Friday, June 20, 2025
Cracks
Friday, June 6, 2025
Peace in These Pieces
Verse 1:
Affection assassinates - I'm too altruistic,
My heart’s a hostage, held in halls of the mystic.
Trust is a toxin, truth turns me timid,
I'm torn between temples and tenets I never admitted.
Selfless to a fault, like saints in the scriptures,
But pain paints poems in paradox pictures.
Peace in these pieces? A puzzle with pride,
I’m a prophet at war with the pulse that's inside.
I Can’t fake the funk, no fraud in the frame,
I’m flames in the forge — ain't a fraud in my name.
Half-hearted? Never. My art’s in ascension,
Each line a lesson, I’m the class in the tension.
Lifelong learner with a page as my preacher,
Pen bleeds purpose, every phrase is a feature.
Chapter begins — I’m the ink and the plot,
A phoenix with pens, I’m what legends forgot.
(ad-libs):
Yeah... that’s grown man talk...
"Peace costs pain, bruh..."
"Write through the war, my dawg..."
Verse 2:
I spoke to the stars and they echoed my ache,
Soft-spoken soldier with a weapon of grace.
Love is my labor, but it labors me too,
Plant seeds in the soil just to pray they break through.
Balance is delicate, dance on a blade,
My spirit been tired, but I still give it praise.
Can't build on betrayal — that base too brittle,
Still I lace these riddles like sacred scribbles.
All I ever gave was soul, no filter,
Each line laced with a lifetimes elixir.
Can't numb the truth, I feel it like thunder,
Peace isn't soft, it's forged in hunger.
I'm not pretending, I'm not pretending,
If I give, it's whole — no piece for lending.
This the chapter of fire, the page don't fold,
I walk through the silence with faith untold.
(ad-libs)
"Sheesh… speak that spirit."
"That’s royalty right there…"
"Truth don’t need no armor."
Verse 3:
Peace in these pieces? Nah, that’s a paradox, where trauma been tap dancing in a pair of socks.
I write with the ghosts of the gods in my margins, the ink in my pen got the weight of a Martian.
I gave more than I got, that’s a lopsided ledger,
Still built an empire with bars and no measure.
Every verse is a vessel, a blessing in code,
I spit manuscripts molded from pressure and cold.
I’m the sum of my scars, ain’t no shame in that math,Each wound is a glyph, every line is a path.
I don’t rhyme, I resurface with purpose and wrath, took the pain, made a prism, broke the cycle in half.
Yeah, I'm calm now — but don't mistake still for settled, still got fire in my belly, ink heavy as metal.
It's chess, not checkers, I sacrifice kings, For the peace I been searching’ in these symphonies I sing.
Thursday, May 29, 2025
They Judge the Hustle, Not the Money
In a world where money is a daily necessity for survival, judgment seems to be prevalent in every endeavor one embarks on to earn it. Whether it's for extravagant spending, paying rent, securing household essentials, or even investing for the future, the method you choose to put money in your account or pocket often comes with scrutiny.
"They judge the hustle, not the money" – this statement resonates deeply. It highlights the importance of aligning your means of earning with your values. Choosing a path that doesn't conflict with your moral compass and allows you to maintain a clean conscience is paramount, because at the end of the day, we all need money to live.
I've observed how people's perceptions can shift drastically depending on how you earn your living. For instance, someone making money through recycling plastic products and cans might be viewed as being at the bottom of the economic ladder. Similarly, a motor mechanic might be judged for being perpetually covered in grease and grime, as if their job involved pristine cleanliness. However, this judgment often takes a curious turn when money is involved.
Walk into a club, pub, or social gathering, and suddenly, the origin of your funds becomes less important. More often than not, the same people who might have cast judgmental glances are now eager to offer a hug, share your table, and engage in conversation, happily accepting drinks bought with the very money they seemed to scorn earlier. See how that judgment simply evaporates?
My friends, I urge you to respect the process and appreciate the results. It's perfectly acceptable to have money; life isn't meant to be a constant struggle. The goal is to enjoy it, and to do so, getting your priorities in order is crucial.
Above all, maintaining a clear conscience is everything. So, if getting your hands dirty is what it takes to achieve that, then so be it.
Saturday, March 8, 2025
Stranger
Thursday, March 6, 2025
FAITH LIVES IN YOU
Tuesday, March 4, 2025
Going Through the Pain Often Requires More Pain
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