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     Dabushman First Time Poster Username: Dabushman Post Number: 1 Registered: 11-2004 Rating: N/A |
Peace to the All, the name is Kazi - I'm new to the forum(of course) and wanted to give a formal intro to the All. I'm gonna leave a peice of mind for yall to observe(no title or nothing, just lyrically speaking you feel me?), keep open minds and let me know what ya thinks. P.E.A.C.E It takes 1 to know 1... Born an innocent spirit, who came to the world so gifted, wanted to love every minute But with this love came hate Sometimes on the low or with a constantly vivid Live and in living color tone A clear picture I move through these streets as a soul meant to travel an grow In these days of dark times - come build mind - As a young Eloheem I fought battles wit self esteem But see I was premature on the scene I was so ahead of my time? I hid my potential - concealed my fundamental practice of Ancient African Religion Just to dwell in the system Lost touch with the rhythmic ways of my tradition In a downward spiral to lower levels of existence walkin the line b'tween lite and dark Ambitions as a rider - spinnin the yin an yang of my heart With fewer options - sinnin' was winnin the tug of war, I could feel my whole soul get enveloped into the block Smokin jacks and settin' traps b'came a bittersweet work of art As I struggled iron to iron with similar counterparts Passin off hand to hand - finesse moves in public parks Gettin' bent till' I crash'd whips rented wit stolen cards Livin' check to check and chick to chick?, My life became a roll of the dice with many risk's involved On unstable ground I stood Weary to the traps set to enslave my soul I took control - Confined myself in isolation - In attempts to heal myself and In turn heal the nation See, If I don't save myself who will save my seeds? Who are growing up in the ghetto just like me - They mom is like I was - off the hook - Running wild like a child - and at 26 ! ? - thats not a good look - I realized we are all born wise And it's our choice to walk around with closed eyes, and when shit jump off we look surprised - It's our choice to forget who we are - Forget where we come from - So It's not a coincidence that when we stop Our rims keep movin' - Like sands on the hour glass - So are the days of our lives | ||
| Rondall Moderator Username: Rondall Post Number: 46 Registered: 01-2004 Rating: N/A |
Kazi, Your flow comes across as something of your own. I would probably have to hear you read this one. The writing style does not translate as something rhythmatic, nor does it hit me with a lot of continuity. But the mic is yours... so feel free to bring that beat back. Peace, Rondall | ||
| Cuba_va Newbie Poster Username: Cuba_va Post Number: 13 Registered: 10-2004 Rating: N/A |
A yo kid u throw a hook on that.. u gotta hit, keep doin what u doin, thats "soul food" u got right there, it aint for everybody, its only for certain taste buds u feel me? you will see real quick when it comes to new artists around these parts people are real judgemental especially if you come with something a little different than alot of these so-called poet clones sounded the same trying to be so deep with words that they lose themselves in their own flow. keep doin what u doin, and yo get at me, cuba va! one! |
