This is where I start, but not necessarily where I begin. I’m killing it every single day so I hope you’ve declared a next-of-kin. When I write I’m reflecting on my good deeds and my sin, can’t hope to win if you’re trying to spin against this kingpin. The world is all broken, and I just need to rule it. Hand the throne and the chains over to the 9-to-5, I’ll keep ‘em alive and towards common goals we’ll strive, no more bourgeois bullshit. This time I’m stuck between what’s before me and what I believe, can feel it between my digits, can see it in my mind, the difference between where I’ve been and how I should now proceed. Could stay here stagnated, future fated and success apparently abated, stuck in a overheated basement under a worn down roof where the miserable mentally spent their lives dated. Dreams of the future always on the forefront of our minds, writing lines wondering if I have run over my time, have a gone past my prime, is this confidence ill defined or part of the process when I rhyme? haven’t even started writing hits, self confidence pushes back, muscles up, shoulder shoves, starts to resist. The truth it’s all relative, my relatives think I’m a loose cannon, they’d take my books and poetry and ban ‘em, take my words pickle ‘em, box em or can em, has me wondering with the answers I’m demanin’ - how did these festive motherfuckers become so negative that I can’t stand em? For every moment I’ve been thankful, while I’m broke now I’ll keep writing till the bank’s full, when I’m sped up I keep my head up and my feet dance constantly under my ankles, while I’m slowed, I keep my mind blown, release the inner-child, thoughtful and playful. People have spent so many moments with discouragement instead of encouragement, but this time they know: I won’t stop till I’m everywhere and you hear me bumpin through your radio.

Forrest Gump Feel my love world, I’m just trying to give back, make something of myself because this gift I never lacked, some of you thought I slipped into the darkness but I just fell off track I labbed up and put in work, now I’m sticking like a thumb tack. Here’s the deal, the only gun I’m toting is my fucking voice, you have a choice to sing with me and rejoice or I’ll steal your girl and get her moist. I’m the nine to five that I worked to keep alive, kept my raps under wraps and learned the hard way how to survive, waking up at five just to barely catch the buses, customers bitching about their spending, working through all my lunches. This world is full of hatred but we’re taking it back, tearing down their buildings burning their money in the smoke stack, tote back, toke that because you are my show cat, smoke bats with lot rats help my bloke get the honey, he’d like to poke that, call it what you like but you’ll be the one ending up with broke backs. Yeah naw. I stop the violence with which the world is saturated, demonstrated when we’re hated, form a family confederated, our minds are party aided, our futures weaved and plaited, our thirst for equality never sated, always a champion, never jaded. I be running hard when I’m on my Forrest Gump shit, dumb rappers come in bunches throw out nothing but punches Air is the gift you were given, you could blow off like a rocket you never know where you will go, life is just a box of chocolates. You know this kid been hungry more days then I’ve been fed, sweet release is writing instead while listening to Grateful Dead, the words that I said fell on deaf ears but still were stuck inside your head, Came to take the world but I’d settle for taking you to bed. From the mountains to the midway I’ve found so much love brothas shake up with me when they see me, girlies all giving me big hugs, Turning to my fam instead of religion cause that shit is like a drug, Never became the bourgeoisie. My mind into philosophy, they got the cops on me because I murdered mister monopoly, stoppin me is a fool’s errand, they been caring when they see me staring but my heart is full even if my wallet is barren.

Let me tell you about my love affair with music if there’s one thing in life that’s true it’s how we come together on the vibration of sound to get d nd get down the friends can be found in your home town those clowns which the songs always surround. We connect bridgeless over divisions, mind melted so I let the daynurse make the incision, in the kitchen. soul embraced until I’m feeling shit faced and Stasik pumps the bass, hangover I tried to erase. We’re all strangers, syncopated and interrelated by that movement, more than made to measure and produced for your pleasure, nothing fresher, auditory treasure. If you’d seen what I’ve seen you’d watch behind the fog machine to where the lights stream neon highbeams on a smoke screen, give you a chance to the grasp the joy that I gleam, Chicago born, right now playing for my home team. If all in time you find my lines have tapped your spine then help me out and push the swine because the fuzz are on me for my crimes better leave the past behind, just can’t make up mind, starstruck so bright that we’re leaving you blind, taking this genre bizz and leave that shit redefined. Feeling kinda sociable, music boastable so I think I’m gonna toast a full bottle, can’t pull back the throttle on the latest model left with bent lines could call it hollow, until the floor drops off this bitch, not matter what we’re searching for I guess I’ll follow. Although, there’s no crying in Mexico, I will probably go to Miami my virtue will hurt you, get wild like Jeckyl and Hyde, personality 2 by 2. My flow is like the greatest Reso, leave you with No Comment Comma Later, gotta get to the show. Man see, this shit right here is nothing to fancy, better fuckin’ pay the snucka or we got your sista movin to Plan B, insanity so linear its struck fear see, I’ve got a Domino Theory so If ya’ll can hear me , somebody fucking Andy’s Last Beer me. I fear we may be in for the craziest second set, lets not forget the Water choice for opener? You always call Roulette. Let’s make a bet , I’m beset upon a Rocker 2, slacker skill unmet. There’s no escape when you get surrounded by Red Tape, the nape of your neck bobbin, guitar shredded by Brendan and Jake. Make no mistake, this is the best from the midwest, I’m fucking telling you man, this is improv, none of this has been planned or canned, I’m never good with lies so you better tell the truth on this polygram. Your intention’s clear but I spent all the money in my Walletsworth on Women Wine and Song, I live it up on my home turf. So smell the mitten, I’ll have you Prowling and purring like a kitten, feeling smitten on the music these guys been killing since the beginnin’, if this were a competition, you know we’d be winning but we’re all searching for the Glory, will Go To Hell if we keep up this sinning, the dancers spinning and I watch their hips go KaBump, stirring up my Jajunk, their bodies insisting that coexisting in this place is just one perfect tastey taste, fast forward knowing the nimble Kimble is going to their brains erased. But now it’s the End of the Road, I don’t think there’s anything left, and there’s success resonating through the halls of your chest, bereft of the music we get our hands locked and cleft, too much rock for one fist, crowd so loud you’re going deaf then the boys came out and fucking tore down the house with a Mantis into Ghetts.

’m coming into my own, now I’m turning back to home to see my family and friends and find I’m never alone, they keeping me strong, and I’ll be keeping them long, they’ve done the greatest things for me man, never fucking do me no wrong. Come from the city of chi where I first opened my eyes and realized that life is a blessing, always leaving me guessing and sometimes testing the thoughts I am addressing, sometimes never resting, still it’s the best thing. I’m here and I can breathe and I’m standing on the shore of the great north coast sea, all have to agree, this place turns men into heroes and turns believers into thieves. Still I can see That this is where I wanna be, find the lovingest family is here, they always a part of me, even when the insanity starts to start in me, they cheerfully smile and always turn me around, the truth can be found in the ones who are with you whereever you’re bound, they hear the sound of your heart giving back every day they exist never lacking on the assist, they helped me get the sweetest kiss, from where I grew up in the sprinklers mist to the northside the city, girls looking in so pretty, the skyline I missed, from my compact disc, metra, bus and plane trips, do you find the sound of train cars straight bliss? Tuesday night I’ll see all your asses down at Sexfist. A good time and good ties is what it’s all about, that’s when our peeps come out into the street and we start dance and shout, walk with clout, and never without and there’s never never a drought so we be cuffing the stout making our way redline to see devout believers in music and the relievers of the doubt, who are always down to hangout cause we give to those without. My fam is the best they can be, and you looking damn good family and I know you understand me. All positive energies a synergy that one feels someone fills your hands with glee growing mentally, this shit seems heaven sent to me, evidently family is taking you through valleys or alleys, gatherings and music rallies. Can I say the names of all that I love before the beat runs up I’d give it a shot because their love fills me, water to an empty cup. ouldn’t fit enough, but from how we straight puff to handcuffs I’ll always have your back when you call their bluff, that’s what’s up. Festivals where go to combine our minds, the love we ignited truth is you can’t fight it when out madness is insighted. you should feel more than invited, because our arms are open our love requited, stand united, across this country never spited campsited, morals righted, music so cold we get frostbited, shinning so shimmery say we pyrite, sounds like a fantasy - snow-whited when I stand back and recite it..

It’s just what I fucking do, you know I’m true and if you keep giving me extra minutes I’m gonna catch up to you. I can turn your skies blue, give me few to prepare, start writing the romance ensues. All you are is inspiration, makes me think the time I’ve been wastin’ Should be chasing my dreams instead of thirstin luscious liquor libations, temptation drawing me ever onward, moments so close I can almost taste em, elation, a fuller sensation, fingers dancing so nimbly, aggrevation that I’ve been so hungry for you I’m almost dying of starvation, write a couple words then erase them. Paragraphs begging to see the light, hoping for innovation for this nation, Justification for this situation if I steal my dreams and end up in the police station, as an author I have registration so you’ll have to fight my ass with your legislation. Smoke filled room almost needs ventilation, doors all closed, so hot the alarms go off and they start the evacuation, I write the lines and you find a way towards translation. To me there’s no better way to express myself your good for my mental health and my memories more important than wealth, I put you on the shelf trying to act all stealth and into my sins began to delve but After all that when I was done, I had to embrace your skinny spine in my hands, you know you’re the only one, from when my life had begun to when its was done, any time i’ve spent here under the sun you kept all the pages together, never come undone.

Whiplash (like johnny cash) Just like Cash with the stash the original badass, lights flash, feet dash, I ain’t about to get gashed, spit a rhyme on Signal Path, Incredible so I don’t create trash, Original so I’m gonna make a big splash, So hard I’m gonna give you all whiplash. Quick whit, the mind of a poet turned floet, your crown? I stole it. Your frown? I mold it. You can’t touch this, motherfuckin MC hammer, I am the word abstracter, and you can’t get what your after, Just my laughter, trying to avoid capture, brimstone and fire like the rapture, put you out to pasture little sheep, so you better bow to your master, there’s your answer, now get on your knees and if you’re lucky I might let you live long enough to say “please”. Are you surprised? Creating alibis, for the lies you told about me and i guess this implies, that verbally tonight, everybody dies. The situation I apprise could have been downsized, but you lost me in your neckties, stylized, looking at me slantwise. But now it’s all hogties and your decries make you sound like you sell streetwise, best pray to your lord like you get replies like rabbis. Heavy sighs as now I have to surmise how I’m gonna spit a reprise and dumb your bodies mentally, a plan to devise, realize that this your demise, cause I’m killing motherfuckas, cause I ain’t about compromise, I guess this is goodbyes. Don’t fight it you can’t write it like I write it, flow so tight it that dictionaries cite it, other fools try to bite it but they don’t excite wits like I excite clits, give mind’s delight, sht. Stack brick after brick until I built up a home, family close so motherfuckas leave us alone, we’re all kings on this throne, so enter and your mind’s gonna get blown.

Why open your mouth if you have nothing to say always bitching about losing civil rights you aren’t using anyway our country’s astray and if you aren’t out there voting today you better hope and pray that things turn out okay. Because if we don’t keep continue trying then what was the point of ever rising? I know the half truths they’ve been supplying makes you feel like you’re buying into lyin’, But the children have been crying for medicine they relyin on us and we’ve been implying pharmaceuticals we’re decyin so we can save the dyin’ so that we can all grow and every one can get as fly as I am touch the sky fam can’t just sit-by and let the country become untied man. I want to give but I only want to give to love, to feeding families and bringing down the cost of prescription drugs, to providing education for the poor, the hippies and the thugs, come here and hug this problem out instead of sweeping it under the rug. Let’s all get out there, one way or another brother one of these fuckers is going to be ruling you so if you wonder why you don’t feel like you did anything at all to stop it you’re aiding in our perceived fall, there’s a third party vote, motherfucker you coulda rocked it. We’re just equals, people partaking in the process I’m just hoping we see a sequel instead of steeples. I’m of the opinion that inspite of our begins, the government was formed to protect the rights of the poor, minorities, gays and women, from the angry hand of the rich bourgeois man, now I can’t understand, poster child is who they chose to run for command? Our rights are supposed to expand but now the greater threat is at hand, could see a cold red seat rise above the land. So get out off of Facebook, common now and vote, take a choke of toke if you need to just so that you can cope, this ain’t no joke, the people have spoke, if you live in Colorado you could legalize your smoke.

What difference does it make where I came from because I did what it takes so fast their pumpin’ their brakes and asking if I could apologize for my mistakes, I’ll apologize for befriending snakes but not for the music that I make, get your take take on but I make your body shake shake till I’ve won. See I’ve tried to correct them, had them tied down and inspected them, even tried respectin’ em but they damaged man, philosophy’s over done. This shit has just begun cause we’re the children born of the sun from the lonely one they call their holy son, hypocrites between what’s been told and what’s been done. I think they shocked to see a kid who rocks spittin on this hip hop talking about how he’s got no drop top, but i’ve got your lady dropping her top while you’re masturbating into socks, give it up cause this vegetarian is giving her beef nonstop, got her in handcuffs so she calls me cop, building the tides like the way waves chop, got no wife so I thank you for letting me in on your wife swap. For all those cats that called me pussy they all just disappeared, yeah I’m weird motherfucking wook with a beard drinking a beer but adhering to the program man, I’m so sincere, with my mind geared against those who besmeared my name, who leered and called me insane, I’m on another plane... Infact I’m flying right beside you cause you can’t do what I do without a thesaurus and a pen fool a bit cuckoo but smart enough to bid you adieu, it’s true this tofu munchin motherfucker is part virtue, the other part will hurt you. Be warned: these words will stick with you, call them glue, sniff it all you like and sit back cause I’m giving you a small little preview, you’re transparent - call you see-through, I hate to deceive you but if you read the review, this is the point your rhymes I start to outdo. In lieu of your love these poems became my rescue, my bright hue in spite of you seems to shine and the songs just start to accrue. Give me my due because in your face I flew until your face became hue red because you saw your girl’s name on my menu, pimper then Hugh, so I’m leaving you begging me, go pray at the pew to make up for your snafu, here’s a tissue, from this fight I withdrew, in a way I’m gonna miss you... Nothing better than how you pushed me to keep going harder, though I’m smarter now the past still cut me like a barber, start to harbor painful feelings until I’m feeling like a car starter just one turn and you’ll find me revved up and straight shooting like an archer, so walk through my arbor and then meet me in the parlor, where I guess I’ll pour you one last drink, and you’ll be lucky if I don’t leave you spewing in the sink, I’ll sit meditative like a sphinx while you go extinct, one last eye blink.

Standing strong and resilient, smiling as I notice all the seams in the seemingly oilslick starry skysea, skilled swirlers burning beautiful brights from torches and touches, illuminating the cindered view off your pale, nearby cheek, shadowed only by overhanging branches bearing breath and air for all of us, air which fills our auditory army, those who cry vehement and virile the verses, verses which they have peeled pictures from promises and poems of how experience is payment, potent symbols of seismic style sayings that bring shakes, bursting bodies boozed on bodega made brew and bruised from war wounds won when wandering whippersnappers were over intoxicated and underfed minds malnourished mistaking moments of mystery for motive, yeah in the misunderstandings are memory mended by extended excellent entertainers, turning the throws of tumult to dances, sweat-drained serenades telling sweet stories about how I-met-you, and how you-met-them, and how together all the austerized pieces aligned to form fragile and fertile futures, futures we find flying high across the horizon as the burners fire their torches and find us all somehow brightened in their beauty. For here, on the outer rings of their dance, we watch them, those storytellers who write sanskrit secured in starfire flames, who try and tell our story like hieroglyphs, pictures painted of people panting perfectly, standing strong and resilient and smiling. Let them speak the story of the past as together we continue to push the perfect future.

How to be Good Family if there is one true tenet of being good family it is this:       that no being is a stranger. that there are no walls between us and no separation of intersecting molecules around us, that one moondrunk smiling face to tragic frown is but the difference of twenty hours or twenty four years, but that it is all a face we wear one day or another. and this is how You will be good family. You will attempt to take others into Your home regardless of Your differences and make peace upon Your similarities, for they are more abundant than our anomalies allow us to fathom. You will do your best to smile in passing for they are Your brothers and sisters and sometimes it is simply Your presence which will do. and if You cannot smile today, that is ok as well, because hopefully Your family will be good and smile at You. sometimes the most silent greeting of the eyes can say more then Your voice will ever be able to. You will listen and be heard because communication is love. You will speak into the air and Your words will impress themselves upon the topography of Your family’s mind, and they will know better how You love them. You will be loyal but not blind. You will dance like no one is watching, so they say. and feel it through Your toes and hips, and embody more than your movements but how the music causes that flux, the chemicals pushing Your elation through Your body and out into a flurry of energy which floats up from You like firefly sparklers into the sky....and, if You are too shy, You will dance with Your eyes shut and Your mind springing its bare feet through the outlaying field, the inter-workings of Your self, grabbing Your brothers and sisters by the shoulders and shaking them, scream “BY GOD THIS IS ONE MARVELOUS EXPERIMENT, TO BREATHE, TO THINK, TO LOVE! (clearly, fortunate am I to have such a beautiful band of artists, minstrels, jesters and prophets by my side, to welcome the dawn with their morning song and dance into its rebirth a whole twenty four hours later)” - if not out loud, than in Your head.       Woot. You will first think of others who will think of You first, in turn providing a circle in which no one falls without someone to catch them. it is more difficult to regain composure when You stumble by Yourself, and who shall carry You when You twist an ankle? You will do Your best to understand and empathize with the motives of Your family, even if you cannot agree with their beliefs. there is never any peace when there is no compromise; aggression as an act is an act of war. its existence is no laughing matter and its usage rarely just. You will be true and truly Yourself, and Your family will love You for it. You will interact only to help others grow. if to love or to teach or to simply stand with family, sharing in moments which are at once, infallible and fleeting in the very nature of their existing. for this is a super nova existence, which balloons and explodes with the shimmer of energy, each tiny molecule uniquely dancing through time in his or her own magnificent two-step       ...or waltz, liquid or charleston, and any beautiful variation of which... there is nothing more beautiful in existence then to grow simultaneously through simply interacting, treating each other with dignity and intentions of joyous occasions and peaceful moonrises. You will keep in mind that this is temporary. it is also forever. within this paradox is everything we will ever need. i beg You to understand it. when You do, will You please explain it all to Me? You will drink “to Us, and those like Us”, which is every one of Us on this beautiful ball.       Woot. You will think of Your family often and miss them when they are away, and they too will think of You often and whereever they go. and, in this way, You will never been far from those You love and they will never stop loving You. You will treat all creatures with respect, for they are living, and therefore they are family. some family sacrifices for others, some family mistreats each other – some family members never speak, their words and scars bottled up by stitched lips. some family members never smile, or dance. treat them just the same (unless they are unable to allow you to) and, if they are ever able to say it or not, they will love you for it. there is no shame in saying “I love you” or “I will miss you”, no sadder thing exists then for people to be afraid to share this with each other. how, so often, we forget the true nature of love lies in family. if there are no strangers then it is not so hard to love each other. You will give time, because it is the single most important thing You have. in this way You will love Your family and they, in turn, will replenish it with a million hours. and in those hours we will turn the tides of each others lives, the epic cloudburst above this big blue ship, our hair blowing in our face ‘til shaken from our cheekbones by the maddening tussle of manic release. to twirl amongst those closest, closer to the moment in which we have forgotten the silly concept that there ever was a me, or You, without each other. that we are only the sum of the moments we have spent together, and that i love You for doing this with me. i do not believe i could have done it on my own. You will acknowledge that the utmost principal of family is equality. unique, amazing magicians of space, time and mischief, tailors of moments and sound and mystery, all blessing and weaving one giant rope we hold onto, none of us rising or falling without the other, all equals. let US grow together and prosper together and drink on tuesdays at two in the afternoon, because there is only one June this year, and one June next year, and only so many Junes that we have. but as for right now we have this June and we must not forget this by being lost in the future, (for soon enough we will be lost….in the future), for it is fine to drink here now. because I love having You around, and will miss You when you are gone, like so many Junes, of which I loved each one my entire life.       Woot.