Been a way for a minute
Far Far Away
Soul Kindred
Mind n outlook
Both Replenished
I'm seekin' somethin' to connect us like a soul convention
How far away is death?
I don't know
Maybe inches
Concentratin' on life n what da future holds up in it
When I frame art
You see angles
All dimensions!
Soakin' up absorbin' my explicits
Why most illicit
False linguistics
Respect n Honor
I learned dat as a young apprentice
Nigga listen!
Da "Blue Hill Avenue" is rigid
Loyalties difficult to disengage like Tristan
Empowered by da perks
Things enlisted
Everyday
People, Family, Friends
Change
In a instant
Like, our surroundings
And It's astoundin'
Dat what's spoke don't coincide wit da ones around it
Chillin' wit my bro
Blunt lit
2 L's
Total "Loungin"
Lookin' at da New York skyline
Reminiscin'
Talkin' bout our seeds n how we want da best for em'
Environment of endangered livin'
Enjoy em' growin' up
Tryna stay outta prison
Da joy n pains of what's to come if you push da limit
Perseverance!
Happiness!
Drama!
Tension!
Ya know!
Dealings wit men n women
How so much resides on our shoulders
Certain doors dat just need closure
Even da hate dat comes wit a stink pungent odor
I weight bench barz ova heads like lane floater's
We vote
But don't receive reparations, for what dey owe us
"THEY DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT US"! Mike Jack, they just tryin' to meet dey quota
We remain Soldierz!
Bonded to a culture wit no love for da other
Tendencies ruptured
Boi
I'm from da gutter
Where Sins n Problems constantly hover
Like dark cloudz upon domes when da rain touch us
People jobless, but eye do see more entrepreneur's among us
Da human race eyes is covered
Being force fed what da government tell us
Instead of searchin' for da truth in da closet wit da rest of da uncovered clutter
I write it in my scripts
Keenan Ivory Wayans
I'm gonna get you suckaz
Lyrics dat I sputter
Leave da ~waves~ on ya head n in ya brain fluttered
Lackin' skillz
How much strength can one beatin' heart even muster?
Mirrors?
Reflections sculpture
What's starin' back what you lookin' at is examined ain't added up to da facts
Keep it 100
Funkdafied like da brat
Tap!
Dance on sonnets like Sammy Davis
Fountain of youth
Flow ageless!
Dis world all about Deniro's, Feel da Bull Ragin'!
Dawg, Stop playin'!
Ink on pages, Causin' Storms like Mason
Hard 2 Kill at any juncture dat I'm paraphrasin'
I use dis coolin' agent, calmin' down all my patrons
Latinos, Blacks, Dominicans, Asians
Even Caucasions
It don't even matter
Eye been on top n at da bottom of dat ladder
Now I'm climbin' back up to reach da latter
Cause eye know what I spit come from real life calculations
You don't know da half of my mathematical determination
Decades of enraged slaves to massa's
Now we murdering each other in da same fields dey grazed n pastured
Da ones our ancestors died in
Trying to change n pave a better way so we wouldn't have to be in dat same crapper
P~eep dis game if you da master
Cause eye guess it's no limit on dat stature
Hope still preached to da congregation by some who are false pulpit pastors
Present connected to da future of deez recently updated infamous past day patterns
We all behind da 8 ball political disasters
D'evol Vigilante Warmonger War Master!
Our country has a lot of fucked up untold missin' chapters
Too many fake perpetratin', removed from reality claimin' to be gangsta violent rappers
At 1st I heard da laughter, den you hear da nightmarish family cries dat come right after
Den you see da faces of killers dat spark, "Takin' Lives" like Ethan Hawke
All eye thought
Was da family grievin' loss, plus all da pain dey cost
Don't trust no one son!, Cause dey even threw rocks at Jesus nailed up on a wooden cross
Now what's da difference when it comes to our sanctioned course?
Still can't see da light, huh boss?
There's a season for everything
Even when odds are against us n we must rely on our wits, use common sense, restraint, or force
Taste da sauce
Yeah!
I'm cut from a different cloth
Tingle spines when I straighten up a woman's arch
I ain't a kid, ya dig?
I'm Tom Hanks, "Big"
Blessed wit a great mind by my Creator like a well-known philanthropist
As a parent first n a poet second
You don't know all da hours of hard-work I did as well as da blood, sweat, n tears eye put in
To da world
Eye share my experiences, knowledge, n hands on curriculum wisdom and dats how I give
Eye raise mine to navigate through dis sea of shit we live
Real Grown Ass Men know what time it is
Some dock, Others keep ridin' til death n never reach dat port
No info given, it's in da casket wit em'
Feel me sport?!
Eye got da eye of da tiger but I don't play no golf
But we share da same course
Hood 2 hood to every block corner n lonely child who feel dey never gettin' off of dat porch
For my fallin' kin n comrades, dats how I carry da torch
As long as I got air in my lungs, I'll keep it up
And deez atrocities after we are long gone will continue to be discussed
But eye know dis much, I'll never stop bringing my views to da forefront
Da flame will never go out or get tossed
To get far away from da madness I might throw on some Christopher Cross
Dat joint be having me thinkin' I'm Sailin'
My perspective of love ailments surfaces to da top affectin' both assailants
Address ya mailin' wit a dignified correspondence
Emotional bondage from my father's short-cummings tied to a broken promise
And nawh, I ain't a prophet or a nigga sellin' people dreams for some profit
But I can fax you my resume if you can't see da theme in my written pictorial logic
I spread sheetz den cover any topic
Shootin' shit across da sky like Hailey's comet
Boom!
Every line is aligned wit C4 verses on it
In a means to have you Get up! n Flip ya tails outta misinformed coordinates
Far away, but minds need to be awoke from being dormant
"Far Away" by Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare
