woke up today with mixed feelings, you ever wondered why the good die young? i know that's just a saying that most people roll with...but clearly i was caught up thinking, why do bad things happen to good people.
i once had a long talk about life being unfair with my mum's as she be the one person i break bread with, i had just had a pretty messed up day and nothing was making sense...i would have used a better word to describe exactly how i feel...but due to the young readers out there...i would not be the one to corrupt their clear speech. anyway i was complaining about the cruelty of the world and the good life up on the green hills that the unholy live, by this i mean the unrighteous, but then remember let the one with no sin cast the first stone, so i don't judge people....yeah i ain't that holly my self...i only live by the mercy of the almighty.
Basically what my mum answered back was straight and pretty simple, why do some babies get born blind or with disfigurations. i guess i got my answer straight.
Yo if you ever have one of them messed up moments...hate and curse your life, call them the mid-night hours...cause every second passes, time will change events, plus you could look around you and see how lucky you are ...i bet your life is way much better than you think it is, don't curse God, thank him for your breath and health.
poor man's dream.
Lost sun is a poor man's dream, they love to hear me speak, i pass hope to these breed, in the sick life they live, my metaphors lead and spread desire to the short minded MC's cause i tend to bring out reality through the words that i speak, rhymes i spit effortless like riding a bicycle with no hands.
I can't explain these thoughts, i guess God given, my life in a nut shell, be magnetic, genetic, plus astropolific, i kick rhymes on the streets walking, miming alphabetic, at times im lava like when spit comes off the top, always on reality always on point,born with the mic tool stuck to my hand and still i aint never used it.
Sick thoughts, the world feeds me with these sick vibes, this life treats me cruel, so check this why am i alive, i was raised by the world like the jungle to kid Tarzan, i live it full, my mother's love keep my heart beating, hip hop words keeps my spirit alive, God grants me breath, so clean and free no doubt.
So i live like the angel Michael, shine bright, the planet sun, lost sun on his own universe, look at the earth from afar, way up above, neglecting the violent political talks, the poor with constant landlord knocks, fat men on green hills with wicked grinns just a streach away.
This is to all my brothers living the poor man's dream, keep your hopes and walk with your head up, i still wake up with a smile on my face, spread my wings wider and manage to walk this paved reality fitted with red carpets.
Word. i wish life was simple...wake up and just smell the fresh air and hear the simple charming melodies from the birds...and ofcause the warm feel of the sun in my face.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Stranger within me.
After the long introduction in my previous piece to my first love the union that can't be broken, i thought i would jump ahead and put down this piece, i basically hate routine so I'm not going to give a footage bit by bit in a sequence like a boring soap opera...rather thought to skip as my brain commands as this is not my life story but the actions inflicted by my brain mentality so yeah...now you understand, biographies should be dedicated to our brains...like we should actually give our brains names. half of the people i know have named very weird parts of their bodies that I'm not at discretion to mention due to reasons better known by Microsoft.
This piece was one of those random moments a friend gave me a dare to describe or bring to the surface, or better yet explain to explain who lost sun is!! this got me by surprise cause honestly i don't even know, like i never knew or thought about it...so the time frame was very short , actually non at all, she went like picture your self spitting a free style, now just use the pen as your metal tool, the mic...the lost sun came up with this in a nut shell.
stranger within me.
A billion years back since the blast, lights flashing at night to haunt me, haunt my dark past, still lives within me.
Since creation, we was all made, since declaration i was great, thoughts that creep on my conscious, the real me, i wish to see, i want to see
can't explain why i was born a boy not a girl, was it my destiny or just a scientific happening?
These strange things, metaphors that be stuck on my lips, strange beings that walk up to me, that surround me, seeds we plant in gravel paths, only to wish for a better out come, the screams, we so often hear, cry of joy maybe, or tears of sadness, whenever one dies , another soul is born, in split seconds the sick cycle, the fateful trend continues.
In a mixed personality i exist, in an own self created universe, stand in front of a mirror, my reflection binds me to a skeleton that has a mind of it's own, words i speak only make sense to those who digg deep, you need to look behind the curtain to understand why it was torn when Jesus wept...for every piece has a reason, so i fight to finish the puzzle of life before life it self consumes me. never to realize if it's wrong or right, so i ask should i hold back my thoughts or prophesies, these writings that fill my cubicle walls, my own future in a master piece picture, sold it for a dollar to an artistic artifact creature who posted it next to a mona Lisa,
As i was told I'm the writer of my own destiny, i believe the king of my own world, a blessing to those ears that hear and off cause adhere, manner to those i break bread with and finally a god..for my father is definitely one.
Peace.
This piece was one of those random moments a friend gave me a dare to describe or bring to the surface, or better yet explain to explain who lost sun is!! this got me by surprise cause honestly i don't even know, like i never knew or thought about it...so the time frame was very short , actually non at all, she went like picture your self spitting a free style, now just use the pen as your metal tool, the mic...the lost sun came up with this in a nut shell.
stranger within me.
A billion years back since the blast, lights flashing at night to haunt me, haunt my dark past, still lives within me.
Since creation, we was all made, since declaration i was great, thoughts that creep on my conscious, the real me, i wish to see, i want to see
can't explain why i was born a boy not a girl, was it my destiny or just a scientific happening?
These strange things, metaphors that be stuck on my lips, strange beings that walk up to me, that surround me, seeds we plant in gravel paths, only to wish for a better out come, the screams, we so often hear, cry of joy maybe, or tears of sadness, whenever one dies , another soul is born, in split seconds the sick cycle, the fateful trend continues.
In a mixed personality i exist, in an own self created universe, stand in front of a mirror, my reflection binds me to a skeleton that has a mind of it's own, words i speak only make sense to those who digg deep, you need to look behind the curtain to understand why it was torn when Jesus wept...for every piece has a reason, so i fight to finish the puzzle of life before life it self consumes me. never to realize if it's wrong or right, so i ask should i hold back my thoughts or prophesies, these writings that fill my cubicle walls, my own future in a master piece picture, sold it for a dollar to an artistic artifact creature who posted it next to a mona Lisa,
As i was told I'm the writer of my own destiny, i believe the king of my own world, a blessing to those ears that hear and off cause adhere, manner to those i break bread with and finally a god..for my father is definitely one.
Peace.
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