Friday, December 29, 2017

The 'Eternality' of Graffiti (A Short Film Showcasing the Work of Brandan 'Bmike' Odums)

In an abandoned housing project in New Orleans, graffiti artist Brandan “Bmike” Odums evokes the legacy of iconic figures alongside urban residents struggling to recover from Hurricane Katrina.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Lament for the Makers by Frank Bidart

Lament for the Makers
by Frank Bidart

Not bird not badger not beaver not bee

Many creatures must
make, but only one must seek

within itself what to make

My father's ring was a B with a dart
through it, in diamonds against polished black stone.

I have it. What parents leave you
is their lives.

Until my mother died she struggled to make
a house that she did not loathe; paintings, poems; me.

Many creatures must

make, but only one must seek
within itself what to make

Not bird not badger not beaver not bee


Teach me, masters who by making were

remade, your art.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Aldous Huxley Prophesies the Coming of a "Brave New World"

Interview by Mike Wallace. The interview originally aired on Wallace's television show, The Mike Wallace Interview, on May 18, 1958. ... Aldous Huxley, the author of Brave New World, was 63 when he sat down for this interview. He died in 1963.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

#micropoetry 16

Singing beneath solitary light of breathless moons, I offer a poem to the owl. She declines and offers me the night instead. A poignant reminder that wisdom births silence in providential ecstasy which coalesces the shadow and its dance.

Jordan Peterson On Nietzche's 'Will to Stupidity'

Saturday, December 23, 2017

A Finger, Two Dots Then Me - The Short Film

Produced by Duality Filmworks and Write Bloody Publishing Written and performed by Derrick Brown Shot, cut and directed by David and Daniel Holechek

Friday, December 22, 2017

#micropoetry 15

Petals of sorrow strewn thru metronomes of elastic flight. Profuse mystery bent didactically in the order of rainbows. Amiable to touch & what makes us hunger for silence. It must mean you & I, gilding the days & hours always sharpened by the clasp of piano rain.

Originally written by Casimir Wojciech, 12/21/17

Thursday, December 21, 2017

#micropoetry 14

(Artwork courtesy of fbuk)

I have not written a poem
in weeks. Now all I do

is wrangle cold wind&
dance for rain,
all her electricity nestled

in the crease of my chapped lips.

Whenever I become still,
a desert owl sharpens his eyes
upon the moon's secret:

It is darkness that allows us this gift.

(Originally written by Casimir Wojciech, 12/6/2017)

Thich Nhat Hanh - Being Love

Thich Nhat Hanh - Being Love

Michael Tsarion : Shadow Work

Michael Tsarion : Shadow Work

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

With One Glance by Charles Simic

That mirror understood everything about me
As I raised the razor to my face.
Oh, dear God!
What a pair of eyes it had!
The eyes that said to me:
Everything outside this moment is a lie.

As I looked out of the window today
At some trees in the yard,
A voice in my head whispered:
Aren't they something?
Not one leaf among them stirring
In the heat of the afternoon.
Not one bird daring to peep
And make the hand of the clock move again.

Or how about the time when the storm
Tore down the power lines on our street
And I lit a match and caught a glimpse
Of my face in the dark windowpane
With my mouth fallen open in surprise
At the sight of one tooth in front
Waiting like a butcher in his white apron
For a customer to walk through his door.

It made me think of the way a hand
About to fall asleep reaches out blindly
And suddenly closes over a fly,
And remains tightly closed,
Listening for a buzz in the room,
Then to the silence inside the fist
As if it held in it an undertaker
Taking a nap inside a new coffin.

- Charles Simic

Carl Jung Interviewed by BBC

The BBC interviews one of the fathers of modern psychiatry, Carl Gustav Jung.

Carl Jung Speaks of Introverted Intuitives (Empaths)

An interview in which Carl Jung speaks of his formation of typologies and the elusive Introverted Intuitive aka The Empath. He gives practical examples of Highly Sensitive people. This would be the point on the scale of empathy in which we label the person an empath.

Carl Gustav Jung (/jʊŋ/Swiss German: [ˈkarl ˈɡʊstaf jʊŋ]; 26 July 1875 – 6 June 1961) was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst who founded analytical psychology. His work has been influential not only in psychiatry but also in anthropology, archaeology, literature, philosophy, and religious studies. As a notable research scientist based at the famous Burghölzli hospital, under Eugen Bleuler, he came to the attention of the Viennese founder of psychoanalysisSigmund Freud. The two men conducted a lengthy correspondence and collaborated on an initially joint vision of human psychology. Freud saw in the younger man the potential heir he had been seeking to carry on his "new science" of psychoanalysis. Jung's researches and personal vision, however, made it impossible for him to bend to his older colleague's doctrine and a breach became inevitable. This break was to have historic as well as painful personal repercussions that have lasted to this day. Jung was also an artist, craftsman and builder as well as a prolific writer. Many of his works were not published until after his death and some are still awaiting publication.

Among the central concepts of analytical psychology is individuation—the lifelong psychological process of differentiation of the self out of each individual's conscious and unconscious elements. Jung considered it to be the main task of human development. He created some of the best known psychological concepts, including synchronicityarchetypal phenomena, the collective unconscious, the psychological complex, and extraversion and introversion.

Monday, December 18, 2017

Al-Bustan: Selection of Poems by Suheir Hammad

Al-Bustan: Selection of Poems by Suheir Hammad

Al-Bustan Arab Music Concert Series features poet Suheir Hammad: Daddy's Song, Sawah, Bint Il Neel, Talisman, and Exotic. Music performance with takht ensemble led by Music Director Hanna Khoury on violin, with Kinan Idnawi on oud, Kinan Abou-afach on cello, and Hafez El Ali Kotain on percussion. December 9, 2011 at Trinity Center for Urban Life, Philadelphia. Video editing by Kyle Garvey. Sound by Joe Hannigan, Weston Sound.

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Frank Bidart reads from Half-light: Collected Poems

Frank Bidart reads from Half-light: Collected Poems

Frank Bidart’s new book is Half-light: Collected Poems. “No other poet sounds like Bidart,” wrote Garth Greenwell. You can hear the muscular physicality of his language, the way the sentence twists around the line breaks, never quite as expected. His work is one of the unfolding wonders of the literature of our time.”

Rosy Ear by Zbigniew Herbert

Rosy Ear by Zbigniew Herbert

Charles Simic reads the poem "Rosy Ear," by Zbigniew Herbert

#micropoetry 13

Last Night

I thought
I saw my grandmother
weeping into a kerchief
but it was just the moon.

A coyote crossed my path
and told me we are both
ripples in the same rain puddle.

When you miss a loved one who's gone,
do they know it?

Yes; of course, he said
and walked away.

Originally tweeted by Casimir Wojciech, Sunday 12/17/17.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Jazz Is My Religion

First part of the short movie "Jazz & Poetry" by Louis van Gasteren.Piet Kuiters Modern Jazzgroup featuring Piet Kuiters on piano, Herman Schoonderwalt - sax, Ruud Jacobs - bass, Cees See - drums. Poetry by Ted Joans.

The Things You Can See Only When You Slow Down | Haemin Sumin

The Things You Can See Only When You Slow Down | Haemin Sumin

Friday, December 8, 2017

#micropoetry 12

(Image courtesy of Gilcrease Museum)

Breaking silence
across the mesa's secret wind,
we wove the contour of moonlight
into our mouths.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

David Meltzer Reads From When I Was A Poet at City Lights (2011)

{June 23 11} Accompanied by a reading from his creative partner, Julie Rogers, David Meltzer reads from his new collection of poetry "When I Was A Poet" No. 60 in the Pocket Poet Series published and put on by City Lights Books. Find more at

When I Was A Poet by David Meltzer

When I Was A Poet by David Meltzer

Poet David Meltzer reads his poem "When I Was A Poet" at Marina Lazzara and J Lee's Equinox party- 9/17/16

Mark Passio The Seven Hermetic Principles

Mark Passio The Seven Hermetic Principles

1. The Principle of Mentalism
The Principle of Mentalism embodies the idea that "All is Mind." Everything that happens has to be a result of a mental state which precedes it. For anything to exist, thoughts had to form first, which then form physical reality or manifestation.

2. The Principle of Correspondence
The Principle of Correspondence expresses the idea that there is always a correspondence between the laws of phenomena of the various "planes" of being and life. As above, so below; as below, so above. This principle states that there is a harmony which can be made, agreement and correspondence between these planes, delineated as:
  • The Great Physical Plane
  • The Great Mental Plane
  • The Great Spiritual Plane

3. The Principle of Vibration
This expounds the idea that motion is manifest in everything in the Universe, that nothing rests, and everything moves, vibrates and circles. This principle explains that the distinction between manifestations of Matter, Energy, Mind, and even Spirit, are the result of only different "vibrations". The higher a person is on the scale, the higher the rate of vibration will be. Here, The All is said to be at an infinite level of vibration, almost to the point of being at rest. There are said to be millions upon millions of varying degrees between the highest level, The All, and the objects of the lowest vibration.
Mental Transmutation is described as the practical application of this principle. To change one's mental state is to change vibration. One may do this by an effort of Will, by means of deliberately "fixing the attention" upon a more desirable state.

4. The Principle of Polarity
The Principle of Polarity embodies the idea that everything is dual, everything has two poles, and everything has its opposite. All manifested things have two sides, two aspects, or two poles. Everything "is" and "isn't" at the same time, all truths are but half truths and every truth is half false, there are two sides to everything, opposites are identical in nature yet different in degree, extremes meet, and all paradoxes may be reconciled.

5. The Principle of Rhythm
The Principle of Rhythm expresses the idea that in everything there is manifested a measured motion, a to and from, a flow and inflow, a swing backward and forward, a pendulum-like movement. There is rhythm between every pair of opposites, or poles, and is closely related to the Principle of Polarity. It can be seen that this Principle enables transition from one pole to the other, and not necessarily poles of extreme opposites.

6. The Principle of Cause and Effect
It explains that there is a cause for every effect, and an effect for every cause. It also states that there is no such thing as chance, that chance is merely a term indicating extant causes not recognized or perceived. The Principle is clarified in the chapter Causation.

7. The Principle of Gender
The Principle of Gender embodies the idea that gender is manifested in everything. The authors state that this does not relate explicitly to the commonly understood notion of sex, but rather "... to beget; to procreate, to generate, to create, or to produce..." in general. Gender manifests itself on all planes as the Feminine and Masculine principles.
Mental Gender is described as a Hermetic concept which relates to the feminine and masculine principles. It does not refer to someone's physical sex, nor does it suggest that someone of a certain sex necessarily has a matching mental gender. Ideally, one wants to have a balanced mental gender.
The concept put forth in The Kybalion states that gender exists on all planes of existence (Physical, Mental and Spiritual), and represents different aspects on different planes. Everything and everyone contains these two elements or principles.
The Feminine principle is always in the direction of receiving impressions, and has a much more varied field of operation than the Masculine. The Feminine conducts the work of generating new thoughts, concepts and ideas, including the work of the imagination.
The Masculine principle is always in the direction of giving out or expressing, and contents itself with the "Will" in its varied phases.
It is said that there must be a balance in these two forces. Without the Feminine, the Masculine is apt to act without restraint, order, or reason, resulting in chaos. The Feminine alone, on the other hand, is apt to constantly reflect and fail to actually do anything, resulting in stagnation. With both the Masculine and Feminine working in conjunction, there is thoughtful action that breeds success, which points out that both the Feminine and the Masculine fulfill each other.

8. The Lost Principle - Care
Also known as The Generative Principle. Differing from compassion and love, Care relates to what you're giving attention to and growing. Whatever you're feeding with Care will continue to grow.
Adversely, when we don't care enough about a particular phenomenon, our ignorance prevents action. What we focus on and care enough to spend our time, attention and energy on will manifest within the world. It generates our experience in the aggregate.

What we care about on a day to day basis acts as the driving force of our action. Care begins with knowledge. When knowledge is applied and put into action, we call it wisdom. Care is called the Generative Principle because it provides the energy behind our thoughts and actions. What we care about determines what we think about, therefore dictating how we behave.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Talib Kweli Talks Racism In America, New Album and Freestyles Off The Top

Talib Kweli Talks Racism In America, New Album and Freestyles Off The Top

To listen to Talib Kweli's new album, Radio Silence, (via YouTube) click HERE.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Jam of the Day: Grayskul - Electric Gray

Grayskul (Onry Ozzborn + JFK)  - Electric Gray (Prod. Void Pedal)

A Brief Statement of View, Meditation, Action by Domang Yangthang Rinpoche (1930-2016)


Now that you've gained the support of a human life, so hard to find,
Aroused a mind of renunciation, so difficult to develop,
Met an authentic master, so rarely encountered,
And taken up the sacred Dharma, so scarcely discovered,
Reflect, over and again, on the difficulty of finding
Such a physical support providing all the right conditions for practice.
If you fail to make use of the full human potential you now possess,
Which is impermanent like a candle in the wind,
Don't think that you can rely on it for a long time to come.
At death and in the bardos, lacking the confidence of liberation,
How frightening will be the next life’s sufferings!
When we must wander endlessly in saṃsāra,
How distressing it is to contemplate its nature!
Whatever you can do to gain real confidence in this life,
I, for one, will be most grateful!
This is what I hope for you.


If you wish to look into the mirror of mind's nature,
Don't look outwards, but turn within.
Looking outwards brings perpetual delusion.
But look within and you'll see your own mind.
Don't follow past thoughts,
Nor anticipate thoughts to come,
And as for present thoughts and agitation,
As soon as you turn your mind inwards,
Don't try to adjust or modify it in the slightest,
But leave it, just as it is, totally free, in its own natural resting place.
Leaving thoughts in their natural place of rest like this
Is not the actual main practice, but simply the way to leave the mind.
Yet in that very experience of leaving the mind in this way
You're on the verge of meeting the rigpa of the main practice.
As soon as you leave the mind in its natural state,
Thoughts will naturally cease and be gone.
What is left when the natural radiance of thoughts has vanished,
Is the essence of mind, empty and vivid.
Free of fixation, dimension or limit,
There arises a space-like experience.
This is the empty essence, the dharmakāya.
In this empty state,
The nature of the mind is clear and lucid —
Free of any actual characteristic one could point to,
It is the natural clarity of the mind, unrestrained and unimpeded.
Innately cognizant, it's the saṃbhogakāya.
Besides this cognizant yet empty rigpa,
There is no other one that sees.
What is seen is the empty dharmakāya,
And the one that sees it is cognizant wisdom,
These two can be referred to as ‘empty’ and ‘cognizant’,
Or as ‘all-pervading space’ and ‘wisdom.’
But they're not two different things:
The nature of that which is empty is clarity,
And the essence of that which is clear is empty.
Therefore, clarity and emptiness are an inseparable unity.
Since they're not different, but of a single taste,
There's no duality of something seen and one who sees it,
This is ‘seeing’ in a non-dual way.
Hence it is called ‘self-knowing rigpa.’
The mind sees itself by itself.
In the experience of the single taste of clarity and emptiness,
Good and bad — saṃsāra and nirvāṇa — are of equal taste.
Thus, ‘saṃsāra and nirvāṇa’ are not different.
This is the Great Perfection, Dzogpachenpo.
This Great Perfection,
When it is realized by anyone at all,
Brings impartial compassion
And unlimited pure perception —
Arising effortlessly and naturally in the mind.
This is all-pervading compassion, the nirmāṇakāya.
This, therefore, is the three-kāya rigpa.
Decide that there is nothing else apart from this.
As long as you're undecided, you’ll be scattered
And never realize the nature of mind.
Decision must be made in certainty.
This is the view of the Great Perfection.


Of the view, meditation and action, view is most important.
It's crucial that you realize the view without error,
For unless you realize the view, meditation will have no basis.
So you must realize the view directly, with no confusion.
And then, when taking this to heart through meditation,
To abide in the experience of the view that you have recognized,
For longer and longer periods, through perseverance, is meditation.
Other than this, there's nothing else on which to meditate.
Furthermore, until you perfect the view,
Don't count your practice in years or months,
But decide to dedicate the whole remainder of your life to Dharma practice.
This is the approach of the very best practitioners.
If from the start you talk about simplicity, equality and the like,
But instead of practicing in sessions remain completely lax,
Acting out whatever comes to mind, whether eating, sitting, indulging yourself or lying about,
In the end, there's a great danger your simplicity will prove futile,
And when death comes, all will have been in vain.
Meaningless talk and boasting are useless,
So you should follow in the footsteps of the great ones,
And be humble, a genuine Dharma practitioner in word and deed.
It would be best to go to deserted mountains,
But, otherwise, stay away from busy places.
Having divided your time into sessions and periods in-between.
Practise meditation formally, and abandon the nine forms of activity.
Without being outwardly distracted or inwardly grasping,
Settle evenly into an experience of the natural resting place of mind.
No matter what appears to the five senses,
Let it be like stars or planets reflected in the surface of a lake,
And rest evenly in the natural expanse, without grasping
And without the slightest reference point — this is the supreme meditation.
Although this may be difficult in the beginning,
With gradual training, it will progressively unfold.
In post-meditation, train in emptiness and compassion,
Seeing things as magical illusions or dreamlike.
Exert yourself as much as you can in the Dharma practices that purify obscurations.
And, in particular, it's crucial to merge the view from the time of meditation
With whatever thoughts arise, in order to unite meditation and post-meditation.
Distinguish between the all-ground and dharmakāya, mind and rigpa.
Recognize qualities and faults such as the three forms of erring, straying and being mistaken,
And make adopting qualities and avoiding faults the very heart of your practice.
This is what to do during the post-meditation.
When you strive in such practice for a long time,
All the experiences of bliss, clarity and emptiness will occur.
But no matter what arises, don't fixate on the constant flow of perceptions,
But resolve them with the view, and maintain the flow of practice in the natural resting place of mind.
Progressively, positive experiences will increase, and bad signs disappear.
In each session, first arouse the mind of enlightenment,
And receive the four empowerments of guru yoga.
At the end, seal the session with dedication and aspiration prayers.
Since these provide the structure of meditation practice, they're indispensable.
In particular, the practice of Guru Yoga
Is the ultimate means of arriving at the state of non-meditation.
So, until your own rigpa dawns directly as the lama,
Since this is the main form of meditation practice, cherish it as crucial!
If you can practise like this in four sessions each and every day,
Constantly and without wavering,
You’ll perfect the various stages, such as the five experiences Vimalamitra taught, And in the original resting place,
You’ll seize the citadel — of this you must have no doubt!
Even if you can't manage this, and you practise these instructions with only moderate effort,
Listening to and reflecting upon the teachings to a certain extent,
Attachment to the eight worldly concerns will weaken,
And you’ll spend your life carefree, contented and at ease.
From your very first step on the path it won't take long
Before you're liberated in primordial omniscience — this is certain!


Then, to touch briefly upon action:
When you're resting in meditation in this way
And a new thought arises all of a sudden
Or the undercurrent of thoughts churns away,
Rising thoughts are seen from the experience of your own rigpa.
Don't follow them, considering them good or bad, pleasant or suffering.
Don't do anything, in fact. But, as soon as you see the rising,
Within the rising itself, let mind find its own natural place of rest.
By leaving mind in its own place, thoughts will disappear there and then,
And you'll arrive directly at rigpa once again.
Then, as before, maintain the practice of mind’s own place of rest.
In this way, whenever any good or bad thought should arise
Don't grasp onto it, but allow it to be freed as it arises.
There are three ways in which thoughts are liberated,
But there's really no difference between them — they're all 'self-arising, self-liberation'.
When a thought appears, it comes from the expanse of dharmakāya,
And when a thought goes, it ceases within rigpa's expanse.
Risings are harmless if you know how to let them liberate naturally.
This is the special instruction to enhance the view.
If you exert yourself in this, you’ll have fewer thoughts,
And their arising will not harm the ground.
The three ways of liberating — lesser, middling and greater — will unfold progressively.
But without these key points of liberation,
The final attainment of freedom will never come.
Knowing the way to liberate thoughts is the supreme form of action.
The fruition of such practice is that
Destructive emotions and thoughts will weaken,
Attachment to the eight worldly concerns will diminish,
Devotion and pure perception will steadily increase,
You’ll recognize dreams, clear light will arise, and so on —
These are authentic fruits of the path.
Otherwise, to have visions of deities, receive prophecies,
Gain clairvoyance and the like may or may not be the fruit of the path,
Whether good or bad, we can't say, for it could all be the deception of Māra,
So don't wait, but immediately put them aside.
Finally, at death or in the bardo of dharmatā,
Recognize the ground appearances, and, in that very ground,
Having seized the citadel, you're certain to gain liberation!
I have written this brief presentation of View, Meditation and Action,
Merely as a response to a friend’s request which I couldn't refuse —
A rather hypocritical endeavor for one who knows nothing of what is here described,
And one which will undoubtedly produce many errors.
Be sure, therefore, to ask others to clarify your every doubt.
In the unlikely event that this does contain one or two points of value,
I dedicate the merit so they may be a cause for my friend’s practice to grow in strength,
And for it to be accomplished completely,
So that he may be liberated in the expanse of the primordial ground.
In short, I pray for the accomplishment of the twofold benefit.
I, the one who bears the name of Yangthang Tulku, wrote this rather incoherent, disorganized text simply to avoid turning down the insistent request of Lama Tsewang, a Dharma friend from Riwoche in Kham. May it be a cause of benefitting a friend's practice!

Jack Hirschman at SF Main Library

Former San Francisco Poet Laureate Jack Hirschman reads from his book All That's Left. Hirschman had lost his voice for a month following a surgery on one of his arteries.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

#micropoetry 11

In a Room In The Desert by Casimir Wojciech


Seamus Heaney reads from the poetry of Zbigniew Herbert. This event was organized by the Irish Polish Society Dublin, Ireland-Poland Cultural Foundation and the Polish Embassy in Ireland.

Part 2

Part 3

Zbigniew Herbert: The Envoy of Mr Cogito

Zbigniew Herbert: The Envoy of Mr Cogito

Zbigniew Herbert: "The Envoy Of Mr Cogito" translated by Alissa Valles Music by Tomasz Trzciński: "Memento", 2013

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Onry Ozzborn - duofilm (Official Music Video)

By now a mainstay and stalworth in the land of experimental Hip-Hop, Onry Ozzborn and friends show and prove in duofilm.

Click here to order duo, the album, via Bandcamp

Click here to order duo, the album, via iTunes (complete with 2 bonus tracks)

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Jam of the Day: Amir Sulaiman - Truth Is

Amir Sulaiman - Truth Is

Amir Sulaiman - Dead Man Walking

Amir Sulaiman Dead Man Walking

I am a dead man walking
A mute man talking
A blind man watching

Our brothers die

And I’ve built our coffins
Much too often
It gets so dark when
Our mothers cry

I know more than I want too
But not nearly enough
I thought I was writing for the love
But it just turns to be lust

And my trust in us was gullibility
The reality is just that
I’m not who I was
Nor who I will be
But sometimes I feel me visiting
And I fill me with the lush scent of soul
The flavor of feeling
The rush of color
I think the pleasure will kill me
The pressure squeezes and spills me
To the language of the unseen
The unthought, and the undreamed

And my heart begins to pump
The thick/ rich/ fluid of verse
Searching for a simple word or phrase
To fill the phase between
The wet nurse and the black hearse

And I know sometimes my words
Lack worth
Lack depth
Lack gerth
Lack the distance to travel from
Heaven to Earth
Or from mind to brain
Or from soul to flesh
I hold my breath in the hollow hope
That my hopes ain't hollow

It’s just a message in a bottle
Or a genie in a bottle
Or a wino and his bottle
Or a baby and the bottle

The symphony of me is stuck in staccato
Like a broken/ break beat/
Breaking the vinyl into
Bits of blackness spinning in circles

Come down Selecta
Last night the DJ took my life
But left the speakers empty
And the speakers speechless
And the dancers still
Dancing or not
They don’t see our music as musing
Merely amusing amusement
How could they know in
Basement booths
We’ve balanced the nexus between
The soul and the flesh
And the science and intellect
We rock genius like a necklace
We drop jewels in gutters

But they fooled our mothers
Into thinking that they could raise sons
In the darkness of night
But isn’t the night always dark before the sun is raised?
And when the sun is raised
Doesn’t he make the block hot
And the eye squint
And the breath sweat
And the tree grow
And the children play
The raised sun makes the pavement see
The wavy apparitions
The mirage of the future

But I know
I am a dead man walking
A mute man talking
A blind man watching
Our brothers die

And I’ve built our coffins
Much too often
It gets so dark when
Our mothers cry

So now I’m walking the thin line
Between love and hate
Between words that are spoken
And beats that break
There’s a thin line between
A bullet in the chamber
And the bullet in the brain
I’m civilized, sane, with a little savage in me
There’s not really a little savage in me
Just a lot of passion in me
And sometimes the soul rolls
Outta control without a glass of rem’y
And some people are fine with being slaves
Just as long as massa’s friendly
And let us spit fire into match
Until the mag’ is empty
You don’t need to pass the cem’y
To know there’s a little assassin in me

Just know
There is no soul taken accident’ly
The angel of death has an itinerary
Snatch you right outta your Bently
Right outta your Gucci jeans
Right outta your Fendi
Right outta your dashik’
And right outta your Kente
Allah has written in his book
And there is no erasing the pen’s ink
So why do we ignore what God knows
And rely on what men think
We’re just boys in the backstreet
Just tryin’ to get in sync

But my balance is off
My talent is lost
I’ve married my art, but
She’s barren of course
And I hear in her voice that
We’re headin’ divorse
So before I hear em get caught
I may have to kill my dreams and
Bury the corpse

I shed a tear for the loss
I feel like I’m bearing the cross
My conception was so far from immaculate
For the most part
We’re just a bunch of bastard kids
Our fathers are gone
Caught in the cycle of sadomasochism
Because our lives are dead wrong
But resurrected like Lazarus
Cause our mothers are strong
And our romances are just about
As romantic as the master’s kiss
But we have got to move on
And our lives are about as painful
As the master’s whip
We have got to move on

I wish I could sing for justice
But I know no such song
I know about Shohada
Solat and Koran
Jihad, martyrdom, and homemade bombs
I know you think I’m wrong
For talking about homemade bombs
But the leader of the free world
Can drop A-bombs and napalm
And got the nerve to ask
“Why do they hate us?”
When they still got the blood on their palms

They stay long
And sing songs about freedom and justice
All bloody day long
And claiming they’re right
But they’ve got to be dead wrong
And maybe I’m just too drawn
And head strong

And now
I’m ready to run head long
Into enemy fire
It’s like we desire death
I just got the same blood that
Pumps through a lion’s chest
I come from a line of warriors
Who take off the iron vest
Unsheathe their sword
And sprint into the thick of the mess

I am begging them now
Send me your best!

There are two possible outcomes:
One, I could send them to rest
Or two, they could send me to my lord
I like the second one the best
I will kill the killers who live
I’ve settled for less

Because I’m already a
I am a dead man walking
A mute man talking
A blind man watching
My brothers die

But I won’t build our coffins
And I will not take part in
The death of my heart’s kin
I would rather die