Soulquarians, gather round.
Hear my testimony. Representin’
Chi town to the fullest. Given the
Name Lonnie Rashid Lynn,
I earned the name Common.

I am, put on this stage for a purpose.
My verses give you, common sense.

I am, the role model to the past,
Present and, future. Being the
Loquacious man I am, I am,
Finding forever in you. So, keep me
In your mind because my time, is
Unforgettable.

Unforgettable I am. I speak with clarity.
Satisfying your starving eyes as I,
Feed you knowledge. I am,
That reflecting image in that young
Persons mirror. Watching them loose
Motivation.

And it’s sad cause’, we got arms,
But wont reach for the skies.
Our ignorance is in the same breath as
Our innocence, subconsciously, seeking to
Find an impressionable mind to convince.

I found one. Mani. One who is beautiful
And sweet. She told me, your lyrics inspire
Me. You are the rarest piece of finery,
And I would hate to lose you. She said,
Find forever in me. Lay upon me,
Your exquisite gift of poetry.

She said, I remember sittin’ in my room
With my boom box bangin’ so loud,
That your rythmatic vibrations caused
The pictures on my wall to form a
New image.

Listening to the game over, and over,
And over until my ears were filled
With beats that flowed from my pen,
And onto my sheet, of paper.

Papers, stacked so high with the words,
I love Common. Common. Nonsense,
Is what we’re seeing these days. So,
If you find the pursuit of passion,
Use it.

I am, here to restore our black maybe.
Cause’ maybe, we’ll get to the top
Someday. Instead of having our opinions
Stored away. Cause’ you see, common
Sense is quite rare. But, those that doubt
Com will soon believe. That-

This is where, Forever begins.
The start of reality. Wars and battles, we
Fought for ours, caught in ghetto tragedy.

Remember black brothers and sisters,
Origin is forever. Through these brown eyes
Are beholding black pride. So strive. Strive.
I, see my worlds tears, and I, want to wipe,
their weary eyes. I will be finding
Forever in you. I am Common.

Waking up next to you is scary.

And before your vehement self-loathing causes you to interpret this as an insult; I'll explain what I mean as best as I can.

I'm scared because I always wake up before you; and I know that all I'll want to do is watch you.
That's dangerous because it only makes me love you more.
The way you heavily breathe through your mouth as a result of a congested nose, the way the relaxing and contracting of your intercostal muscles cause your small body to bounce up and down in a perfectly rythmatic manner. The way your heartbeat fills the entire room. So much so that I have to susurrate the bed sheets to mask the sound so my unforgetting heart doesn't fall any deeper into the enigma that is you.

Then you wake up.

You look at me with disoriented green eyes and matted brown hair and smile. You smile at me exactly the same way I've been smiling at you for the past ten minutes.

It's scary

Because by that point the clamorous sound of your heart beat is quickly replaced by mine. Sometimes I'm scared that you'll hear it. And you'll know.

The rythmatic sequences of sound
Slithered through my brain
Leaving ***** of yarn
Tangled all around me
Caught between deception
And a ressurection
Becoming one with the water droplets
Stuck to the window
Visions fluttered through my mind
Like tiny little butterflies
Tickling the inside of my eyes
The greatness soothed me
To a point of fear
A good fear
Like that of a fierce man
With a sweet soul
That of a burdened child
With a perfect life
My wallet was empty
But my heart was full
Of sounds
And shapes
Like the little block toys
From my childhood
Nothing could stop this
This sentimental feeling
Not even the burning pictures
Falling from my pinstriped wall

Drip..
Drip..
Drip..
Slowly,
Drop by little drop,
The coffee falls into it's glass ***.
It's rythmatic sound soothing me,
Soothing me to peaceful sleep.
I grasp the handle tighter,
Reaching for my mug.
I'm desperate.
Desperate to stay awake.
Even if only for a single day.
Just one more day.
The heavier my eyelids get,
The heavier the coffee *** seems.
It's weight unbearable, I let it fall to the tile.
The ring of its shatter
Echos off the walls.
My head slowly,
Very slowly,
Falling to the sight of my lap.
Faded, ripped jeans,
Covered in nearly black coffee.
The scent seems almost magical.
I keep the scent with me,
Drifting off and away .

Movement,
The way your body sways in its own rythmatic unison, hypnotising me.
Beautiful, porcelain poison.
You gaze with allurmemt in each pupil, pulling me in.
I am taken away by your bewilderment ways.
I am falling in love with you day by day.
Sweet porcelin love.

We speak of equality
But do we truly know what we mean
Or do we just scream
Words to be heard
Louder than the rest
Take a breath
Count the beats within your rest
Enough is enough
When will the screaming be enough
The belting of ballistic insanity
Sent upon on humanity
By the very same melody
Bearing its fangs  
To sing of rythmatic systematic screams of the hating pointing to blame
As the love in the world dies
In a blistering flame
Will this ever be enough
Will be the words engraved on humanity's tombstone
As it burns beyond the grave
We built

perfectly imperfected

in the worlds eyes i might not exceed the expectations of perfection,
and it is not my intention to reach their standards of acceptance in becoming perfected.
because i know who i am and i am a woman who is perfectly imperfected.
ive come to terms with this and have accepted it,
the world may not accept it but i demand to be respected.
my light shines bright as it illuminates off my heart,
a damaged vessel torn apart and scarred.
but still it radiates warm beams of heat,
love keeps it pumping its rythmatic beats.
it beats perfectly imperfected sounds,
that only my perfectly inperfected mind can comprehend.
my hair is crazy and my minds all over the place,
my bodys not perfect, i have an average face.
i have alot of scars and im pretty short,
im a little jealous and have a hot temper, being i am a scorp!
i love too hard and give people my all,
i troop through life but always seem to fall.
i live for my kids but am not a perfect mother,
my minds so chaotic its a hyper active disorder.
but through it all, i stand tall, hold my head up high and give everything my all!
i am perfectly imperfected and im ok with that,
so **** the worlds perception of perfection , im not that!
im me, like it or not , its what ur getting,
a real version of a real woman who is perfectly imperfected!!!!!!