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Apparently
Your ghosts have called you back
To the backpark of the Boogie
How many moments have been spent
Watching your shadow
Feelin jealous because he can disappear
Whenever the sun goes down
The old lottery tickets
Blunt wraps leftover leaves
Painted over grafitti
Have forever remained true to setting
Why did you find yourself
The other night
Weeping and regretting
Your current global positioning
When you try to reply instantly
The top highlights of this decade
You are stunned by your own lack of clarity
Lack of definition for the final sum
Add up your luck
Carry over your slumber
Subtract your cynicism
Multiply your memories
Divide the doubt
Your simple mathematics have left you
Staggering stumbling wondering
Where did all the love go
How did your family evaporate
In thick air without figuring the aftermath
You are the lonely historian
Capturing stories of brighter yesterdays
The wind screams wake the fuck up
But you thought one day
The sky would read the true meaning
In surround sound high definition 3rd dimension
Without questioning one of your first lessons
Worked overtime to evade your outerspace
Fantasies of the universe handing you
The key to eternal happiness on a drivethru session
You are no longer allowed to say
Maybe it was that one time
Because the clock has forever rotated around
You escaping the cracked concrete ground
With first class tickets to staying stuck
While observin the power of Pa’lante
Been paralyzed by petty prisons
Probation’s pain still chained to the cage
The page been your psychologist
You gave your soul on the stage
World witnessed you are brave
But inside shades of fear have financed
Your future freely as the earth’s economy
Is about to end
Dearly beloved
Every letter has been returned to sender
Have you opened the envelope
Every note was sealed with a kiss
To reminisce
About when you greeted life’s anniversary
The essence of adolescence
Left you with scars where those tears traveled
Using cocoa butter to heal
Pork po got you loco
You stutter when you reveal
Details of decisions daily reminder
Lack of discipline wishing instead of willing
Killing visions while chilling in uncomfortable systems
In this version of the revolution
A vida revision is needed our stories rewritten
Education to emancipate
Learning to liberate
Early elevation ignoring popular procrastination
You can use the planet as your playstation
Not the projects as your plantation
In this manmade jungle
Where your consciousness can crumble
Like evil eggshells
You walk on must march on critical
Born into criminal minded you’ve been blinded
Must be constantly reminded
Of courage in your casa
That has shaped every palabra into a bullet
With your voice as a loaded weapon
To defend your intellectual property
You been lost in the philosophy of the ghetto
While hearing ancestors’ songs
The spirits move your body to be strong
Stand up no stiiting no quiiting on your tradition
Building a dynasty to establish legacy
You been dipped into a predestined mold
The story yet to be told
Actors haven’t been cast
You can keep it real
Did you even think you could last?
On that point show your amor circulate your smile
Because that frown will fix your face like that
You don’t want to run from your mistakes
You should wrap your arms around each one
Say good looking out to your good fortune
In place of analyzing your emptiness
Overstand your abundance
You are rich with handshakes and hugs
Pockets bulging with laughter
Stomach full of sazon
Mind affluent with activism
What is holding you back is the first step
Off the curb and it feels like you will drop
You will keep falling until you awaken
But this is reality and the journey won’t begin
Until you push your heart beyond those benches
Remember you used to tag ACER PIC BX endless
Excuse me sir said the corner
Do you have anything to say?
Me I’m just happy
To
Be
Today

ehh

sometimes be feeling blah.....give me the strength to get through these days

new shit

wish everyone peace and serenity. i will miss harlem. cant believe this boogie down baby is going to queens. ay dios. let's get it. 2010.

in the gritty

In the Gritty, you can’t help but blink hard
-after Oscar Bermeo

God of 2nd guessing
God of highly doubtful
God of greedy misfortune
God of grinding
God of get up get out do something
God of gangsta gangsta
God of airing it out
God of what’s cracking
God of what’s popping
God of can’t stop won’t stop
God of I gots to get my weight up
God of haters who love you
God of lovers who hate you
God of getting low
God of getting fresh
God of make believe magic
God of magnified miracles
God of meaning well
God of so much lint I’m rich
God of so much money I’m broke
God of gimme greed
God of it’s all about me
God of get the fuck outta here
God of you better not be playin me
God of Build a Nation
God of I’m tired of waitin’
God of wake up with the sun
God of Government Cheese
God of Food Stamps
God of No Frills gives more chills
God of no worldly possessions
God of concealed weapons
God of Stop and Frisk
God of Freedom as a last wish
God of Central Bookings
God of Public Defenders
God of troubled pretenders
God of swear I’m innocent
God of presumed guilty
God of crosseyed justice
God of Lady Liberty
God of Privitized prisons
God of We Need You
God of is anyone listening?

asi fue

Asi fue

Another night
In the essence
Of what remains

How can you
Ride the train
Along the spine
Of the sinister city

Time passes
By so quickly
Whenever you
Want life to pause

Often I find myself
Wandering around
Lost from the main
Objective next mission

Searching outside
Everything been here
In front of face
Right below eyes

The room where
You wish upon
The moon cracked
Light shot to awake

Questions await fate
Careful to wise choice
Another disaster comes
From fast mistake

Walking amongst guts
Butts loose lips nuts
Quick thighs prompt high
Salty tears friends die

Benches where queens
Are found strutting
To get to otherside
Smile sunshine survive

What can you say
When the words aren’t enough
Inspiration to keep you going
Sitting naked and silent

Without a clue for plans
Right now is life
Everything else is dreams
Spending money on smoke

That evaporates 10 minutes
After burned forgotten mission
And all those things
You thought you coulda did

Always same shit another day
How about different mierda
And some time to pray
For ways outside of this

Can’t describe only want you
To live it with my eyes my stomach
My legs my feets
Constant vibrations when breeze blows

Feels so weak more weeks pass
Nothing changes souls trip
Close to the edge slip
Remnants scent remains

Strange when home feels unsafe
Even more odd when you look around
And see older faces chasing the memories
You left behind in a bag by the benches

Not knowing if tomorrow will ever come
Smiling sunshine survive

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