darkness consumes all
the black night swallows our thoughts
Vomits back our fears

Shadows pollute minds
Specters of the past revive
They taunt tease and laugh

We give in so quick
Victims to our own morals
destroyed by self doubt

Quick to love others
so fast  to hate ones own self
So slow to forgive

The mirror whispers
The wind curses so sweetly
The blade kisses you


It tenderly glides
Slides against ebony skin
Gaping rift remains

Scarlet life erupts
History of an empire
Contained in those veins

Osiris Horus
Pharaohs Gods ,and rulers.Kings
Contained in those veins

Isis Hathor Bast
Greats queens, protectors, healers
Contained in those veins

Garden of Eden
Cradle of our mother Earth
Contained in those veins

Newton,King,X,Parks
Men and women with Brave Hearts
Contained in those veins

Swift minds,Diamond tongues
hip-hop jazz blues rock, our sound
Contained in those veins


Firm hands,and strong arms
The power to hold the world
Contained in those veins

A deep rich opus
there is his story and hers
Contained in those veins

Our blood stains the soil
Why destroy the tapestry
Contained in those veins

Ninth grade, thirteen, I ride my bicycle to school
Headphones ******* up my hearing. Mr. Fiasco's The Cool
Irony I couldn't kick push, because I'd probably fall
And if I crack my head open i'd have no one to call
My mama works two jobs, pops works out of state
Band practice after school, my house'll be empty till late
So my backpack packed with textbooks, a gameboy, and some sheet music
Three broken pencils, it's heavy i'm used to it
I wasn't **** back then
truly not much has changed
I went to Samuel from sam
acceptance of myself in my name
Acceptance of my mistakes, and the release of the shame
And realized when you a genius they label you lame

At night I lay still
Chained tight in my own minds cage
I pray for sweet rest

I  have always wanted to write
I used to want to right wrongs
Right injustices
And indecencies
And if to right i'd have to write
I'd write laws
Now I all I want to do is write songs
Write poems
And write stories
Write melodies
Write memories
My homie's a composer they'd help me write symphony
And i'd put Andre on the tuba
And Tineye on the timphony
And bobby on the saxaphone
and when the concert gets broadcast live and televised
i'd dedicate it to the beautiful dreamers back at home
The small time artist and musicians
The one guy who decided he loved to see women smile so much wanted to be a beautician
To anyone who's parents said there no money in art
There's  no money in misery so I'm begging you please follow your heart
Because the worlds fighters keep it strong
And the scholars keep it smart
But it's the visionaries that keep all together and not Falling  apart

Every step taken in life is do or die

It's starting to feel as if failure is akin to suicide

Currently i'm thinking that i'm too alive

teetering on the border

Of perfect balance and disorder

I'm standing in the danger zone

but i'm two steps away from home