An Artist’s greatest struggle is against time.


Most of yall think you enlightened cause you read some good writing,

i held my tongue long enough but the anger is still biting,

the darkness of the world earns no lighting,

cirque du soleil, my thirst was frightening,

kicked to the curb in my search for my worth,

no ID, excuses wouldn’t work,

treat me like jerk for feeling some type of way about this idiot manager looking over my shirt,

when your fucked up ego is really on the only reason you work, 

vatican gold loafers juxtapose the cheese and church.


They try to get scheme us,

Most rappers want to be us,

Look at the silver platters they feed us,

Media receivers, sick of you divas,

I’m in the land of cedars, prayers for Jesus,

Ramadan God Islam in my thesis, 

I had to fold the hand cause the cards had creases,

And just to be a man I look into the eyes of my Nieces, 

Please believe this is nothing more than treatise,

between angels and demons, clear the precinct,

these birds diggin in my chest like Prometheus, 

I know I’ve reached the end of my experiences when

debating against my self becomes tedious,

and the flavors are lackluster for lacking all the proper ingredients, 

I offer my obedience, nothing more, nothing less, can we learn to agree to this?

There’s no question really I’ve already reached the abyss,

I’m on the highway to hell, you need a lift? I’m starting to become sleepless,

so I pray for the nightmares to cease and desist, I’m the creme and the crisp, 

following philosophies of Fredrick List…

 


they spread lies to make it seem like we don’t have enough resources to be individual dreamers.


Israel uses paranoia to dictate global policy, labeling the recent deal reached between the US and Iran as a “historic mistake”. Seems to me Israel is trying to fan the flames. But why? O I don’t know, perhaps to perpetuate its expansionist fascism by spreading its borders across the region?

wiley-coyote

 

#Iran #UnitedStates #Palestine #MiddleEast #ApartheidState

The Cigarette Diaries


I’m feeling inspired and a little wired,

Got me feeling this fire,

Light a cigarette until my lungs expire,

Why retire I been high off life,

witness the poetry of a cigarette,

she ain’t a hoe she intimate,

commies taste like liquorice,

her pussy all tickelish,

1960s syndicate sipping rum,

writing diaries filled with rhymes they shun,

if God is one I am too,

that’s too, not two, take out the double u,

stand for you rights or they’ll make fun of you,

what i want is to fund a school,

that teaches nothing,

we all students dear prudence what type of mess are you in,

i run with the zapatistas all the way the brooklyn,

wear a black mask so yall can’t look in,

I’m the mirror that reflects every human dispossessed,

subcommandante marcos, carlos sanchez,

open up the gates let me borrow those cassettes,

cause I know what they got hidden on them tapes,

out in Syria contemplating God and satan,

wondering which side got the better bargain,

wipe my hands in the sand grains and pray to the gods,

even if I shake your bones, its okay,

these are only sticks and stones.

Desolace


Mental wasteland. Estranged. Disparaged. Far from home. Mentally. Physically.

Thinking of the streets of Syria. Damascus really.

What happened?

If the answer is simple I know it. If I know it then perhaps all that matters is that I will soon return to my home, once I have struggled here, in the heartland of Global Slavery, where the struggle for social freedom persists.

I hope to make more sense of it soon, although I must say that by merely jotting a few words I’ve almost returned completely to my senses, and moreover, my heart seems to be enjoying it.