I don't preach I'm not a preacher.
I don't speak on how to speak I am not a speaker.
I don't teach a teacher how to teach I am not a teacher.
The world is a lost cause if the preachers, teachers and speakers can't speak teach or preach because it makes learning such a feat like watching a repeat double feature.
Schools spit out fools, enlarging the pools of used and abused students who were just useless in school.
We can't give back to the masses because the budget attacks are so one sided and the government rack up on assets like my foot racks up on tacks.
What's the minimum amount of cash we can givem... ummm... let's give money to the rich people honey so the rich people fund me and I basically get to keep my own money for free, dummy.
It's just science or is it math, or is it a kick in the sack to those care everyday are there and just want to give back.
The world deserves more people who don't work on a curve, we can discover talents not just nerds no matter how crazy or absurd.
We lack the ability to give fertility to the system and we don't listen so when we are denied permission into the kingdom, we wish we could just wish em all away, the bums, the lazy and all the stray.
But how did they get that way. Some of em ok, made some bad decisions and a couple bad plays on the way, but many of them are a result of our everyday lazy shame where we look away from their gaze so we don't have to think about the fact that we as much as the blamed are to blame.
They are choked up on acid, or we lose them in ashes because no one anywhere would give them the answers, they never found, their gift or their sound, we let em loose on the streets at least dogs get a pound.
We leave em out in the cold because they were never told that their old teacher in class was a man who barely passed and we filled the good teachers with a 50 plus class then send the students to an afternoon mass so the boys can be scared if they dared to stare at a girls ass.
But I digress. Are you one of the blessed? When you were in battle did you're enemy have a vest? Are you the cherished prince stitched with a family crest? Are you givin' a bed to rest?
I detest myself at times because I sit and write rhymes instead of taking the time to find the time to give people the time, that need my time, not just some of time, but all the time.
CHIME. It's that time, to become unblind to unbind my mind and change my mind, and change the mind of those who don't mind, that half the time, half of our population is in a steady decline.
I wine and I wine and I click on fake mines, so I don't have to think about the fact that still to this day there are front lines.
This has stopped being fun, but it's not supposed to be fun not this one, I'll finish soon but I am not even close to being done.
Look at the earth. We are one. We are a sum, we equal each other, we are nothing but love. Instead we choose pain, so today if it rains think about the fact that you don't lack drains to put it away, tell your umbrella the hell with you today, I may be one of the few who can say, I am going to make the world a better way in some small way, today.
I don't preach I am not a preacher.
I don't speak on how to speak I am not a speaker.
I don't teach a teacher how to teach I am not a teacher.
But I can be heard and I can spread the word that we no longer need to get weaker.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Friday, September 3, 2010
10 years from now i'll...
If you were asked to describe yourself to someone, what are some of the adjectives you would use? Are they the same ones you think you would have used 5 years ago? 10 years ago? What about 5 or 10 years from now? Since we are always in constant flux as human beings and are always looking to change ourselves, shouldn't those describing words constantly be changing? Some can stay the same, yes, as in ''I think I am funny", but what I am referring to is the deeper meanings and the deeper goals. The man or woman you want to become. Are you them? Or are you still striving to be them? When you were asked 10 years ago, "In 10 years where do you want to be. WHO do you want to be?" What was your answer? Now, after 10 years have passed, was that answer correct? Or are you now striving for a new "10 years from now" to attain to?
Recently I have discovered that my "10 years from now" is basically the same, but it seems every year it gets pushed a year ahead, so it is like my "10 years from now" is the proverbial carrot on a stick. And as for the person I want to become, I feel, personally, I was on a great path to becoming that person and to achieving my personal "10 years from now" self-realization but now as I am becoming more desperate to attain my "10 year" goals, I feel like the effort to evolve into the person I want to become has taken a backseat. Do I have to sacrifice my goals as a human being so that I can be more mentally focused my worldly goals that I think of nothing else? After some soul searching I feel not; it is definitely plausible to do both. I don't feel like anyone should have to sacrifice any goals to attain any of their other ones.
It may seem like a simple statement, but once we get caught up in a certain area of our lives it is easy to forget the little day to day things that make us the human being that we want to be. It is those little things, those little idiosyncrasies that converge to make us the whole, without which we may not feel too different, but in reality we become quite altered from the person we think we are. Unfortunately, we sometimes realize too late that this new person we have turned into is so far from the one we wanted to be, that it takes another 10 years just to try and find who we used to be again.
It is important to remember that in our quests for our "10 years from now" every so often, we take a look and make sure that along with the giant quests we have at hand, (to attain whatever successes we want) that we introspect and look at the specific, as in, who do I want to be "one day from now", where do I want to be "one day from now." That way, even if this morning, 10 years from the time you were asked "where do you want to be 10 years from now" you find you are still 10 years away, you will still like and recognize the person that you see in the mirror today.
Never lose yourself. And never lose your self.
Recently I have discovered that my "10 years from now" is basically the same, but it seems every year it gets pushed a year ahead, so it is like my "10 years from now" is the proverbial carrot on a stick. And as for the person I want to become, I feel, personally, I was on a great path to becoming that person and to achieving my personal "10 years from now" self-realization but now as I am becoming more desperate to attain my "10 year" goals, I feel like the effort to evolve into the person I want to become has taken a backseat. Do I have to sacrifice my goals as a human being so that I can be more mentally focused my worldly goals that I think of nothing else? After some soul searching I feel not; it is definitely plausible to do both. I don't feel like anyone should have to sacrifice any goals to attain any of their other ones.
It may seem like a simple statement, but once we get caught up in a certain area of our lives it is easy to forget the little day to day things that make us the human being that we want to be. It is those little things, those little idiosyncrasies that converge to make us the whole, without which we may not feel too different, but in reality we become quite altered from the person we think we are. Unfortunately, we sometimes realize too late that this new person we have turned into is so far from the one we wanted to be, that it takes another 10 years just to try and find who we used to be again.
It is important to remember that in our quests for our "10 years from now" every so often, we take a look and make sure that along with the giant quests we have at hand, (to attain whatever successes we want) that we introspect and look at the specific, as in, who do I want to be "one day from now", where do I want to be "one day from now." That way, even if this morning, 10 years from the time you were asked "where do you want to be 10 years from now" you find you are still 10 years away, you will still like and recognize the person that you see in the mirror today.
Never lose yourself. And never lose your self.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Densly Drawn Lines
There is a fine line between coincidence and fate. Coincidentally, fate doesnt always coincide with the lines, thus, in some instances one can misconstrue coincidence for fate or fate for coincidence; so really the fates advice to avoid future incidents... is get your own pencil and draw the crap yourself.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Rags to Riches.
I am blind, I know nothing, because if I knew something,
then possibly I could see how to hit the ground running.
Monetary consumption, that you get buried in lovin'.
Tugs your heart strings to hear, "KA-CHING" now you buzzin.
And yet in all of our quests for the holy grail,
lest we forget about all the people that fail.
The people that don't make it, that don't survive the fight,
But does the latter really matter, CUZ HOMEY YOUR RIDES SO TIGHT!
The world revolves around the resolve to solve the trick of lottery balls,
If you're standing tall, does it at all really matter who falls.
The people leading other people, found with their heads in the clouds,
Only absorbing good emotions, and they forget to look down.
Where the real people can be found, the peoples with the frowns,
the people needing the clowns to make them forget how they drown.
But its ok. Its all right my friends.
The people on the bottom, we won't even try to pretend.
Where would we be if it wasn't for your success.
We wouldn't even try, we'd be content with being less.
We want to feel alive, we want the nice rides,
and we will not be satisfied with just being satisfied.
Unfortunately sometimes we forget we need a hand,
someone who will stand by our sides like an Angelic wingman.
Where would the stars be without a director with foresight,
like where would the full moon be without the sun to light.
But for us there are none because people forget what its like,
when your trying to spit comedy on your first open mic.
They think that their little bet was all no big shock,
when they forget all it took was one lucky stock.
So its up to us, with no fuss, to do it all alone,
but that's fine with us because one day we'll hit the zone,
One day we'll be firing 3 after 3,
and Jordanesque we'll be shruggin like, "EVEN I CAN'T STOP ME!"
And just remember to all you successes, and all you gods,
who don't appreciate the place you've received against all odds.
Because we have to work and because we have to climb,
regardless of the roadblocks we face time after time.
When we make it, when we finally climb to the top.
We will remember our members who have yet to stop.
And when my head is in the clouds and I feel the successful bliss,
I'll grab your hands raise you up and say, "you gotta see this."
then possibly I could see how to hit the ground running.
Monetary consumption, that you get buried in lovin'.
Tugs your heart strings to hear, "KA-CHING" now you buzzin.
And yet in all of our quests for the holy grail,
lest we forget about all the people that fail.
The people that don't make it, that don't survive the fight,
But does the latter really matter, CUZ HOMEY YOUR RIDES SO TIGHT!
The world revolves around the resolve to solve the trick of lottery balls,
If you're standing tall, does it at all really matter who falls.
The people leading other people, found with their heads in the clouds,
Only absorbing good emotions, and they forget to look down.
Where the real people can be found, the peoples with the frowns,
the people needing the clowns to make them forget how they drown.
But its ok. Its all right my friends.
The people on the bottom, we won't even try to pretend.
Where would we be if it wasn't for your success.
We wouldn't even try, we'd be content with being less.
We want to feel alive, we want the nice rides,
and we will not be satisfied with just being satisfied.
Unfortunately sometimes we forget we need a hand,
someone who will stand by our sides like an Angelic wingman.
Where would the stars be without a director with foresight,
like where would the full moon be without the sun to light.
But for us there are none because people forget what its like,
when your trying to spit comedy on your first open mic.
They think that their little bet was all no big shock,
when they forget all it took was one lucky stock.
So its up to us, with no fuss, to do it all alone,
but that's fine with us because one day we'll hit the zone,
One day we'll be firing 3 after 3,
and Jordanesque we'll be shruggin like, "EVEN I CAN'T STOP ME!"
And just remember to all you successes, and all you gods,
who don't appreciate the place you've received against all odds.
Because we have to work and because we have to climb,
regardless of the roadblocks we face time after time.
When we make it, when we finally climb to the top.
We will remember our members who have yet to stop.
And when my head is in the clouds and I feel the successful bliss,
I'll grab your hands raise you up and say, "you gotta see this."
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
"Poitier in the Right Direction"
It's been a while since I felt that fire,
A fire so deep that's wired and laced with some nitro and some TNT,
shakes the tectonic plates like the fates shake and shape me,
into something I have never seen, only dreamed about in my dreams wildest dreams.
Now sometimes it seems I think realistically,
but realistically there is no realist in me.
But I wish people could see, what I feel inside me,
like I'm a lonely southpaw and the worlds Apollo creed.
Am I laying on a mat or spitting in a can,
licking my wounds hearing my name chanted from fans.
Landing blow after blow licking my wounds,
depicting fiction like truth it's gibberish to say lose
Days 2, it begins all over again.
Will he lose or will our hero finally win.
Bad news piles high, higher than Superman can fly,
As we try and we try to fight the Kryptonite in the sky.
Everything around feels like it was made to drown happy,
Like pirates on the Pearl, you feel me? Savy?
As long as you got hope what else do you need,
musicians got Interscope, the street dealers got the weed.
We cannot see what our potential can be,
cuz seriously folks what fun would that be?
Predicting the future is a job for historians,
searching the Victorians for they're own Deloreons.
Heading to the past to predict on future plots,
but it's no use they need 1.21 Jiggawatts.
Will we make it? God only knows.
That's the truth and you bet your ass it blows.
All you can do it hope wish and wait,
Just wait and wait till you meet that date with fate,
Just stay sittin' in front of that plate,
just wait you'll satiate you're entree is on the way.
Stay hungry, stay patient, stay salivatin',
like you're in Agrahbah waiting on a lamps perspiration.
And when all seems lost and you are stuck at a crossin',
you might win a championship if you stick it out til' Boston.
And before you give up and the winning numbers you be tossin',
think you may not "know where (you're) going, but failure is not an option".
A fire so deep that's wired and laced with some nitro and some TNT,
shakes the tectonic plates like the fates shake and shape me,
into something I have never seen, only dreamed about in my dreams wildest dreams.
Now sometimes it seems I think realistically,
but realistically there is no realist in me.
But I wish people could see, what I feel inside me,
like I'm a lonely southpaw and the worlds Apollo creed.
Am I laying on a mat or spitting in a can,
licking my wounds hearing my name chanted from fans.
Landing blow after blow licking my wounds,
depicting fiction like truth it's gibberish to say lose
Days 2, it begins all over again.
Will he lose or will our hero finally win.
Bad news piles high, higher than Superman can fly,
As we try and we try to fight the Kryptonite in the sky.
Everything around feels like it was made to drown happy,
Like pirates on the Pearl, you feel me? Savy?
As long as you got hope what else do you need,
musicians got Interscope, the street dealers got the weed.
We cannot see what our potential can be,
cuz seriously folks what fun would that be?
Predicting the future is a job for historians,
searching the Victorians for they're own Deloreons.
Heading to the past to predict on future plots,
but it's no use they need 1.21 Jiggawatts.
Will we make it? God only knows.
That's the truth and you bet your ass it blows.
All you can do it hope wish and wait,
Just wait and wait till you meet that date with fate,
Just stay sittin' in front of that plate,
just wait you'll satiate you're entree is on the way.
Stay hungry, stay patient, stay salivatin',
like you're in Agrahbah waiting on a lamps perspiration.
And when all seems lost and you are stuck at a crossin',
you might win a championship if you stick it out til' Boston.
And before you give up and the winning numbers you be tossin',
think you may not "know where (you're) going, but failure is not an option".
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