death

Vibin’ (Episode Ten)

Still a Konscious King. No crown, throne or peasants.
But my wife is a Queen, so life still is pleasant.
And life’s still a present, a gift given from God.
That’s why I thank him everyday.
Whether it’s easy or hard…
yeah, life tried to discard me but I didn’t let it scar me.
Though I might be running late, I’ll still be at the party.
I should graduate this year cause’ last year was a test.
I laid my mama, grandfather and childhood friend to rest…
And as I make this address, I pray God’s blessing their souls.
Let their spirits give me strength, while I’m chasing my goals
and let my purpose unfold, can’t leave my story untold.
Enjoy this elevator music while my dreams are on hold.
Got my eyes on the gold, no silver medals will do.
See, I’m sticking to the plan. No duct tape or glue.
I’ll let you know when I’m through, then you can walk in my shoes.
You wanna know what I’ve been through, well that’ll give you a clue…

~ Jah Soul

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My Cry For Mama…

People say that we can never live forever, but forever I will hold you.
Deep within my soul, wish I was there to console you.
My heart sheds many tears and many wounds still remain,
but I understand that God had to steal you from your pain.
Will things ever be the same, without your laughter and your wit?
I bet you’re talking Prince’s ear off, probably giving him a fit.
You were a force to be reckoned with, that we can admit.
But your company was grand, for many hours we could sit.
Ups and downs we experienced and hard roads we traversed.
But I already miss you yelling, “Get my make-up bag out of my purse”.
Strong willed and strong minded, pure power in your essence.
Now I long for the chance to spend an hour in your presence.
But your life is not yet over; it’s time for you to get your wings,
then fly as high as they will take you and let the heavens sing.
Yes, I’m going to miss you mama, that’s a fact that can’t be missed.
But I know God called you home, because you’re the next angel on His list…

~ Jah Soul

If I Died Tonight

If I died tonight, I wonder if I will have fought hard enough
to implement the Truth; that God is part of us.
Can I truly say I gave it everything I had
and I stood on my square through the good and the bad.
If I died tonight, I wonder would you really miss me?
Walk by my wooden casket, drop a tear as you kiss me?
Did I touch your life or was I just a memory.
Spoke to you loud and clear but I wonder, are you really hearing me?
If I died tonight, would the lessons I was giving
continue on like I was still living?
Would you see the wisdom I was trying to interject?
We can change this world, through our love and intellect.
If I died tonight, would you carry on this torch
or would you leave it on the ground from the fear of being scorched?
If I left this earth, know that I tried to do my best
never had intentions of leaving this world a mess.
Just sitting here wondering if I ever will pass Gods test…

~ Jah Soul

Religious Rhetoric 

I’ve shed many tears over the years I spent inside this criminal convent

And through it all, I stepped up to the call and stayed relent-less.

Senseless killings and shady dealings, Lord willing, 

I will stand and boldly fight these feelings.

Head pointed towards the ceiling, prayers ripped from my soul.

The reaper’s hand is on my shoulder, why’s his fingers so cold?

I was told to hold on but then they slathered my palms

With oil from the devil’s soil, and I’m supposed to stay calm.

No harm in turning on the charm, sweet talk my way in to Heaven.

Baptized in liquified lies, on bad terms with the Reverend.

BUT check me out, I turned those 6’s in to 7’s, traded my horns for a halo.

They say the streets are paved with gold, so how could I say no?

Created in his image, I guess I’m spiritual Play-Doh.

Flesh and bones, but I was shaped and molded like clay though.

I went from a peso to a dollar and change.

Reached for Heaven and even though they said it was out of my range,

I will keep fighting because I know my Lord will never erase me off his page…

Eternal Love

Before the lights go dim or cease to be,
I want to die while you love me.
There’s nothing wrong with growing old together
but with old age memories fade.
I want you to remember the vibrant youngster I was,
Not the shade I became, my hair going gray.
I want you to remember the kisses, nibbles;
every moment spent.
In our love making sessions, the perfume of our sex
wafting like a mint.
The peels of laughter and corny jokes we shared.
The whispered pledges between us, to let
one know the other cared.
I want you to remember me for forever and a day.
The good times, bad times, all times
every day in every way.
You asked why would I want to die while
you love me in our middle years.
If you would die before me, the love would never fade away
but I will be dead inside from all my tears…

– Thomas D. Payne

A Dirty Game

My homies eyes turned red as he bled from the gunshot.

Two blinks, one tear and then his heart stopped.

On the wings of an angel did his soul leave.

Time slowed down and then I felt a cold breeze.

As he bled, his blood spread like an oil spill.

Eighteen and he’s killed… now, that’s a raw deal.

Another son gunned down, another brother lost.

He balled hard on these suckas, then he paid the cost.

He couldn’t see the jealousy inside their eyes though.

My little homie lived fast but he died slow.

The irony is telling me that I should pump the brakes

but hateful thoughts begin to overtake.

I wanna up the stakes, take them to full throttle.

Pour the gas on, hang the gas out this ‘Lac

and get my smash on.

I could retaliate, but this cycle will never cease.

Immortal enemies, so we will never kill the beast.

That’s what they want; violence, destruction and blood shed

and won’t be satisfied until we’re laying all dead.

So I hold my head and keep it movin’ just the same.

Trying to keep my hands clean but it’s a dirty game.

– Jah Soul