SO WHO ARE WE?
But people of OUR OWN
Never to be CLONED,
Mechanically OWNED,
Imperialistically DRONED,
Frozen in between concrete.
Look within if you’re feeling alone
Went IN, now I’m feeling so GROWN
Reaching up towards the sky.
Work hard,
Travel light
Set free,
but attached like a kite.
Let the wind take me on my flight
Ignite sounds to surround my flow,
As I flew down low
Take it easy–Forgo
All political puppet shows.
No silly strings attached.
So my dreams won’t collapse
I got a dream catcher for that.
We the dreamers of our raps.
Mind seekers,
Expressed philosophized speakers,
Preachers into wise leaders.
Keepers of our WORDS
Sink deeper into yours
As I fall into mine.
Not worried bout the time.
No hurry to my rhyme.
Composed feelings on a line
Suppose these feelings were a sign
Sending shivers down my spine.
Won’t shiver but I can shine!
Wither with or whether without
It’s the bitterness that I could do without.
As I look out
In the distant distance
With a passionate consistence
For this passive resistance,
No commitments to an image,
Just motivations for
The visions of ambitions
To diminish these conditions
Of our politicians traditions;
An effort to prohibit
The limits of our spirit.
Expecting us to fear it.
Only freedom for the fearless
Freedom after all
Egotistical disappearance,
I rather LIVE this radical spiritual
EXPANDING experience.
—So who am I?
But a person of my own
Already known I can’t be cloned
Won’t let them mechanically drone
The only things that I control.
My consciousness’ bliss.
My mind’s creative dish.
MY VOICE and the way I move my lips.
My order of priorities,
Balanced by equalities,
Creating qualities
for the quantities
through a modestly honest,
shape-shifting—–
developing psychology.
