I am not a rembrandt

a fill this or get that

I am full of Zulu blood

although hud may house my home

it keeps me off the project block

which consistently shelters my brothers and sisters

and just because I get welfare for my food

and sell what’s unused to the highest bidder

my children shall eat vegetables and meat

not malnutrioned or weak shall they grow

but tall and straight and surrounded by love

which will conceal the poverty and hypocrisy

of those that assume I am abusing the system

and dare not think the system is using me

no I shall hold my children in my bosom

and pray the streets dont make a corpse

of my daughter or son

each night they come home

is a battle I’ve won

my child will not know of lights out or

cell block D you see

I will not allow the system to have my children

they shall house and feed their bodies

but their mentalitites I’ll breed

to let them know better

to make them aware

life is not fair

keep your bars Ritkers Island

my children prefer Hersheys or Twix

they shall get thier kicks from

education, preservation and renovation

of this nation

you see

I am not raising felons or thieves

but Kings and Queens who will one day

claim their throne.


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This is a Test by

My revolution shall not be televised
nor my religous beliefs compromised
by your judicial system
my tears shall not be close captioned
as you wait for my reaction
just so you can judge me
my lifestyle will not be pre-empted
by your attempts
to disguise your intentions
with my best interest
imposing your morality on my shortcomings
I shall not broadcast my fear
on your local network station
advertising my frustration
for the sake of emotional compensation
with which you are giving
only so you can go and spread my news
I will do you one better
this is my commercial letter
of what will be
no regulations imposed by the FCC
can tempt me
I shall not proceed w/ caution
because your feelings are offended
your guilt tormented
by my sixty seconds of fame
please remain seated
feeling defeated
as you stay tuned to another reality show series
starring me
as we are live and as I learn
Life is only a test.

Life or Death by

Armed men with weapons
of educational projections
to combat societies false prejudices
to be dismantled upon discovery of our youth
never has this truth been in such great demand
you can be what you want to be per Nas
not necessarily ghetto superstars sing Pras
but men of substance
these men must disarm their love for the streets
with siren filled beats
which is always followed by prison bars
learn the difference between right and wrong
remain strong
know that your strength does not lie
in your trigger finger
or your ability to pull it
defuse it
excercise control and use it
live life with a laugh
not a 9 millimeter
honor life and death
and remember
the last breath is final
substitute violence with silence
walk away
acknowledge God each day and pray
respect and protect your community
by not being the problem
but part of the solution
the leader of this Revolution
stay focused and centered
lessons learnt by boys turned MENtors.

Out of LUST

I was no longer mesmerized
by his rim size
nor was I impressed
with his American Express
(which had a $300.00 credit line)
no longer defined by Louie Vuiton
or the Coach bag he brought with drug money
how funny?
all the times I spent looking up
while on my back
rewarding casual gifts with sinfulness
as if we were closing a deal
no more medicines or creams to remedy
the aches and disease that I contracted
compliments of your lack of faithfulness
to your body and God
today is a new day to do away with the past
and while love sometimes never last
neither does lust which is what we had
love without trust and obligation
self degradation
I am now awake and no longer in LUST with you.