=)).

iN that case here's a short of the same EsseNcE..

don't ever tell me nothing about the BOTTOM, we're aquainted.
AND there's really only one way to explain it.
it's like falling off a building and never hitting the pavement,
but choking on your scream while you're waiting.

master of my sleep.


His lyrics are the soundtrack to my world.
His very outline is refreshing and fulfilling.
And his symphony is like a sin to me.
Got me stepping out of character willingly.
With waters deep as hell. and still.
Used to swimming in wells but seasick looked ill.
Felt like Ariel when she gave away her voice.
Had to break outta my shell i no linger had a choice.
A gift with a potion like the edge to my ocean.
Hope that ruler of the water digs all the spills. That protector of the sheep. That popper of the Pillz.

The soul defines the depth of sight/
as the stars dangle in the midnight/
a reflection only suggests the enemy/
by why? is it to make us befriend those we hate the most/
so we can learn to accept US whether or not we chose?/
i baffle myself in thoughts, sometimes overseeing/
or is that the secret of not knowin, bein human being/
the picture stated a 1000 words, but what do they say/
We could fight over Black & White but in the end u get Grey/
A dream thats reached becomes reality/

From the womb to the stage...

There's a lot of crazies out there, And I may be one of em'.
Most of those talkin' spacey out there ain't really runnin' none.
Spaces that is. But there face is on cribs.
With Gucci patterned G4's in their backyards.
How fast they forget about the kids in the hood who play with crack vials instead of Nascars.
And legos.
We save those that are closest in our blood line.
Which is fine.
But at one time we were all related.
On the same boat,
hung by the same rope,
around the same throat.
You could be my kin.
We could've been sisters.
We used to sing in unison
when every voice was lifted.
Now it's like SING when you snitch
or sing to get rich
like we don't have the choice. Shit has surely shifted.
Yet I still see a family when I'm walking down the street.
While the love still exists no one's willing to meet.
Halfway. Or at least take away their cools.
I AM the lesser green.
A product of public school. The system.
So when no one wanted to listen I had to yell to get attention.
Not to mention that I was hungry half the time.
Or fasting, as I would say.
When my friend's would wonder why I was hungry every day.
Or why the summer lunch program's food were not exceeding,
the expectations that my belly had had about its feeding.
Though the pb and j's were only half healthy and mulatto.
With the wheat bread on the top and the white bread on the bottom.
If u eva ate this kind you're from the heart of my city.
New York was never pretty and it never took no pity on the weak.
You were always kept on your feet, on your toes or on the street.
and it shows, even when you're out of town
people are bound to know...

That you're a natural-born hustler.

Dreams

On the road to finding "I" one will likely find a few,
short-cuts along the way but you must continue to
keep trucking and duckin' the tomatoes some will throw at you.
Realize everyone won't be a fan of where you're from or where you're headin to.
And still you move forward forming your own normality.
Believing in your own will keep closed doors from becoming discouraging.