Showing posts with label trayvon martin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trayvon martin. Show all posts

9.01.2014

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


8.15.2014

QUE VIVA NUYORICO SUCKA



Where Your Peoples At

Bronx Boricuas drive up the Bruckner
To reach Orchard Beach
BBQ pollito y burgers bailando to Lluvia
Praying for a proper homily at Holy Cross
Sunday Church playing lotto
Down payment on dreams
Lean off Bacardi after Uptown
Saturday night special
New levels diablos nuevos
De que tu esta hablando si no es libertad
Gran combo exito with happiness on coro
Para flaquitos y gordos
Pesa’o con fried hunger
Small wonder large curiosity
City provides variety of distraction
Transaction under 2 train
Right by Big Pun Mural
Tropical concrete intoxicated hatred
Puerto Rock Puro amor
Made slaves by dinero
Inspired by heroes sacrificed by capitalism
In search of freedom sin compromise
Un aviso
Most likely your flag and air forces made in China
Reaping profits off your patria
While you preach Pa’lante
How firmly can you navigate manana
Over choppy waters
New world order with barcode on birth certificate
Projects’ baby showers prolific
What’s the specific plan for daily pan
Beyond Sabado Gigante
And next year’s desfile
Kermit the coqui airbrushed on ripped denim
Ghetto venom vicious
Greasy plate delicious soggy paper plates
Each grain of rice makes you escape
City fire barbed wire sharp skyline
Torn tee and bloody bandera
Flapping over casita on vacant lot
How the flame trembles off rock’s mirror
Oye el gallo llorando despierta y levanta
Be brave young lord regal black panther

Nuyoricans get money off Grand Concourse
Bullshitting in Bushwick
Smoke out in Soundview
Praise Elegua en El Barrio
Shout and scream en Los Sures
Live en Fantasia en Orlando
Cold chiefin in Chicago
Hopeful holidaze en Hartford
Frozen hatred en Holyoke
Salsa dance and sip slow en Springfield
Hula hoop spread Aloha en Hawaii
Stuck spitting incomprehensible Spanglish to our shadows
Drowning in shallow polluted puddles
Hustling in middle of suburban oasis
Chasing reparations
Illuminati is complicit with your cage
Caribbean lapdog
Pitiful pets
Wagging tail for job well done
Solo drum painful piano
Faithful flute
Insulated boots leave frosty straps
Chanclas en la sala dusty next to fuzzy TV
Watching too many situational comedies
Monotony of bass thumping on brick wall
Thin tape holding on to
Basketball wrestling and graffiti posters
Decorating drab apartment
Sparkling beverage on scorching day
Lost trying to find better ways
Out complex maze around each corner
Another colonial confrontation
Camera spy on your estilo
Where is powerful potential of proud people
Brave lord living terrible history
Staticky stereo requires 10 D batteries
We can be as free
As we allow ourselves to be
Need to toca clave attached to vocal chords
Holding on to history is more debt
Than we can afford
Too much time to plan for revolution
To ever be bored
Bobito


4.25.2012

rest in poetry, trayvon martin.


Cuatro

This is not for shorties who sit silently hands folded
Who lovingly smile at the camera

This is for the wannabe who screams
He is shuttling his soul to smoke loudly

Declaring death is inevitable and tomorrow
Might be his last so why would he wait
On the world when he can grab it from any victim

Obviously fuck the system
When your projects is prisons
Playground is the yard where they swear
They never believed in God because
He never had the time to listen to their dreams

Congregate 10 deep on one bluntville
To simply scheme and steam

Never capture any confidence condensation
Teachers condescend trying to relate
Understand plight of underclass

Wondering why this talented young man
Never comes to class

This is for powerful potential
Muffled explosions of deferred dreams

Dark shots that won’t ever reveal the light
Hoodies hiding hope for holy moments

Where their life stories mattered and triumph
Actually recognized so that they would be proud
Of their god given names not saying

Damn why you blowing up my government
Call me E Burna or Slugga or Trigga or Banga
Or Gutta or Lil Something or Big Nothing

This is for aliases becoming the character
That has been created for you highly improbable

Reality customized to shape your actions
Accordingly to the substandards of keeping it wrong
In vain attempts to garner more props or stripes

So occasions where you put in twirk
Could add on to your ample rugged resume

Seeking approval from OGs who told you
To hold heat so they wouldn’t get in trouble

This is for hustling not to stack but to keep
The corner with miserable company and puff for free

Easily distracted to crack or pop
Won’t stop the grind to build each block

Every hood into organized nations self sufficient
To believe in prosperous futures we should be living

This is love for little brothers scrambling
Tagging to see who is it

Still searching for do overs when the hood
Missed your perfect pitch
Or greatest crossover

With the weight of universe on shoulders
Constructing those chips
Into a monument of your greatness
Rather than a tenement of fuck shit