streets

Vibin’ (Episode Seven)

Loose lips sink ships and I’m surrounded by icebergs.You might’ve heard, that I was the one with nice verbs.

A tight herd is what I keep and I’’m one deep in the streets.

Unless it’s something sweet sitting in the other seat.

I don’t compete for positions, I invent my own.

Decorate my throne with every stone that was ever known.

Homegrown, like that bud you’re smokin’ on.

Triple D to the bone, rock it till’ I’m dead and gone.

Gettin’ my grown man on, check the mind-set.

Wanting me to shine but I ain’t got up out of the bind yet.

In due time, I’m gonna put it where it’s necessary.

Go against the grain like a summers day in February.

I’m like a cemetery, burying these lame-o’s.

J-Y fly still, even in these plain clothes.

Deep within my soul, that is where the flame goes.

Through this pen on this paper, that is where my pain goes…

~ Jah Soul

Shots Fired

Man, many are going to hate this, many might feel me. Some will applaud me, some may want to kill me.

Being I never beat around the bush, always speak absolute. I’ve met a few good men in this,

even they can’t stand the truth.

Crippin’ been over for me, so long ago. I was finished trippin’ back in ’92,

my love for the set had diminished.

Though I thought I’d stay down the course for most of my life, had a change of heart

with children and a wife.

I’ve seen a Corrupted Regressive Ignorant Purpose that served me to no end.

Understanding then; those who put me down, didn’t really love me or wasn’t really friends

or kin, to set me up for misery and tears.

Destroying the small progress I’d made; set me back at least ten years.

But what made my ass set off in a new direction other than left, was the vision I had to find my true self.

Who I was and who I am are two different beings, that’s what you get when illumination

transpires before your eyes, truly open seeing.

To all I put down, please know I’m sorry; I sincerely apologize for leading you down a dead-end street

filled with pretense and lies.

Hilltop, I’m sorry. Courtney, I’m sorry. Phil, I’m sorry.

To my brothers, Vinnie T. and Jay, I say I’m sorry.

Jay, it made you go try the other side, a brighter hue.

To my son, Taelor, I didn’t understand then; I’m sorry it affected you too.

Like crack, this was a poison spread through the hood, an epidemic.

Crack, I shouldn’t have sold, the gang never got in it.

But when you are young and dumb, full of verve with nerves to try whatever.

You feel invincible, never seeing the trap pulling the lever.

So to all my ex-set, definitely my big homies. I say today in finality,

ain’t no love between us, y’all phonies.

When you told me back then that the set didn’t travel, slowly but surely the false mechanism

began to unravel.

Now I stand with a new purpose, as I write these verses, a Consciously Responsible Inspired Person.

Until there’s a Community Revolution In Progress; never, ever call on me.

Miss me with that mess.

I know, I know… y’all laughing at me, calling me a mark-ass-nigga.

Only because, I’ve grown to be a M.A.N, something you’re not; go figure…

– Thomas D. Payne

Rude Awakening

This poem was created by a young brother who happened to become my cell mate.  I immediately noticed his talent, but his focus and vision was unpolished.  After some meaningful conversations between us, he handed me this jewel.  I would love to share it with the Kingdom.  This young Prince goes by the name of Quala T…

It’s a cold world that we are living in, brothers killing brothers over dividends.

Our sistah’s being robbed of their innocence

and we are the ones to blame, but we act like we’re innocent.

We are supposed to be leaders, but we are followers

because we done let the street devour us.

I guess it’s all over for the Black man

and I can’t take that back. It’s reality, the facts stand…

All we know is robbery and homicide

and homie, you ain’t real if you ain’t down to ride.

Don’t we realize we’re making mama tired?

Take a look in her eyes, can’t you tell that she’s no longer inspired?

Mama, I apologize for everything, but I was hooked on fast cash and Mary Jane

and other supplements that I won’t dare to blame.

I know my father’s disappointed on the fact that I bear his name.

And we’re supposed to be our brother’s keeper…

Instead of dragging them out the water, we just pull them deeper.

Yet, we walk around like we are righteous;

pay attention to my words, common sense is priceless.

We fall victim to our circumstance, fail to use our minds

then wonder why they say we don’t deserve a chance.

They locked us up and threw away the key;

mentally, physically and emotionally they made us weak.

– Quala T