A.B.M.

I wish I had the guts and spewed dope
Like Gil Scott Heroine
So I could show you the gap is narrowing
Between a land of the free and the brave
To the grossly uneducated, poor and misbehaved.
The skin-heads no longer shave,
They earmark, lobby and lynch the masses unscathed.
1 if by land
2 if by sea
3 if bipartisanism
4 if by bureaucracy
Now coming from a man in 2011
Speak of change sounds of conspiracy theories
And angry black man speaking of proverbial chains
But despite how its spun,
The truth still remains
The truth still remains.
Our only identity is that we have none
Rooted in a buck, who's value is declining
Our values a muck.

Spectrum

Ambition and contentment
Joy and resentment
Full pockets and a little lent
War rockets and bricks of cement
Opposite ends of the spectrum
Connected by the in betweens
Those with or without means
We all think of these things
Living them
Or seeing them in our dreams
Poor man dreams of riches
Rich man dreams of ditches
Both dream of the other’s world
To Richman a nightmare
To Poorman a fairytale

Where I am

When I was young
I was in a rush to make a fuss
And at times it got my bell rung
Now I’m like hush.
And its not I like slowed down to hear the birds chirp.
I don’t stop and smell roses
Only chirp I hear is my text alert.
Seems like all I want is a pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes we all fall down.
Enthralled in a text.
Got me swerving
Almost involved in a wreck.
On the way to a paycheck.
Coming from a paycheck.
To pay for a life that seems
To be moving at break neck speeds.
I lived for the next step.
I know my friends think I’m all over the place.
I took some time off the race.
Got lazy, but never complacent.
You think I think in tangents
I’m just trying to be adjacent
To the things I believe that will make my lot in life stronger.
I’d be profoundly content on living the simple life
Grow food, hunt meat, live where I can sleep under the stars
And not rely on Google Sky Maps to point to where they are.
But this is where I stand,
And lay.
This is where I walk
And stumble.
This is where I talk proudly
And mumble.
This is where I am.
This is where I am.

Highway to Mars

The square and boring lead lives of monotony with no meaning,
Snicker and laugh at the dreamers demeanor so demeaning.
Leading down a roadway,
A path.
So traveled straight-laced and unbraced with no feeling.
Id be a fool to say all dream with no action is the road you must travel,
But living with no dreaming can make the mind unravel.
A dream reflects hope,
Hope drives ambition
Ambition leads to fruition.
Those who do great things often take the road less traveled,
Otherwise greatness would be the norm.
Along the embankment lies discarded plans,
Good intentions and rough sketches of new inventions.
The path...the road...this highway,
Is about the scars, the setbacks, the tears.
But forever within our sights.
So sit high on your horse,
Belittle my dreams because they're not what yours are.
And watch as I fade in the distance on my Highway to Mars.