31 December, 2010

Miss You (pining 0.5 - 2)

Fuck if we aint kick it hard
Kid couldn't get a job, still you was wit it, I'm spittin, you printin business cards
Damn, I miss your heart, used to rest my head there
never thinkin next year, you would be my ex, yeah...
Where was I though? You used to make me comfortable, now I'm freezin cold at night, where did my covers go?
Where did my lover go? Damn I'm in trouble yo, cause since you left, straight stressed is my undertone
I still love you yo, I never tried to move on
I never missed a step, now it's hard to put my shoes on
You gone? It just doesn't sound right.
I hope I'm going deaf and just can't tell what love sounds like.
I drown mics, why can't I get your heart to pour?
Diamond in the rough. I miss being who you sparkle for.
Late nights and phone jonesing was the daily.
Now the fact that this is what I lack is what ails me.
Our tale seems far from over from where I'm standing.
I miss you, so come back home. I'm not asking. I'm demanding.

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

Freed

I used to be able to lie to myself.
I used to believe me.

Every time I said I wasn't special...
Everytime I said I wasn't amazing...
Everytime I said that I didn't deserve more...

I sure had me fooled.

Every barrier I let hold me back before, I have now shattered.

Every fantastic dream, I have brought into reality.

What I let them tell me was impossible, I have accomplished.

I've broken down their locked doors.

I've walked in their shoes, as they've refused to wear mine.

I've danced with the devil and played chords with the Gods.

I've done it all.

Then, just for kicks, I did it again.

I woke up and did everything they slept on.

I created opporunity out of adversity.

I stole the key to success and made copies for everyone around me.

I rode a long ride down a short path to destruction, and rebuilt myself.

I became FREE.

I freed my mind which freed my spirit.

My spirit freed my soul.

My soul freed my world.

My world freed... Me.

I can fly now.

Look, up in the sky. That's me.

Now that I know what I can do it's impossible to bind me again.

I'll never land.

Walking is for liars.

I've left my shoes for you......

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

Black Love has been destroyed....

I am enraged and I am saddened. I tremble as my vengeance brews.

Mark my words, dear scholars, I shall show you pain. Study well my friend, study well.

Destroy ME? Impossible. Your mind is not so clever.

I am energy. I am life. I am love. I am everything.

Destroy ME? How dare you wretches believe yourselves worthy of such a bold endeavor?

I am joy. I am vitality. I am peace. I am everything.

Destroy ME? Laughable, at best.

I am the thread of life's tapestry. I am the warm summer wind. I am the smile on an innocent face. I am everything.

Destroy ME? Surely, you jest.

I am the stone that shapes the diamond. I am the gravity that orders balance. I am the tie that binds. I am everything.

Destroy ME? A task fit for a fool.

I am grace. I am Heavensent. I am eternal. I am everything.

Destroy ME? A joke, so very cruel.

I am here. I am now. I am awakened. I am everything.

I am Black Pride. I am Black Unity. I am Black Love.

You have sent your slave ships.

You have sent your Plantation masters.

You have sent your Klansmen.

You have sent your Willie Lynch program.

You have sent discrimination, incarceration and degredation.

You have sent your crack epidemics.

You have sent in your propoganda experts to tarnish my image.

You have been at war with me for a long time now. You will never win.

I am a conductor on the Underground Railroad.

I am a Black Panther.

I am a P-Stone.

I am a Blood.

I am a Crip.

I am the RBG movement.

I am Soul Music.

I am R&B.

I am Hip Hop.

I am a Summer cook-out.

I am a family reunion.

I am the smile between neighbors who have never formally met.

I am the rally against police brutality.

I am the march against injustice.

I am the Dream.

I am the means necessary.

I am the reason the struggle continues.

I am him, I am her, I am all of them.

I am the uppity Negroes, the disrespectful Niggers and the onary Jigaboos.

I am intelligent.

I am beautiful.

I am real.

I will soon be recognized and you will have lost.

Destroy Black Unity you say? I beg you to tell me the punchline.

Destroy Black Love you say? I am tickled to no end.

Destroy Black Pride you say? I invite you to lose again.

20 October, 2010

Jump Off

She got my nose wide open; I’m taking new breaths
I want to walk down the aisle, straight off the two steps
- Dancing with a star. Romance. Isn't it odd?
I was trying to keep it moving, but she's living in my heart

Relax baby, unpack your baggage
We could make it disappear, this here's magic
One wave of the wand, a couple of words
And I could make you shiver like when trouble emerge;
- I want to hear you gasp when love fills you
Just to take it back and just feel you...
Vibrating -
Why wait when I'm aching?
It's your call though, I'm patient.
We could even start over, I'm Jason.
...pleasure meeting you
It’d be more pleasure seeing you

Off this dance floor, I'm thinking more just me and you
So we can explore all the pleasures I'ma bring to you
Steer my ship to your treasure, I would sink for you
Free diving in the middle of your ocean
Devotion - I swear I will move how you notion
You don't have to talk just float and stay focused
You could let it flow like the floodgates broken
Let’s make our own music like the club ain't open
I’ll work the strings... and the percussion too
Until I'm in tune with that tune that you humming to
….Then I'ma play it back twice
Tell me if the chords, the snares and the tap's right...

For real, I just want to be in synch baby
You’ve got to know that you drive me to the brink baby
We should jump off together, what you think baby?

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23 May, 2010

Yes. It is your fault.

It IS your fault that you have flaws if you're not working to change them. For example "Is it my fault I'm an asshole?" Yes. Yes it is. (Don't get all hopeful that I'll change, I'm happy this way.) You're broke? Not "smart enough" (btw, smart enough for who? or what? I never understood that smart enough, cute enough, funny enough etc. hang up people have)? People don't like you? Whatever your ailment, how much effort are you putting in to relieving it? Use the gripe about it energy to do something about it. Stop sitting on the pot bitching and start shitting people! I’m tired of hearing “That’s just me, I can’t change it, oh well,” because it’s a lie. My solution = stay away from people who say that all the time. See… PROBLEM SOLVED!!! Anyway, I LOVE YOU ALL, even if I don’t LIKE you. Peace, Blessings and Prosperity to all.

How Many?

How many lines of wishes for a life of kissing my diamond princess? 

How many verses of "I deserve this" and nervous workings with word flips? 

How many dreams of scenes with my one and only Queen will I have seen? 

How many heart explosions while hardly knowing if it's smart to show this hard emotion? 

How many attempts at writing what's been kept inside me in text and rhyme scheme? 

How many "How Many"s does it take for her to say "I love you Jay" and just embrace the "us" we make? 

- I love you. Truly. -   

Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

10 May, 2010

I'm dope

She said I'm dope...

I go beneath her surface and make her feel warm and relaxed. She nods off on me; I put her to sleep. She tries so hard to stay awake.

She said I'm dope...

She's chasing the feeling now. She wants me to take her away to that other world in outer space. She'd do anything just for a taste of a taste.

She said I'm dope...

She drools when I'm inside her. She gives me control of all of her senses. She can't speak or stand straight. She can't feel her face.

She said I'm dope...

There is no longer a "spot." Anywhere she puts me is where I make her feel good from. She says I'm crazy, insane... but she can't let me go I'm too deep in her brain.

She said I'm dope...

She red-lines to my Blue Magic. She gets sick when she can't have me. She needs me. Without me, her life is pain. I have got her open from every single vein.

She said I'm dope...

She's got the kind of track marks no tattoo can cover. I will always be a part of her now. She says I hit her like a train, but it's okay, she wants me anyway.

She said I'm dope...

I think I'll let her have me some more...
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone with SprintSpeed

26 April, 2010

Breakfast in Bed II (Mini)

You are polyrhythmic, intrinsicly exquisite

Gifted with wisdom, a paradigm in True Religion

My favorite vision. I awake and in an instant -

I'm lifted. Floating on love, hungry for kisses.

My queen with coffee skin, and syrup sweet lips...

Good Morning. Would you please be my breakfast?

20 October, 2009

Her heartbeat

Fuck fireworks!
Every beat is like an H•Bomb landing
Giving life to my Hershey's Kiss Queen while she rotates my planets -
God damn it!
I've gotta hand it
to God for making passion,
lust, desire and love take form in physical fashion - everlasting

Like sweet liquored licorice
her lips make me miss a kiss I've never witnessed
- I'm twisted by this mistress!
My wish is to grant her wishes,
but all that exists is -
explicit visions broken by intermissions
- whenever real life kicks in.

I'd rather dream to her pulse rate
and fiend for her touch and taste
- than exist as a being in a scene minus her lovely grace

I'm enchanted by her beats per minute
trying to creep up in it,
painting pictures of paradise -
hoping she could see US in it.

Her heart's fire sparks desires that rises my blood pressure.
My eyes start to undress her -
A beat skips, we meet lips and my happiness lasts forever


Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone with Nextel Direct Connect

07 September, 2009

That Old Gangsta Shit! (and other ways we’ve been trikkked)

I am NOT a gang member. I AM a member of the Crip organization, but I am not a “gang” member.  What the fuck is the difference you ask? (I’m psychic too) Well, the fucking difference is I am a man who uses his own two feet to stand up. I do not run around with a pack of mark ass niggas that got down for protection. I bang on the United States of Amerikkka, not the innocent members of my own community. I fully understand my history, the history of my people and the struggle we’ve been in since being stolen away from our origins. I’m a B.O.S.S. in every sense. I am trying to organize my people as a whole, by organizing those around me to revolt against a SYSTEM that is designed to entrap us. Gang MEMBERS are like crack-cocaine in my view, both are very successful  methods of destroying and keeping tabs on “the hood,” great fucking job Amerikkka, we didn’t even see it coming.

How do you tame a panther? I’m not Steve Irwin, but I’m sure you’d first have to study the animal, its habits and its habitat and find the best way to trap it first. Even an ensnared panther seems dangerous though, so you’d probably have to drug it to get it to a stage of complicity. I have a couple of friends in the circus, so I’m pretty sure the next step would be to abuse the fuck out of that panther until it did what you wanted to do. After that, it gets a little easier to tame new panthers because they will follow the lead of the first broken panther. “WHAT THE FUCK SICC! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CIRCUS ABUSE AND ANIMAL TAMING FOR!?,” you ask?  (Ok, maybe not this time… but anyway) I’m simply telling you what was done to US. Yeah fuckers, you’ve been broken and tamed on more occasions than you’d care to realize. Slavery did not end in 1865, and it still is not over.

Organize yourself in the same manner as the founders of this country did, to fight the injustices being served on us from a people who are not in our shoes, and could not represent us in any fashion, fight for the independence that you deserve, renounce their laws for laws that make sense for US, and you my friend are an enemy of the state. Guess what, George Washington, SUPER PATRIOT, was a TRAITOR to England. ALL OF THE FOUNDERS WERE. To those Blacks that believe the nation which declared its independence is also somehow YOUR nation, I pray for your awakening.

We were brought here to do the labor, not to be a part of this nation. If you believe that has changed, you’re mistaken. (To the dude throwing the Obama flag on the play, please be advised, Obama’s lineage does not take him back into being a product of Amerikkkan slavery, unless you count the slave masters in.) The young people of Black Amerikkka fail to realize that it wasn’t in 1865 that “Negroes” gained rights in this country. They fail to understand that the struggle continues. They fail to realize 50 years ago, isn’t that fucking long ago.

Yes, the auction blocks still stand in the south. Whites Only signs still linger here and there.  We are abused children, running into the arms of the same motherfuckers who whipped us bloody, because we don’t know anyone else to run to. RUN TO EACH OTHER. They have systematically destroyed every culturally and racially aware organization we’ve had. There was a time where the Black Family was a BEAUTIFUL FORCE to behold. A time when Black Men knew they had to protect the jewels that are our Black Women. A time when Black Women knew they had to SUPPORT the Black Man in order for all of us to make it through our struggle. I’ll be damned if Willie Lynch wasn’t a fucking genius. Hell, I’m damned because he was one.

OH, settle the fuck down you uppity fuckers who thought “HOW CAN HE SAY THAT, WILLIE LYNCH IS THE REASON THE BLACK FAMILY AND BLACK COMMUNITY IS DESTROYED.” That’s kinda exactly the point. It takes a beautiful mind to orchestrate something so horrible, that effectively. We still don’t trust each other, our women and our men are at odds, old versus young, light versus dark. USE EVERY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM TO SEPARATE THEM, he said. Look around you “my g,” are we not STILL divided amongst ourselves?  His guide to making slaves become their own enslavers has been working wonderfully since around 1712, and he guaranteed it for 300 years. THREE HUNDRED YEARS!? This man said “I have a plan, that’ll keep these niggers working the way you want them to for AT LEAST 300 years, and they will do the work for you without even knowing it.” IS THERE A GOD DAMNED SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGIST IN THE HOUSE? Please tell MY people that we are suffering from depression as a whole and what we’ve thought was normal life is actually an abusive relationship that we haven’t realized we don’t need to be a part of anymore…. Please?

Our Nation is the biggest threat to their nation, just like an abuse victims self-awareness and self-love is the biggest threat to an abuser. The control (or loss of control) over a victim, starts inside the heart of the victim, not the hands of the victimizer. We’ve tried to organize Our Nation on many occasions, the leaders of these revolts against mental slavery were murdered in the same manner that run-away slaves were hunted and executed. KEEP THE REST OF THE PACK AFRAID TO FOLLOW IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE BRAVE FEW. Good tactic. MAKE YOUR ENEMY BECOME ITS OWN ENEMY. Great tactic!

After the sabotage of the Black Panther Party and all other similar parties…. Oh wait a second, if you didn’t know that these were political parties aimed at establishing a government that was considerate to the plight of the Black Family, exit now. These were not “renegade hooligans” who were knocking over liquor stores and selling crack and heroin under the guise of being a pro-Black organization. These were legitimate conduits of change in the community, that were destroyed by the same CIA that trained Bin Laden and then labeled him a terrorist. Oh yeah, you can look that shit up on the interweb so its believable, but if I tell you that crack and heroin were introduced to destroy our community, I’m a conspiracy theorist right? FUCK YOU.

How did the drugs get to be so abundant amongst a people who had no means of acquiring them on their own? Do some research. Then do some more and find out things like COCAINE was SPECIFICALLY outlawed for NEGROES. Oh yeah bitch, it’s true. Slaves were given coke to make them work harder, white men took it recreationally. Savage beasts that they can be, the coked up white men commited countless acts of rape, murder, robbery etc. However, why should a white man go down for something he can say a nigger did? PSSSSSSSH. SWIFTLY, the rampages were blamed on the “lesser mind of the nigger males being unable to handle the effects in the same elegant manner of the white male. Yeah homie, your brain isn’t built for drugs, theirs is. Every drug that was ever outlawed was outlawed because of racial and/or financial motivation. Anyway, you now introduce the method to take out ALL semblance of unity, through drugs. Break a couple niggers away from the pack, then coax them into pushing the shit that’ll cripple all of the people around them. Create a system where they do your bidding by pushing narcotics, and then lock them up when they’ve served their purpose…. You know, cause like Osama, these people are NOW terrorists, destroying Amerikkka.  GOOD SHOW!

Who better to use for this plan than the bastards of the Black Panther party, which was dismantled through calculated assassinations and dissemination of drugs and anti-Black propaganda, by the way. Crips and Bloods could have been the biggest threat Amerikkka had faced since it declared independence from England. Luckily, Willie Lynch’s guarantee held true. The war against them, that we THOUGHT we’d win by trying to get enough fast money together to get the munitions and supplies we needed for the battles, became a war against ourselves. How? Well, like the man T. Rodgers said, gangs are full of nothing but cowards and children. What started more as the military extension of the values we were trying to instill (self love, self pride, self awareness, and true independence) became the back door for us to be infiltrated. Grown men commanding KIDS to do things they would not do themselves. “Why We Bang” can not be documented in DVDs promoting the divide of our people. Why we bang, is in the heart of every self-aware
Black person in this country. We bang for what we deserve as a people. We bang against those who oppress us. We bang toward the revolution. REVOLT REVOLT REVOLT!!!

You want to be a REAL Gangsta? Organize your hood in a fashion that stops the old people from being afraid of the young and promotes interaction among EVERYONE, fear of each other keeps us separated. Help everyone you can in any way you can, allowing those around us to fall increase the chance that we will as well. Support your community, serve yourselves. Police
yourself, act accordingly and when you see someone acting out of line, do not be afraid to address it. We don’t need no stinkin’ badges! Follow the guidelines laid down by OUR forefathers, Malcolm, Marcus, Dr. King etc. UNITY is a must!!!!

Love, Life, Loyalty, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Dedication, Determination, Discipline <- that’s that real gangta shit. Next time you see a gang member, ask him what his gang about, then ask him what HE’s about… if he can’t answer both questions in a positive way, make him drop his flag. Tell him sicc said so.

Now pardon me while I go write a rhyme about killing niggas and selling drugs and fucking bitches. Don’t support any of my music that sounds like that, that’s for *them* to feed on, and more importantly, pay me for… The REAL shit is free, Turn OFF the radio. Get activated. See what the streets are REALLY ABOUT. Don’t get bamboozled!