DC7 Music & Spoken Word

Music By: Ahmed Hussein: Spotify handel: @USTATH

What’s your name

It don’t matter you ain’t got fame

Societies response to a nobody

So get your ass up and be a somebody

Ain’t no time to be a bum and let shit drop in your laps,

Running incomplete laps

While the rest are preparing for sprints

For a prize,

Which you’ll idolize

You must be thinking

What’s this Kat thinking

All up my business, personal space and bubble

Looking for trouble

See I ain’t here to give you a lecture

On how to be the next great rapper

I’m here to get you thinking

On future you’ll be missing

See I had my fair share of procrastinating

Day dreaming and contemplating

Of the things that could be

If I applied my talent where it needed to be

It’s the same mistakes

That everybody makes

Thinking they have time, sitting idol

Imagining themselves on American Idol

Don’t base your success on likes and shares

Those are illusions to make you care

Thinking you the next

fresh prince of belle air

Success and failures come and go

They don’t define you

Rather build you

For how far you’ll go

Everyone’s got a hustle

Who can put something on the table

But it’s really about determination

Who can move mountains with their ambition

If your motivation is money

You’ve lost half the battle buddy

Money will buy you popularity

But it will suck you dry of integrity

Ask yourself a question

How you going to impact the next generation

A one time hit on social media and a forgotten name

Or in the books for hall of fame

Now you wondering why am I pushing?

Cause you have something special brewing

Look in the mirror, You’ll see greatness

A man destined for success

Look you got two choices

Sit on your bum and tell stories

Or apply yourself, hard work and talent

Take center stage and be today’s talent

It’s free advise

Take or leave it

No body holding you at gun point

To accept it

Just remember it’s in your hands

Where you land

On the streets and wondering what if

Or up in Beverly Hills

Releasing the next hit!

Today is tomorrow’s past

What you do now, will last

It’s not about writing history

It’s about writing a perfect story

Music By: Ahmed Hussein: Spotify handel: @USTATH

Nothing to lose

It’s a rouse

A fine print clause

The powerful abuse

Politicians making millions, On the backs of millions

Its a new normal, same illusions

Media conspiracies

Revolving around economies

Publicizing fantasies

Hiding realities.

Broken hopes, shattered dreams

Unheard screams and broken mirrors

Filled with horrors, of depression

A reflection

Built through aggression

A future desolate

Are we late?

gift from the present

Mistakes, not presents

Blinded by greed

Planted by a seed, jealousy and need.

Money talks, money walks

Up the beanstalk

Chasing a prized stock

The golden egg

While the poor beg

Promise to reach the top

Not knowing when to stop

It’s a race, rats race

reach a space

Surrounded by shiny walls, fancy glitter

Expensive suits that matter

Cars, wealth etc

A sense of power

To over throw and conquer

The weaker opposition

In a perfect position

To be the master of oppression

Traits of an opportunists

Similar to a capitalist

Ideal hypocrites

A prerequisite

Validated and meant

For the next president

Spreading lies and deceit

With a power of a tweet

A few characters

But not the right character

Likes and shares

Toppings for your welfare

That’s all they care

A feed full of hype

Attracting a certain type

Claiming knowledge from a book

Unreliable source, Take a Guess, Facebook

Masters of corruption

The worlds destruction

That’s the future

Not so secure

Hanging by a thread

While the scholars read

We are slaves and unfed

The disclaimer we all ignore

Cause we want more!

Money, power and fame

It’s all the same

Struggle and hustle

Put food on the table

Survival of the fittest

If you’re the richest.

So how do we choose

Right or wrong

The list is long

Bureaucrat or realist

Shit I don’t know

I’m an idealist.

It's 2020, a year of progression

But it feels like we’re in recession,

People wondering where it went wrong

2008 is far gone,

Men still hanging on hope

Preached by Obama, dope.

Its the same story

Governments bask in their glory,

All pathetic lies

Media fooling our eyes,

Stuck in this trance

Blinded by ignorance.

I know a man called John Doe,

Hates to associate with any status quo.

Looks out the window at people fighting,

Fueling, the media’s ratings.

White, black, brown it don't matter

As long as it's change, it's better

The rich spilling money thinking it's a game,

While the middle class waiting to make a name.

Keep telling yourself

You're on the right side

Where in fact you're just here for the ride.

Making noise, he's not my president

Now you're stuck like a non immigrant,

Walking around with signs protesting

shouting on top of your lungs resisting,

If thats all it takes to change a world

Don’t you think we would be free of war and drugs.

Stars, stripes, red and blue are not just shapes and colors to you

It's sweat and blood of millions before you.

Take a moment and realize an opportunity

To stand together and get rid of bigotry,

We are evolved from just right or left wing

We are a conscious being.

Let's put a side our differences,

What we feel deep inside to be suffering.

Let's prove the world wrong

That we are not far from gone

08 may be in the past,

But the future is what we cast.

We are one nation,

filled with love, gratitude and emotion.

Not divided but united

ready to be lifted

By the anthem so strongly we listen.

A strong reminder in any season

Its the United States of America.

From New York to California.