There is a new Pretty poem coming soon. Gotta find time to get it down.
Better to be infamous than not famous.
You’re so far, but I’m not tired.
I’m coming for you.
FUCK YOU!!!! You start gettin’ excited motherfucker!!!
It’s still out there!!! DELAYS ARE NOT PERMANENT!!!!!!!! KEEP PEEPIN’ THE DEMO AND STAY MOTIVATED!!!!!!!!!
"They Know My Name" -Tron Scott and Brendan M. F. James
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptyin’ full clips and buryin’ guns in the mud
I’ve calmed down now- I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz…
1.) You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around.
2.) You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called “Life.” You may like the lessons, or think them irrelevant and, hence, choose to ignore them. No matter, keep reading.
3.) A lesson is repeated until learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can then go on to the next lesson.
4.) There are no mistakes. Only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error; experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately “works.”
5.) Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does no contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.
6.) "There" is no better than "here." When your “there” has become a “here” you will simply obtain another “there” that will, again, look better than “here.”
7.) Others are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.
8.) Your answers lie only inside you. The answer to Life’s questions lie only inside you. All you need do is look, listen, and trust.
9.) You will forget all of this!
Turn the light out, say goodnight.
No thinking for a little while.
Let’s not try to figure out
Everything at once.
It’s hard to keep track of you
Falling from the sky…
She’s out there pretending she can’t love me
Which means his sex life benefits
Because I put cocaine above me
(Also why my son’s mother won’t let him love me)
I’ve got problems
And they’re all ugly
Enough to make me beat my chest
And act a thug
All the ingrediets needed to make me seem
Lost to too many
(Like their lives are but a dream)
Finally at a point where I can seize
Upon a moment and truly own it
Is my opponent
Unaware that what he sleeps next to
Is my life’s last missing component
Making haters look bad is what I do.
I hate Silence
Silence is the reason that a baby dies hungry
Without even trying to cry
No strength for the whimpers and sighs
Just enough to close their eyes
And become Silent
Silence is the root cause of violence
No communication is mis-communication
Leading to streets that are armed for riots
Soaked in a drug and money alliance
With high-ranking clients
Who remain Silent
Silence is the reason that our children cannot read
No one told them “Say, ‘Ahhhh….’”
And implanted the seed
Of the thirst for knowledge and love
A flower that is not planted
Silence holds the hand of bigotry
Keeps its other clamped on the mouths still living in misery
Give all my brothers and sisters empathy
If you’re breathing then you’re kin to me
If you know it
It’s a sin to remain Silent
And so, I must be Louder
Silence breeds with compliance
It only takes one to be defiant
Lead a chorus against this tyrant
Sing the victory hymns of triumph
Hail the trumpets from the highest
The evil Silence
Don’t toy, b
Your games start to annoy me
I’ll destroy you and ensnare your soul
Leave it in a jar for God to hold
I make your chick bow before me
Your style’s overpowered
You’re incapable of war
Rock to a higher tempo
To understand my knowledge you need deeper access to the Temple
Keep it solid with the fundamental
Can take a life
When I say it’s accidental
That sharp with the mental
Stick it to your temple
I got verb play and word spray
That’s more than ornamental
‘Cause they stay shining
These words got the hearts of diamonds
And they’ll captivate your psyche
Like a fiend strung out on the finest of the Chinas
Embraced by the winers and diners
Born in the land of 49ers
I heard that speed raps
Net deep racks
So I picked the pen over the cola
Grew up when it was hot to own the newest Motorola
Before the first Amazon order
And before someone brought down three planes, a lot of pain, and our civil orders of liberty
Inside our own borders
Here’s to your best run at the pursuit of happiness
Thanks for listening to the stagings
Of a local stoner-writer-activist.