Callin all my soldiers...

Got C-Murder tapped into my ear and feelin every line of his lyrics... ha,ha... Soldiers stir'n, line'n up gettin ready to ride for a muhfugga... that shyts deep. Bring'n out big muscles and samurais... those masc'y (masculine) chracteristics that swarm inside. Makes me wanna step to a few fools, press my nose in they faces and just spit shit at 'em... rack they brains with some real, real shit... muhfuggas walkin around like zombies... not worried about how they affect the world... people close to them... not evein carin. Others ridin wit a purpose and keepin they peeps on the front line. Second place fools.. comin in first cause they supportin others. Second place fools missin out cause they supportin others... I need to be down for very few niccas... gatherin up my energy - exertion takes its toll... muhfuggas want you to ride for them, but won't do the same. This shit is whack!! Thats why I like to stay quiet. Observe these fools... keep my eyes wandering and my feet moving. Don't wanna raise my shoulders to high, cause sumpin may come from behind... nawwww, gotta be ready. Tired of havin to explain myself or folks assumin that I will because of who I am. Mmph... "Fuck them other niccas"... C-Murder said it best... ha,ha I'm a keep tipsy on my own thoughts. Shits just stirred up like a strong ass drank. Gulp! I'm out.

Lots of people got shit to say...

Lots of people got shit to say, but they aint said it to me
I laugh at the fools who marvel in their own made of tales of "who I am" and "what I stand for". What the fuck? Who da fuck is you? and How can you stand worryin about my biz? Kick rocks!

Lots of people got shit to say, but don't nobody wanna do the work. Very few will sacrifice for whats right... whats real. Niccas worried about their own "worth", "well-being", "stock", "their own shit"... and the funny thing is... most times it aint worth shit. Selfish muhfuggas... Sad, sad, sad... I hope they seek therapy.

Lots of people got shit to say, but they afraid to stand in front of that mirror long enough to have it speak directly to they own ass. Yep, don't move hoe. Stand there... take a good look atcha-self. I'm sure you don't like what you see... Most times we don't. So... to all of my lovely-dovely admirers... (I can't call em Haters, because people keeps tabs on ya ass when they admire you, right?) So, to all of my lovely-dovely admirers (family included)... worry about yo own damn self and spend some time working on Y-O-U!

stepin away from yesterday

I ... I sometimes look behind me to see just how far I have come. One blink and its yesterday. Lookin ahead aint so easy. I haven't travel down this path before. The unfamiliar steps are... are making me think about blinking again... I'll lose it when I close my eyes. Stay awake. Turn back. Turn around. With all of my might I fight the urges to repeat those foolish mistakes or... or remain stuck in a state of paralysis. My feet cemented to the ground and ... and the ground slowly crumbling beneath me. The foundation... not meant to hold the weight it bears... not meant for a permanent resting place... "keep it pushin" I keep tellin myself. My heart races and I am bombarded with confusion. It's... It's time to turn back again... look at yesterday. I don't see nuthin. Not a damn thang... and I'm moving, slowly, hesitantly, but moving...

To outward

... Maybe I seem a little "over-protective"... I dunno, but I do display my "emotions" very outwardly. Gotta think about that shyt. No punk here.

disruption of the mind-kind

Fallin back on my heels, kickin my own ass...
Disruption of the mind is mine is mine is mine...
Beatin on my chest screamin "Glory"... one refrain (silence) after anutha
Walkin in my shoes that aint never been on my feet. somethin new.
My dome is active with thoughts of yesterdays tears and tomorrows joys.
I can sit in this body and visit a million places - always missing home.
I wanna get outta here. trapped.
some fucked up shit I tell ya.
If its not the thoughts of frustration from some pale muhfuckas, then its my family bullshit and responsibilities that bind me so.
I tell my girl "We beats this beast or else its gone beat us" kinda like whoopin the pussy, so you don't get whooped
Then I wonder sometimes about those tiny lil places. Who does she keep there?
Purging all that was once considered safe to me. Numbers, emails, Phone calls that blurred the lines of appropriate... Packed up my tent and kept it pushin... and I'm still goin. Crazy how fools still be camped out along the roadside... just stay focused, keep straight, ya destinations straight ahead.
Gotta bottle in my crib. I suppose its more significant to her than me. Mmph, it's late... I need to go to bed.

Can't wait to get through this day... one more, just one more.