HipHop Music

Lately I've been on a huge hip hop kick, and Braille is one of the neat acts I have come across. You really have to hear the music that goes with the words to this song, with tight scratches by DJ Rob Swift. But the lyrics are awesome on their own, so here they are.

I don’t bust caps or press em on Krylon cans

I just stand on stage with the MIC in my hand

8 years ago, no friend of mine

was around to talk, so I’d sit and write rhymes

I can’t say, hiphop is all bad cause it isn’t

sometimes it makes me mad and I eject it from my system

This is an art-form, a form of expression

communication, something that youth relate with

gang related or peace statements, it’s all up to the artist

we got, freedom of speech and each aims for a different target

different markets, different agendas, different intentions

some are pure, some are offensive

I’m just, one of many different sides represented

or should I mention, each individual is their own extension

speaking their perspective, so in this game I hold my own

ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my home

Hiphop started in the Bronx, come on

now it lives all over the world

people of all types embrace the culture, bang the music

get into it, start a movement, keep doing it

when you write your first rhyme don’t expect to be

considered the best mc,

develop your flavor and recipe

if you wanna see success it takes a lot of sacrifice and effort

just because you got a flow doesn’t get you cheddar

call it cash money, I hate slang and stereo types

for all mediums I give the same advice

no matter what you strive for, no matter what goals you got

there’s no short cut to the golden pot, the plot thickens

I spit out lyrics like their lukewarm but keep it hot

plant seeds to feed the flock when the beat knocks

stay focused on God, bless tracks with passion

I’ll be loving hiphop till my flesh turns to ashes

I got a love/hate relationship with hiphop, it frstrates me

it can break these rusty chains or drive me crazy

I’m a rhyme spitting, time bomb ticking

Christ is living, and died, to save me from this worlds sickness

when people think of rap music they relate it to

players, pimps paper chasers and gang bangers, but don’t forget

just cause you see them scenes in videos

doesn’t mean, that for every mc, that’s how it really goes

the truth is, hiphop is diverse as earth is

what a man speaks reflects the world he’s immersed in

and the condition of his heart, yo it’s hard to judge it

most these rappers would be nothing, without their budget

and record labels, paying for promotions putting their face on posters,

while they posing but see, hiphop music gave a voice to the streets

plus it made profit, so now everybody wants a piece

I wasn’t down from the beginning but since I started

I’ve been true to God, myself and true to the art

all I got left to say for everybody east to west

represent hiphop right if you want it to get respect

-Braille

I Told You So's Brother

"I told you so" has a brother. His name is "Shut the hell up"

-C Montgomery Burns

She

We came to the end, we couldn't be friends

It made me frustrated and angry

So I said goodbye, and refused to try

Any longer, and hoped she'd forget me

But then, inside, I'd start to divide

The pain and regret were too much

Somedays I would cry, and some I'd just sigh

I still wanted and needed her touch

What have I done, I no longer have fun

And the moments of joy often fleeting

No smiles for me, because I couldn't see

The love that kept my heart beating

Will I ever move on, or is happiness gone

Am I destined to walk on this path

Or will love come back, and mend my heart's crack

And tell me it always will last

She is my light, makes everything right

She reveals my innermost passion

This poem is for her, who makes my heart stir

And this love doesn't go out of fashion

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

-Sydney J. Harris

Pain

I never knew what pain really was until a couple of months ago. I made a very difficult decision under the pressures of stress and anger, and in the end, I blinded myself from how I really felt deep inside. I buried my real fealings under all of my external pressures. And I made a decision that at the time felt good. In the end, I don't think it was a good decision.

You see, so soon after my decision, I found out how much damage had been done. And I felt like it was too late to take it back, too late to change what had happened, too late to decide the opposite way and make myself happy, but more importantly, to let someone I care deeply for know how I truly felt. Blinding myself to my own feelings, I had shut someone very close to me out of my life.

That is when I learned the meaning of regret, and how incredibly painful it can be. I have felt tons of physical pain in my life, but nothing caused by injury has ever felt as painful as the pain regret brings. Regret eats away at your mind, body, and soul. It is three pains all at the same time.

It physically cripples you. I haven't been able to sleep properly. My body feels deteriorated. I feel jittery all the time. My stomach is always unsettled. I see it in my face when I look in the mirror. I feel it in my body when I'm sitting down in class, and when I lie down to sleep at night.

It picks at your mind at all hours of the day. I go to sleep thinking about it and wondering what would be if I had done something different. I wake up with the same thoughts, blasting through my mind the second I open my eyes, and even before I open them when I keep them shut because I just don't want to face another day crippled by all of the emotions I have trapped inside of me.

Regret kills your soul. If your soul is a bright light, regret casts a shadow on top of it, dimming it. Regret draws at your spirit, and you find that joy and happiness arent as forthcoming as they used to be. They become rare instances, flashes that quickly fade the way regret makes your soul fade.

Yes, I truly believe that regret is the deepest pain that anyone can feel. If something hurts more than regret, I have yet to experience it, and I hope that I never do.

Little People

Envision the prison of age
Where the apparent disposition
Is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage
Who hits the parents when decisions are made
To not listen and they got their fist in opposition to fair play
Must be in your submission to rage
You became a victim the same way
The system done gave way
Inflicting the same pain
Your convicted and cant blame
Recondition your brain till your convinced you can change
Understandably wishin family tradition wont land you in a position
Where you feelin the rain
Lonely without a home, cus now your childs grown
Wearing a milestone like its the only tie you own
Crying when your alone
Hoping that God forgives you, wondering if your kids do
No one should have to live through
The violence that you been through
The fight that’s still within you
Its time to make things right and free the child that lives in you.

Hear me...see me...
Do you even know i'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV.
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

There Billy stands in twenty below gripping his coat
That froze two hours ago
Dramatic i know, but cold ain't it, seven year olds waiting
Takes another look at a picture that lost time painted
We say put it away i can't look at it
The truth stings a little when you look at it
We're creating a mold of bad habits
When the teacher got eleven year olds that blast at 'em
And the world tunes in just then
Listening to every word daddy should have heard at age ten
Then daddy wonders where it all began
He could call you a father, but couldn't really ever call you a friend
You worked hard to provide a home for good living
And you figured, that's all that you really had to give 'em
Now, if you don't know much know this
All work, no play, far cry, near miss

Hear me...see me...
Do you even know i'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV.
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

Rezit was once said that the
Grass will weather and the flower will fall down
And every man will pass when his number gets called
But when a child takes his life that type of logic don’t work out
A flower never chose to pluck its own pedals out
And through out of the tears it gets so clear
That the son i held dear i lost somewhere
Between my work passion and a child size casket
Hard to mask when these dreams keep flashing his
Cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table and
A white sheet stain with a mothers pain a grief
Every day i wake to face this feeling of pain
So i milk the scapegoat to easy this feeling of blame thinking
What kind of man am i? What kind of mother were you?
What kind of life did we subject our child to?
Wishing i would have listened I would have probably seen clues
Praying for salvation that his soul could sure use

Hear me...see me...
Do you even know i'm still breathing
I listen to the sounds of a TV.
The only thing that really wants to reach me
Daddy listen...mommy please...
There must be a better way to raise me
I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
Into a silence that kills me

-The Procussions

Soul Meets Body

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
Where they’re far more suited than here
I cannot guess what we'll discover
We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body

I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

-Death Cab For Cutie

Those Photos...

Your fortune for today: Someday those photos will get out!

Club Therapy

When I go to the nightclub...you know...
Im not going for the fire thats coming out of the walls
Im not going there to be in the VIP area
Drinking fancy fucking champagne
Nah
Nah Im not going for none of those reasons, you know

Im just going for the music.

I dont need big breaks and a big song
With a build up, and lights, and smoke
Fuck all that man
I don't need none of that shit

Nah, I just need some good music.

I got enough problems on my own man
With women, and jobs, and dj'ing, and making music
You know, so when I do go out man
I just wanna have a drink and just sit back man
And be by myself and just nod my head to some good music man
I don't wanna be fucking bothered
With lights and dressing nice
I'm just a regular guy you know
Who walks into a club and wants to hear a groove.
I could give a fuck less about all those girls over there man
I've had girls man, of all different types
My life ain't gonna change tonight

But yours is

Cuz right now all we need to do is just
Bob our heads to this groove right here, ya know

Cuz right now all we need to do is just
Bob our heads to this groove right here, ya know

Cuz right now all we need to do is just
Bob our heads to this groove right here, ya know

Cuz right now all we need to do is just
Bob our heads to this groove right here, ya know

Cuz right now all we need to do is just
Bob our heads to this groove right here, ya know

Cuz right now all we need to do is just
Bob our heads to this groove right here, ya know

Cuz right now all we need to do is just
Bob our heads to this groove right here, ya know

Cuz all you need is a kick drum and a good bassline
And a high hat
You don't need any of that other shit man
Its all confusion

I'm just gonna let this groove play so ya understand.

-Peace Division

4th World War

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