#StoriesAboutSongs

My brain is pretty much always racing already, so toss in some anxiety and stress, that just intensifies. This is me trying to capture what it feels like in my brain when it feels like I'm being pushed to the brink...

This a rabbit hole, how far are you willing to go?

From the heights of the mind? To the depths of the soul?

Don’t need a poll, the weight puts a toll on your purpose

The whole earth is starting to feel a lot like a circus

Not trying to discourage, I’d rather nourish, regret is worthless

I’m trying flourish, instead of just scratching the surface

My moral compass encompasses attraction to

Adverse actions which lurk among us

Seek to overcome us, and spread like a fungus

Absolutely repugnant…like most factions of government

ACTING like the ark the covenant, that’s some otherness

Humbleness can be its own reward, but you run the risk

Of being overlooked, sometimes I’d rather be numb from bliss

It’s fun to wish upon star…that’s not a plan

I weave the strands of DNA, creating a new man

Here stands a new being, origins from Nubian regions

Trained in interstellar MCing, this is a briefing

My origin story is too hard to believe, so I keep it hidden

At least for now, until I finally make the decision

Confirm suspicions I was forged in a different dimension

A cataclysm, a million years of fusion and fission

A slow transition till I finally come to fruition

Born with vision to strategize against your attrition

Present position feels a lot like a prison

Though I know it isn’t, but think it was inspired thereof

Push comes to shove, perception is a powerful drug

Second to love, but I’m willing…to DIE for the queen bee

We seem free until we see just what their scheme be

Routinely trying to get us more like machinery

I don’t follow programming, and MCing means to me…

Meditational Chaos

Shout out to the great Grandmaster Mele Mel, and of course the Songbird(s) of Douglasville, GA.

It’s been some years since I first heard its song

That’s assuming it’s the same bird all along

Right or wrong, think we formed a bond that’s strong

Listen to the melodies as I lay and yawn

Sometimes it’s late nights, or an early rise

I wish life was as beautiful as its song implies

I close my eyes, let the music be my guide

It sings with pride, I wish the sound was amplified

A medicinal experience, felt worldwide

For those concerned, YES, I’ve been certified

To declare its existence as sanctified

I thank the skies, for allowing it a space to fly

So it returns, and lets me push my woes aside

A brief relief, a moment to be free from grief

A form of peace, multi-purpose like a coral reef

Its form of speech, not the sort of thing you can teach

That’s a gift from the universe, sung from the trees

A true composer, I’d love to hear all its work

No comparison, but similar to Roland Kirk

Every note a surprise, but in perfect tune

So healing to the soul, trying to soothe the wounds

We can’t assume, how long it will share its gift

The search for the bliss, that bird is a certain fit

Every song helps define what my purpose is

Zoos or circuses? naw, let that bird for free

And when it does, it will live in my memory

The simple things, sometimes are just the thing we need

I must concede, never seen its beak or wings

Stare out the window, trying to see the branch where it’s perched

But here’s the thing, it feels like an endless search

It seems to blend with the environment, I take that mean

That songbird prefers to be the sound unseen

HOOK: A sight unseen, a sound that’s heard

I just hope that bird gets the last word…rarghhhh...

The Future is Great Instrumental by RedefineHipHop

Science And Magic Instrumental by RedefineHipHop

The Price Of Admission (Must I Remind You...) Instrumental by RedefineHipHop

False Or True Instrumental by RedefineHipHop

Lifeline (Mentally Well Enough) Instrumental by RedefineHipHop

My personality? Man, I got a wide array

Do you really wanna see It on full display?

My dues are paid, but struggle still rules the day

It’s like a pool game, still trying to work my aim

The worth of pain ain’t measured by the hurt it brings

And certain things ain’t really worth the gain

My purpose? CHANGE the ways that don’t serve me well

Fight tooth and nail, if not, I DESERVE to fail

That’s harsh words, but I don’t sugarcoat these tales

I keep them pure in their form like the mourning wails

Of a child first learning that the heart is frail

Ain’t hard to tell, love can be hard to sell

Much less give, and it feels so odd to fail

Can probably tell, I’m a newly evolving shell

Trying to focus my direction like a monorail…

If this is it, let me get one final kiss

Upon my lips, that’s not my fondest wish

It’s just a thought in the moment, that’s what honest is

A modernist, still known to honor his

History, goes deep like archaeologist

Acknowledgments are not why I conjure this

I can’t resist, I can’t let monsters win

They’re monstrous, yeah, that’s probably obvious

Survival rate, depending on the odds we get

And odd is THIS, no signs of being mod-er-rate

And, I’ll admit, that’s old news like Vinyl Skips

So don’t play, here you won’t find no kids

A finalist, finally, but remind me this

Is the prize worth more than what the problems is?

It hardly is, I need to see a pharmacist

And, we can skip the prescription, I know just the fix

The question is, what’s the cure for nothingness?

The lust of men, corrupts and erupts within

Worsening conditions it’s a must we win

It’s us or them, I’m trying to adjust to this…

Justices who don’t seem to know what justice is

So many layers, can god even answer our prayers?

Or is he just too busy with his own affairs?

The bonus years, is what it appears this is

Appearances are not quite what mirrors is

In seriousness, I’m just trying to bury the myth

We’re guaranteed something better if we follow the scripts

Tomorrows a gift, or one step towards the abyss

Between me and reality, I’m sensing a rift

The tension is thick, the sands of time pass quick

I full stuck…but false hope is the only rope I get

Subliminal Hook: You’ll sink very deeply…

Subliminal Hook 1: I summon all mystical powers...s (3Xs)

This is interactive, I react to science and magic

A force of habit, to let my imagination hold me captive

My mind adaptive to any witchcraft that you practice

One of many facets pushing me towards ataraxis

My pain ain’t passive, and healing comes slow as molasses

Kill all masters, replace em with the will of the masses

And take our chances, that that’s a form of mental advancement

An enhancement, improvement on our current circumstances

I search for answers, and teach an elephant what ant is

A steady hand, surgically removing culture cancers

In future stanzas, I’m still trying to sort through my findings

I stay reminding…myself they never DIE from my kindness

The bottom line is, most people are as fickle as time is

That wisdom’s timeless, familiar like the sweet smell of pine is

And I’m a pilot, taking flight to Avra island

That’s not aligning? suggest you read the book in the binding

Love is blinding, some people are immune to confinement

And like my writing, love is cryptic like The Shining

I gave up trying, let the doves go, sent them flying

If they return and I’m not there, how could I possibly fi nd em?

I toppled giants, and almost sold my soul for the science

I slept with lions in dreams, and woke up to their defiance

But I survived it, waking in my bed feeling frightened

I feel enlightened…yet and still despite all the brightness

My stress is heightened, life seems like a futile assignment

I study symbols in numbers, incantations of wonder

Astral travel in slumber, carve a scepter from lumber

I cue the drummer, and tell em put their weight on the hits

I’m trying to warn the ancestors that the problems persist

I’m in the midst of a failure, on the brink of success

More or less, I guess that’s just the curse of the blessed

Hook: Pondering my life as I look into my orb…

Subliminal Hook 2: Some people won’t give science a chance…

False starts, I choose the fairway like golf carts

with all sorts of rhymes in my head, it’s all art

Official with a stamp of approval and hallmark

I’m not trying to shoot for the stars then fall hard

To be Frank, ain’t trying to go diamond like ballparks

But still trying to grab a FEW ears, small starts

Here’s a lil sumpin for those with a keen ear

Like King Lear, lost love known to bring tears

Or rage, but now I’m in a passionate state

PRAISE, plan to stay that way till my casket’s encased

GRAVE, engraved with my finest quote chose from my last days

Preferably something personal with poetic phrase

Set to phase, a stun gun, shaking up airwaves

Minus the shock value, guess it comes with the grays

Aging with grace, make amazing mistakes

Still, I bake my own cakes, then start feeding my face

Raising the stakes, raisins or dates?

Agents or mates?, cages or grates? Phases or states?

All so close, YET still far apart

And you can’t always tell the difference from the start

Intimate art, I bare every part of my heart

Don’t know how to stand still, life imitate shark

I dwell in the dark, searching like Lewis and Clark

And, then add a new chapter to my life story arc

Subliminal Hook: Testify…

False Conclusion, maybe it’s all an illusion

A full-bred square peg, on the ball of confusion,

The truth’s a lie, at least five tenths the time

I’m being generous in interest of trying to enshrine

Some magic moments since tainted, a shame ain’t, I can’t explain it

It’s like I speak foreign language, and can’t change it

Tried in vain, the vein? ain’t really trying to drain it

That thought’s heinous, but we can only take so much anguish

At times, even to myself I felt a stranger

I dodged danger, including my own hands, from anger

A cliffhanger, but followed the steps of Miss Gaynor

Then lived long enough to learn pain’s the remainder

It never fades, sometimes it wanes in old age

I write my best days, a message like O’Jays

I feign I’m OK, I play the whole game

No blame, no sense putting flame to propane

Leading to no gain, losing the one thing

Said to set the scales, finally balance the beam

I stare at a screen, trying to figure out what it means

I mean ANYTHING, reality is split at the seams

And everyday we gotta navigate scams and schemes

I try to believe, I’ll receive some sort of reprieve

And if my vision stays clear, then I’m bound to achieve