sitting by the ocean

composing

my heart frozen

but still I must find a way to continue on

stand strong even as ineveitable change beats down my doors

attacking from all directions like the beast at a crack house sting operation

sealing off all exits and escape routes

with no way out I am forced to go deep within

find warmth in the emptiness that swallows me whole

for I have much work to do

many lives to touch

endless words to speak

and a cold cruel unforgiving world to change

this is my mission whether I come with the Poor People's Liberation Army or alone

AK or microphone

action must be taken

yes we can talk about it and I can write about it

but right now we need to be 'bout it bout it

fighting with no limits

following in the footsteps of Irene the Irie Eyed Warrior

bucking the system and letting the system pay for it

for it's been proven that if we play their game by our rules we cannot lose

the truth will always prevail-Casey B.

light will always shine through the darkness

that's the way of the world like Phillip Bailey, Maurice White, Earth Wind and the Firey Phoenix horns said

if you think otherwise Check Your Head before you go to Paul's Boutique fronting with your counterfeit License To Ill

we have bridges to build over Troubled Water's!!!

Naz©2005

World issues invade cerebral tissues

Got me tripping like mood swings

The rhythms of life got me like Jill Scott

Pen plot thoughts

Hold my own like Allen Iverson

Under pressure for life is applying the full court press

Elephant on my chest

Piano on my back

Too much excess baggage in the process

Still we got this and next

Just in case you thought you saw a weak spot

We can chess box and see if you know the art

Do a pulse check to see if you got heart

For what’s in your pockets can only take you so far

Wanna be super-star trying to be hard

My soul is scarred by these unforgiving streets

Where the ends never meet

And if they do its WAR

There is a lesson in each step

Still many can’t see past the corner of their block

So they stand still and watch life fly by

While others are too busy

Racing for cheddar

Free basing

Skirt chasing

Faking and fronting

Running your mouth saying a bunch of nothing

Going nowhere but to the parking lot at Fam Mart and the liquor store

All they know is what they hitting for

SEVEN DICE!

Baby needs diapers and brand new shoes

Trying to emulate the live’s of pimp’s, players and whores

Lifestyles with no future

Guaranteeing penitentiary views

Or your Family shedding tears at your wake

There is so much at stake

Too much to risk

Too many have lost their lives on street corners

Learn from those who have traveled this road before you

For experience equals wisdom

Taught by the Almighty Universe

A master of this I am not

Student for as long as I trek

Usual suspect with street corner intellect chillin’ in my room

Outside the world we live in is so plastic

Graphic violence at every turn

Murder on the front pages

Breast augmentation advertisements monopolize local publications

It depresses me to the point I can’t even get upset

I just refuse to accept it

Refuse to consume it

My mental unable to digest it like my physical is unable to digest red meat!!

CAN I GO BACK

TO WHEN RAP WAS THE RELATIVE TERM

HIP HOP STILL HAD TO BE LEARNED

PLATINUM PLAQUES WERE EARNED

DUES WERE PAID BEFORE WACK ASS MC'S

AND 5 MIC'S IN THE SOURCE MEANT INSTANT CLASSIC?

I WISH REDMAN NEVER DROPPED MUDDY WATERS

CAUSE THEN HE'D STILL BE DOPE

WU TANG'S 36 CHAMBER CLASSIC WOULD STILL BE BANGING IN MY TRUNK

BIGGIE AND TUPAC WOULD STILL BE ALIVE

TRIBE WOULD HAVE JUST DROPPED MIDNIGHT MARAUDERS AND Q-TIP WOULDN'T OF SOLD HIS SOUL FOR ANY VIBRANT THING

I WANT TO GO BACK TO WHEN BUSTA WAS A LEADER OF THE NEW SCHOOL WITH CHARLIE AND DINCO DROPPING CLASSIC MATERIAL

EDUCATING EVERYONE ON THE INNER MINDS EYE

EPMD DID THE CROSSOVER LONG BEFORE ALLEN IVERSON

BUT NEVER REALLY DID BACK THEN

BEFORE KEITH MURRAY HIT US OFF WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFULLEST THING IN THE WORLD

HIP HOP WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFULLEST THING IN THE WORLD

I HAD BROTHER'S IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE'S OF NEW YORK  AND BROTHER'S CHILLIN IN A LOG CABIN IN CALIFORNIA

THOSE MISCHIEVOUS SOULS TOOK US FROM 93 TO INFINITY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES

I REMEMBER THE FEELING I FELT WHEN I FIRST HEARD IT

AND EVER SINCE MOBB DEEP DROPPED THE INFAMOUS I HAVE BEEN SLOWLY LOSING INTEREST

NOT WANTING TO SEE CATCHY HOOK PHRASE MC'S BRING AN END TO THIS ARTFORM I GREW UP ON

HOW LONG BEFORE HIP HOP IS GONE?

I WANT TO GO BACK!!

NAZ©2005

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