Sunday, January 23, 2011

Because This, is Life.


Where grown men anticipate demise through hungry eyes
Where band aids to life’s surprised light between the thighs of a woman for 15.99
Where black power enthusiasts bathe in the ignorance of their devoted minds
Walking all together
Where the blind lead the kind because money falls behind the one with enough mind power to steal it
Where ignorance covers revelation and it takes a revolution to reveal it
Where policies and procedures are written to conceal it
Where god is the only one who can show you where the real is
Where bureaucracies devoted to democracy often be stopping the business owner from locking the doors before asking for more, poor business owner
But this is life
Where rape is sold on the streets between the potentially homeless and the potentially dangerous
Where love is communicated with fists and dollar signs
Where daughter’s minds are flooded with immature ideas of sexuality
Where reality is looked at through a straw
Where one glimpse of love is just enough to keep you…wanting more
But this is life
Where genocidal thoughts race through minds of 3 year old with nappy hair
Where black is beautiful when you don’t care about beauty
Where life started in 2D on Saturday morning for the son of a mother being taxed for no pension she’ll never get, Hoping waiting wishing praying for a better life
Where jail is more luxurious than the ghetto
Maybe if the government spent more money on the neighborhoods where crime pays
The only ones falling would be the unemployment and crime rates
Where it takes 90 thousand dollars to keep a prisoner incarcerated
More than the single mother raising 3 is making Who has is worse?
Where the economy is like a titter totter
The wealth of the earth can be found on the ground
Only power amounts to weight
and the few rich outweigh the many virtuous
Where rocks are thrown across borders
Where simplicity is described as ignorance
Where solutions are described as rebellious
Where prescriptions make the money for the doctor prescribing them
There cures light under the volts of the pharmaceutical companies hiding them
Well this is not life, no this is death
Where Satan tells you that ignorance is blissness
So you don’t look for the wisdom to witness and find comfort in God’s kingship
Because Life really occurs when you are born again
Where salvation is found in the heart of the receiver of a testimony
Where God gave us life through the breath he chose to breathe
Into our bodies through which Man was conceived
Because Life is a gift So open your eyes And realize the giver. 

Contradiction


I’m like an honest politician
No, better yet, I’m like a Luke-warm Christian,
No better yet, I’m like an impossible mission,
Like telling a deaf man to listen
I function like a crooked coalition
I’m a liar with three six’s so you better go fishing
Contradiction
I make about as much sense as a volunteer don’t you get it?
My workers smoke more grass than a John Deer, you get it?
I use my words to inspire fear so you regret it
I tell you I listen but I only hear, though you said it.
Contradiction
I make you do things you don’t want to do like an employer
I made a life out of being close to truth like a lawyer
I made you think you were a man when you were a boy you’re
My Pinocchio, a puppet like a toy and I’m your owner
Contradiction
I got you rhyming about the nickels and dimes that I be shining
To attract your eyes and get you on my end
Supplying the high end fire until our lives end
We’ll be crying for a way out but we will never stop dying
I am contradiction
Like a top I’ve got you spinning
In perpetual circles think your winning
But your beginning to fall into the fire that I’m bringing
I advertise myself on pimp my ride and how I’m living
I got you in an instant for this temporal drug that I’m giving
Contradiction
My name is sin and I’m Satan’s mistress
And I’m a contradiction but whom am I contradicting?
I contradict the virtues created by the Christians
With temptation and lust I try an distract the witness
Contradiction
My synonym is sin and its dumb
I got you lukewarm in the waiting room to sit and just hum
I’m red hot like cinnamon gum
But I got you thinking I’m sweet like cinnamon buns
I got that sin and where you think I’m bringing it from
In the dungeon of hell where the living gets dumb

Dear Satan

You tried your hardest and you almost had me
Sadly my daddy grabbed me and snatched me out
Of the realm of your influence
I was ignorant to your impudent tactics but no longer shall I hide
Under the reign of the evil and frightening
I will abide under the shadows of the almighty,
Fighting not against flesh and blood ooohh Satan you tried to pull a fast one on me
You got pretty close to,
As I got close to sin and the things I was exposed to things I’m not supposed to
Somebody should have told you I serve the realest Ghost you
Tempted me. Like you did Jesus on that rock face
But I wont falter and when I’m tempted I stare into my rock’s face
And I’m set free. Because he who the sun sets free is free indeed
And indeed I am free because I’m set free but he who is and always was
Will do and always does save me by grace through faith
How must it feel to get that close and fail
Time and time again fire raining down on you like hail
Like you thought you stuck him on that cross with those three nails
Now you’re stuck in a maximum security jail called hell.
The difference is God is a God of power.
You’re just a coward.
Trying to enslave people through perpetual sinning
Minds spinning since we fell from grace in the beginning.
Did you really think you were winning?
You know I serve a God who’s jaw has the power to stop time
Who destroyed the tower of Babel on that first climb
Who created songs of psalms with that first rhyme
Who casts you out in that first bind
So who’s situation is worse mine?
Because I wait on the return of my heard cries
Or you eternal torment and your hurt cries
Never to quench where the thirst lies
Satan you egotistical prick
You thought you were slick
Thought I would fall for that age old trick
Like those lies you told me would stick
I say ick when I see you as if
I could beat you in your own game
I didn’t answer when you called me and the phone rang
I didn’t accept your offer I say no thanks
See you just got beat at your own game.
Dear Satan.

Haiti; The Lost Boys

A Real Man!


I wrote a poem about just this subject. Enjoy the blog!
A real man
I was told to be a man, a real man, the man the only man
But what is that?
 
What is a real man,
 
According to fans of rappers and bands real men do anything they want because they can
They’ll drive around in Ferrari’s flashing cash
Dashing stashes and laughing all the way through life
A real man only 1 wife but 1 thousand concubines
Combine that with a egotistic state of mind
And you will find a real man
I’m sure of it
Real men be rocking glocks
Banging shots forcing blocks
Slanging rocks got 50 hoes
A big afro
Stacks of do and 11 toes
Real men have
 
Are funny, make money
And Have honeys
 
Real men are strong, with big muscles and even bigger ego’s
Real men work 4 hours a week and have four different baby mamas
Real men don’t take anything from anybody, except drugs from dealers,
Money from the government, tickets from cops and lessons from women
Real men believe in God, but only enough to keep them in church 1 a year
And out of hell
 
Real men rock big chains and Rolexes
 
Still bang their exes
Watch young and the restless
And buy their girls diamond necklaces
Real men are tough, buff drink beer like duff
Never have enough
 
And when life gets rough they take a few puffs and unwind
Real men have time but no minds
Real men have enough money to club once a week
but not enough to keep their bastard sons off the street
real men act crazy, are lazy don’t shave and wear braids b
strong like tom Brady but slim like shady
and somehow always manage to get all the ladies
because their real men
Real men show no emotion
Their the calmest in the midst of commotion
Have yachts that cruise all through the ocean
And walk away from explosions in slow motion
Real men are hard,
 
Have huge scars show no pain
Have government names
Real men love women, right before sex until they are done and it’s on to the next one
Real men are dogs
Are born princes and kissed into frogs
Real men need to be careful on the path they trod
Because one thing not commonly heard, is a real man Needs God.
~J-Maali

Psalms To A Wife I Wish I Knew


Beauty in its truest form is exponential
Potential seeps out the walls of your destiny
Flexing the spiritual muscles like your sentencing
Me for life in maximum security love
Purity seems to stem from your roots covering your hidden gems
In the soil of your mineral rich garden
Your hair flows like the hanging gardens of Babylon
Your eyes glow like the northern star at night
Guiding my love guiding my spirit to the one true king
Like an angel from heaven sent to calm my storm
Warm hands against mine reminds me of times where rhymes were dropped on playground dimes I’m just a silly boy inside.
Awaiting the breaking and escaping of my youthful Chrysalis for my predestined kin
And you will master this bachelor because you love the prerequisite
And I will thank God because you’ve been made free
I will study the complexities of your mind until I get my PHD
So I can prescribe a love that will be so strong that I its got to be KD
I don’t know you just yet, but I know I’m going to love you so much the time I have with you wont be enough to confess and express my heard beats so hard in my chest for you
So I’m starting now
You substantiate my will to live
Your life is a byproduct of Gods blessing and creativity
And I pray that I will live to see your duplicates duplicates
So I can be perplexed with the amount of natural beauty in your genes
This was a psalm to the wife, I wish I knew.


“My Mind”


She told me she wished every guy had my mind
I said woa..rewind
Let’s take time and examine
Just fathom
I far from a perfect guy
I don’t know why it’s not like I get high but sometimes I’m just out of it
My spirit knows I’m strong but sometimes man I’m doubting it
And I’m strong in my faith but my flesh wants to go without an it
Is so imperfect I find my mind just shouting it
Looking within, getting past perpetual sin,
Knowing it’s a heart issue but it’s not like I can stab it,
Not like I can grab tad and bag all my bad habits
Every man is different
And wonderfully made
Some are dark in the sun and some light in the shade
So before you assume there not like me I pray
That you give men another chance because some might be OK
I’m honestly sick of girls who date
And wonder why all they experience is hate
Yes rejection and cheating should be a regular occurrence
Because intimacy without covenant is like a car without insurance
All the perks of marriage without the commitment
And I’m not talking sinners man I’m talking Christians
we always try to say were in this world not of it
that can’t be true when your light is off and you know you love it
stop pretending like your defending
the time for lies is ending
stop sitting start standing out because you are just blending
and think about it, what message are you sending?
That your salvation isn’t yours and Jesus is just lending?
Don’t come at me with your only God can judge me mind set
Don’t know about your word but I know mine says
If God were to judge you you’d be burning under ground
Why the heck do you think he sent Jesus down?
So with humility and strength I bow because I am not worthy
I thank God every day because he showed us true mercy
He chose not to hurt me
Chose to preserve me
And after all my sinning Jesus bend down and served me
So maybe my minds a little different iight?
All I gotta say is follow me as I follow Christ!