Two Things

One Two

One punch Two punch

Three Four Five

Do you feel like One  punch man

When you are live?

When your audition, your performance is on tour

What is your drive?

Sing, dance, walk, talk, it’s all on stage

And your mic is the box that resides within you body

And you have two options.

The effects will create friction or traction

You can vocalize, harmonize, initialize, capitalize

Life or Death

I’ll speak for myself when I say that I have realized to impact of

Beginnings and Ends

Starts and tied knots

To me these are the most important ropes

That we climb

That we concentrate on so hard just to leap over

Even I’m afraid of tripping a little bit

Because I know that the life that I live will coincide with the death I obtain

And how I die will determine the reward that is soon to be realized

 

I’m telling you this because I want you to know that the former

And its follower are all a cycle

But more so, life is found not only in the sound of blood flows and heart

Reaction but in social transaction and servant action

Life is not about longevity but of comradery and selfless accountability

This blood was instilled within our veins in order that we may

Release and shed it on another’s behalf

And I have found life. In every step I take

I find life out there

In every hand that I shake and every eye I meet

And it is in communication and passion that life is ignited

And this is why speak poetically via paper

This is why I play music

And if you know me, this is what you know about me

Pens, pencils, and ink

Cover this canvas.

Oil, metal, brass, nickel, copper, black keys, and white stripes

Encompass this can

Mixing and fine tuning to reveal various hues

And I wish most of all to color you inspired

And shade you empowered

That I am just a prototype

And I’ll be the Protoman to your Megaman

And with our Megaminds we will climb this Hill

Jonah’s Ark through the raging seas of the social flood

I wish to announce excellence to the young men and the young girls

I Spying for purpose and practices

 

And I’ve come from Death.

The grave is where I was born, torn from perfection

Only to be shipwrecked on the shore of my black culture changed by

Money and false advertisements

Only to be flung from a sling from a Goliath killer’s arm into the eye

Of an insurmountable giant on the top of a ivory tower

And the elephant in my room, in the privileged room, has been hunted for

Its ivory tusks

I’ve come from apathy, confusion, and complacency

Never would I have believed that I would place this candle

In the holster of wax holder

I’m telling you that it will be snuffed eventually

But before I return to my beginning

This fire will burn bright to light the way for anyone placed along my the walls of my tunnel

Death. I know what it’s like.

Not as well as others, but I recognize Death’s imprint

But who would I be without it?

What is the concept of life if not for death

What is right without wrong?

What would life and death be without God?

Without a purpose?

I’ll hand you the conclusion to this paper

To this work lies three subjects

Life. Death. Purpose.

One. Two. Three. Four.

I declare a cultural war

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

Thrive on living. Don’t ever buckle under the weight.