I love the Upper East Side of Manhattan. When i'm not dog-walking here or showing apartments, I sit on this very bench at Normandie Court and let my mind drip. Then dip. And to me, it always looks like this. <3
If what you do is sing then sing until melody is EVERYTHING. If what YOU DO is dance, prance across the globe and through the streets of
romance and if what you do IS paint paint me a dream far from
faint; hold no boundaries, hold no
constraints. If you BUILT me a cloud its the new home for these
and I'll build us a home WITH the LOVE that I've brought. If what you do is SMILE then warm up this room show teeth FOR a mile and you'll reach the stars soon and if you like to run then run for THE prize and if you just play BALL, then please aim for the SKY. If you like to play instruments drums or guitar then PLAY me a tune heal my heart of these scars if you happen to rap, then spit a 16 and show ME those bars validate your regime inject my blood stream PLEASE don’t be MAINSTREAM because rap equals essence and HIP HOP my queen. If what you do is WRITE… then write mea play make it ABOUT LOVE so i'll be sure to stay and i'd read everyday for as long as you write TILL our HEARTS become one AND our SOU…
kind of task is that?" My mother would ask."To
inspire the world with an artistic mask?" I could feel
the wrath and a near heart attack. "but that's who I am" I responded back. And then caught my tone, see I had yelled it back. And I then got the feeling my whole life, I slacked. But I won't
get time back if I argue and snap, See I needed
that push, I just needed that slap. But I thank her, and yes, now I'm back in a trap And after she called it, I followed her tracks.See success
is so simple, its just white and it's blackIf you get
past that grey and accept the hard facts. Dear Mother, I can explain, though I don't take that back When i'm writing
so zealously thoughts come in packs And if they're not released, the consumption is fast for these words
liberate me of wrongs in my past. But I DONT own a mask, still silly ol' P. Im so full of ambition, though it may not seem. And this life made me wiser, more hungry, more t…
In the far lands of the east live mechanical beasts
Who love to feast on styles of
Hearts so cryptic bow their feet
And from their hearts true dreams excrete.
We embody love; and inhale success
Apart from lust for happiness
so temporary, far from whole
The strongest fists and painful blows.
We stay so high, a drug called life
We come with bullets, guns and knives!
Deliver through the vivid
This art, this world, that place of glory
Come suck our thoughts, let’s take this ride
Lets make it epic, BONAFIDE.
Dreamers tonight, wake in the morning
because a deadly army is quickly forming.
Can we reverse, the curse upon
Lets change their thoughts, so kings they’ll call us
Lets balance love, but not with
As for the devil, eradicate.
See life is rough, at times so deadly
Please carry on, and live it steadily.
Go ride a bike, go blow some
Go finish school, or live your dream.
Lets get together, follow me
And change the world, as just one team.
It’s the shape of my eyes,
my body and soul, the color of my mind... I belong to music, and these lyrics
are mine. The beat is fast, pounding
thrusts from within her chest. The music it brings to her
ears are of that melodic guitar-the unique guitar... with strings made of
veins. It plays so loudly, her eardrums become numb to the sound of the beat.Don’t
strum too hard, cuz ink will bleed, and when the ink bleeds, her soul excretes
and stories of a young gremlin are told. A girl so keen, she made
the rhythms bleed. Stories of a dark child,
the daughter of jazz, rock and hip hop Stories of how she made
their hearts stop, their mouths drop. Stories round the tick
tock she stops the clocks and thoughts pop Her cryptic mind is the
simplest hard knock! Cliché? I think not, for
this delivery is TOO hot.Should you question
someone’s passion? I think not. Woke up feeling fierce
today, but this fire is everyday, So sit back and listen to
the truth she say.Forget the childhood
memories, dark morning…