Ya Understand Me?
The otherside of nuclear More like benign bombs
Never meant to blow only sit quiet wait to be broken down
No need for peace treaty
More like declaration of intentions to speak freely
Like Heal the World make it a better place
Shoulda just started on my block
They don’t want the Bronx to organize
Because our reparations would like the reservations
Neglect can negate your very existence
An insistence on instigating your instinct
Things fall apart barely hanging intact
The natural setting leaves nature sitting
The hatred simmering til the suffering steak is sautéed
Medium well the tedious spell of dizzying cycles
Riding that wave more like tidal
Before drowning in your spit puddle
Wear a life jacket in those deepwaters of reflection
Perception is more important than confessing
All those back of the closet secrets whose bones
Still rattle and clang trying to find the hood where freedom hang
Him and my mother kissing cousins but what do we face now?
An empty crib with a cat making dog growls
Pictures from yesteryears that tell you half the story
Fill in the rest thinking bout how did we end up here gets me stressed
Conventionally conveniently silent
Montage of memories that keep echoing the entropy
Mental telepathy would be amazing
Power to transport me faraway
To the fantasy side of family where
There is always a happy ending everyone says good night
Bendicion
This rendition has a reservation at the windows of my world
Beautiful night to examine the skyline of my spirit
Every valley and peak each alley and street
That hides a little bit of my hope
Behind a tree under a rock by the fence
Sit on the bench the secret note will be hidden above
Or below the brick holding the keystone
Type to roam dust between bones
Mellow all alone sleepy sometimes scared
Beware when the heart bounce
Cautiously avoid being caught up feeling like luck
Is something only a dolla might provide
Along with the public there is a darkside
Where the light don’t shine too bright we ain’t wrapped too tight
A loose pull leads to a weak push
Hard to even open the door for a quick look
Contents shaken under pressure ready to burst
Curses are symptomatic of the larger havoc
If you could open the attic only imagine what you could find
All the divine signs that have shown you
To walk the thousand steps down the path
Of Pa’lante so that nadie
can ever
Take your love from your hands
