to all my loved ones

Descanse en Power

Everything must change
Constant movement non stop elevation

Eventual decay inevitable spinning
Round similar spots while shifting

Testing feasting famine maintenance
Motivation reflection of sun’s essence

Energy redistributed shaped renewed
Gather different perspectives
For future analysis past and present

Combined into perpetuality
Surface to core beneath concrete

Bedrock molten magma distracted
Dogma separated from church and state

Manmade concepts designing structure
For world floating in universe

Multiplied by many possibilities
Body parts broken down by overuse

Fatigue stress on the function
Junction of emjambed joints
Pain absorbed at every point

Experimenting with brand new horizons
Mistakes are new chances to learn
How it should actually be done

Study archives to see how you will thrive
Give our people a chance to survive

despierta jovencito

Wake up Students

Incredible amounts of self doubt
Infinite second guessing

Lonely enough to crowd island
Want the world to change
But won’t begin to organize

Lack of confidence
With every compliment

More self conscious
Quiet around who you need to
Ask questions and guidance

Not so sure of survival
Perhaps manana
Will wake with new found
Over standing so won’t be
Sitting under self deprecation

Putting down powers within
Caught in whirlwind running
Around reason with no rhythm

Asking for a dance
Worried about rejection

Let’s read because I haven’t read
Since I was in pre k

Barely learned my ABCs
Can do the math fluidly
But can’t figure out
A theme resolution
Or any characterization

Mine as well still be
On the plantation
Because freedom hidden
Deep in middle of book
Never to be opened

Hoping the message will
Bounce across the sky
Fall right on me

Why are you stressing
Making this an issue

Trying to pass off
Something for free

Perhaps you might move
We could sit here all day
Just be assholes to each other
Or we could give each other
A chance to do something

Different like going beyond
What is expected of you
Which is the world

Rotating in your palms
How would you shake it up
Break it up not you just me

Right now really want to be
Friends of it all possible

Uneasy effort shocking to you
But the end result is proving
Your abilities to yourself

The immediate is directly
Tied to your wealth

Unacceptable limit of
Your account when you bounce
There is the fall and the rise

follow up

How do you teach with passion
Faced with incredible amounts of apathy

So much it starts to infect your attitude
With no chance of recovery

In a position of discovery new knowledge
Embrace the same old shit
Allow the corner to infiltrate your soul

Easy to say fuck college
My future is gonna be poppin
I’m a be the best doctor in Brooklyn
Even though I can’t read or write
Life is crazy now
But I swear I can pray away the pain
Just like I can dodge rain
Hold up the thunder

Whatever shorty good luck and god bless
I got a degree from Columbia
I can still be locked up

It came from trying to be the best
On every level I was a high achieving student
Way before I met devils in the street

Peace existed within the closed confines
Of a still heavenly healthy temple

A whole lot of motivation within mental
Eventually you might have to display your intelligence

When you read the fine print to your severance package
Placing you amongst the ranks of the unemployed

Too much noise not enough concentration
Dedication but absolutely impatient

Time catches up to them
Realizing they haven’t learned anything since grade school
But are on the honor roll for being cool

Every rule was constructed to be broken
Hoping prosperity will become theirs as quickly
As they can fantasize about fatality
Reality only matters if they have high ratings
When you are high what brain cells are you saving

How much are you actually creating
Debating your demons elevating your energy

Half of your destiny tied to enemies you allow
To control your fate

Other tied to faith freely
Following your shadows avoiding the light

Every night getting closer to future but wanting
To run to the past where smiles were permanently
Tattooed on trademark mask

Never too many questions to ask
Because clarity is uncertain

Hardly doing anything
I’m not doing nothing
When you supposed to be working

excuse me ladies and gentlemen....

Veinte Seis

Selling some candy to save my life

Hope your sweet tooth will deliver me off this express train

One way ticket to where I been dreaming

The confections man has arrived

Grinding after school rush hour to give you that snack

Peanut m & m’s skittles snickers

Speak up closed mouth don’t get fed please don’t whisper

Give me maybe a lil more than dollar

You see this sugar in the flesh

But there’s a lot of rain you might not see me tomorrow

All this drama sleeping on the subway

Benches almost like memory foam

I know I’m not alone

We should from a Candy Workers Union

Shut down the newspaper stand poisoning your brain

Me I’m giving hope to the people

Just riding the grain not flushing my life down the drain

Like empty racist Arizona can

Full of high fructose like duck hunting

Might be the next one bucked down for fun

I’m running this marathon waiting for someone

To give me a fresh drink

Think about all your sweet memories

I could possibly provide

Don’t know how much more time

We have left to survive

Whatever remains I’m just trying

To get mines