Revolution

The world is spinning out of control, gotta hold on tight
Cuz the ones who have control are holding on to it wit all their might
Their motives are corrupt
They're planning the ultimate set up
Wicked leading the blind, deaf and dumb so we all can run amuck
Strategies are being built to extract us from our core
Ejected with lies and then makeshift cures
We take it and we take it til we cant no more
Counterfeit love for an endless war
Gotta get it together and force it to collapse
Rid our minds of the deceit and start to get to know the facts
Because we’re pimped by the system
And the pure have become w*ores
Patriotic love during a never ending war
We take it and we take it til we just can’t take it anymore
Carefully constructed
Intricately designed
Furnished with ideas to take over your mind
No knowledge of self and no love for your brother
Even Nino Brown killed the other son of his mother
Got us thinking its a lost cause
Or we’ve reached the point of no return
Economy distraught cant even keep the money we earn
Painted for mass destruction
Drawn to fabricated truth
Religious leaders maybe apart of the conspiracy
Leaving saints and sinners equally confused
Spiritually lead by some who are spiritually dead
We continue to take it and call it spiritually feed
The government is the G- Unit
And we try to create an American dream
Turn ourselves into entertainers cuz we really aint free
Eyes on us while no ones watchin them
As we continue to be controlled by the man behind the curtain
People are hurtin
And the world is spinnin out of control
Hold on tight unless you ready to be bold

Un-regretfully

Hey...theres only me...

In my one bedroom home
Where I have to live with myself, all alone
And all the decisions I've made thus far
Staring at my exterior and all its scars
I just dont want it to ever be hard...
I never ever want it to get hard,
To ever look myself in the eye
Or ever cry
Out of regret
Nor do I ever want to let
Myself dislike Dana
For any mistakes that were made along the way
I want to grow knowing that everything will be okay...

Hey...theres only me
and freedom is the key
Cant afford to lose myself, and all the entities that make me, me
So as I continue to define myself
I put my past behind myself
Growing consciously and free
To be me
Un-regretfully

The facade

I have...been contemplating the thought...
of...
letting go...of you and people like you...
the artificial ones, along with artificial food...
no more chicken or turkey because they have hormones...
too many hormones... like you lol...im already emotional as it is
i've already let go of fake hip hop...fake friends...and a fake love life...
so whats left???
you and chicken lol...because you are chicken...
i think that in addition to that...im gonna let go of bad drinks...
you know the ones im talkin about...they do nothing for my soul...
im not a drinker...but i dont need or want another drink...
no fake nails...no fake hair...no fake care...
daddy...stop pretending that youre there...
for me
although you try to be...
I just want to be real
and really live life...happily

Mirror, mirror

According to my mirror...
Yes, the one in my bathroom...
On the first door on the right...
On the right side of the room...
Beside the light...
yes...that mirror
I am
a natual beauty
yet a natural disaster

Weight of the World

The weight of the world gets heavy from time to time

But I have to sit back, think about it and realize that it’s not all in my mind

I carry the weight of my daddy...

Whose infatuation with alcohol lead to pain felt by my mother

After tears, fights and fears he left us for another

I do it for her so as I get myself together, so will she I carry her because for all she went through, she expects the best out of me

My sister… who believes in me more than I do

Learning from her mistakes, I carry the weight of her too

For my cousin…Who came into this world as a crack baby

I do it for him so he knows he can achieve greatness to if he’s stop being lazy

Don’t go to school and really don’t give a fuck

Livin in the falsifications of reality but if he dropped the hood mentality it would be pure luck

Maturity maybe

I do it for the baby who has a junkie for a mother and whose dad is simply crazy

I look out my window; say to myself I do it for the poor

The hungry, the hopeless, the rape victim who has turned into a whore

I carry the pain of your addiction

The pain of your dream differed

For those who commit crimes- the hustlers, the murderers

I carry the weight of the world for those who’d rather die

I do it for Doug, Frankie, Eric, and everyone else who I knew back in the day and now live in the sky

Those who stay high

To suppress the world as it comes

I do it for the boys who don’t care about their future and the girls who just wanna have fun

I do it for the teenage mothers who chose dead beat dads

For those who are positive, unsure, or just wish they never had

Sex

Upgraded from a Volkswagen to a lex

The gold diggers

I do it for those who are in jail but didn’t pull the trigger

Niggas

Who call each other that because they have little knowledge of their true self

The ones on capital hill who make money at our expense and hold most of the wealth

I carry the weight of the world for myself

But I gotta make it for them

This thing on my shoulder isn’t a chip or a burden

Its inspiration …That steamed out of my pain, your oppression and those who are simply hurtin

So this is just a reminder to myself cuz sometimes I don’t remember

Why I gotta be the change that I wanna see in this world from January to December

Humility in the Third Eye

I feel tears…welling up in my eye…my third eye that is
The one that I opt to not reveal to the world
So it can never be seen and it never sees…
But right now none of that matters because my vision is blurred
Yet I’m starting to see things for what they truly are
Cant help but contemplate…
What the sighted eye can not see and what the blind and blurred can
This third eye
Is really the window to my soul
Its somewhere between my hair follicle and my toes
No one really knows
because I try not to cry
I call it being strong, but you see humanity in my third eye
Its a sucker for my emotions so you can tell when Im happy too
When Im envious it gets green, like those of E. Badu
But one of these days...
I'll be strong enough to allow the third eye to see
Until then...
I guess Im incomplete