Independence?

Food security and cd4 counts, my people out here worried bout dinner,
and glycoprotiens, forget whose rims is cleaner
As the world moves forward, we regress like spinners
Man its cold in the warm heart
50 years on I'm thinking nature/nurture did we miss out on the good start?
Or is it innate and we just lack heart?
Can we still play the victim? ain't it based on merit this system?
A generation of degenerates, is it all just a symptom?
At this rate, i rate an Arab spring is inevitable, soon we'll be irate
That's without thanks to the interest or tax rates
They cashgate and flee scot-free never castigated
Shhh hush, atleast we investigated
In the future I see this one percent investing in gated communities
Elitism, forget unity
Sell us drugs, it wouldn't make cents to sell immunity, or a cure
And I'm here talking pharmaceuticals to girls whose biggest worry is their nail cuticles,
smiling after that manicure, like yeah babe those look beautiful.

Pots of Gold

Chasing pots of gold at the ends of rainbows
Grow up, don't do primary colours, its got to be beige
Grin on my face when I read that, still it gave me the blues
But my dreams too strong, what they write feels wrong
A mind to scale the empire state, I'm primal i'm King Kong
Shift my weight I tip the balance my way with no wedge, wage?
Ptsd a symptom of this war, rage, a vet on my 3rd tour
Infatuated with the process, the hustle, mi amor
With an intent to see my progress graphed resembling Moore's law

What I believe

I would rather live, believing that everything is a miracle
I guess you could call that spiritual
Sans the habitual ritual
That's lost its zest, and is practically recited in jest
Cold turkey, I itch and I scratch, as if missing a drug I used to ingest
Many a night my mind protests
Figures it all for naught, a nihilist in my darkest recesses
The feeling of emptiness only more acute, with attempts to fill the void with life and its excesses
Surely this doesn't account for modernity in all its complexity
In my search for an identity
I couldn't overlook our proclivity for faith, I don't believe we start and restart for eternity.

Clearing out my mind

It has been a minute since the last time i blogged, so my mind is obviously dust clogged gotta do some spring cleaning, I know its barely fall. on the real everything's on the up and up i cant seem to be able to quit the melodrama though i guess after the highs and lows that have been my 26years on this earth i've become quite the cynic eyes closed on the scenic route i chose, i can smell the roses but wont believe it till i see them, once i get out the other end of the tunnel. There are days i wake up and get to bugging mind buzzing overthink on overdrive gets me shaking my head hoping wishing shit came with an owners manual sometimes forgetting to switch gear, i'd rather this were automatic i know i know, its never that easy though, and we all know how easy go, on the edge of sanity far too often, guard down, far too open, its no wonder i feel so insecure, body language steady switching cocky and then demure, borderline bipolar, and then there's her i'd really like to get to know her, explore her mind and body, seal the deal take her soul, the final score win win zero game but that's game theory, really time i took this stuff past theory. lol I guess its business as usual obviously chaotic but never mindless i should probably use my mind less.

Ends up(life's work)

When I tell em money on my mind they thinkin I'm tryna get a rolex to flex/ on the real doh I'm out on a quest for real dough, means justified by ends tryna say I bald, lex/ turns out in this mean world, you're only living if your ends up/ else you're stuck slavin 9to5in, dead end jobin caught up in a slow net, dial up/ slow death, constantly wonderin what your lifes worth disdain when you look at your lifes work/ caught up dragged by a troller,your whole school trapped stuck thinkin that life's work/ caught in the school trap, trapped in the life, living the trap, now you're trapped there for life/ a dboy caught slingin on the trap, you get trialled up then you're in the system stuck there for life/ a cycle of consumerism tryna keep up with the johnses, like "it must be nice" your soundtrack that lyfe/ can't see that you're jonesing, too busy rat racing forgettin why you're really tryna get your cheese up/ the money is but a means to an end, I got dreams money can buy only reason I'm tryna get my ends up/ take a step back get your head up, are you really headin where you're tryna end up?/

These times

Living in these times/ i see what always was through new eyes/ recently fitted Zeiss optics lasik to my eyes/ now i see things clearer/ the minute details magnified scaled 3 times/ foresight approaching 20/20 see my future through these eyes/ who my real friends are and foes in disguise/ on which side my bread is buttered/ and where they're spreading that marmite/ acquired tastes that to me never appealed/ putting fire to papers has the invisible ink revealed/ boom bap beats on repeat got me seeing sounds/ hearing the bigger picture and grasping concepts/ precepts shattered now destroying n rebuilding/ recycling creating works of art from the waste man/ storms weathered been through the worst man/ now these times are mine times/ digging deeper than ever trying to unearth gems/ drawing from the waist like im packing a smith n wess/ paintings all crimson but saw past that/ no more bull lost my urge to charge/ now im in charge in control infra red beams/ red dot no longer afraid to take shots/

I am my own man

my name is on there tongues but they do not know the man/ prophecy with a pen scripting tongues at the border of here and there, no mans land/ so i plot on plod on this journey that's mine skipping landmines/ ducking shots from figurative tech nines, no figure of speech the worlds mine/ land ima own mine let them know im my own man/ on my own man walk alone on this journey thats mine/ im tryna get my bank balance to be a one with mad Os like shit was binary/ they say some get better with age im the 200 hundred year old shit they keep at winerys/ no blasphemy i just conceive these so immaculate call my delivery virgin mary/ all hail it dont just rain when i brainstorm/ its that cold in my startosphere i need to descend from my sit in the clouds/ to converse with heads matter fact no talk just converse to the head/ i be stepping on rap niggas straightup rain dancing on rap niggas/ still make that beautiful music so im tap dancing on these niggas/