MJS Creative Landing

What is this gibberish it's only hubris it might be dubious these words could be ridiculous compounded deviance and it ain't humorous but I can see the damage caused by what is ludicrous Let's take back all that's good clean up our neighborhoods get rap and thugs up outta here because they no damn good stand up and don't get jacked that preacher's Cadillac done robbed us blind with a slick beat but people take it back And every kid ain't nice dark can be bright as light just cause they're cheering doesn't mean that rapper's rap is tight if every body's yelling to just go start rebelling that's just a mob who hate their jobs and lives are probably failing Now that I said it twice don't be the scarifice that gets strung out and laughed about and loses most ya' life look and see what is good don't trust the neighborhood to teach you right from wrong they want you slintered like old wood (chorus) if I could say a thing or two to m

And those tiny black and pink flecks littering a tiny desk finding places on pint sized blue jeans and upon earth colored carpeted floors are they signs of starting over of beginning anew of dusting one's self off oft times we forget that the past comes trailing along like the distinct smell of childhood the remembrance of what it felt like to be wide open and naive to the world and the self and the other continuations drawn out like hieroglyphics and the lights were off because now we know that the glow is as a horizon of heavy breathing and hope the shoulders have fallen in relief though the levee still is breached and angels wail while others writhe and love has pulled and tugged the tide with lunar essence undefined The gathering throngs of humanness the swelling pride of hubris the shackled minds of betrayed faith and God is full yet of all grace the turns and twists and storied plight the bold new day a nation's blight in one grand glorious vote of might we're staid F

Everywhere there is need met embraced and kissed with wet dew-weighed abundance there are those heedless do not see this blinded by sheer paranoiac tribal ways Store houses replace the vineyards muddy swollen feet and hands in pockets traipse back and forth partitions are erected high and broad keeping skeptics at arms length away There is a knowing stubbornly afoot whispering the way to find the sultry crafted cage identifying what has kept you captive tugging at the bonds to be let free jaevans 1pm 1/5/09

Is it cuz you might go delirious? Yo, I'm Tryin' to be strong...cuz I'm the king of my throne. Rite now don't got no home to call my own. Fam be holl'n at me, but I won't pick up the fon. But the fon was there for you to use back then when I needed a friend. I could have reached out too, but I guess I didn't know what to do. Rite now I need someone to xplain this pain. It's makin' me insane. Thoughts used 2B clear, now I can hardly hear. What you say Ni**a! Oh, I guess you think I just figga that my soul gets darker while my heart just swirls in a saucer. And this world it be movin' 2fass for me sometimes and sometimes I have to remind myself, I can RUN FAST! I CAN RUN REALLLL FAST. So if I have to take a cut to get this n to turn n2 a U, I guess that's what a playa got 2do. It's takes work 2B serious...it's that kind of fear we put in us. Justice never ever meant Just-US! So don't think I'm hatin' I'm tryin' t