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03/25/2019

Heart: Remember that letter you wrote to your future wife.
The lady that's going to come and change our life.
The one with the beautiful soul.
The one who going to save us from this world that's oh so cold.
The one that's we going to have a deep connection.
To her we going to give all our love and affection.
She is still out there.
Don't give up, I know you still care.
I know we had a rocky start.
Listen up, after all I'm your heart.
I know it's a gamble but we can win.
Just tell your brain to let me back in

Brain: Okay where did I start.
What happen every time we listen to our heart.
I don't even know how to feel.
S**t is love even real?
I admit our heart it strong.
But every time we listen to him he lead us wrong.
Do you remember the sleepless nights, do you remember not being able to eat.
So you remember not having the strength to get to your feet.
Like the song says I have an icebox where my heart use to be.
Never again will I let someone get next to me.
If you believe the fairy tales he putting in our head.
You might as well believe in the monsters under our bed.

Me: Damn what do I do?
You both have good points, who do I listen to?
I do want the loving wife.
If there no one to share it with what's the point of living life?
But a broken heart, that's the worst pain.
After the last time my life will never be the same.
Who I listen to, my brain or my heart.
This game of tug a war is really tearing my life apart.

01/26/2018

As I lay here twisting and turning in this bed.
Can't get the thoughts of you out of my head.
The way it started I thought we was going to have a love oh so strong.
Once again my heart, it has lead me wrong.
I opened up and gave you all of me.
I took the lock of my heart and gave you the key.
I now lay here not knowing what to feel.
Laying here thinking, is love even real?
Now I am here with my heart in your hand.
Feeling like this again was never part of the plan.
My heart is yours now, you can keep it.
All it ever brought me was pain, I don't need it.
I believed in the fairy tales they put in my head.
I might as well believed in the monsters under my bed.
Like the song said I have an icebox where my heart use to be.
Never again will I let someone get next to me.

06/06/2017

Reflection

For so long I been looking in the mirror.
Looking for perfection.
But I'm always let down.
Simply because that's not my true reflection.
So now I'm here staring in this mirror.
Trying to see.
I close my eyes and truly see me.
No more hiding from my scares.
It's time to accept my flaws.
There no way I can truly live in piece.
Not until I learn to live with my inner beast.

05/19/2017

Tonight I'm not doing my spoken word.
This is coming from my soul.
Don't try and travel my road, you can't afford the toll.
My arms and legs should be the size of boulders.
I'm walking around with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
They say life hard but it's fair.
So I guess this is my burden to bare.
You don't know my struggle.
You want survive my hustle.
You don't know my dreams.
You can't handle my fears.
You don't know my pain.
You didn't shed my tears.
You sleep at night while I'm still up.
You sure you want to try and drink from my cup.
Try walking around with a fake smile to so that you're fine.
But how can that be true when you live in a world where the sun don't even shine.
Excuse the stains on this, it's the soil from my eye.
But it's in blood cause a man not supposed to cry.

05/19/2017

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03/31/2017

03/31/2017

Caged Bird

BY MAYA ANGELOU

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Thank you Dr Angelou for showing me how to be free.
Thank you for teaching how to release this caged bird inside of me.
Though you I learned to sing with my pen.
My ink lift me and allow me to fly in the wind.

Sometimes I feel trapped in my cage.
So I know how your bird feel seeing though his bars of rage.
But now I know it's a beautiful thing.
To be able to pick up my pen and let it sing.

I couldn't let women's month end without paying tribute to you.
A phenomenal woman though and though.
The woman that thought me to keep my eyes on the prize.
And no matter how hard it get to lift my head and say still I rise.

You list of accomplishment goes on and on, if I try and name them all I'll never get though.
So I'm going to end this piece by saving Dr Maya Angelou thank you.

02/27/2017

Tears from my father's eye.

They say a man is not supposed to cry.
What do you do when you see tears falling from your father's eye.
What do you do.
When you know those tears are because of you.
What do you say.
When you know your father don't want got living this way.
I think about all the lies I told.
All the drugs I sold.
How I lost my way and let the greed take control.
How I wanted the world so much that to the devil I sold my soul.
Father you was the only one to me that was true.
How I pay you back, I turned my back to you.
To your name I bough shame.
To my life I brought pain.
On my back I feel the rain.
But as I look up in the sky.
I see the sun then I realize that's the tears from my father's eye.

Dark Prince.

02/17/2017

Dear America Im back.
But this time you not talking with T~MAC.
The kings you stole, mated with your hatred.
I am the offspring, a monster you created.
I am still royalty, so my name, you better not never forget.
I am the Dark Prince.
In T~MAC last letter, he told you he was ready to buck.
Now it worse cause Im mad as f**k.
All these years we been lied to.
Used.
Abused.
And made a damn fool.
To you we was nothing more then a damn tool.
Like in school we was taught you put men into out of space.
But no where in that did we see our face.
When all your scientist stumbled.
It was our Queens you got to fix your numbers.
But did they get any credit.
I guess that part of class was edited.
I just watched birth of a nation and couldnt believe my eyes.
So I did some research and not to my surprise, what did I find, more lies.
You keep the truth from us cause you know the consequences.
That the real revolution
Is the evolution
Of consciousness.
A wise man once said.
A people without knowledge of their past, history, origin, and culture is like a tree without roots.
You knew this, how can we be men and stand if you cut off our boots.
In T~MAC last letter he said he was your worse nightmare.
Young, black and don't give a f**k, ready to buck.
But America,  I found out that by you its something much more hated.
Im young black and educated.
I refuse to continue to be manipulated.
To the cause Im dedicated.
Want be faded.
You about to be destroyed by the monster you created.
Dear America you have no clue what you about to experience.
Feel the warth of the Dark Prince.

01/29/2017

He is a beast.
A hard core killer like no other.
He don't give a damn about age, s*x, or color.
He has killed fathers, sons, daughters and mothers.
He has no heart.
He kills without remorse.
Sadly I know this killer personally.
He has taken five family members away from me.
Five faces agin I'll never get to see.
He killed them slow, but I can take comfort to know now they free.
His name has many definition.
It don't matter which one you choose he has the same mission.
The one that speaks to me the most is something evil that spread destructively.
So basically his only purpose in life is to go on a killing spree.
You want to know this killer, are you ready for the answer.
The name of this monster is CANCER.
My heart goes out the the families that he has ripped apart.
I know it's nothing that I can say that will take your pain away.
We have to keep going for tomorrow a new day.
Let's take a lil comfort to know they are out of pain.
And though us they still live and they death are not in vain.
When we think of them instead of crying lets smile.
Count our blessing that they was in our lives even if only for a little while.
To mine I want to say thank you.
Thank you for all the lesson you taught.
Thank you for how hard you fought.
Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for loving me unconditionally.
Thank you for the battles you won.
But most of all thank you for giving me the strength to live on.

RIP Walter Morgan
RIP Perry Cross
RIP Emella Cross
RIP Pearl Thomas
RIP Emmitt Williams.

The wages of sin is death so your bill has been paid.
But we are still here fighting and want stop until this beast has been slayed.

01/26/2017

War

I am at war. Sometimes I feel as if the whole world is against me.
If so f**k them all there no love for the enemy.
Fighting with all this built up rage and anger.
My eyes are blood shot red and all the warning signs say danger.
The road I travel is dark and alone.
My path is so cold it send chills to your bones.
I know I'm going insane.
Because now I welcome the pain.
How can thing ever be the same.
When you have ice flowing though your veins.
It has weaker men falling to there knees.
Even have atheist begging God help me please.
I hold on trying not to slip.
But it's getting harder and harder not to lose my grip.
Now I have to face a hard reality.
Fighting this fight got me on the break of insanity.
I fight to win. No love for the enemy.
But how can I win. When the enemy is the inner me?
T~MAC

01/20/2017

My spoken word.

I am not a poet.
Nor do I write poetry.
Because in reality.
This is much deeper for me.
This is more then just lyrics to be heard.
THIS IS MY SPOKEN WORD.
My pen is in an extension of me and the ink is what I s***t.
My writing is apart of me that's why it's so unique.
The paper is my body and the words are my soul.
Once bonded together we become whole.
THIS IS MY SPOKEN WORD
This is my truest feelings, the words I can't speak.
I don't have to put on a act or worry about being weak.
Hear I can be free without any fear.
I can ask questions like why am I still here.
They say a man is not supposed to cry.
So if MY SPOKEN WORD does it, will that be a lie?
Again I'm not a poet.
Nor do I write poetry.
So if I share my spoken word please keep it real with me.
I'm sharing with you my joy, my happiness, my nightmares and my fears.
With you I'm laughing I'm crying I'm shedding pure tears.
To me poetry is pretty.
That's not why I'm here I'm giving you the genuine me.
Then I stroke my word ever so gently and watch it grow.
I take this serious, this isn't just for show.
I put my all in it, this is what I do.
Like a proud father I sit back and watch what I gave life to.
I am not a poet.
I'm not giving you bars just to be heard.
WELCOME TO MY SPOKEN WORD!!!

01/19/2017

Home

Father I am coming to you on bended knees.
With all of my might I'm begging you please.
Guid me back in the light.
Father I am tired of living like this, in my heart I know it's not right.

My son I am here but you don't need me.
What you need is inside of you. You can set yourself free.
I gave you a good base on which to stand.
All I ever wanted was you to be a man.

Father my world is so dark and my touch is so cold.
I am losing my grip I don't how much longer I can hold.
I let my greed take over, father I have lost control.
What good is it for me to conquer the world but in doing so I lost my soul.

My son you going to make mistakes and that's okay
You just have to get back up and remember tomorrow a new day.
I am proud of you this I must say.
Cause though it all you did it your way.

Father I lost everything I feel so alone.
If it's not to late father can I come home.

Son I never put you out you left on your own
My doors are not locked this will forever be your home.

01/16/2017

Dear America.

Dear America how can you hate me.
When it's you who created me!
I was perfectly happy in my home land.
You came found me but never saw me as a man.
I was living free until you kidnapped me.
You brought me to a land that was not my own.
You brought me to your land but get mad if I call it home.
You took my religion and said it wasn't true.
But then you changed your word to make Jesus look like you.
You made me work your land and build your country.
But still you hate me.
Some thought it was inhuman and ended slavery.
Even after that you still want let me be free.
You got smart and changed it up with the time.
Instead of my bodies you enslaved my mind.
You gave me a fake smile and acted like you started to care.
You gave me public hosing and welfare.
I fell for it, that will keep me from uptown.
Thinking you helping me not seeing you only holding me down.
You put liquor store on every corner and brought in drugs to poison my mind.
Instead of you, I'm fighting my own kind.
I don't own planes and boats to get this s**t from over seas.
Yet I'm the one it keeping on my knees.
Now you have men in blue that supposed to protect me.
I admit it a few good one out there but lately they been the biggest threat to me.
Guess what America I have had enough.
I was peaceful but you mad me dangerous.
I'm now your worse nightmare young black and don't give a f**k.
Thanks to you America I'm ready to buck.

01/09/2017

01/02/2017

JMD Entertainment will be teaming with Black Rose Production . We about to get some open mic night going. If anyone interested hit me up.

Is about getting my name and work out. A way for ppl to contact me without going on my personal page

01/02/2017

It's been a while. But we are back. Teaming up with Black Rose Production about to hit 2017 hard.

01/02/2017

09/14/2015

We back baby. It's been a min but your boy is back. On top of the music game. The best DJ you know.

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