Rebel

 

Rebel

My ascension will provoke anxiety but I have a shrink, chaos in the horizon but I refuse to blink, refuse to think, how I came alive after each disaster, I stay safe because my dreams preach just like a pastor

They insisted on calling me MC Socrates, for the rawest flow of the philosophy, drip dropping these and spitting so harshly that the atmosphere is due for apologies. Ophthalmology, my rhymes are college bound destined to major in astrology

I say, kill the noise I’m trying to read, about these information age gladiators conversing with me, as if I would seize the opportunity, as they mistaken the nights silence for some sort of hypocrisy, but politics had no play, no diplomatic immunity today

Just News to say, bypass the outlets and fools, fill up on vegetables especially the peas, mastered any pattern that’s in between A and Z, god locked me in my chamber but I had already stolen the key. This battle is Jr. King vs. Mini Me, do you think happiness is the antonym to my strife, I’ll die for what I believe then live a fake life

Should I climax to create the calamity, or the let everyone else balance modern laws in this world’s insanity. They set a spotlight to our flaws

They wouldn’t stop at our information so they broke our jaws

Without speech there is the greatest language, strongest cause is created out of anguish

Rhyming patterns are the infrastructure in bulk

The Rebel, through devastating storms I base my life upon with the portraits and statues I sculpt

With desperation, I wonder if I missed daylight and the birds had sung

The taste of fear, on my tongue

So I left for the area where the sky was blue, deceived them enough to believe I was from the Metro area of Timbuktu

My holy grail was a picture of something inappropriate I drew

People acted like I spoke in tongues, they feared my scars, frowned as I put smoke in my lungs

I felt like I wanted to declare war on the young

Wondering if this is why the politicians need so many guns! Pleaded with a plot, I observed my life all day

I had epic conservations with big words, because I had nothing to say

The music was the same old melody and even that wouldn’t play

How can I live defeated by my own constitution, I blamed my problems on the new pollution

I wanted to grow wings, and be part of a spiritual revolution

I hate people who wear their sun glasses because they think they are so bright

Never understand censoring the violence when every day I live it

I acted tough, tried to try, each day was another reason to die

Still judged as an outcast of my family, my mind was no longer parallel to my sanity

I entertained therapists with my calamity

Spat volatile and unnecessary amounts of profanity

Depression tried to kill me, not with one assassin, but the whole fleet

When I lost, it wasn’t the defeat but the purpose; I had an army and all of its analogies at my feet

I never paused, I’d never retreat

How should I end this, put my life on repeat?

Fast forward the nonsense, and find something to keep

 

 

Da Da Da (Transcending Hearts)

I see the air to keep on moving as the sounds are gloomy but the music is grooving

I want to believe that this taste in my mouth isn’t that bitter

I’m in love with a shadow that’s a lie stranded under the night sky

A Girl who hates the simple things and is so special she occupied my mind

The pain she has been inflicting made me feel like a victim

And I feel like a little lost child, but then I realize I’m the chosen one

So look in my eyes before I run

My memory has notes on a scandal, I’m breathing in the air of a lost night desperately trying to find a pattern among the screams

The stage and the beams overcome me as my soul leaves my body

I saw my love from a distance, and even as the dark nights cease

I realize my heart may not know its part, but the pain got leaner when you were by my side

I remember a lovelorn creature scrambling to be free, with a heart that was to big for me

My love stayed down to the wire where the bad ones go, and she ran with me down a desolate hill only to fall to the bottom

Her last words run with me wherever I go, from the top of the stars, to a sky that is blue, to the snow of a windy mountain or drowning in a river

She was my last thought, as I was baptized by rejection

I know the night would forewarn me but a day would come when this hex and curse would let me free

I smile in the mirror remembering the past, and thinking about a future

She set my world on fire, but someday another will burn it down

The nights when my body was numb and I dreamed hard and shot high, my hand passing through clear skies

Sometimes my heart sinks like stone, and I wonder when I will roam

When the days will engulf my chest and I will once again be blessed

I’ve been ruined and tarnished, only to be reborn as the representative of lost hearts

I miss the days when my heart would beat so hard I’d feel like I was dying, when I’d wipe off her tear as she was crying

But those memories have a time to go

I shake off the nonsense and stand on the edge wondering whether there is a way back home,home to all the pain and the dishonor, I wanted to show everyone I know that I was going to make it home

I went to hide from whatever is broken, that reaps through the wild wide ocean tide

And as I glide,all the love in past won’t hurt inside and maybe it’s time to go and be something greater then I’ve ever tried, and I don’t want to hurt your pride,but maybe its time to just fly?

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The Power of the Ghetto (We Will Be Seen & Heard)

Your life is fantasy so waive your rights
I’m infiltrating systems like a parasite, done seen people get themselves slashed over some dumb fights and long nights, it’s good times in the ghetto like dynamite

I’m screaming all types of stuff in Swahili, think you get your way getting all touchy feely, gone way to far to back out since you disrespected the family

Gonna slay some hogs, train some of the most vicious dogs

We’ve got dope in one hand and scares on our wrist

Spoken words but these rhymes can’t be heard because I’m getting so pissed, use weapons as words so I traded in my fists but now it’s crunch time so it’s less doing more dying and I can see myself bleeding out now and my grandma crying

Don’t know what the war stares for, because when you’re treated like animals it’s hard to be cared for. My tears, well they were symphonies dedicated to you

Ain’t got time for no sentimental shit that doesn’t stay true, somewhere located in between the Green like blue, I was only planning on taking you out but I’ve got time for two, it’s time to yell because I was raised in hell

Got white boys talking Ebonics on the new cell, they feel their inner tenement

Got fucking punched in the mouth, I think I taste cinnamon

Turns lemons into Kool-Aid, corporate mechanism and don’t worried you’ll get paid

Life’s a game and she said that sucks for you

Negroes with broken fingers throwing up signs from Timbuktu

This is my time and if I don’t destroy this shit before one I’m going to count until two

Learn about the ghetto not from the school of hard knocks but the future of electives, change to a different perspective

An old fiend or a dumpster with a stillborn baby, half dead dogs and some skunked out ladies

Cat’s been run over, whooper junior that has the rabies

We’ve got to fight the power, with a few good words because the absurdity is beyond comprehension on a nickel bag of dissension but I’m sorry I can’ t bet my life on Christ’s pension

Finding tension in my families lesser intentions, and looking at brighter days in my funeral home lynching