Friday, January 11th, 2008

qwel_and_meaty_ogre_21.jpgQwel.  Again.  Hope you won’t get sick of him,  I know I have never, and ever will. This is the reason this man’s work impresses me so much.  “Change is coming” he says “Brothers would it kill us to change?”   Sometimes I sit back and think the same thing.  I wonder if the globe will ever shake it’s image conscious mentality.

             Today we’re diamond, nickled, crippled out of critical rate

 I’m glad we think the exact same way. 



But brothers would it kill us to change?
And chain ’em up in prison when it filled ’em with hate, cause ain’t a difference
It’s pound for pound the literal weigh
Stay down for now
It’s crowns are minutes away
And hey, to each his image, with satan lickin his fangs
But sang bandstand freedom in it’s business of slaves
Who paid Jay-Z and Mantan to give it away?
Shit’ll take some new brand pants to get us to stay
Make haste
To the pinnacle, infinite, made of mineral clay
Today we’re diamond, nickled, crippled out of critical rate
A little wisdom with some rhythm to pray
A place within em, livin grace as original as the middle of gray
His cynic cake and Antoinette with a tyrannical taste
Faith abandoned
How we wise if even famine obeys?
Now we’re swimming with the salmon to calamity’s lake
With granite feet, shaped from vanity and grammy speech “thanks”
The late great planet E
The hand of greed squeezed, fannin these flames
Nine to five will be the ant theme, but man, it’d be great
Time’s a lie, Yah’s alive, why’s it man that we praise?
Anchor hands and canvas feet
Like, damn if we say
Standing deep beneath the, deep between the span of these banks
It might take a Barbie chant to get the answer dj’ed

But man it might change us to stay
Straight line ’em up and shoot ’em when they cued ’em for fame
It’s the same unnamed shooters, through the hoop with the flames
Saying truth is the rain, remain luminous and true to this or lose it in vain
Computer Judas rather view it through the tube in his brain
Supersized, eyes swollen open, two to a cage
Mother funded dungeons, running on punishment budgets
Someone’s up to something
Govern it, two to a plane for fame, sing it again, a cell
Scream it, a gain, a name
Losin it paid us well
Keep it the same and bang
Claimin the realest real
To reel in your favorite slave
Peeling the seal revealed for real
His name remains the purest
See the trees for the forest
Born to be the force of meteors or screamin it towards us
They’d sort us off in sections
There deception ignores us
To sort us to the new world
Or new world orders
For motherfuckers that would maim us to prey
Aim and pay ’em off as senators
The predators bait
Fate inevites the snake
Like, whatevers your flav
Pay the rent for your president
We’re peasants or slaves
Which is better?
Richest debtors get a whip whipped instead of a say
Let it fix itself, while dangling from venomous fangs
Your name is sediment
The bestest threats to get you to break
To make the exodus from genocide
The letters we paint

But brothers would it kill us to change from vain
jiggy, diddy, viddy what you give me to up jump the boogie
But man it might change us to stay the same shitty
gritty, cities hittin kiddies with fronts, stunts, and hoodies
Sissies with a name and claim to fame
woody looking goody, it’s all boogie to beat beat beat
With deceit seat seeded and conceit’s teeth gleamin
the truth gets diluted to me me me


Who really knows what tomorrow will bring us.  Sure, so-called soothsayers and prophets adorn our city blocks but do they know all?  Death becomes all us and I wanted to illustrate that.  I chose the love of a man and woman and what becomes of him after she moves on.  I usually keep my work non-fiction based, but once I started writing this it just kept flowing.  Enjoy, and let me know what you think.

(from a male perspective)
i feel your grip loosen see the pain flushed from your eyes/
the demons escape your head that you always hung up high/
the pride you showed despite what you owned in your home/
the rest are drones you the were always the best to know/
lest we show the ills of society through your tested ways/
we would rest in the shade indecisive in this hectic maze/
we’d wonder what this cheque will pay we’d have sex all day/
now i’m next to a grave i’m expected to face in earth you now lay/
i shed tears thinking of you and me as your eulogy is read/
sure hope it’s soon we meet now that the you in me is dead/
fortunately instead we are more so cohesive as one soul/
but now behind my chest it’s cold and my head is full/
can’t shake the blues or hues of it i’m not seen in public/
in love with her beauty its soothing her portrait i hug it/
does god exist in times like this i ask while on both knees/
just hoping that my prayers are answered and you appear before me/
shortly you leave after i’m mourning maybe the tears do stop forming/
is this normal or should i start taking heed to these warnings/
now far to lonely my shoulders can’t support the stress/
i just can’t be without you i now must report to death/

i couldn’t take it i just could be without you/
(repeat as often as possible til bridge)

(female perspective)
as i take your hand in mine for one last time it’s time/
i whisper ‘please stop crying as i you lose your eyes in mine/
no energy for pantomime as i can feel myself drift right off/
as they press on mine at least i remember that your lips are soft/
i should know i kissed them lots but death becomes me quickly/
i’m worried about you and what you’ll do so please just miss me/
i keep hearing you call my name as your cries become distant/
you seem persistant in bringing me back i’m gone in an instant/
i watch your back but i also watch you crack under pressure/
our bonds been severed and i can see that your head hurts/
it can’t be too much just hold on a bit the pain does subside/
i cry as you did for me as you fall asleep and i watch you die/