VONA PT 2 @ U of Miami!!!!

Peace VONA, still recovering hoping for the bright future

“….our fate cannot be taken from us/it is a gift “– Dante

Fear is a fallacy

Inherit your blessed bestowed gifts

Embrace unusual

Walk around focused

Be wise in your wandering

Wish for what you want

Wait for it

Squeak one out

What shall be wonderful

No more fuck shit

How about some love shit

Don’t be done with future

Future is not done with you

Tomorrow may be uncomfortable

Uncertainty is very necessary for elevation

Clock pushes you towards triumph

Grab a handful of hope and hold on

Send out a smoke signal

Communicate to the clouds

Consider contribution to canon

Cultivate courage out the chaos

Like conviction to admit your flaws

Accept mistakes as mark of growth

Icy slope when you can barely walk straight

Prevent demise of ideals

Invested instincts influenced by elders’ errors

Look to the mirror forgive us

Recall you forgot agony to sit still

Capture your pretending

Gather what you left behind

Bid them peace salutations blessings

Presence es un placer

De conocer cara de nino

Pero alma de hombre

Fried anger will mata hambre

Pero perezoso will engorda

Chubby chicho spare tire will be cute

One day more of you from dubs

Potency of pa’lante better not be paltry

Skimpy bolsas de poder

Temporary fix for long term monkeys

Fed salty peanuts to put on sideshow

Let the extraganza sabado gigante celebration

Set off with a cipher to get the MCs loose

Enough to see prophecy within their search

Decipher conspiracy

Divine lives outside church

Wherever you choose to worship

Will provide heavenly temple

Gospel grounded in gutter

Go on get the gold at end of pothole road

Your truest smile lies at faded yesterdays

Past is no longer your cage

after VONA

Let all your days dance with drums

Every second echoes

Sounds of liberation

Beautiful people unfazed

By ancient oppression

Shake off that pain

Let love live

Quiet lullabies you awake

Loud leaves you numb until you nod

Let your God tell you

He is in love with your imperfections

Each flaw has been planned for you to acquire

Inspiration from obvious scars

Ignore your inhibitions

Shortcomings from long travels

Recognize your triumph for daily battles with your purpose

Embrace righteous responsibility

Only a vessel for temporary basis

What view sounds

Wind skipping sun

Ghosts screech

Concrete tightrope splash guts

On bloody ground

Eyes washing Bronx River waves

Rusty toolie in underage palms

Pentecostal Gloria Gloria

Divino psalms

Praise magic

Bird out of box

Twisty rope holds straight

Flip blank pages instant color

Illusion based on distraction

Reaching for diamond when really need a heart

Begin again

Do over instant replay new batting order

Skip me then I skip you back

If you got any fries left

I’ll take the crust

You think you tough

Trapped in a trope

Where you slip me enough

Hemp to twist my own noose

After session feet dangle off bench

Trench has sky box vision

With limited hood horizon

As shattered as you allow

Pick up petty power

Convince your courage no more catering

Let’s build at bullshit buffet

No seconds

Have your fill on first try

Loneliness hugs mirror

Stay aware of the whys

Take a Record Fool

Break the Spectrum
For Esen aka Turnbull Green

Peace kiko /you roll with that BX twist
This toblerone is the bomb/ son you beat that teddy bear yo

Butter toasted croissant Rowayton reality Norwalk nod
wobbly balance on B2 Drew Spencer Jesse

Psychedelic suburbia concrete sunset
Chew dirt when face down with failure

A single tear could make a puddle ankle high

Survive with lessons from bredrens
In session on a quest for freedom

In tune with universal vibrations
When difference we make creates soundwaves
That battle demons and invite angels

Remix tragedy become friends with danger
Tiptoeing on a razor

Ain’t nothing sharp enough to slice sanity
Spin blood in a hurricane throughout cement jungle

Humbled by mistakes reborn in faith
Overstand divine purpose

Overload the circuits to turn this concert to a circus
Studio is church verses are prayers portraits are psalms

Tattooed arms heavenly testaments elevated experience
Tormented travels down a joy road to reach dull rainbows
With pawn shop pot of gold

Broken from bottom of belly to resist
Temptation of wicked beasts
Feasting frugally living dutifully brain beautifully bruised

Heart soaked in bath tub of blues
Voice texture of sandy frosting screaming

HERE I AM WALKING DOWN THE STREET
On judgment day the people will recognize the wolf in you

Searching for the right mountaintop to howl at the moon
Closest we can communicate with the clouds

Imperfection around the corner coming soon

As chaos is inevitable approach calmly and be proud

Please help me get to VONA in Cali!!!