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8/ 30 More Fire!

How much more love do we really need?

Does it look like more stable marriages and less divorcees?

More faith to find a way though we disagree?

Should there be less tantrums about our wants and needs?

Is it about acceptance instead of accommodation?

Is it a contract without an escape clause .

Is it enjoying the meal in spite of the waiter

How much more love do we really need?

If it truly starts with you and me….

Is self-love a missionaries position?

Is there a bible?

What’s the core values of this religion?

Are the different types of love denominations?

How do we get to more love if some loves seem hateful?

When love shows its face why can’t some fall for it?

Mass produced in many ways, is it cheapened by brand disloyalty?

 

Your love and my love should have some common ground.

When and where can this so called more love be found?

Is it in the 18 years you stayed for the kids

Believed in second chances while refusing to forgive

Refusing to forget and let he or she live

What’s love if you’re going to act like ….well I love you too much to use you as an insult

It is uncaging, reincarnating, composing without imposing

More than doting on your yes men

It’ll give you more exposure than a naturist at a winter clothing convention

Yes!  Full of foibles, fantasies and awe-inspiring flaws

Love is adding a rug, unafraid to be naked when you open the door.

Out of love we go to war and in love, we find peace.

If love makes the world go round, it takes your will just to be.

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Numb

Perilous times have come, that’s what he said to me.

Days are but dreams, headlines are now a bed to me.

Grief and pain are like oxygen, peace is now dead to me.

What’s a warrior to his reflection if bull ish gives the lecture?

We die daily, not to sin but for the sake of being….here

As tears tear hearts, time’s words are stuttering to a whisper

Martin Luther or Malcolm?

The reformation shall be digitised.

Contact lenses become arm’s length embraces

Blue screen is cool if you can get it

We burn as charcoal, silently burning whiter than white

Why is it always so black and white?

Killing grounds we traverse as sacrifices in waiting.

What’s denial of our differences?

For the answer ask Rachel

We can’t remove our makeup!

Matter is an atom so where’s the thought for black lives

A hashtag is all that resides

We speak until we’re blue rarely reaching the bluest eyes

I’m living black going blue inside

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Off The Radio

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Out of fear of a black planet I was born. A public enemy,  nonchalant with akademiks, my pen is de la soul, common sense is my Guru.
I sample more than the breaks so I can mend hearts.
See an Epiphany is little more than a Grandmaster Flash but folk are too busy posing for the camera to get The Message.
I mean  MC’s act like they don’t know that the slackness will gets them tainted love.
I wonder when the definition of an Outkast became critical thinker.
See when knowledge reigns supreme and understanding is the queen, black and white kids will have to stop using the word n****.
For now, we try to Regulate our own 36 chambers.
It’s that New World water that infiltrates our Respiration.
Like a Foreign Exchange we sample safety to lose privacy.
Everyone thinks they can play till they enter the I.V. League where group thought is imperial and devils advocate is a life title.
Civil rights left so I speak to Gutter Rainbows about the Beautiful Struggle and find solace in the Atmosphere of Eyedeas and providence.
No more a prisoner of conscious, the abstract is made clear.

I am hip hop but it’s only scratch n’ rap you want to hear.

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Substitute Lover

Valentines

Words are just words, exclusive vocab isn’t a given
Like life it’s pro created and nurtured until you can earn your own living
Make your own decisions, percolate derisions
Yet the moment they leave Christmas, they feed you new visions
A new flight path to love, for me it’s a course in collision
I recoil before the rhythm given puts a spring in my step
If it’s the thought that counts I’m a cheater in debt
Queens will put me in check
No man’s a Casanova with a King Solomon rep
It’s my heart, my mind, love equality no dominion
So to say the same words that have been said to a billion different women
I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t really feeling them
If love is a lightbulb and electricity fills the filament
The voltage will be different for every individual
The switch may have been physical, or the completion of a circuit
If you’re creating a new heir with them, I’m hoping you feel they’re worth it
The next 364 I’m hoping that you persist
Tell them I love you in a way without the purse strings
See when Easter comes around with eggs and resurrection
I hope they’re a deeper level in your dreams
The 14th was no inception, deception
A touch of building maintainenance, not a temporary erection
Making music is nice but if you sing with no inflection
You can’t expect to decorate the inner sanctum if you disrespect the architecture
Your connection with your world ain’t based on your record collection
The groove you get when your need’s in tune with the belief you’re the best bet
Certainly not a gamble, it shouldn’t be chapter, let alone preamble
Drake said find your love, I say write your own song
Don’t make valentines a substitute for when the thrill of just chilling is gone

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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.

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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

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The Altar of Existence

Altar of Existence – Audio

It’s a new day. A new dawn
and with a yawn,
I wake…to face another day
with disgust and disgrace in my heart.
I’d rather sleep than face reality.

See, in my dreams is world where all is revealed.
No hidden truths; lies are not allowed
so we take every word at face value.
Two faces do not exist; everyone’s one face…is priceless.
No one is trying to stab u in the back
so we don’t need eyes in the back of our head.
Go head, stand there.
Speak up, speak out!
No need to scream or shout; cause we listen.
Can u hear that?
Peace, calm, tranquility, equality
all is lost…in reality.

Economy is at an all time low.
Crime is at an all time high.
It’s a vicious cycle.
Mothers and fathers killin’ families;
Babies killin’ babies;
U killin’ me; I’m killin’ u.
People! killin’ people.
I’m tired…just let me sleep.
My heart is heavy,
I’m on the verge of breaking down, giving in, not giving a fuck!
Yo 7, wassup?

I’d say I was chilling with my 1 love, listening to one love
Marley rolls in his grave cos we’re sheep whose very hums are bugged
Pin hole cameras in your Xbox, sitting behind your eggs box
No free speech in the court room cos even evidence is dubbed
It’s trial by blog talk, jury by stoning
The west takes hits to its sight from china’s back boning
They’re Roberta Flack moaning cos the stars hate their stripes
It doesn’t take an inception to see the dark night
Rising
House of the sun
It’s a new dawn, a new day
Is new what we’ve become?
No more colour bars in our global village
Culture distilled like rum
Tossed in the mixer
Chopped up in the blender
Theft is multiculturalism, in this game I’m a defender
Communism committed suicide in the name of rebranding
Left its sperm in the Industry now debt is happy landing
Chains are jangling, eff it we’re all enslaved
Nobody has any money or a proper job to get paid
Just paid off or laid off
Vanity hoes are the middle men that rich Arabs and Jews break off
Too many so called true schoolers are no more than planes doomed to crash soon after take off
So I rhyme my self discovery let Sir Francis call it a Drake off

Most of our time is wasted
ill spent as an empty vessel.
Engulfed by the digital scene
while the devil snatches our soul thru the Windows screen,
lifeless.

Crash!
“…it’s the sense of touch.
I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.”
Crash!

We all
fall
down.

Humans are the only animals that don’t mind being trapped in a net.
Caught in the web…of lies and deceit
sometimes I despise
this very existence.

And when u speak
U got me waist deep in your ish.
All that bull u spew is cool in a clique
but when u ain’t got the heels
or balls at all to stand on your own
something’s wrong.

I choose sleep than reality.
I dream of a world where all is revealed.
No hidden truths; lies are not allowed
so we take every word for it’s worth.
No disguise to hide behind.
No make up to make up a different you.
No façade, charade or masquerade.
We see the real, raw, uncut…the true.

Softly I close my eyes
slowly I drift off
to a deep slumber.
Sleep.
(end)

Party Popper,
We click to our clique good and proper
Type into the hype
Get a gob stopper when the invite’s not in Arial
Naïve like Ariel
Need to re-tune our aerials
I’m at dis ease with this venereal virtual insanity
Remember when cyber sex was the only virtual reality?
Put on your 3D glasses, consume the lewd hologram
No more soul by the pound
Man is just a hollow gram sniffing at the crack
Getting high off what he lacks, what happened to the hustle?
So used to being an ass we’re acquainting the bustle
Feathers ruffle, fluorescent colours dry
Painting the life and times of tontine
Even bards fall off line, trying to be, online
It’s abuse of the mind
Big brother’s just a paedophile
Grown folk grow puerile the moment they turn style
Through social network turnstiles
The sonic booms without guile, worth no more than the rouble
Credit where due but even the streets view is Google

Analytics, permissions, terms and conditions
Caught in a torrent of self delusion and Orwellian vision
Liberalism cries foul at conservative inclination
So they down load the truth with spurious justification
Every click is recorded yet we yell privacy invasion?

It’s information with insinuation where terror cells are angry birds
They saturated the net so people die to get heard
Peace needs to be more than a word
Demons have us dancing for morsels
You got served by the very thought of
Soul seek and soul search
Tell me why real talk seems to be known as CHURCH

Who really knows their worth?
This mess seems polemic
This multiplex called earth suddenly seems less scenic
Full of nerds, perps and beatniks though I wouldn’t want to be um
So I get off my chair and leave the coliseum
Alone

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