Hear the block breathe —tires sing, neon hums,kids trade futures like marbles. Some days the sky looks low, but we learn to bounce it back with our knees. I walk with my pockets empty and my chest full of loud plans. Neighbors wave like old flags,mothers cook miracles on two burners,and the corner preacher shouts hope into the cold. We move in rhythm —grind to a drumbeat only we can hearYou learn to be soft with the small things, hard with the world that wants to break youKeep your head up — the stars still poke through the city lightWe make music out of what’s left. Mother Tongue. She taught me grammar for the heart —how to say sorry and mean it,how to hold tight when the world loosensHer laughter smoothed the jagged corners of my childhoodHer hands wrote prayers on the back of my wristsSometimes I owe her the world and still fall shortSometimes I call her and she just knowsShe’s the first sermon I ever heard —plain truth wrapped in cornbread and cautionIf I ever make it, I make it for her,and if I fail, she still shows up with towels and quietLate Night GospelThe city sleeps wrong —sirens make lullabies for restless souls. But in the dark my soul finds its rhythm. I kneel on thrift-store rugs,name my debts, my small victories,then whisper to the sky like it’s familyFaith ain’t a shiny thing. It’s the steady foot on the stair when the elevator stopsIt’s calling tomorrow even though today bit hardIf you want proof, watch me work — I pray with my hands and hustle with my heartSomebody once told me — keep going I doMirror GameLook me in the glass —don’t blink at the parts you don’t likeI got scars that map my decisions,and a jaw that learned to clinch through stormsI could blame the city, the friends, the grass on fire,but the reflection don’t argueI change my shirt, my tone, my goalsI don’t pretend I ain’t scared of losing what I built,but I also ain’t scared to rebuild it strongerAccountability is a heavy word, but it’s mine nowIf you want me to be different, watch me get to work. I’ll meet you where honesty lives Ya dig?
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Block SymphonyHear the block breathe —tires sing, neon hums,kids trade futures like marbles. Some days the sky looks low, but we learn to bounce it back with our knees. I walk with my pockets empty and my chest full of loud plans. Neighbors wave like old flags,mothers cook miracles on two burners,and the corner preacher shouts hope into the cold. We move in rhythm —grind to a drumbeat only we can hearYou learn to be soft with the small things, hard with the world that wants to break youKeep your head up — the stars still poke through the city lightWe make music out of what’s left. Mother Tongue. She taught me grammar for the heart —how to say sorry and mean it,how to hold tight when the world loosensHer laughter smoothed the jagged corners of my childhoodHer hands wrote prayers on the back of my wristsSometimes I owe her the world and still fall shortSometimes I call her and she just knowsShe’s the first sermon I ever heard —plain truth wrapped in corn...  |
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EarthquakeI head the Earth quake as my words shake and I have been left deposited in fragments of lingering thoughts. I thought my influence would have been deeper that his, I was small fish with with a big wish and all the while sputtering through my gills. I curbed words and turned corners and I was on top of everything. I saw the Universe tremble before me and for that one brief moment I was on top of the world moving in waves and all the while saving my soul. There should have been no reason for it, I was Unlimited and having limited thoughts. I stepped forward and at the same time watched everyone else step back. I was my only limitation and all the while putting it in the hearts and minds of everyone else. I was the only one here just like you are the only one reading this and all the while knowing and unknowing that you are great. |
Changing The PastI am changing the past and there is only one way to do that, its to change exactly what I am doing in this present moment. If you are changed by the past, if it somehow trips you up, you need to start skipping. Do you see how that works? You are always moving forward changing the past. You are more special today than you were yesterday because you recognize that you are. Breathe in and out and feel your consciousness rewriting your DNA, changing ripples in time. And it is time, you have been staring in that rearview mirror for too long and now you can look forward and really see the light that is leading you. |
I Dreamed Of ThisI dreamed of this day, I knew this was possible and the world did not even bend to my will. I looked inwards, asked and the answer was received. The truth is I knew it all along. I had to be still and listen for the answer to reach me. I spent too much time chasing it. And all the while remaining still and letting the Universe just give me the answer. I didnt even have to get ready for the answer. I just had to be one with the result and act as if. A lot of this may sound cryptic but deep down inside I knew that I possesed the answer. I just needed to listen to it queitly.
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Heaven On EarthI wonder if you have ever experienced heaven on Earth, its a wonderful mindset. You wish for what you want in the world, then see it all around you, and all of a sudden the world starts changing to meet your higher vibration. You are part of the magic that makes all of this possible. You could say that this is wishful thinking but that is exactly what it is. You have the power of a God inside of you and you must know that all things are possible. So I'll see you in Heaven on Earth. |
Black Is BeautifulBlack is beautiful but I think you already knew that. It still helps to state facts and our influence is far reaching. Its all about the dna, we are riddled with excellence, so much so that others try to surpress it but you cant surpress greatness. Not for long anyway. Just know that I see you and just how great you are. |
The Vibe Is StrongThe vibe is strong here and it is clear we came with a purpose. We were cursed and we turned it into prosperity. We engineered somethng different, something special, and we are all a part of that. From the ether we spread the word that urban poetry is a part of all us. Each and every day, I see poets move forward in their passions and that makes me feel some type of way about it. I knew we were special and we prove that every day. The vibe is definitely strong here. |
Taking Care Of BusinessWe need to make sure we are taking care of business. We can moving forwards and backwards but we need to lookout for how the inner workings are moving sideways. We have to crab walk with them and use your claws the whole way. We cant be swaying the way, walking in sin and then asking for Universal energy. We have to be planted and firm. Otherwise, the business takes care of us. |
Reference DocsYou need a reference doc for the wisdom that I am getting ready to distribute. You just dont have the feeling you need to meet the demans of your life. You are still operating off of hurt principles. It cant be that simple. The words just cant flow so ordinary that you have to take extraordinary measure to meet the demands of your ideal life. Keep fighting for what you believe in but the key to it all is to stop fighting. Sharpen your teeth and let your goals tremble at your grit. Aint that about a b*tch. You have to project strength before you have it. Make a note of it. Grab an oar, make a boat of that. Swim out to your dreams. You just have to believe that you have always been swimming. Because lately you have been skimming, touching the surface and not diving in. |