Who got tha Props

My umi says Shine your light on the world……
They made us hate our self and love their wealth
Shine your light for the world to see…….
Dear Madam Noire I want to be a world star
Hip Hop Hip Hop
We made us hate ourselves
Now we’re in rude health
It hits hard, hits hard
Divide by stealth
Now we gotta freeze hell
Big drop, Pit Stop,

I said
Do you know who hates black people?
Black people
In spite of a rich history we broadcast our misery
Our position be flippancy
If nobody knows the program why should folk love our frequency?
Instead of calling each other hoes and pimps why don’t folk play the game secretly
It’s Maybach Music
Never the corporation
So many crabs on the sure are we a cancer nation?
A plantation, with foundation
O#, so sick of sick with it I think I need some sanitation
Seems hate is our salvation
Why do we baptise in lies if we’re only saving face
I lift my hands in Oprah Praise
To Truth

Afro trendsetters only ever strived to be better
Yet we pray for equality like Eskimos for hot weather
Chicken don’t love eggs fried,
So hot under the collar it’s like your friend with your ex I
Speak life to race questions if we’re going to be winning
So many us and them mindsets we’re scratching records not spinning
Gunning, running and grinning, romancing and sprinting
Lancing the sinning when its really challenging perception
One true definition of blackness? Now that’d be immaculate inception

So mixed up we’re a mixed race with time to hate on the mixed face
Cooking souls like jerk chicken unless their hot on a mix tape,
Barack Obama, black father, white mama, married black so why bother
If he’d married Monica Lewinsky would he still be so honoured?
Why are we still so bothered it’s time I shot the songbird
Your weave comes from east Asia so you ain’t a boss you’re a product
A mollusc talking bollocks who strains for a look
Ain’t nothing worse than a half baked crook

So beat up by blackness I’m a maybe seal
If I love Garvey’s and Heidi Klums does that make me less real
Exercising demons for Jesus to take the wheel
Lets to talk about sex baby
Or I wont know how to feel because lately
All I hear is, it’s ok to like white people
As longs it’s the right people
Yet the way of these Chinese whispers I wonder if it’s ok to like people?
See lately…..I wonder could you be the one’s to save me
And after all ….
I promise to take the knives out my back when I learn to eat with your forked
Tongue
Can’t we all get along?
Respect one another?
I’m so enlightened I’m like Beyonce
Next album cover

I should of spat into a rubber cos you’d have heard me right?
Prefer to read me wrong
Someone could take me out tonight
Yet see for every open mike a brother’s lost his life
To a brother who got too hyped
Now his baby mother be turning dike
Wonder are the kids alright
Is the flash of a gun to be their only light
My fish for answers yields only tripe and I, I, I
Just can’t stomach it
I hate this function room
A bulb can grow or shine it ain’t just gotta be screwed
Just feed it the right food
Create the right environment
Administer a bit of discipline
Those rough edges will need less ironing

Being us it’s an in-fighting thing
Yet one we share with society is that
It’s scary that parent’s don’t even want to be parents
Rather children make an appearance in county court has new talent
We fed fire, get blackened, our George just lost to the dragon
I crack my egg in your basket stir in the mind of a mad man
Call on the piper of Hamlyn to fight the piper of gangland
Imagine taking some action, eschewing predator fashion
Beating kids at home so teachers don’t have to
It’s time to embrace humanity
Not everything need be coloured black true?
Seems all learn to smile so sweetly while privately hating you.
So being true to myself sometimes feels like pay per view
Tell me who got tha props.

Lonely Are the Brave

Lonely are the brave,

 David was a single man

Married to the stones throw

Took liberty with a single hand

Obama has no spin for now

Behold us home on foreign land

I dream of fish

The anthem of the underground

Lives of others are our own

Freedoms lost to symbols in the sand

 

The roar of advertising hoards

The scent of hounds caught

Colour blind gentiles wishing they thought

Fox prophets not Mayans forethought

Forefathers forewarned

You play in the NDAA asking who dropped the ball?

Drink to Change Y’all

Rewind, reframe, he promised change Y’all

He brought change y’all

You sliced the turkey he  gave your rights away  Y’all

Happy New Years Day…Nah

 

Let the globe fall in Times Square

Cos Time’s square

Made your bed you better lie there

You might die there

1.5 million background checks in six days?

Civil war on the horizon, no more crime there

Fewer people owning more guns

No mention of hip hop are they high there?

Cheap rhetoric  woven like denim in wool clothing

The island is now the Octagon you’re in a fight there

Paid off the bill of rights like a poker debt

Goodnight Terror Hello Education

Soundtrack to the Struggle

Low key abomination

  

My insides out sight

Live amongst web sites

Detain and kill poet

I’ll take a shot to the head write

Paralytic insight

Everybody has their price tag

I’m just trying to be lead right

Bullets cost privacy

We got to be dressed right

So much food for thought

Who wants to be fed right?

 

Chess Boxing and Politics

Idolatry frivolities

Mixed race Mixed Messages

It’s in his nature no apologies

Slanderous sugar sweetens coffee cups

Jihad is everywhere

Who told you not to give a F***

Bank rolled you to give it up

Great Land of America have your balls shrivelled up?

Have you learned to zip it up?

Little Britain I ain’t started yet

America stopped saying suck?

NDAA hockey game

Human rights are the puck

 

Oh the Land of the Free………and the Home….of the ……Brave

Unwanted

Sometimes….I feel 

Like a rudderless child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudder less child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a fatherless child
A lone stranger
An embryo

Liquid flames cased in power puff names
Pains engaged to a hair trigger guage
Distorted inceptions and schools of disdain
Encumber my soul with melodic chill blains
I’m lost in ill gains, strapped to real frames
My electric lion flow has been tamed
Trying not to settle, my earth has been maimed
Dying to be a tribute act though I lit my own fame
Scarred with in sense, I stink out the game
My knowledge they deem is too out there for in-game
My mettle’s twisted so I touch my in sane
My pane is transparent and I’m the heir apparent
I’m all gassed up as his history I parrot
I’d snap the neck of every clock for every time I wanna garrot
A strap line that entwines my heart to this brand cos

Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudderless child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudder less child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a fatherless child
A lone stranger
An embryo

A rodent on the wheel of fortune, running
Sporting a back pack of rations gunning
chasing the mirror till it falls off bloodied
To applause and jeers of is that all he studied
chased the pack catching all the nuts n ruts
he swivelled the inflection yet the echo stayed put
he, broke his back to heal men when hell was afoot
yet sparing no change he felt only rifle butts
Bayonets to the gut, enoch’s rivers were his blood
speech, so flowing were his veins
You were nothing but hanging mucus when needed
nothing but a bane so

Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudderless child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudder less child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a fatherless child
A lone stranger
An embryo

Ineffectual vibrations preach wisdom to holed walls
Disrespect migrates, generational roll calls
Keep picking up the phone hoping my garden grows balls
Bog hands noting the viscosity of snow fall
Naked can I handle when the stalactites fall
I’ve got a mouth of stalagmites but no choir on which to call
They’ve got no room for my range I’m just a car left to stall
My bairns bereft of heart set to crawl
Supposed grab life that ain’t even a trip for me to fall
So I scribe symbols in the dirt, scriptures for you all
cos

Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudderless child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudder less child

Sometimes….I feel
Like a fatherless child
A lone stranger

A vogue stranger
A known angel
Unwanted

The Watcher

We live to garner misty eyed history
What’s the jewel in a vision when a fool can twitter wisdom?
Rumours fuel the cistern, news drives the piston
Gears of war we shift them
Buy into the download without questioning trade position

Occupy, religion, a petition for peace
A theism will be the currency of the beast
You’re a zone soon timeless imprisoned by reservoir dogs
Chanting for the real man as though man can really be God

Trying to educate Rita’s I wonder why we bother
It’s like impregnating women that don’t want you as the father
Time to face the ugly truth, talk about pre-Madonna’s
Charisma carpenter’s superficial
Seems we’re finishing in the darkness
Fighting the fiction of forefathers
Enshrined in Jean Paul Sartre
Claiming to be Levite rooted amidst a climate of dishonour

Fiscal factions, code masters, program us to disarmour
The liberty once fought for
When’s the roll going up yonder?
Has earth ever been this sombre?

The romance of advances an antidote to privacy
Increase taxes in broad daylight
Yet want to jail us for prayer and piracy
Minority reports, majority too blind to see
Animosity retorts truth is a crime, believe
Elohim mixed spit with dirt
My template for life in rhyme to bleed.

So Sick it’s almost tasteful
Tell your ears grab a plateful
So much Scheisse’s served in factual fable
I wonder are we Cain or Able?
The governments lost its bite
The army seems so sabre
Bobby Caldwell brought the light
Now we’re spotting signs of illumination

Earthquakes, typhoons volcanoes
An ex Fugee helps the Haitians
Black panthers are chocolate Nazis
Who never get de nominations
Napalm’s the new facial
Post a picture to your Facebook
You’ll see a Christian observing Ramadan
Before a Sharia leader tastes pork
Cos gaining status is a cakewalk

Is that incite or hate talk?
Fork in the revelation?
When some folks job is to ignore
I wake them with this my resignation
I’m just an apprentice baker
Serving a piece of peace to the creation
What is the truth of freedom?
When speaking your mind is inflammation
See they tie us to the net
Drip feed us degradation
Wiki leaks are demonised
Yet divorce is information
Consumerism is a religion
Where every guru gains a saint hood
Some worship fame and money
Then claim to the world there aint a God
Am I a bible basher because I dare to name God?

Mass conversions on the rise, trending topic, it aiint hard
There’s no tape for me to duct down so join my fight on the same card
In time a poet will be known as saying instead of their name
The bar(re)d

Teardrops

You said it’s ok to cry sometimes
But I don’t know
If I should

Alarm bells ring like wind chimes
The rhythm of the breeze stings my
Naked soul as sit in the snow my
Chest exposing the hole
Widened with each choke of your
Fire and smoke that I
Crawl under each lump in my throat
Your pleasantries
Energies like mis-sold loans
Dance in the space I once called home
I yearn and grown to be filled by one
Touch yet my reflection Is
Not enough for me and you
Have insight yet still

You said it’s ok to cry sometimes
But I don’t know
If I should

When we’ve stepped to the floor
Violins violently play off course
Swayed by the question of what chord
Are we playing.
Want are we saying doth need
I must bleed the trust speech
Before getting up to speed
For our erosion
Will we be on like Trojan or off like toe jam
Two angels on your shoulder
Your head knots, there’s no light
So you hold back and thank me

You said it’s ok to cry sometimes
But I don’t know
If I should

I’m welling up, dam
Losing my cool bucketing
Playing the fool like your luck was in
Cos only fools fall in love right?
Wrong, wrong, wrong again
I got wise now I’m stuck again
No safety, no heart
I was a safe choice unsafe from the start
I traded instincts for art
Got a mass produced item
Another nice person trophy
I’ve got another thousand like em
My blood boils, I’m ready to stop writing
But I can’t
Without you this thing wouldn’t be kiting

You said it’s ok to cry sometimes
But I don’t know
If I should

I’m flooding my world
Adam’s got no Eve again
Just memories of every type of loss
Collect my heart from thieves again
Turn the bass up and breathe again
Die to the world and dream again
Wake up to get hurt, pick up pen vent spleen again
Cos though you said it’s ok to cry sometimes
This I can’t do
Without you
Yes I know it’s ok to cry sometimes
But this time
Tears just wont do
Any more