Never Stop Believing

Saucy

I have been laying on the sauce real thick, I think I upgraded from sauce to molasses. I was keeping things stick sticky. I barely got out of there, for all the damage I have caused I never thought to have anything like regrets. I was a part of the future, I was literally stuck to it and it was sticking to me. I wanted to world on my shoulder and I carried that motherf**ker. 

Ding dong, answer that doorbell. It's me. I came here to do something significant and I think I achieved that goal. I was never in control but I let God take the wheel and I trusted his guidance. 

Sipping on Sunshine

I am sipping on sunshine, with a big straw too. I was always in this place of abundance. I have been looking forward to it. I was a part of this world and I still am. I am hopeful and thinks are looking up or at least I am. I see that all things are beautiful and I want to thank the world with giving me this opportunity. I maximized it. I took no shorts and just kept pushing the envelope. 

I realized that there were no corners and I was bending every single one of them. If you can see me, then it is already too late. You already made a mistake and even entertained a conversation with me. I was always going to bend the rules in your favor and in mine. I was waiting for this time and you made one fatal mistake. 

You checked your watch.

Bulge

I was literally bulging, ideas and prose were coming from all directions. I was influential in this endeavor. I was clever about it and I just let the ideas flow through. I started off black and then I was something more than that. I was seeing all perspectives and I did not hesitate on anything that I wanted to accomplish. 

There was a fine line that separated me from the elite and now that line is gone and only I remain, here, bulging. Flexing my muscles and didnt even break a sweat yet. I was as cold as it gets and heating up every minute.

Bacon and Grease

Im hitting them with both and Im making sure its hot. Why not, I was not born into this world to be mediocre, im stoking flames, taking names on a piece of paper just to burn them on the flames again. I am without equal and I am not looking for accolades but da*n Im good. Glad I could share this stage with you and know that it has been a great honor sharing this space with you. 

Thats bacon do. We make things look good but no one really understands the pain it took to get here. Its greasy out here.

Complicit

Im sorry to say that I was part of all the bullsh*t. I shoud have been more careful of the thoughts that I let ruminate in my mind. I left the front and the barn doors open and everything just filtered in unfiltered. The world was trying to get me to believe something and somewhere, something inside of me knew I was getting the wrong message and I was just not quite processing it right. I let think they were winning and all the time I was sinning hoping to make a way when there didnt appear to be a way at all. 

I was small in comparions to the huge machinery running beside and through my thoughts. They wanted to me to believe that being Black was being Black and didnt even define it for me. They made up a bunch of words that made them feel better while all the while trying to get me to understand that this was a good thing. 

We are capable of so much more and they keep pushing back trying to make us believe something that we should not. We are Be-ing...

Pollution

Negative thoughts are pollution, just no other way to put it. But just because it is pollution, that doesn't mean you have to inhale the fumes. The air is clean out here and you have to just breathe it in. 

That's your life force talking...inhaling and exhaling to that rhythm of your heart. And there you are, at the seat of your soul. 

Picky Eater

Im a picky eater and Im not waiting for it either. I want exactly what I am asking for from the Universe, saucy and all. I want to indulge and at the same time be of service. I have been swaying back and forth at this dinner table, the odd part is that I have been sitting here since breakfast. I still aint broke my fast yet and Im not even hungry. I can wait until I get what I want and I know what I want. 

I want greatness but I just cant do it unless I have a witness. I am not dismissing any options and looking at all the desserts on the menu. 

You get it.

Float

I was floating on cloud 9. I was pissed off that I had to wait until 9, I collected all 8 along the way and I must say, it was beautiful. I was breathing in God and exhaling something completely different. I was in a dark room and I could not see anything that was worth seeing. I was beaming with light and floating on air. I was my own hero.

Conquerer

I am a conquerer, thats what I came here for and I have been firing on all pistons. I cracked a few cylinder heads and kept going. I wasnt even looking back, I was stacking win on top of win, heck I was stacking wins on top of losses. I didnt care. I didnt see any way for me to lose and it was not happening. I went into the reservoir and drained it. I was running on empty and kept running. 

There was no one behind me and frankly I didnt care. I left gaps and broke brokens, I even scratched them while I was at it. I was adding rhyme to reason and all it has been this year is my season. 

So hold back your applause, I was doing this for me. I conquered myself and kept moving.

Block Symphony

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 corn...