Ama write a lil' poem Speak of strange seas Lines drawn in requiem And fervently thriving reeds Speak of simple things In strange tongues Private sins Measured in furlongs Speak of jive And tribes And gardens of fine lines.
I'd walk you through hell And climb down a well If my fate you spell No need to pretend I will be your friend If you blend my end May I come with you Where the skies are blue And the path is true.
For the survivors of the Potiskum elementary school attacks. What happens to kids who witness kids get blown up by terrorists? How do they sleep at night? Let's close the chasm Of distance With the chiasm Of present instance Let's make an Odyssey To the lil' town of Potiskum Like Odysseus who blasphemed We seem to have lost compassion For the witnesses of an onslaught Trauma of kids wasted by bombs aside What about child witnesses whose eyes And minds will never forget the business? How do they live with themselves? When do they forgive themselves So they may step out of their shells? Do they still see the bombs when they close their eyes? Do dreams of roasting friends haunt their nights?
Never gonna give you up You are the stairs to the top Never gonna let you down You are insurance on ground Never gonna let you fall You are the light of my sun Never gonna let you go You are the song of my soul.
I'll understand If you turn rogue And make your stand Downside of the road Sure I'll understand It's what this world has come to But still I'll take your hand If you'll hold mine too.
The tree breathes in the seed And then the seed dies And then the seed breeds And sprouts a brand new life Death is a practical phase of life And life is a reward of death And the two parallel paths Go together and complement.
Stretch out your hands And love will fill it With gifts from distant lands If you only believe Reach for the sun And love will wrap you In its healing warmth With pleasures due.
Dilemma knows my name Darkness knows my shame The stars count the scars And list them by their spark Hatred knows my face My face knows disgrace The rains drown the game My fingers pointing blame Legend carves my tale Fable spread the page Torn out from the spine Naked in the moonlight.
Let's drive uptown To the museum of war crimes See what's been going down Through the years See if we can by it measure The root of our fears Let's take a walk Down the street Just around the corner See who we'll meet If we'll find a murder.
Silver n' gold have I much But fools will not trade in such They prefer purchase of blood And demand payments in gore Silver n' gold If truth be told Are rewards won for bets By the highest number of deaths.
We come of age And open the box carefully Expecting it to explode in our face We grow dreadfully And then we grow in grace We understand it's a race And even though you help someone Along the way You're the only one Who can finish your race So you keep going Sometimes you're crawling But by all means You keep going And then life happens to us And we hand back the box.
Hyperboles drop From the tip of my tongue School girls so teenaged They should be gangraped It's as impossible as for a child Being the victim of an airstrike Photos of displaced persons As skinny as a toothpick A demonstration so peaceful Springing nationwide bloodshed in bowlfuls And our chances of world peace Is as grim as black coffee From seeing too much of this world My eyes hurt so much they're going to drop off.
Goodbye to sad songs Cha cha now so long Hello to feel good Music how d'you do? I ride the soul train Slide down glory way Adieu sad moments Hope hell's convenient.
Hello Will mend a fellow Broken yet fallow And dig up the shallow Hello Will glow a shadow And snatch a sparrow Chased by an arrow Hello Lights up an halo Come, share my pillow Let's ride the meadow.
I have Roamed other worlds before I have Stumbled on stones unseen herefor I have Walked blinded into concrete walls And because I had a mound of ambition I have Spoken to death silence I have Received my reply in silence I have Trod forbidden lines And came off grasping spikes I have Seen things Man is not permitted to see My vision has been weaned I am a man of I do not know what Yet I'm a man after all.
Poetry is When feelings Lay siege on the mind And spin forth lines To enshrined that mind Poetry is Feels expressing mysteries Spoken or unspoken Yet beyond reasoning Poetry is Translating the Divine Through limited mortal eyes Poetry is Redesigning life Digging for new life Larger than life Poetry is feeling Feeling is healing.
Don't fall into love Unless you back a parachute Cause love is no longer love But a boundless chasmic tube This time love Is not from above But a mad alchemist's potion Love is an empirical formula A superficial alien vernacular.
The years wear a wig of white clouds Riding the back trail of glory Fervently pursued by death shrouds Breaking out in agony Throttling black clouds for tears Squeezing man's heart for fears.
Never tryna be someone else Now am tryna make different It's time ama tryna be reference Tryna be revenant I'm tryna make an entrance I'm tryna dig deep Peel the skin off my seas And tryna see a reflection of me Whatever that may be Tryna make mystery Resolve a mystery.
Dangling on threads of life; Dilemma of a lil' child In this age n' time Nobody knows And none cares for their tomorrows Nobody feels their sorrows You know they're here You care not where I wonder now how exactly they fare.
Now is the time I make this line Respeak with vowels That douse heat like Wet towels Now is the time I get my shuttle And break this hurdle And create unique From hardcore antique I need no one to understand All I need is make a stand But I know now is the time That ama pass this by.
Stand around and watch you too It's amazing How you knock me Off my feet Your faintest smile Is a world class feat I can't even surmise I'm sprung in defeat.
Till kingdoms fall Your wheel rolls on You flash your guns And toss your bombs We are rams for the sacrifice From youths to genocide We have come Like a sanctified throng The whole lot of us Use us for target ducks Till all kingdoms fall Thy will be done.
Ego Is like an egg Or like Humpty Dumpty Easy to wreck Harder to put in one piece Ego Will sit you on the wall That goes before the fall And it will get you so far Before you land face down in mudflat.
Look me in my eye And tell me about light- Skinned Ethiopians And ancient Egyptians Tell me tales of The fallen kingdoms Of Africa Sing me songs of Sheba Of explorer Queens Who brought Africa To the East And the Ethiopian eunuch Who knocked fiction Off its high horse.
Death and its train Have a new name Mere words can't explain It's in the splattered brain Of the face with no name It's the minced membrane Of the blown up slain Death gave its train Rusty razor blades
Don't ask why Sometimes tears fall through the sky Trailing the beam of the sunlight Don't ask why Don't ask why Sometimes an angel kindles your spark Or they stab you in the dark Just don't ask why Don't ask why Sometimes folks give you a smile Sometimes feelings a mile wide Don't ask why Don't ask why Sometimes life gives you blessings Other times you get hard lessons Don't ask why Don't ask why Sometimes you get a gentle push Many times, your butt hits the bush Just don't ask why.
Be careful of the Wandering Eye Be careful and don't bathe an eye It's searching for the idle mind And makes to corrupt your life If you ain't figured who you are The Eye is gonna dim your spark It's everywhere Nobody really knows where It is not You gatto take care Or you'll be the one Who was and who is not Be wary of the Wandering Eye Be careful for your mortal life.
You see The thing about being lame is You lost what the lay of the land is Cause there's none can help you Nobody but nobody but you You ain't got rhythm Only vain misgivings So if you wanna be lame Hold down your game You see nobody's gon' help you If you rebutting the help too/ Lame is lame As game is game Ain't no two-way about it Ain't no need to shout it.
It's the same song You folks are playing dumb Playing hero Won't make you a hero You gatto get it straight In your heart Make sifting the trend Your art This is basics, the byline Get the upshot, the bottom line You know, when the going gets tough You need to get your goings on Ain't no time to gruff But only time to grow up You need to shift gears Check your rear And charge down the bear Take living as a career Make it an art And that's a start.
Is that all you got? And you call that a shot Man that suck I need something tough A drill whose tip is diamond One that cuts faceted rocks Out of something rough I don't need mock shocks I'm done with baby talks I need to set the record straight I really need that hero trait I wanna rise up And shape confidence from The build-up So ama get out Cause I come through with a shout So if that's all you got Best get out of Dodge.
If I buy time Put my butt on the line Drink up sunshine With a hint of lime How could I Not be the type Of mind That crucifies the I I know this slides Just like rhyme But I'm done with grime I gatto reach out and, And be somebody I mean take this nobody Walk down to the graveyard Shove it in six dark feet The whole nine yards I need to make a man a man Stand up straight And stare life in the face.
What people call danger Is your fear Playing manager Of your affairs In life, you learn to take things... You have to judge things By what you want Or how you want Things to be You must see through The interpretation of circumstance Decode the circumstance in interpretation You prepare that table Before your enemy You define the structure of the table Don't give it to the enemy Life is what you make it Through your eyes Not through another's eyes It's that simple Like a pimple.
I should try And make something Out of this life of mine Just struggle Beyond this big hurdle I should make something Out of nothing It's fascinating Just thinking Just wanting I should learn to cry Crocodile tears It might chase away The mock fears Just try I should just try If only I could just try... It might make things right
Hold on never let go I've heard it said From the word go What if life jacks you up Hacks you up Packs you up And ships you off To kingdom come? Sometimes what you heard Doesn't make sense When things hit a head What you got is sense Don't look back Cause there's no helping hand Reaching out to hold you You only got you If you can read a dream So you hold on Even when you feel Your hope is done