
Listen to it rumble throughout the silence,
Ever get that heart stopping,
Gut punch feeling like,
If this is it damn I ain’t do shit,
Do you love time enough not to waste it?
How far do you let a dream go before you chase it ?
Why stay tied to today’s social standards?
Who are you behind a twitter handle,
A instagram video,
Life can be over in a snap,
How often do you chat about that?
When do you break a cycle?
Stop living that live in your head,
& take some steps to get there,
All my goals are gold,
If I value it enough…
I’ve been so quiet,
Now when I speak you heard all I’ve learned,
You hear the levels of hunger in my voice,
My tone silences every whisper of doubt,
Fuck fear,
I been quiet too long.

 

 

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My restlessness guided by my drive to change life in ways that may only exist as a dream. That’s usually how it starts right?…Anxious to create a future. Sixty seconds to me became as valuable as an hour. Echoing inside my head my grandfather “waste anything but time”. I caught myself thinking of the end as if I forgot death is guaranteed and to live is a choice. Once again I take my foot off the brakes¬†and continue my drive. Cruising, knowing no matter which road I take towards my destination there are many others have tried to get to the same place…no matter if they took longer or made it quicker in the end they made it…as well as you will. Know when to stop for gas, watch for the ignorance of the road. Drivers that underestimate the importance of keeping your eyes on the road, one crash could leave you in the shop or worse. Always remember to keep your drive, you are your own brakes, you are your own gas. YOU ARE IN CONTROL….see you at the finish line.

WordToSelf.

Dear Dawson,
You probably wondering where we go from here. Looking over the span of this past year, tired you are slightly. It takes a tough spirit to turn troubled times into progress. I’ve literally seen you travel to places you never been before. Lessons learned, homes for comfort you built completely destroyed. There was no other option other than a leap of faith or drown in doubt. “Should of left when the ink dries but you still write”. Push through hopelessness, keep moving during the moments everyone would understand why you quit. Continue reading “WordToSelf.”

ThisIsLife (Excerpt)

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Sometimes you need a voice in your ear,
The way I stand as a man ain’t alone,
How much of a man are you ?
If you make it to the yacht,
But everyone else around you drowning,
Maybe I was raised different,
I can’t call myself a man and allow my brothers to remain niggas,
I can’t build a happy home with pity & a sad past,
Why would I offer you to walk in my shoes?
When we can step together,
No matter the situation & what you come from,
One day I’ll fall too,
Wise enough to prepare for it,
The day I’ll need you there for it,
So if I reach a believable highest height,
I’ll offer my shoulders to help you reach an even ¬†higher height,
This is life how I see it,
Written by a black mans genius,
Hate us but wanna be us,
Black is free
Black is us
Black is you,
Black is me,
Black is God,
Can you see?
Sneaking under the overseers,
To achieve,
The life I deserve,
The rights that I’ve earned,
You can keep the stars but them stripes got to burn.

 

 

 

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