Shaky Pedestal

This dictator who calls himself benevolent

In my mind its evident

Say’s his ideas are relevant to change

Not malevolent and full of rage

But I swear to give him hell and vent

Got poor people all over the place trying to make it rent to rent

Instead he wants to circumvent the poor and drag the middle down

Good ole boys robbing the middle man

They look our for they Klan

Adding to his pile of cents

Keeping they fortune in the Bushes

While washing our brains with their tools to glamorize the few

Following Lynch’s guidelines to a T

Sense will always be lacking,

But doesn’t matter got his father’s backing.

Aw so we take what we can get

Claim to fame may be toting a rock

Slangin this hip hop

But I tend to believe my man Lo

So I paraphrase 3000

Can’t always count on feeding these niggas of dreams on dope money

Fly chicks in videos,

Rookie deals and shoe contracts

We hoop and holla over a percentage that aint fare

While your people shake, rattle and roll

To make the next nigga stare

Stare too long devil works in obvious ways

Not mysterious.

Rob, steal, and kill for them things

You tote the rock and you move product with your fame

But is blue eyes jippin you

100 million, what you think his cut is dumb nigga.

While the people you claim

Mame each other to be like you

Still we want to keep ourselves on that pedestal

Vision of the Dream gets hazy, cause they tell us we’re lazy

Vision blurred, we won’t outlive the “theory”

Lynch got you figured out

Lift a few, and in turn bury the masses

You keep your eyes on the prize

That’s beautiful they say

But keep your hope in things eternal

Or your sight might just fade away

Random

Man I don't know why in particular I am posting this blog. I never just sat down and had no idea of why I was posting, but there is first time for everything. Lately I've been seeing the true colors in people, and perhaps more importantly my own colors. Its a truly humbling experience when God allows you to look at yourself from the outside. You know lately I have stopped and looked at my past, and certain things I have done or not done, and I seem to have more regrets then most people I know. And I am not sure if its that others don't like to admit to their regrets because it lends to exposing a weakness, or an inability to think things out before one acts, but none-the-less I have a decent amount of regrets. Maybe regretting things is arrogant, unfaithful, ignorant. I mean if I am a child of God, and I know we all fall short, but to regret things would almost be to challenge the power of God, and the mysterious ways he works in our lives. Or maybe these lapses I have (sin), pull me away from that purpose. And again maybe God's expectations and omni-nature (yeah I made that up), is just a part of the road I have to travel. I just wrote the greatest circle of thoughts, goes to show all of this is WAY over my head. Its funny because no one will read this but Lo, because everyone has given up on my blog cause I never post anything. Well that's all for now...

History

Wrote this the other day, didn't put it on the computer until right now. So much talk about this lately has prompted me to speak about it.


History.
That circle, persistent as death calling
Wretched, full of pain
We rise, they fall
Markings in a book
We read, but in doing so
Ensue to repeat it
Evolution of man
No, no, no, not ape to man
Our ignorance springs eternal
Nigger – to hugs and daps
Embracement – to "hooded" thugs that clap
Back to the word
With dreams they trap
Forget a word, my nigga embraces me in times of need
Spoken to stifle him, reflection of the “Dream”
They got you so cloudy you forgot what it means
Meant.
Stories told of harsher meanings spoken
Now used as a token
Old heads say, “Better left unspoken”
We understand to the extent our years bring
Those with wrinkles and crows feet
Dealt with the Real
Not that this history is untold
We see its effects
We repeat to satisfy our nature
Repeat to endure, what else do you know?
Yet adorn the blue eyes with fuel
Why open doors you can’t handle
So energy’s wasted, to keep it tasteful censors bleep it
But we insist to keep it
Can’t wrap my head around it
Certain “others” obtain privilege to use it
Majority prohibited to utter it
But I keep with it my nigga.

Moods Sway

Here is another one that I wrote a long time ago, I thnk I might have entered this one into a contest. I'm in the bloggiest of moods.

Moods Sway

I don't know about you but my mood sways
They bob like apples
Or your head when you hear that
Well you know
Just like that beat that has the ability to change your state of mind
My mood sways
Like that piece of good news to get you high
When you realize you can't jump on that opportunity cause something came up
So it passed by
My mood sways
Like that someone that always picks you up when your mood sways low
But aint around, so my mood sways lower and lower
But she came around, and although she's here she starts some BS
And again my mood sways
No matter the time of day, how high you think you are
Moods Sway
Building character the old heads say
At age 60 moods have swayed a million times over
Cause I can see how the moods swayed in those crows feet
How the moods flowed through those old veins
I see the swaying of the moods in their eyes
Hear it in their stories
Feel it in their touch
We all know that moods sway, but we live for the high times
But we learn and grow in the low
Moods Sway.

Family

Recently I went to my family reunion, where I was given the priviledge of speaking in. I have to admit I was nervous, its always harder to perform in front of family instead of regular people, but I thought I would put this insert of my speech on my spot:
Its amazing as I look at some of my friends how skewed their vision and perception on life is because of their up-bringing. Sometimes I don’t like to give them credit, but I wouldn’t be the man I am if my parents and grandparents didn’t allow God to let them lead them in running their households. Family is very important to me, but that’s only because I have a good family who love and nurture me. Most of my friends come from broken homes, parents that don’t care about them, or want to be their friends and not play the role that God assigns parents, and as a result they suffer. They define their value system on their parent’s actions, and that’s great if you parents are doing what they are supposed to do, and are living according to God’s plan.

Family is love, sacrifice, caring, willingness to give, patience, kindness, disagreements, getting on each other’s nerves, hope, endurance. Family is that and so many more things that are intanglible, you can’t quite put your hands on it and you can’t really explain it in words, sometimes its just a feeling you get. Its not liking your sister or your brothers girlfriend just because, its obligation, its unconditional. Family means so many things.

Luke Chapter 11 verse 17 says:

17Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them: "Any kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and a house divided against itself will fall.


So most important family is sticking together through the good and the bad, and we can only do that through love and patience.