We've been evolving with music,
ever since our mothers heart beats,
special and different,

terminally unique,
flabbergasted freaks,

trapped,
poverty stricken and weak,

little *****,
unharnessed potential sleeps,

forced into a corner of naughty
left handed niche,

never gonna be right,
no matter how hard we tried to please,
surrounded by subterfuge ,to fool we,
And force us to be,
other than that which is 3,
oppressed with an Iron fist ,

that was planned ,pummeling,

our creative needs,
like bricks in a washing machines,
Never get cleaned,



Discombobulated,
Artiste,

wearing our souls on our sleeves,

it's not like we never told you,

What WE wanted to be,
Traitors sounding dis-eased,
somethings never gonna change,
best believe,
they just wait and become more vague,
and strange and displeased.
The only escape and coping mechanism sufficient

4 1 2 survive,
and preserve the real we,

Alchemists? , Magicians? thieves?

thrive
and get a life

ub3

and feel alive,
Our duty to share and express

our majesty

and universal given creative talents!
aka

" Balancing heavy burdens on bended knees"

the most precious ancient currency
Deep in the concrete jungle,

amongst all kinds of ******.
Only dead fish go with the flow!

And never stumble

Just their for the ride

with ease,
swimming upstream,

brings light

providing us with,the fortitude and spiritual stamina,
to stay alive &survive;

for the streets,

that is required,

in order

4 We 2 b 3

and able to
keep on keeping on,

no matter what's gone on,

Got 2 B strong
by any means necessary,

suffering
through these astonishing catastrophes,
written in stone,

war and peace,
4 what doesn't ****,

hones and

must make strengths increase,
as out of the darkness comes the light,
like a beast to a priest,


That we are still here to share,

no matter what!

express ,believe and receive,
creating, creative, creations...

exposing the woods from the trees

WE big people ,

have to bend,

and ponder,

and weep.