THEY STOLE OUR RIGHTS AND GAVE US OUR WRONGS

THEY STOLE OUR RIGHTS AND GAVE US OUR WRONGS

They stole Our rights and

gave Us Our wrongs

Then They called Us disloyal

when We dared to question

Who made the rules

They made Us feel guilty 

for reclaiming Our belongings

They told Us nothing 

belonged to Us as if

We don’t belong 

They took what’s Ours 

made Their rules Their laws

then called Us wrong 

for demanding Our rights

They poisoned Our fruits

They bittered Our roots

We know They exist

We don’t know who They

are or who They be 

We call them They 

We should never forget

what They done

Take It Up Another Level

I don't need to be the loudest in the room

I just need one line that goes "KABOOM"

put a periot on it then start again

with nothing more than a ink pen

hold up before you hear me I'm about

to say something that might sound different

when you think about it I didn't come to life

to feed the mind I came to see a hungry mind

evrybody got a voice but who got a point

when they want the whole truth I give em' half

then laugh out loud to confuse the crowd 

I put my thoughts on trial and let the 

evidence speak on my behalf 

I said what I said what did you hear

I stand on business belief is shakey ground

the truth hit different when it's something

to fear you can spend your whole life

trying to make things clear

some people see a mirror and stil...

Thought You Had Time

you spend your whole life trying to
get somewhere "get there"
 you look around like why ain't I there
chasing what's next while now 
 disappears then call it bad luck
 when you run out of years 
  you say "that's just life" like life
made the rules you keep 
 playing the game like you ain't
got no moves you blame the
 whole world for choices you 
choose then wonder how come
 you keep losing with nothing 
to lose everybody want flowers
 nobody want to grow none
everybody want the harvest
 ain't nobody sow none 
you can't buy back a second 
 "you know that" can't 
rewrite a decision when 
 the moments in the past 
you can bury your regrets 
but the the roots grow fa...

A Privilege To Be

Winter is coming reminding me

of the hole in the pocket of a coat

I see beautiful people I don't 

want to see go growing old 

I wonder if they know that they're 

miracles 

I wonder if they would believe 

me if I told them that it’s a privilege to be 

Existence is extraordinary

a rare event a chance to experience

consciousness and present moments 

Darkness is only night 

day will come there will be

sun again and again 

Hardship and struggle too

no one's exempt from 

hurt and pain it always rain

it’s a miracle it’s a privilege to be

it’s a miracle it’s a privilege to be

it’s a miracle it’s a privilege to be 

A Peace of Real Estate

Love is not a property line

Empathy is not a lease to sign

I was never meant to hold a key

to a house that wasn’t mine

made up my mind to leave it behind

tired of paying rent in a heart

that leaves me out in a cold

I’m taking back the heat to warm

my own soul I thought myself 

a savior strong enough to bury 

the strain but I only built 

a prison out of someone else's 

pain for too long I been trying 

to fix a broken toy but looking 

deep into the void I  now see 

I am the thief who stole my joy 

Lines

      I forgot how to say
    you forgot how to say
        so we don't say
between the messages sent
we said too much of nothing

Call Me

 "call me when you get there"

not text me
not send a heart emoji

"call me"

 somebody cares enough
to wait for your voice
on the other end

 to know you made it in
to know you're safe and sound
to know you made it home

 that was the language
of nostalgic tenderness

when a call meant more
 than a notification dot

 when somebody cared enough
to wait for the sound
of your voice to tell them

        "I'm alright"
"I'm good"
         "I'm straight"

safe departures and 
safe landings were
 prayed and hoped for 

 we say see you later
as if later has already
made a promise to be

 we know later isn't promised

 my love is

"call me whe...

Pocket Change

In today's economy 
 it's next to impossible
to make a dollar make cents.

The Trials and The Tribulations

Life called us forth before
we could reply

 A gift unasked a burden we
must bear

The trial of the test the
question of the "why"

 The sentence is the time we
serve

We mourn the things that
living takes away

 We learn that freedom
comes from being bound

Through the throes of
change we lose ourselves
each day

 Somehow in the losing we
are found

We practice innocence but
cannot stay that way

 Responsibility becomes our
artifact

We learn to care then we
choose what to say to those
we care for

 We answer life by giving it
our heartbeat

The trial is life

 The tribulation is time

The verdict is who we
become in the time we
served 

OUTAGE

the power goes out suddenly the bright city remembers what darkness is all about windows blackout one by one streetlights surrender traffic signals fall silent the skyline disappears we look up from our phones the battery is 50% the device needs power and the power is gone the sky was there the whole time now it too is gone no way to reach out how did we forget how to call when the phone goes dark we can't go live no way to broadcast that we're still alive we can no longer announce our existence or beg for help when we need assistance now we hope our neighbors in a time of danger are people we can trust we are strangers because we never talk to them and they don't talk to us yet suddenly they become the only people we can reach it seems none of what we learn about the light matters for long when darkness is sure to return we look for the light we search for the truth in our darkest hour we forget how to shine yet even a spark can teach the dark how to recede like water finding ...