My Drug Ballad (Part 1)

She was forbidden in my mind's eye
or at least in theory
never to be touched or be gazed at with affection
she was a forbidden fruit of sorts, a poppy flower if you will
a lure of a high that should never be felt
not for fear of the bitterness of its aftertaste
but for fear that I'll like the taste
that I would acquire her taste
but it was her taste that I wanted
and no other's that I wanted
I wanted to feel her high
I wanted to sniff
for I secretly craved for her like she was a drug
a drug rather for recreation then for habit
although the desire for one sniff
had me wiping my nose daily

My Drug Ballad (Part 2)

she was my perfect drug
tempting, creative, casual, unique and filled with wonder lust
even without a touch or a sniff
without her presence I seek to remiss

My Drug Ballad (Part 3)

choir boys aren't supposed to feel like this
choir boys aren't supposed to yearn for a sniff
well maybe just one time
ju-just one time baby
if we can just kick back one day and blow
snnniiiiiffff
as I whisper to her"If I cant be your drug of choice
at least let me be your tylenol"

My Drug Ballad (Part 4)

The power of drugging
why do we lure for it?
why do we want to be debilitated
do we believe its high will take us away
and if she was a drug then why do I wish to leave
Is she really like a drug and just a fantasy poisoned?
To be illicit and taboo only to be consumed in weakness
am I looking for this drug to humble me or be my crutch?
do I seek to be humbled?
do I need her to be carefree
And if I depended on her free nature as my crutch
wont I suffer a greater fall from holding onto a fantasy
and not caring to support my weight?

But would her high still bring me further then I would have been without it?

My Drug Ballad (Part 5)

Its funny because just like a real drug
my friend's don't understand
at times its even hard for me to comprehend
that's why she's my high
my special little high
that's why I keep you concealed
to scared to show you off to the world
too ashamed to admit what I have my nose wide open to
so why does my high leave me so low

My Drug Ballad (Part 6)

unsure of her scent, her sight, her feel, unsure of her taste
but so wanting to try it
just like a drug I promise that I can control it
but I secretly wish for her to abuse me and take me over
to lock myself in a room with her for three days straight
to get high, to get desperate and needy,
to get filthy and funky
to get get twisted and choked up inside her high
or at least to smoke with one good puff...
...and
...hold it
...and
...exhale

Judgement

Let I not be judged
by those who do not love me
let I not be judged
for those who fail to comprehend me
let I not be judged
by those who fear me

For you are not my savior
for you are not the merciful
that reigns from the almighty heaven

For you do not love me impartially
for you do not comprehend my complexities
for you do not trust my love for you

So I pray
I pray that my virtues will be honored and
my sins will be washed away
I pray for my thoughts to be pure and
be forgiven for thoughts that are tainted with sin
I pray to love all men and apologize to those of my discontent

Let it be my blessing to love those who may despise me
let it be my blessing to understand what
I do not know
let it be my blessing to love that which I fear the most

For I shall not be judged by you
because I shall not be the judge of you
without love
understanding
and trust
from the feet of the father
of a higher power

Spirited Away

Soul gone
life spirited away
my conscienceless has gone astray
I errored in my moment of truth
so this where I shall lie
in peace, for I fear for the rest
of cowardly lions amongst brazen guerrillas
whose passions opposes honor
to sacrifice them before no alter
leaving young men to rest without a wake
no flowers at the burial
leaving them nothing to take toward their long journey
and it was with them that we began the exodus
though uncertain of our destination
so was are own dimension
as I travel to find lost kin, in search of home
not knowing where we where headed
Our only fear was not ascending
as we made our trek, it was only time
that marched on
as we pass through lands somewhere between
the sun and the moon
Merry were the weary when we saw the obstacle
of our life's last conquest
when we gazed out at the crest
of the mountain top above
amidst the top of clouds in the heavens
but lay beneath us was a valley
that stood before us at the cross
for as we walked through the darkness
the mountain top shaded what was beneath us
as the valley casted long shadows
through every shadow was a memory
of a scar and a sword
a sword which had cut down our lives from before
As we walked through the valley
we began slipping into darkness
as we tried to hold on
we began pulling each other down
for in order for us to move on
someone had to let go
as I sank further
with the valley up to me knees
I cried out for the holy spirit to save me


A wake, lie the son's mourning
mother nature lays flowers right beside me
the heavenly father gives me words
to help guide me
At the stone lay
a gown and sandals for my journey
And a caneto climb up the mountain side

A Prayer

Sometimes the brightness of the moon and stars
lets you know how truly dark the world can be
For one bright star I saw
beamed full of brightness, beauty and amazement
as I looked from a distance
the star lit up everything around it
but for one admirer he loved the star too much
or rather didn't love himself enough
to let this precious star
shine on into new dimensions
no, this admirer's world was so dark
that he couldn't go on without it's brightness
for this star was the only one that lit up his sky
feeling neglect from this star's fading light
he tried to take the star's light away
before the sunrise of the new day
he mightily tried to cease the star's light
his greed and despair once again left him
in the dark...but this time forever
though the star's light was distant
when the new day came, the son cried
it's own light dampened by the dreariness of darkness
the sun patiently awaits daybreak
to hope to see that star shine again

My Word

I became so empowered by the word
I wanted to lead a choir
I became so moved by the word
I wanted to become a teacher
I became so stirred up by the word
I wrote the address for the keynote speaker
I became so blessed by the word
I wanted to be your preacher
I became so carried away by my words
that I had to write it
Word?
Word.

My Mind's Travel

As a youth I longed to travel to far away places
Dreamt many times of gaining freedom
from the independence of movement
I've read and viewed brochures of foreign lands
mentally climbed mountains and parted sands
But the greatest journey I could make
I have failed yet to take
and that;s the journey to within
often, too often I have been scared of my mind's trip
making excuses before I go
detouring to other journeys
and creating road blocks of stupidity
clouded my path with silly delusions
and brewed storms of downpour of misbelief
To scared to build a road of enlightenment
afraid my light would blind me as I passed through
while I have travelled more than others in my mind's eye
I have only taken baby steps
I know I have a long road to journey
and I'm ready to hitch hike

Searching

From point A to point B
and right back where I started...again
I dream of travelling through time and spaces
from distant lands and familiar places
to begin a life anew with uncommon faces
so I can have a head start in other rat races
because I always like to sprint and never like paces
slow movement is bad for my sake
I might discover that my whole dream is fake
truth is that I just want to
runaway
from my life's problem
maybe with another chance I can solve them
because I never seemed to have right answer
for situations that were scarier than cancer
I've become malignant
to the fact that I'm different
for you that my be clear to see
whispering about, let that brotha be

Runaway Dream

Runaway, runaway dream
to deep spaces and time
runaway, run away
to a place much freer than the one I share
runaway
to enchanted forests and hills
filled with hobgoblins
and dwarfs and elves
filled with personified animals with lusty sins
runaway, runaway
for into the ocean and seas
dive deep down into shells
in seabeds to lay with mermaids
runaway, runaway
deep into a desert's wind
get brushed into and upward toward
the blazing sun's light
only to get blinded by a jealous earth's sand
runaway, runaway
into the deep spaces of mind
where time slowly moves forward
but never halts or grinds
runaway, runaway back
to my ancestor's dreams
and tell them the dream
has been set free

9-11 We have an Emergency (2002)

9-11
We have an emergency
Boom!
the crash, the fire, broken glass
boom!
another crash, buildings collapse
remember, remember?
a year ago
we must rally against so called terrorists
blindly wage war against others for patriotism
the president said we must rally against evil
it's us against them
because we are one

Boom!
9-11
we have an emergency
bloody race riots on inner-city streets
for it's justice they seek
boom!
another storefront looted
remember, remember?
ten years ago
desperate wanderers search for equality
blindly wage bricks into glass
trying to take back what they felt was owed
it was us against them
where we still one?

Boom!
9-11
we have an emergency
another civil rights leader shot down
boom!
police shoot at protesters
remember, remember?
Three decades ago, Medgar, Malcolm and Martin slain
and police waging attack dogs against demonstrators
fighting for the right to be called American
it was us against them
where we still one?

Boom!
9-11
we have an emergency
a church bombing in Birmingham
boom!
four little girls die in an act of hate
remember, remember?
Three generations ago
when small black churches lit up the southern night sky
where pipe bombs waged through church cellars
where four black angels went to heaven for a better life
it was us against them
where we still one?

Boom!
9-11
we have an emergency
a crack of a whip
boom!
the overseer raping the women of an enslaved people
remember, remember?
140 years ago
the slave auction that separated families
the war they waged to keep blacks enslaved
for the rights to be considered a man?
it was us against them
where we still one?

Boom!
9-11
we have an emergency
41 shots and plungers
Boom!
COINTELPRO
Boom!
Assata!
Boom!
Lumumba!
Boom!
Emitt Till
Boom!
John Brown
Boom!
Crispus Attucks
Boom!
400 years of being enslaved, brutalized, separated,
whipped, stabbed, beaten, raped, shot and murdered
for being ageist them...for trying to be one
remember, remember?
9-11
we have an emergency
America forgot about the terrorists of 9/10

My Roots

I am my people
my people are me
is is possible to love the roots
and not love the tree
to love the roots that are strong and deep
while my branches seem weak
my pressure is wearing down on me
but it;s my people that hold me
I can never despise my origins
or say their name in curse
for they have allowed me to live well
while they bored on the worst
but yet I am afraid to grow
worried that my branches will bend and bow
my roots told me to march higher
to see me rise to the heavens
is their only desire
I yelled, who will protect me when the storms appears
to be left in the daybreak with broken limbs
only your roots would still be here
The roots replied we fed you when you were a seedling
we bled from you like syrup from a sapling
helped mend you when you broke your branches
and cried a river when your relatives
went down in ashes
our love for you need not be said
for every tree ring that we wed
we live through you
that is the nature of our roots
we are you
and you are we

Kissed by the Sun

Dark wood
mahogany
rich soil
and burnt brass
yes the sun has kissed you, my love
land left you sparkling from it's kiss
oh how I love to see your skin when it glistens
it shines so smooth
as it rides the roots of an everlasting beauty
like the African violet you are
that dug deep into the fine black soil
to present a flower so lush, proud and striking
that it had to be from the magnificent
I just want to dive into your ocean
of beautiful black skin
so I can swim my way onto your treasure's core
and release your oyster's gift
and show you the black pearl that you really are
Oh, how I long to be the explorer to navigate
and travel all up and down your black skin
to plant my own flag in your land
of milk and honey
Oh, how I dream to be a boat
to sail on onto the vastness of your night's skin
into a midsummer night's dream
into a time and place when I was king
and you were my queen
and my only envy was the sun

May I

May I kiss you here
May I kiss you there
May I kiss you everywhere
to your nose
to your toes
behind you elbows
to the part that's hidden by your underclothes
from your hips
to your dips
to your highs
and back down to your thighs
to your cheeks
to inside where your lips meet
please baby just a kiss
no hugs
no tickles
that makes your toes fickle
just one kiss
to you
on you
with you
and most importantly
from you

My Born Place

Philly is like an old grandmother's living room
Old, dusty, a musty smell with a lot of history to share
Just like at my grandmother's house
The walls could use new paint, the ceiling has water spots
and the room could stand for some new furniture
but we don't come here for that
we come for the warmth, the love, the history and pride
through the years, it's been through it all
it's been through years of prosperity and years of mourn
it's seen young man turned into old men
it's seen children wed
it's seen parents wept
there's no denying it's great since of history
and no, I'm not talking about the collection of pictures
which could fill up a museum
I'm talking the history of paint chips that fell off
the banister year after year
the history of that intercom that blew out and was never fixed
I'm talking about the customs and traditions that's been carried out
which made technology adapt to it's ways

For it is not the things in grandma's house that we love
we love the warmth of our grandma
we love the fact that some of us called the place home
we love the fact that there was no better hot meal
we love the fact that the love was unconditional
these old and rusty out dated things in grandma's living room
well...they need to be replaced
but they hold so much intrinsic value to her
we dare not touch them
but just wish to polish them
For replacing them would be altering history
and we do not want something foreign to remind us
of our grandmother's living room
For these things she loves and will not part with these objects easily
So we preserve her outdated items
which beam of time gone by and are full of character
And this is what makes Philly what it is...
an old grandmother's living room
it's not the newest
or shiniest
or the best run
but it's home
and will provide you with more warmth
then a new fad ever could

For its not the creak in the step we want to preserve
it's the notches in wood from years gone by
It's not the water spots in the ceiling that we want to keep
but the design of another era gone by
and its not the chipped paint we which to remain on the railing
rather the memories of the scratches we made as children
For it's not the room that we love which is old, musty and out of date
It's the character, history and pride that make up our love for Philly
and all of it's worn out glory

Baltimore

The city by the bay
where there are no safe harbors
after the light of day

Far to go

How far do I have to go
to run away from myself
How far do I have to travel
to escape my problems
How low do I have to go
How high do I have to be
to dodge all the hurdles around me
I prayed to the lord
and found out that I don't have far to go
beyond myself

Drifting

Drifting
but yet still standing still
Escaping
but yet I stay home
Revolutionizing
but yet I work for the status quot

I have freed and saved the world
four times over in my mind
but cant save myself from loneliness
I've dated only the finest and purest of women
and dreamt of love in far away places
but I don't even date around my home
I plan to start my own business
and made my city become world class
but continue to work mind-numbing jobs
I've conquered the west
and freed Africa of colonialism
but yet fail to read about my own culture
I've drank the finest wines
stayed at the most luxurious locations
but until a month ago, I still shared a room
I have a villa in southern Italy
and a loft in Rio
but I haven't left my hometown in years

because
I am...

Drifting
but yet still standing still
Escaping
but yet I stay home
Revolutionizing
but I still work for the status quot

Haiku

Lonely man stands still
as time moves further along
longing for love lost

Strangers dissappear
Ghosta may appear here and there
Spirits never leave

Lost child running wild
for a freedom never found
except in the ground

4 weeks and no call
9 months fatherless
8 the mother's soul

Laugh loud cry silent
he had more crys than laughter
though no one knew it

Dreams will be just that
if you do not act on them
fulfill your dreams now

Write a song

Write me a song
not just any song
it can be folksy or eclectic
or just a sing-along
write me a tale
that can stay on a tune
or write me a horror, a vision of hell
with all it's impending doom
write me a stanza, where we can call be free
where the world could still love me for being me
write me a song of bewilderment and wonder
full of rich lyrics and moments of ponder
write a song full of surprise and action
mixed in with a tale of humor and laughter
write me a song where the hero wins and the villain is captured
intertwined with a story of love and rapture
write me a song about a long goodbye
'till I become teary-eyed and cry
but whatever you do
write from within you
and please, please
just write me a song

Writing for me

Am I writing for you
or am I writing for me
sharing my inner thoughts for the world to see
or do I really let my mind run that freely
because if I'm writing for you
then there's probably something I instinctively hid
purposefully left something behind
maybe one day I can write and be free
that will be the day that I become free

Her Poem

A rose is just not a flower
like the sun is just not a star
her eyes were just not any set of eyes
but a reflection of what beauty should be
darker than the 17 miles of earth's crust
with more passion and heat than magma
to the center of the core
core where you could find your soul
in the reflection of her eye

blink

humbles you more than an elder's kiss good ye
all the bullshit ends
for in a flash you will be swallowed up
by an invisable sea of darkness on a late September night
of the two oceans of her eyes

Alright with me

From the way you wrap your hair
to that corn on your second piggy
from that mole above your lip
to that silly giggle you make when you kiss
asking if I will abide by you
but can you abide by me?
whatever the case
it's alright with me

From that time you made a scene
to all the time you made me want to scream
to the times you didn't care
to all the times that you weren't there
as long as you stay true
never giving me a reason to suspect a clue
it's alright with me

From the times you made me smile
picked my head up when I was down
as long as you are in my corner
everything that you are and everything that you do
is alright with me

Monotony

In a high tech world depending on fast passed sources
with so little action to the ones in need
with all the adventurous you planned in life
nothing kills the soul quicker
then monotony
that steady pace of irremovable set-ups that
make up my life
my mind tries to free itself
but my essence is afraid to rise

Loaf of Bread

I am like a loaf of bread
appearing simple and plain
remaining the same
through the refining times of change

Cut and Dry
you either like me or not
though there are only a few that resent my wholesomeness
Some have tried to sour or delude my richness
by trying to make me raw and gritty
others have tried to spice me up
by trying to artificially sweeten me
but I shall never be the flavor of the month

toasted
buttered
jellyed
sandwiched
or creamed
Most like my warmth
the soft warm filling of my nature
and my aura
gives people a relaxing feel of comfort

Though being placed in bigger and better forms of life
I shall not forget my roots
that were cot off from their homes of origin
and were processed to a foreign factory
from which I was raised
through them I carry grains from the ancient world
and carry seeds to a new world beginning

Always pleasant, patient and practical
I've been here since the beginning...
after the fads of junk come and go
for a friend, I'll be here for you, till the end
but...
my soul can only pray for you for so long
for if neglected
the spiritual aid of bread
will no longer be found in your communion
only the remnants of mold

Wanting

It was never really that good
but it was better then I had it
better then what I have now
but no where near as good as it gets
still the memory shows smiling faces, hips and thighs
thoughts of what could have been
the memories that just wont die
it's the background on the my canvas of pain
a ship that I try to paint to pass on
angry because I did not put up a fight
the harbor was raided with my ship sinking
I drowned waiting for a white flag that never came
Instead I receive hasty looks and glares
like noting had happened
now as I look back, I wish nothing had happened
so now the joy ends, the pain sets back in
of how I got played because
I never knew the game plan
broken and taken up a defeatus attitude
How could I win
was the wrong question I answered
Instead of looking above
I sunk even deeper
I'm tired of looking down
I want to see my reflection
in another woman's eye

A Sorrow Poem

Resentful, egotistical and bitter to love
once thought I had a love
but I ended up fooling myself
before she had the chance to fool me
I closed off
afraid to be taken again
my heart resides in the dark
occasionally lighten by lustful impulses
and flirting stares
to have your heart come so far
only to turn back again
I still ride with training wheels
afraid to fall and lose course
I wander aimlessly in one direction
but I always end right back where I started
Being left fool hearted
has left my heart, mind and soul in fear
in mourning with no tears
I want to let go of past memories
but I cant cry
so please let these words be
the rain that washes the pain away

Coloring Book

I write to have a coloring book for all ages
to have different pictures for different pages
whether it be something soothing or something frightening
it just depends on what color you give it
kind of like fluorescent autumn clouds with silver linings
how high you get or how low you sink
depends on what color you give these words, ya dig
my morning's discontent
could be your bright eyed realization
my endearing lover's tale
could be your sad reminisce of a love lost
these words can project images clearly to the mind's eye
but only you can make yourself feel what I say

Write a poem

Write a poem
not just any poem
but a poem os hard
that my bones shake
the gound beneath me
all the way down to the roots of my ancestors
to make their bones rattle
to stir up their soul
and their buried teeth chatter
to speak out to me in some
un-decoded, subconscience, ancestrial
movement, that makes my llip part
and force my larynx to open
and exhale in force
to speak for them and say
Got Damn, that's a good poem

Maybe One Day

Maybe I can write a song for you one day
about how the dimple in you cheek
and the soft sensuous curve of your smile
helped make my day go smoothly

Maybe I can write a poem for you one day
about how your long eyelashes that were covered
by your dark mascara seemed to guard those gentle
and innocent appearing eyes from the world
Until those eyes widened in a subdued excitement
when they met my eyes.

Maybe I can sing you a song for you one day
about the gracefulness and cockiness of your movement
and how they coincide with the confidently shaped curves
of your body

Maybe I can play a guitar for you one day
and pluck the stings ever so gently
to match the clear, soothing resonance of your voice
that I hear before the sight of your presence

Maybe I can tell you one day
show you one day
let you feel one day
the ways I express my
curiosity and fantasies of you

Maybe one day

Train of Thought

How do you keep a flow continuous
How can you make thoughts move in a cycle
without having skipped a rail or a detour
with no hic-ups, no faults and no errors
to keep a massive energy flowing
to near perfection
is it the engineering and craft that you build upon
or is it repetition that keeps you moving on
How do you keep all these energies together
do you let it pull you to one direction
or do you let it glide off on your determination
Do you even know your direction
and the time it takes to reach your destination?
How do you keep moving along
without other trains of thought disrupting your movement
can you see all the obstacles in the path
Do you plan for possible delays
or do you pray for no collisions
Are you the one that controls your fate?
Do you control your own destination
or do you let other command you?

Annoying

Bright lights bouncing off of an opaque wall
the light flickerings of a candle when on tries to rest
slow impromptu shifts in foundation frames
realizing there is no control or organization

Life's Progression

Young Fools become old fools
and assholes can stay arrogant
but some people can change
Mr. Charming can become bitter
and Ms. Right divorced and hyphenated her name to Ms. Right-Now
some people can evolve over time
like the proverbial ugly duckling that turns into a swan
or the ugly girl with a phat ass...well she lost her ass
while other people can appear to change quickly
"Yo...is that your girl by the urinal?!?"
"It's your baby! ...Hey, where are you going!"
while some people progress
like children from tough places that make it to college
or like bad R&B singers who make millions
others seem to digress
like rich kid crackheads
or Shawn Kemp being washed up at the age of thirty
others seem to inspire
"Yeah man, Mr. Wilkes just bought 3 stores and a barbershop"
"Word, Big Del just knocked up 4 stores and a benz...that brotha's nice with his"
whoever you are
and whatever state you maybe in
only time can tell the tale of your life's progressions
and only you can be it's author

Gifts

See the problem with gifts
is that if they are not used they get lost
unlike treasures,
tokens,
gems
and presents
a gift, a spiritual gift can not be misplaced
or relocated
only to be reclaimed again
for once that gift is ignored
it moves on and sails on like an individual cloud
sure other gifts may manifest in different arrays
but that gift like a could, will never be the same
for those other gifts could never
make you reach that high
or rain down on you and cleanse you
or protect you from the light of your own fire
no matter how big or how small
the gift was your gift
the tear drops that fell from heaven came from your labor
and the shadows that cooled your sweat was your shade
so I ask you to lease hold on to your gift
for it may never come again

Half Stepping

Well I pray everyday
but my actions are astray
but I'm almost living the life of antiquity
well I gave the poor a dollar
but neglected to help with shelter
but I almost helped out in a way, right?
Well I told her that I loved her
but I still have other love interests
but I almost love her enough to marry
but almost doesn't count
don't play yourself short of the truth
almost, like, could of, would have, should have
are just excuses
to back up the lie
no one likes half steppers, 3/4 steppers or 5/6 steppers
cause you all are the ones we cant depend on
you half steppers are a threat to society and to yourselves
because it is the demons possessed of misdeeds
who make no quarrels
about stepping on your half stepping

The Light

A million tons of dynamite could destroy a whole universe
but could a million rhymes of truth awaken one
to many focusing on destruction and deprivation
instead of upliftment and salvation
those who try to control the world
are often the ones who live their life in peril
stop looking at the fire bu move toward light
Do not confuse the sparks as the gleaming of your spirit
dark lights cast dark shadows
not allowing you to see what's really there
could one man's shadow put a would intro darkness
is the question I ask before you
for it seems the power these days cast darkness from which
the source emerged from
let me stand as a beacon of light
to those who live under the shadows of the bold
step up and be liberated
for my hand will guide you
Even those who live in the darkness can still be shown
the light if they believe

Get Up, Get Out

You need to get up
get out
and do something
dont let the days of your life pass by
you need to get up, get out and do something
cause you and I got to do for you and I
like two portons looking for a neutron
your soul aint charged unless if has some power
why an I sitting here
why are you reading this
both power less and restless
take control of your life
move at once instead of twice
for life wont hesitate for you
be in control of what you demand
dont be a victem to another man
stand tall and be independant
or you will be left fending
for your life
for your soul
the destiny that is fo you to contol
there is a purpose
so do not let others evaluate your worth

Got Soul

Though the constants beat down of life takes it toll
you ain't got no life in you don't have a soul
just like the American trying to find his role
searching endlessly, cause you have lost your soul
and with it, you have lost your essence
you can get it back through prayer or by seeking reverence
through your journey of life's lesson
without your soul, you have lost your foundation
that was blessed to you stemming back from the creation
of time
just like constructing a building on sand
you cant create an identity based on society's demand
for you will sink to depths
that only a nightmare can manifest
how many souls can you count down below
how dark does it get when stuck in a whole
society that is always cold
but never shows to show
the rain of tears, fears and jeers
once they realize they cant buy it or steal
always unable to decipher the consequences of what's real
instead of pretending to what they think is the deal
just like a house is not a home
a spirit is not a soul if it can not roam
mentally and emotionally moving
like electrons transferring energy and flowing
to a charge more positive
like good motives
my soul
is like a balancing pole
always keeping me spiritually in control
for I slide on
while you skid down the sliding board
to drawn on your on accord
got soul?

Life is like a Traffic Jam

Moving, gliding, coasting
you cant catch me
damn
got caught up in this traffic jam
hold up wit
I see an exit
no wait
is it a trick
just another detour
stuck in a mess
of the mainstream's madness
but its the only way to go
until I found an alternate path
should I take this path to unforeseen trails
taking me to places the I do not know
should I turn?
which way is right?
patience is thin
it's my only chance
so I go
this is great
I just made my escape
all is clear
nothing is here
now I'm lost
shouldn't have trailed off
here I go
not again
trapped in despair
sliding right back through the mainstream
another pained adventure
shouldn't have veered off
trying to take the shortcut route
now I'm still stuck in this traffic jam
wait
there's another way
long but safe
a way to remove me from this congestion
though it will take long
my journey will be free
cause this express way
ain't the best way
to escape this traffic jam of life

Hell and Fury When it Came

The storm began
when the hell and fury came
For and forty nights and forty days
But unlike Noah we ain't talking about the rain
pouring down rain on my soul as if it were a window pane
It doesn't matter who started the flame
truthfully, we all share the blame
but it was Hell and Fury when it came
you couldn't get enough rain to stop this parade
things aren't going to the same
when the truth steps into the frame
and you'd better change
or left to be rearranged
especially to the sick, blind and defamed
for you brought us all shame
and for that you will be left in pain
do not play my game
knowing you cant maintain
ask the victims of my dismay
about my rage
and they'll say it was the Hell and Fury when it came
when you fuck with me and my insane