Piece Of Mine

Learned my own lessons to become my own instructor,
Multiple trains of thought I think need my own conductor,
I speak of freedoms and see faith as her obstructor,...tradition is her abductor,...the constitution fucked her,
I live on a land where they say we all free all in still I need six separate forms of ID...just to get an ID,
Man...I-D-clare I wear a mental trauma worse than any warfare,
The dapper don draped in an elegant despair, so bright you could lose your eyesight if you dare..stare at this rare breath of fresh air,
I live life on the humble in a concrete jungle where daily it gets harder not stumble,...but my balance is impeccable, my choices are selectable, the truth I speak delectable, the lies easily detectable, my opinion inflexible, respect is so respectable,
My minds frame has been impossible to tame since the day I became...more than a social number and a given sir name,
More than a statistic in a world so sadistic...that it's not uncharacteristic for the sane to go ballistic,
Tread lightly when you ask me what I'm thinking of...chances are I'm scaling the fence of HATE or LOVE,
In defense if you say that I'm out of...the very mind that I've grown to be proud of,
Feeding it until it becomes obese from a truth filled feast...would you like a piece?!,....food for thought - COOK FOR YOUR DAMN SELF,
Damn self...thank you for turning down that mental fast food,
I season my own thoughts and bake my emotions...deep fry my nightmares and steam my devotion...

False Prophets

How does one feed a greed..whose hunger overpower a need,
How can a leader lead if in his heart he begs and pleads...to follow,
Just another sheep dressed in his herder clothes..who chose to superimpose, the limelight but the second it got bright..he froze!!

Shooting Stars of Aspiration

Every time a shooting star falls out of grace, it's up to one of US to rise an take it's place,
In my case...I've risen but I've fallen,
Tired to ignore the callin found a cave and tried to crawl in,
I hid with my short comings and chilled long desires..which extinguished internal fires,
So sick of empty promises from full blown liars,
That my heart slammed shut..you couldn't open it with pliers,
Tried cutting my loose ends but couldn't find all the wires,
I prostituted ambition but couldn't find any buyers,
Use to fein for hope but couldn't find any suppliers,
Fuck!!...I'm just a HUEman that aspires to be great before the date - that he expires,
But the stone cold truth is that I'm at the rock bottom - of life's totem pole,
When all I want to do is touch more souls then those who make soles..in Seoul, Korea
When Martin had the dream he gave me an idea,
Then Malcolm helped me put it into practice,
Still waters running deep like the inside of a cactus,
At the very least my foundation is stable, which is more then I can say for luxuries like having cable, it's always on and off like my asthmatic cough,
I'm a Spartan it was really called three hundred and one,
Survived and walked like a warrior from here to the sun,
That shines on my father who ignored his only son, thirty something days after my life had just begun...

Be a man...

Who will feed your fam if you don't, who'll teach your son to be a man if you won't,
(In my case) my grandfather did everything that he could do, but in all actuality it was more than he should...of had to do,
I was fortunate - you know one of the few that had a righteous father figure to look up to,
But it didn't last for long...G-Pops was well off in his years, soon after I felt the pain that was hurting my peers,...of not having a man there through the toughest years - of life, teaching me self respect and how to choose a wife,
You'd be amazed by the shit I had to learn on my own, like..how to turn a project apartment into a happy home, - even when the rents late,
For lack of dead presidents call me Lorenz Tate,
Can you relate to this irate slash at times neglected mind state...of wanting to ask my father, "motherfucker why mate..how could you procreate then ignore what you create?!?",...be a man!!

W.age A.ppointed R.esources

Warm breaths..followed by cold heartbeats on these harsh streets, where reality meets - every letter my pen leaks, and my sanity greets everyone of my great feats - I ever scribbled on a sheet, creating a physical receipt...for everything my eyes ever paid for,
I don't mind working I just wish I made a little more,
Picture a life where the working poor, are slaving to maintain a petty status & decor...of higher standards then the people living next door,
Call it what you'd like but to ME thats WAR,
Where I...am on the front lines being bombarded by late fees and fines, social constructs that intend to undermine...the light this darkness forced me to shine while this economy spirals in a rapid decline...because this financial system is an artificial shrine, designed to confine - you - in a state impossible to align...with the universal energy I encountered as divine,
The death of all financial institutions is what I call a new age revolution,...for all born on the wrong side of prostitution - getting fucked by thee almighty dollar,
Making a living off the crumb that broke the roach back,
Some make a living off a crumb called crack provided by the government as they profit off the resources we lack,
Somedays I wonder why my asthma attacks...then I remember there are people in shacks - without a radio,
NEVER ignore the ratio...of that haves and the have nots,
As the haves sail the seas at 30 knots on luxury yachts....the have nots begin to organize & plot, for the demise of OUR oppressors who enslaved US in a melting pot,
These are diverse plantations and that's a serious allegation...but...don't blame me blame the tense relations - between the midget consumer and giant corporation, look no further for an explanation,
The time to act is NOW fuck an invitation,
It's time to RISE high fuck a limitation,
Cementing my foundation fuck a fluctuation,
Becoming one of one with the earths rotations and conversing with the earths vibrations...but not like the ones that effected every Haitian - those were man made,
To keep thee enslaved and poor people afraid, and to show US that even during a disaster...somebody will get PAID!!!!

High Hopes

I proclaim this order is disorder as I trespass over each imaginary border,
In a land where you can barely drink the water...unless you'd like a dose Floride, plus you can't hide...it flows through your plumbing no matter where you reside,
That's why my civic pride died - on the day I was denied the simple right to decide,
Therefore...since my third eye opened I have yet to let it blink in a world whose inhabitants are to lazy to think,
I put two and two together and think outside of the box that once restrained me with physiological locks, that were tougher than escaping out of two Fort Knox,
Now I'm banging on the system - when most people are too afraid to knock, all in still they mock me cus I won't flock...to the next trend designed to raise a company's stock,
And even worse they criticize the moment you begin to rise,
Now I'm forced to improvise with high hopes to stay wise - while time flies, knowledge is being draped in a disguise and even worse..taught to mimic lies,
So my ears now decipher the cries but my eyes remain on the prize,
Which is less like a prize - more the way I want to live - but first I had to learn to GIVE a fuck again,
That last line might be the realest shit I've ever penned or typed out before I pressed send,
As I document this journey to not only ascend but universally transcend...
Pardon if my stubborn ways left you offended...after all that wasn't what I intended,
As far as life goes I've just begun to comprehend it - with high hopes - that my time on earth can somehow be extended!!

Love Crime

It hurts to be a part of relationship that's doomed from the very start, all because you fell in love with a broken heart that when pieced back together resembled fine art,
If only there was contraception for petty deception,
Torment and Bliss...I've outlined they're connection, then I realized that they were linked together by affection,
Whether never shown or over applied,
I remember when my hands would glaze and glide over her body as I dried every tear she ever cried,
With that said - when she asked me if I loved her...I lied!!,
The NO that I replied was created by a pride I had yet to push aside,
I've been down this lonely road so many times, luckily for me there's not a penitentiary for love crimes,
I'd be sitting on loves death row reaping for the seeds I never got a chance to sow, maybe because people rarely got a chance to ever know the persona I had to learn to rarely show,
Even so...I wonder how much I owe for quid pro being my status quo,
In all reality a snakes skin sheds slow...oh!...to me be the woe!!