Vibin’ (Episode Five)

For weeks I’ve been trying to switch my speech up.Keep a conscious mind frame every time I speak up.

But, no Ebonics makes my lingo catatonic to to the

people I was raised with, ran the streets and grazed with.

A crucial conflict, I wonder how I fade this.

It’s not a good look sayin’ “nigga” with a raised fist.

Hypocrite; how dare I sit up on this mental fence.

I’ve got some swag but I’ve also got common sense

and it makes sense.

Once it starts to unfold,

Two personas battle, D-Huckaby versus Jah Soul.

I must put one on hold

so the other one can flourish.

But one will starve while the other one is being nourished.

To be honest, I’m not ready for D-Huckaby to perish.

Too many memories and struggles that I’ve come to cherish.

But you cannot serve two masters, that much is proven.

So through my actions, I guess we will see which one is losin’…

 ~ Anonymous

The Flow

You can’t get on my level if you don’t speak the language.
The flow’s intellectual like it came from Cambridge.
We’re on the same path but not on the same bridge.
Still look the same but I’m far from that lame kid.
Open your eyes, look what the fame did.
Open up your ears and listen to what the pain did.
Tears on my face looking like when the rain slid
down my windowpane.
Then I found a flame that was hid
in my soul. So now homie, the game flipped.
If your boat is sinking, we can’t be on the same ship.
A moneymaker, kind of like when the cain’s whipped.
Konscious thoughts, I’m never letting my brain slip.
Jump on my bandwagon, come and take a train trip.
Still an angel, even though one of my wings is clipped.
Tear drops, kind of like when the drain drips.
You can’t stop the flow, as if one of your veins got ripped…
– Jah Soul