Life is like a box of chocolates.
I didn't know I would get
a brown eyed beauty
with a nice lil' booty
and she's cool see,
she been on her own vibes since
before the age of 5,
then we vibed.
now we live.
she decided I was her guy,
I decided to pursue this fly
cutie with a 'tude like, "shoot me,
she
has me hooked like a tuna at sea,
tamed me like a tiger and oh so lovely!"
Now I got 5 on it
thinkin' 'bout doublin' down
she wavin other girlies like,
"bye haters,
see ya laters
Im wit my man right now, bout to get"
XxXxXxXXxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXX

the time is ticking
the hands, spinning
my feet, sticking
hoping for the trinity
I find myself stuck
between divinity
the gray area
seems like infinty
My regrets stick with me
shakin um seems tricky
money, cars, clothes, hoes
thats all my n**s know
not me though
no
follow me, past the vanity
the regrets seem to vanish
as if we planned it
what I life without wants
a life full of plesant haunts
sugar plum dreams
filled with chocolate streams
and everything that was
is not what it seems
then you see your queen
on a hill above the rest
you seem a little blessed
so try something new
anything new
sometimes thats
all we can do

4 words--theoretics boom
I believe in you.
Changed the world.
Changed the difference between me and you.
affects the peoples mindstate
Pushes coersive weight
subtraction the negative aura
Add positive floral
Multiply the 13 letters
Divide the cheddar  
Light as a feather
Bring the world together

If I had to have one
I regret that I regret this
But it seems too common to ponder on
Still I must
Careful though has been given
All others are forgiven
Life’s calculations are taken
Still I must conclude
One Regret
If I had to have one

I regret Not  remembering the times I laughed till I cried,
or till I fell to the floor and rolled,
or smiled from ear to ear cause my face was smitten with funny.

It seems memories of the minor,
Of the,
Mal-experience dominate what could be
A scare free history.

Still we sin
Still friends
Still trying to climb
Still behind
Still waiting
Still under achieved
Still under believed
Still blamed
Still unpaid
Still wasting
           Away
Still uneducated
Still hoping
Still praying
Still hated
Still my people
Still need freedom
Still need to be one
Still need to be brave
Still struggle everyday
Still trying to get away
Still this society seems still
Waiting still...

Stand up
Stand up
Stand up proud on the soapbox
U got something to say?
Say it
Say it
Say it proud on the soapbox
U ready now?
Get up
Get up
Get up on that soapbox
(Speaker crackles)

Hi.
Crowd: hi!

My name is Prince L and I'm here to offend you.

Crowd: gasp!!!(Murmurs)

so settle down. it seems I can't reach your standards of presentation. is my hair to nappy? are my clothes to cheap, hell anyone can see, I wear my shit proudly,

Crowd: gasp harder!!! He did not!

I did, oh fuck I forgot I'm not supposed to cuss, o well too late, watch it unfold, my fate. this is my first time on the soapbox, let's talk about that, the box, is it needed? People use it as a trough to feed these stagnant ideas of life and how to live it. Why does everyone need to be categorized and seeded?

Crowd: hmmmmm....

The disparities between race in class are magnified cause we are gentrified, so we all feel polar to the other, opposite the fact we are born from another, check me I have love for you because you are you no matter your crew. O you have a conflict of view, don't matter unless u mad hatter tryin to riddle your way through the middle, cause in reality most of us are in this middle group, are you following? You're a regular sleuth.

Crowd: huh? We want truth.

Try this on for size. I think you might find, the separation between elite and u is a lot, spot the differences?  if you were part of the one you wouldn't be arguin with everyone. They got lawyers for that, they mouths stay strapped ready to snatch from you, so don't worry boo keep jaw jackin while the keep straight jackin, stealin, thievin, everything you see, reapin, the earth of its resources slowly turning it to hell. Its not a perception its a perpetual. why you think they always gathering, resources, yea they planning it, to own the world, don't be a fool.
Crowd: no way!!

I'm tellin you pray.  Appreciate the ppl who stand upon the soapbox, why? Cause they be fightin for every ones freedom. No matter the cause, no matter the fight,

In chains trying to make change
Arrange for a plane to far away plains
In vain he hopes to stand
On his two feet but love, he cannot believe. So much pressure he bought it no receipt. I got these white collars stressing me, telling me, wear your tie pick up your feet, please, my ancestors didn't fight to see, me, 36 floors up fashion hanging me, from the metaphorical tree. No they won't see me groveling on my knees. I'm a proud black man dyeing to be, free, and its funny cause we all dyeing to be, something, and time don't cease and we just micro-living in peace, or pain, or plain vanilla.

(Columbus day)
In a noose finding proof
Board a boat to a faraway moat
Round we go, at least he's afloat
In a sea of uncertainty,
certainly, he can handle what he see's
But what about what he feels
I don't know what's worse.
The loss or the hurt.
I see the day as the end of natural earth.
Borders crossed never to be returned.
The order was established I'm still fellin the aftershock. They mock my art, mock my creativity, try to mock the essence of me. But in a sense its good, I guess, allowing free expression to get this stress off my chest. Blessed I feel every day to know I aint got to go. The box that surrounds me is just metaphorical. Even the rules in place are deplorable, meanin ignorable. If it don't help it hurt and the new jim crow need some work. But as long as I can escape it, as long as I can break out the box, as long as I can stand on two feet, the oppressor will never catch me on my knees in a noose or fighting to get loose. My mind is already liberated, my education has focused my hatred, and I realized they the ones that need the savin.

You can see the lovers eyes.
They dote
As if nothing is broken
Clearly hoping
Dreaming,
No, believing
in a future tense
Such evidence
Is
Pretense.

Word is bond
Yea
Word is good
yea
Word is truth
Yea
Word is action
Naw
Action is bond
Yea
Action is good
Yea
Action is truth
Yea
Action is change
Exactly.

Bang!
Dig! Dig!
Keep your head low
Throw the arms
Pump. Pump.

Woof! wo-woof!Over here!

Breath.
In my nose, out my mouth
Accelerate. Slow rise.
Pump. Pump.
Next gear. Go!
Drive the knees. Forward lean.
There he is! Get him! WOOF!
Keep the stride.
Don't stop.
They can't catch what they can't see.
Ghostin um'.
Lean into this corner.
Drive off it.
Drive! Drive!
Knees high!
Pump your arms!
Go! Go!
He over there! I see him!
More power.
Don't close your stride.
They can't catch you today.
Champion. Don't stop.
Run til you got no more breath!
Run til you got nothing left!
This Is the last stretch.
The finish is near.
Hit your last gear.
Lean across the line,
With steeze.
STOP THIS IS THE POLICE!

Under the cover of night
A knight and a long knife
Ready to stick ready to slice
He looks mad tonight...  

The darkness is deep.
And black,
Black Like the lac sittin out front.
The notion of movin’ inconspicuous is masked
With the shadow of guilt
Swallowing any spark of light
Threatening to dissolve the lust over darkness
Projected by a mind shrouded in grey space.

So he sits low.
Eyes shaded by his fro.
He's patient.
An attribute many deems worthless,
He basks in its tide,
It washes over him with powerful waves of humility
Cleansing any possibility of being replicated.
Never in this life time.

Each step he takes is a movement in the composition of time.
Its flow is powerful but only under a benign face.
The dynamic is only determined after an attempt to cross him.
His mission is calling,

It has led him to this darkness.
The forests of skeletons
Infesting the closet space of his mind only confuses.  
He has realized his afflictions.
Seemingly they are lost in the black.
He watches the politics he has been sent to stop.
It’s disgusting.
But his mission is clear.

The path to success is not.
The path he has chosen is unique.
It has led him into the belly of the beast.
His intel was correct.
His approach is dangerous.
The chance of defecting is high, but he's betting on his will.
As his age grows so does his determination.
With every second passed he stands more ready.

And as the darkness consumes more of all he has built,
And as emotions of despair, pain, embarrassment, loneliness, and worry
weigh down his proud shoulders,
a peculiar spasm of creation happens.

He finds something.
He finds...
Well, he finds himself.
Every ounce of his frail, unmolested, un-influenced self,
Before he discovered lies, and suffered cries,
Before time played its tricks and stole his youth,
Before he started prayin’ for a direction to sin,
Before he discovered his truth.

Now he contemplates.
It’s never too late. He can change.
But His mission stays the same.
After all that is why he searches the dark.
To improve his third eye.
To absolve the blind.
He will not achieve perfection
but the end of his mission will come.
Remember he walks through time it does not move him.
Its blakops, the subconscious thought.

I got 20 answers
But you have 21 questions.
I’m lost trying to find answer.
What is the question?
The gerbil is moving, fast
Thoughts are under construction.
There is a delay…
   Fear
A hard emotion to penetrate
Necessary for a proper foundation
To a relationship;
Built on attraction,
Bombed by trust,
Saved by passion,
This relationship will be built.
There is a delay…
   Unknown
The absence of
Light.
Where do I turn?
Please turn on your light.
I need someone to follow.
Will you allow me.
There is a delay…
   I’m scared and my vision of the future is hazy.

I’m locked up
Rapunzel 5th floor view
Witches Brew keeping me sub-due

        Mind wanders delirious
        Phantom sounds intrude a mind’s
        Creek of thoughts creeping
        Into inebriated contemplations
                      Would she ride fast or slow

A day dream delirious images of a past
Love interrupts
                       She hushes me, the 4-walled prison is white and painted in rains of vitamin, leaked in      
                        through portals propped open with a warm breeze taking the virginity of white curtains,
                       we embrace.
I erupt.
Fantasies flood the ever expanding corners of my mind
Drowning my emotional state with movie clips
Reminiscent of love that should be forbidden
                She smiles from ear to ear.
                 my heart stops,
                 then travels north, constricting my only freeway of life.
I give no fight
With a limited supply, I only want to waste it on you.

You rely on your hero—in  
He must fly, high
In the grey skies, save you—in
Chances at making it
Past rock bottom.

Your Hero—in  
A survivor
A man brok—in
From time
Your Hero—in

The man you must survive,
His emotions, your demise
Your Hero-in
Weak in his will
Bent like hands of time.

Planet Rock bumps the box
Cardboard floors, spin some more
Floetry lesson on every corner

Not old enough am I.
But jealous, yes I.

My windows open to times past
Times filled with hop & hip
Soul & Blues &
Rhythm too.
That music for the soul,
           Music that fills the streets,
                     Music filled with love, peace and chicken grease.

She said, “You’ll be alone till your old and dead"
Well not in those exact words but feel the verb
      ALONE.
Like a Stab to the heart from Al Capone
I thought I had what it takes
               To find love, happiness, possibly a suitable mate
                    Or two, or three,
                         See I never thought it would be just me
I think she just tamed this tiger.

It was thought to be impossible…
In that one phrase I became trainable,
Undeniable, she put me in my place—definable.

           Will I find a queen, even a princess will do
           I have to wince
           Pinch myself into reality
           I'm making girls mad at me
           Chasing one after the other
           Come on ladies holla at a brotha
           Save me from my wallowing sorrows
           Just want a heart to borrow
           Doesn’t have to be solid, jus’ tryin to make it to tomorrow

Sittin’ on a pile of my own lonely thought
           Epiphany!
Do I know love?
           Have I given it away?
Probably steal it everyday
Might have met it once or twice
I have not a clue.
I obviously don’t know love.

Ever wonder why they call them woman?
Like is it woeman?
Or is it,
Woahman?

In any case it can be both?

First sight is like WOAH!man.
Then after a while,
It’s like woeman.
Like, which is it?

Is it both?

Maybe,
Like, just maybe,
It’s the product
Of Both, yeah both.

I’m feeling a deeper connection
Can I share my affection…with you?
Only you
I’m not head over heels
You don’t complete me, as far as I know,
But there is something more, you’re
Not like others, way more of a rider
Way more I can’t decipher
Your aura emits love, share
With me, with care,
You and I will reach heights
Only physically conceivable with flight
Mentally free, ready grow roots with you
Red, gold, green
The anthem of you and me
I know you feel Jah’s grace
Same as me, I see in your face
Though I know you hide your heart
Jah love flow through me
Bring passion to thee
Open heart, open mind
Only to penetrate see
only to feel love
Only to feel we

World War this, Critical think that
For what? Me ain' kno no white man struggle.
Might as well be the business of a muggle, juggle
the thoughts leading to actions,
leading to memories,
Of greater things than this chair
this table
this paper.
Yes paper, we all need paper.
Fixes all problems, makes all faker.
All prophesized by a great man, Weber.
See the fornification of men onto women must be of great importance to the survival of a familial structure which opposes the direction humankind pushes societies boundaries.

STOP. I blacked out.
What the fuck just came out my spout...


Nonsensical happenings in a blackboard dreamland
Chalk dust monsters attack.
I react.
Evil vampires swoop
Come try to suck my blood
Impossible.
My veins are dry.
Zombified, I am.
I’m sorry teach,
You took it all already.