blazing zephyr
My Momma told me
“Look up and Live, my child.
The day ain’t finish and the work ain’t done
Look up and live, my child.
You gotta look up and live, my son”
Now she’s a horrible human being
Behind the trauma that I was seeing
But God knows-
Ive still been grieving.
She told me to look up-
But now I’m looking down
I’d imagine she’d tell me to cheer up
If she wasn’t six feet in the ground.
She smoked the pain away with blunts
Paid her tithe to the crown.
God said her time was up.
Laid her to rest when the rest of us weren’t sound.
I still talk about you often
Even if you ain’t around.
I’d hate to see your remains in a coffin
But to me you ain’t ever been a proper noun.
I’m still glad that you came
Even if i’m mad about my name
Even if your name brings me shame.
Without you it will never be the same
Now even when I’m feeling cold.
When i’m feeling rolled
When healing’s getting old
I remember what you told-
“Look up and Live, my child.
The day ain’t finish and the work ain’t done
Look up and live, my child.
You gotta look up and live, my son”
Normally i’m not one to code switch
Rapping to Poetry-
We’re still selling the same pitch.
My momma told me “To Keep it Real”
Authenticity, We can’t ditch.
Authentically me, authentically i’m rich.
The tap just keeps on going deeper.
Lyrics moving masses without preachers.
A rolling revolution with no defining features
An excruciating execution of a strange creature
The paths been gilded with gold
But it’s really worth dung.
Everyone’s been turning toward a mold.
We ain’t got one.
Watch the market as it crashes.
Watch the world burn to ashes.
Watch your gov’ end up fascist.
Just don’t jump the gun
If you end up asking
“What have I done?”
Just know that-
You gotta look up and live, my homie
You need to stay up even when life keeps beating you down.
You gotta look up and live, my homie.
Pick yourself up off the ground.
plain bramble
snow gulch