Written Against Cultural Stagnation

Evolution

Searching for the unseen

through the forest beyond the trees

Searching for a peace of mind

in a field of shattered dreams

Searching for time

in a cycle of sunsets

Searching for better days

with every breath 

Maybe i'll cry before i die?
the pain is forever and we never;
know when its coming or who's going...
the mysteries of life are mindblowing...
each day i am always hoping...
that it's not my turn and i feel no pain
from my loss what will my family gain?

sometimes the tears fall freely...
alone in the dark where no one can see me...
often aks questions of life that i wonder..
seldom is an answer sent to me that i can consider..
i want the world to remember my spirit
so i write the truth so you can feel it

maybe you'll understand how feels to die inside...
why do we result to genocide...
so many friends died...
and i can't count the tears i've dried..
as parents watch their little angels ascend into the raffters..
stuck in a society where getting by only matters

Thoughts Within the Sequel

The emancipation of my people turned out separate but equal

a sequel to those days when chains were just a prequel

The history of this country’s iniquity is a force

How did we start off getting sold and bought?

They built the walls up on Wall Street to keep the natives out of the picture

so now they trade stocks instead of trading stocky niggas

the stench of hate pours through the pores of a nation

saturated with ignorance, drenched by what we’re a facing

as a whole

Naysayers say we are nationalistic in form

because we want communities of our own and our destiny’s controlled

The Spanish Papi owns the store on the corner

Muhammad’s walking up

I can’t pump my own gas if I wanna

My brothers the beggar

I figure something is wrong with this picture

yeah we came so far but we still got so far to go my nigga

And they are worried about the word, I find that absurd

with our world in this condition why is that a main concern

My written word is therapeutic I pen it to mood music

grooving to the thoughts of this infrastructure I’m facing

Conglomerate cooperation’s influence on radio stations

perpetuating the sequel that’s promoted through all seasons

So I guess we’ve first gotta fall with all branches shed

Turn cold through dark nights and all the tears we bled

Spring forward rejuvenated, through the pain comes pleasure

Ignite the flame, put a mental change on our weather