11.10.2009

beyond

Beyond bullshit drowning you til you can’t breathe

Beyond bochinche bouncing off your brain

Beyond the block barricading you to the barrio

Beyond visions of video thuggery

Beyond the sun smiling while setting

Beyond your body image looking like the magazines

Beyond the perfection of your rolling r’s

Beyond the timing of your two step

Beyond the ideals of utopian American society

Beyond stuck on stereotypes

Beyond being broke as evaluation of self worth

Beyond meeting hate with hate

Beyond identifying your identity with your occupation

Beyond qualifying your intelligence with your education

Beyond the boxes you are asked to check

Beyond name brands slicing up your self esteem

Beyond repeating the same lies over and over again

Beyond the jails confining your justice

Beyond twenty second sound bites to sum up your soul

Beyond accolades glitz glam and prizes

Beyond commercials commanding your cash

Beyond bad credit condemning you to craziness

Beyond spiral types of cycles bringing you back

Beyond accepting your fate as a give away

Beyond waking up not looking forward to day

Beyond going to sleep with a hardened heart

Beyond clouds not containing chaos

Beyond skies simplicity use soul’s synchronicity

Beyond allowing the mirror to look ugly

Beyond waiting for the world to throw you a happy hour

Beyond talking up the release date still nothing drop

Beyond settling for less mediocre obscurities

Beyond the zenith

Beyond good meaning

Beyond just dreaming

really real

Graphically drastic

Magically tragic

Stretched out like the fabric

Of holy underwears



He was a paradox

Perfectly flawed



So broken he was together

Smiling while crying

Laughing while bawling

Walking while crawling



Cracked concrete felt

Like feathers across ashy skin

So smooth the bumps

Were oily slopes softly firm



Found comfort in squirming

Doing nothing was his way of learning

Spending was earning

Making it rain was saving

Cool composed relaxed when body aching

His awakening falling deeper asleep

While going acapella he found his own beat



All the hate felt like love

Going below the surface was rising above

So down bottom felt like up top

He thought if he let go

He would float not drop



To keep going only means to stop

Continual motion really was steady posting



The corners chaos kept him calm

Only got the moisture of his hand inside empty palms



The wind chill kept him warm

Seeing his own breath made him sweat



Airing out his bizness was the only secret he kept

Others success made him bitter

Liquor became fruit juice

Getting incredibly tight was really rather loose



Truth a bundle of innocent lies

Eyes merely mirrors of lonely dark ghetto

Where voices echo is your conscience

Calling you to collective action

Not passing the time like murder of minutes

Assassination of seconds



Using words as weapons silence as a shield



Whatever is real is actually fake



What he face looks like worst nightmare

But those demons and devils become best friends

Wish he could start all over

But too quickly he at the end