Epiphany

You found me so unaware.
My eyes were closed but i continued to stare.
You took my hand and told me something.
There wasn't movement even though i was running.
I saw your hand but pushed it away.
Too scared to find the truth in what you did say.
I pushed it too hard, cus you spun right around.
It came back and hit me, i fell to the ground.
It wasn't till then that i realized.
That to see you have to open your eyes.

Spring Time

Cool and clear you can hear the moon light.
The beauty of the sunrise is much more than slight.
Bird songs of such magnificence, you'll curl your toes tight.
A stroll in the park, nothing feels more right.

Before the beyond of the power of mind.
You can always rely on the simplicity of a Thyme.
There are marvels before you of so many kind.
It is spring time!

Death By Blue

This poem starts out like it's a friendly story.

With a kid in the city and he's out and exploring

With no bounds to his thoughts or imagination.

Cardboard wings soring the constellations.

The fire hydrant broke kids gather around.

It's the place to be, but he's not to be found.

For the little boy grew wings and started to spread 'em.

He never touched down until he got to heaven.

The little boy wandered where he wasn't supposed to.

An alarm sounded from a car he got closed to.

A man came running and shot with perfect placement.

And with the shot the boy's body hit the pavement.

Is it possible for us to live in peace,

To live without fear, fear of the police?

Cus we shake every time it thunders.

And after a while it starts to make you wonder.

Righteous Contemplating

There is definately something wrong with the scene that we're facing.

Our society is talking; they don't like what we're making.

It's not our freedom they are claiming, it's our voices they're taking.

We deny the accusations but they say we're mistaken.

Freedom's what they gave us; responsibility's what we're crating.

We are fighting in a battle; oh the ground is a shaking.

They threaten us with violence; legitimacy's what they're faking.

So stand up and raise your voice, cus everyday is when we take'em.

Beef

Beef, is when you want everyone to know.
That when it's you ice cold,
Rhymes drop like flakes of snow.
Crums dropped from cookies, honestly though.
With your game on lock,
You bring it to the show.
Your style is so hot,
With your new Polo.
But, they always come back for mo.
And every time you pound them to the flo.
You make it far.
Buying tons of new clothes.
You've got it all.
To share it with your multiple ho's.
But, that beef will find you.
Rolling in your great stack of dough.
And leave you ass with your knees on the flo.
So unless you want to be broke,
And be miserably po.
Leave the beef in the kitchen.
Don't mess with it, just don't.

Karma's a Bitch!

Who I Should Be (Unfinished)

When I came back,
From messin' around in the past.
When i got back,
From kicking death in the ass.
I woke up.
Like I was a boy in a dream.
Watching girls getting drunk at a sweet sixteen.
I never talked hard.
I never yelled just for nothing.
Until this one punk.
Claimed my family was fucking.
I beat his ass,
But only using my words.
Cus, fighting verbally can fly you higher than birds.
When my words were out dated.
They perished in time.
I was all locked up.
Like I committed a crime.
Then I counted them all.
I counted seventy-three.
That's how many times I Questioned who the fuck I should be.
Please tell me, who should I be?
Cus any time I started it would end in defeat.
Now I try to carry on, I try to pick up my feet.
Please tell me, baby, who the fuck I should be.




With the music,

Today is the Day

Today will be the day,
That you will come to pay
Your respects to those who lay,
For the free America today.

Today will be the day,
That will be hard to tackle,
While mourning over those.
Who gave their lives in battle.

Today will be the day,
For everone to thank
All those valiant men,
No matter what their rank.

Today will be the day,
That everyone will say
Is the most important day to pray,
Today is memorial day.