Pain and Paper............free thought

Needle pressure, vision of dark wheather, is it me why I cant hold it all together,

I'm posted up on my same spot,my whole crew huggin the block, half pieces, amped to the sixty,the 20 to the ten, 3 hrs later they back at it again,money makes the block go up and down, we hustle tryin steal stash the kingdoms crown, one minute on top,next u the down, fiein for more like generations before,you walkin to closed doors, ring ring telephone,I ant home, to depressed or alone, in the dark I moan,like child but grown, my heart cant take it, to much truth in my face to fake it, let it be, its me, do you, tell the truth, i go thru emotion of few,on my ocean the crew, to scared walk on a water like man,and beleive, theres need succeed, oh yeaI see whats goin here, close off, close out,you dont wanna know whats its really about,true, admit it, you cant know it, cuz then you gotta live wit it.Truth on the beatsAmerican beasts, relvations oceans, People drinking the potion, the world is blind, just coasting, toasting they glass, ignorance, the American mask, put it on and tell lies to children in class, still twisting the past, I got the task to speakyou ant gotta listen,but i gotta teach,for everyone that dont hearme, theres one I reach,I see now a days, the revolution 7 signs of anceint days,its coming true, woman look like the men,and jesulam as nation again,I cant pretend it ant real,blue fire in my soul helps me heal,this worlds lost control, its catchin up at all costs,my generation is lost,pulloted thoughts, Wish the worldcould stand on the hilltopwhere Jesus died on the cross,put their hand to the earthwhere the blood shattered, enteral birthclothes tattered, it matters, Heaven and hell,Ink smears on the paper like pastel, Years later, I still see the spots where the tears fell, In the corner of the paper, dated november 2002,sribbled words read I hate you,but thats not true,its more like written pain, I couldnt contain,burstin on paper like lyrical cocain, the pen is the needle,the paper the vein, pulse thru my body and cross my brian,i feel so releived, thru paper ande pain.

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In My Own Prison

IN MY OWN PRISON

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up !!!

Wake up to the truth I'm stranded,
Trapped and dont understand it,
These ghetto walls, feel a thousand feet tall.
I close my eyes and wish I could fly like the seagull,
Get a one way ticket like regal,
fly above and be like da ghettos noah dove,
find some olive branch, and maybe by chance find the promised land,
We need a hand from each other,
unity and peace my brotha, its been missin,
I daydream about better livin....
hustle harder still the motto?
stay playin scratch offs to hit the lotto,
But am I lucky? hell no!
I cant stand it!
Wake up in cold sweats runnin from demons,
breathin evil down my neck, feelin decivin,
I keep believin im in the labyrinth of life,
tryin to find the door thats right.
Screamin....
I just want freedom.
I just want freedom.
Im livin in my own prison and it ant easy to escape
Around here you grow up and die in the same place,
Always said Id be somebody, but ive become one of the same,
and right about now id do anything to change.

-AIM-

DONT GO RUNNIN

Oppurtunity keeps on knockin,
but ppl got they guard up and keep on blockin,
between starbucks and cigerattes,
Your to scared to progress, so you take second best,
Doin whats familar is killin ya,
Ingorne divine intervention?
Now wonder you stressin!
Cant take the obvious as a lession?
It's in your perception.
You ant prepared so you scared,
posted up like a black sparrow,
cant stay on the straight and narrow,
you fight like moses and pharoh,
Let Go.
Everythang happens with a purpose, slow down and let it surface.

-AIM-

Undying Scars

Pain will polish human flesh,
Till scars of life are left with breath.
But scars of pain, will remain
As blud blood births a wet red stain,
Drip,
Dry,
Scabs evolve to scars,
and scrape my soul, like fainting stars.


AIM

Newspaper Mind

In my dreams I've seen the golden gate,
Clouds like a featherweight...
Sleepless chills,
Constant nightmares,
Under deep breaths and Cold sweats,
I scream to escape this prison.
A beautiful flower in a vase with no roots,
I need no proof,
I trust, in death I'll see the truth.

-AIM-

Natural Temptation

Natural Temptation


While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Haunted Passion multiplies per heartbeat
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Though the past has left an impression,
New Hunger hunts an old bed-sheet
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

"No," should speak an easy confession,
But loneliness pressures purity backseat
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Wild thoughts parade with indiscretion
Pendulum emotions erratically repeat
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

Sex brews choice with oppression
Baking bitter standards so semisweet
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

A war of feelings with no recession
Continually fight the ache to secrete,
Still, Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.


----AIM----

Washed Away

COLD, bitter winds and snows of December
Blood like a rose at the wounded knee massacre,
da calvary killin, unarmed children
Freedom buriedin mass graves
centuries later in the first grade pledgin allegence?
I cross my heart with innocence,
Respect what i'm taught, but think different.
So I read the Good Book and took a good look at society,
I read "Im afraid"in Ann Franks dairy,
Feelin uneducated by the system,I read more to learn wisdom.
Inspired by injustice,I Speak to teach with passion,
The roots to truth run deep,
And if you ant careful you'll drift with the lies,
and wash away with the oceans tide...


AIM

STATIC` (My Thoughts)

Lately the world reminds me of static, the kind on the blurred TV channel that your to broke to get.... it's all just a mess.

I think a lot about change. I know we can do what has never been done, Sit and say there is nothing new under the sun and I'll tell you thats just bullshit, Everyone and everything is unquie, like the fingerprint that smears ink on my paper, I am different, and there is not one like me before me, and the same goes for you. With the wisdom of the bible and the prayers to God, I know there is only one beginning and one end and we are the life that exists between. Anything can happen.

There is a lot we can do if people started moving with UNITY. thats the problem right there... thats why they say hip hop is dead... cuz UNITY died.... thats why America is so rich in wealth and broke in spirit.... Yea, Unity Died Alright, we have few great leaders to follow, There is no modern day Martin Lurther King, No Joan of Ark, No Sitting Bull, Who do we have to follow? WE have Jesus, we have the bible, but people preach and dont know the first thing about what they are saying, they wear silver diamonds as a replication of sacrifice on a bloody cross and I can't help but feel insulted. Not by what it is, but by what it means and what people try to make it mean.

Truth is....So many of us are broken, shut down, and alone. Most of america does'nt, even have a clue where thier roots even are. We are the first generation to be free enough to say who we are...but dont even know what that is. Now an't that some shit?

-AIM

"Samson"

Grew up a fiend for the words making my pen bleed.
Drip on the paper like water to a seed,
I need room to breathe...Everday I escape,
shadow box my demonsbut ya'll cant see um,
Spar with imaginary reality, It bothers me. See,
Ten times ten men, and im trying to get in,
comin round the mountain from the fountain of truth,
I speak knowledge for the youth with an old souls roots.
I break loose,
like the one in the chamber on Russin Roulette,
I bring the most expected danger,could be life, could be death.
You attract your destruction, so my wisdom is not a threat.
Zig Zag Zig, Its a higher intellignace,
ant traveled the world but ive seen all its elements,
I been everywhere through my 3rd eye, the mind,
Dont look for God in the sky, but inside.

-AIM-

THE GRAVE OF OUR BEGINNING

"THE GRAVE OF OUR BEGINNING"


HOLD ya breath.
Feel your heart pound in your chest,
Yes, life's precious but we run around and second guess it?
These wordly ways destroy us,
we don't trust what came before us.
We wanna be the witness and understand how it all shifted
I invision it, with a blindfold,
under my streetstheres a story to be told,
Before the cites and the brick, what was here before all this shit?
I see a tree every few feet and grass crackin the conrete,
I think there used to be a forest herebut there an't much left,
just a few trees behind my neighbors fence,
This cities like a tombstone on the grave of our beginning,
I hate how we're living in all this power,
So I took a flower and laid it on the street,
just to show my respect for what lies beneath.

Imagine how it used to be,
used to be.....


---AIM

Little Things

"Little Things"

"I love the spirit, if you slow down you can feel it.
You know your conscience talks real practical,
but we live in world so factual,
We ignore our instinct, just move and don't think.As quick as the blink of an eye,
A moment passes that we dont even realize...
Its the little things that Matter most,
There only hard to see cuz were so close."

-AIM

The Lost Man

The Lost Man

Identity Crisis, We Fight it,
Thinking, No one will see the candle, If we don't light it.
Loose Ourselves in Daily Survival,
Don't read the bible cuz the times not there.
Work all day saying life an't fair.
Bad attitudes, Bad moods,
People pass by, and can't look you in the eye.
Why?
What happened to Hi, Good morning, Goodnight,
How you doing, is everything alright?
Were on the defense, rushing life,
And fighting death,
It don't even make sense.
Were not that different, were just so distant.
We lost unity and compassion,
But most of all passion.
What happened?

-AIM-

East Baltimore

Look how we've grown.
Man came from the dust, and women from bone.
Life plays a sweet sound like a saxophone.
Music is like today's Rosetta stone.
You feel understanding through lyrics,
I seen the worst of things so I try hard to heal the spirit,
Over rhythm and drum, I tell the story of these Baltimore slums,
Grew up in a row home on Erdman ave, Proud of the little things we had,
Mama worked next to the Claremont projects,
where I seen women treated like objects
and heroin became ready, now sweet dreams to Mrs. Betty,
OD in the driveway, where we play,
Now I was two when our house got shot,
and my dad ran after my moms purse, cuz there ant no cops.
We always fighting for something,
I guess better something then nothing.
We hustle and build, I see Baltimore cotton fields,
Deep hurt nobodies tryin to heal,
People believe their trapped, so they survive off that.
Everybody tells me they wanna escape,
but the rough look in their face, tells me its to late,
and now I went to college, the first in the family,the first on the block,
I just got home and a young brotha was shot,
It's a blood battle, and a struggle to stay outta trouble
Its complex, I need a moment to let it all digest,
I drive my car past the old freedom way projects,
but they tore it down and called it progress,
family's in the street, they stacked up in the bungalow, 5 generations deep,
And there ant shit to do, so you see where the corner might take you,
and maybe if your lucky it'll make you, and if you an't it'll break you,
but worse and most often the corner will take you,
The street pulls you under,
And wit tears and relapsed mothers
My heart burns and wonders....




-AIM

A Strong Woman

"A Strong Woman"

It's a struggle to rise,
To love and compromise,
To stand with wisdom in your eyes,
Radiating the independence you symbolize.
A Strong Woman out lives the standard,
And demands more then what she's been handed.
She fights for her own, and stays strong in her beliefs,
While never second guessing, she's proud to be unique,
A Strong Woman never accepts defeat.
She speaks her mind on every subject,
And with her heart defends injustice,
Her beauty is not a curse because men have lusted,
But a blessing that God has entrusted.
So hold your head high, beautiful queen,
And show the world what a strong woman means.
-AIM

"Don't Let the Corner Take You Under"

On my block, life stops, when death knocks,

and in the unexpected, I feel connected...

We're so separated and neglected, it takes tragedy to reflect it.

Flip the coin of life and death, One side emotion the other intellect,

Your either smart and progress,or get lost in the cycle of da domino affect.

I see drugs and pills, and hope da greens killed,

It's a battle field, where Gods the shield,

Moms relapsin cuz they cant take the pressure.

She out to the corner high and hell weather,

Around our way we called heroin, sweet dreams and ready

and in Baltimore the flow is deadly,but ignorance is steady,

even I've been a victim,to venom of the street life,

intoxicated off anything wit a price,

weed or liquor, gettin thicker and thicker,

lost in the jungle of money and struggle,

in my world of trouble, Needed love even when It was fake,

I took lust to da heart, and refused to wait,now that caused pain and heartache,

seeking approval is cruel, and you get played the fool,

I was, one woman so lost,Even I cant believe the mountains I crossed.

If you are where I was at, right now, Sista you can change, just believe in da how.

Don't let the corner take you under,

Don't let the corner take you under,

Don't let the corner take you under,

Don't let the corner take you under.

-AIM-