Monthly Archives: October 2010

we young people in a young world
so much to learn and i aint concerned
one bit, about living life right now as misfit
cause if we grow up now, im gonna miss it
this life, you get only once chance to live it

like having no hands on a clock, my mind’s on lock
impossible to think, thoughts cant flow with no link
like glasses with no lens, no matter how much i blink
my vision gets no clearer as i stare in the mirror
a mirror with no reflection
i guess this is the pinnacle of perfection
when you look at yourself, and find no fault
when you dance with the devil in a toxic waltz
and when the being of sin is unable to corrupt you from within
joyride with lucifer and you concur
with his every thought
yes, im blessed by the creator himself
and like a man with no soul, i long to find myself

my bifocals scope things on another vision
illusioning a different scene with each higher prescription
i aint blind, but rational thoughts you wont find
signed, every imagery inclined to restitute sobriety to my mind
with a watermark blurry as a puddle of mudd
how everyone is changing, there’s no one left thats real.

I attend a school immaculate and absolutely free of any sort of drama. Each day expresses the same inane humdrum devoid of salience and features a virtuous population of underexposed, introvert clones. Deviance is bereaved and consistency manifests, leaving behind a putrid, sickening miasma of uniformity. Every night I dread waking up the next day with the burden of entering this cesspool of jejunity in search of acceptance and acknowledgment from my peers. Baruch has taken my identity hostage, continuously ripping out pieces of me, only allowing me to temporarily reclaim it at the end of every week. Perhaps it’s time that I’m ready to be assimilated into this society. Maybe it’s time to finally die.

It’s inescapable. Even non-conformists are stereotyped into their own category of people, be it rebels or misfits. In the end, we all conform to some type of standard. Pure genuineness may only be found in children. The common phrase “kids say the darndest things” holds true in the sense that kids really do think outside the box. Those cute answers and unrestrained comments are words of complete truth, untainted by other people’s ethics and are free from seeking acceptance. Kids are the true non-conformists in our judgmental society and are the only ones able to liberate us from the cycle of reused ideas and lack of innovation. Talk to a kid someday and see how much inspiration one can give to an artist. Unfortunately… they do grow up.

i am the creator, the motivational mind, the maker
channeling thoughts through my mouth, the speaker
or the hands, the writer
pumping through my veins, my flow, the ether
looking out of my hazel eyes, my sights, the teacher
reminder, dont forget to record my rhymes on paper
my blood, the ink, inscribed in it are my feelings, what i think
prescribed, medication, the pill filled with dedication
and inspiration, to feed the mind bits of imagination
chips and pieces to piece together the pieces of a puzzle
to write a piece to smooth out the creases
of the emotional scars, that make up who we are
iron out with my tongue, the wrinkles and spit out the bad taste of life
my heart, behind a cage of 24 bars
one for every obstruction
that comes between me and the nirvana of my own construction.

yeah, hiphop is my lady.