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Sometimes I get in these little moods where
I tend to refuse communication of any sort
Although most abhor the thought of me doing such
I often wonder 'what's the fuss?' and 'why does one need to speak to me?'
Until it discreetly blends in with my spirit
Compressed depression finally expands within me
Completely, I'm overwhelmed by the sensations my defenses are defenseless against
Suprised by this new mood that settled into its new host
I let it be - I let it reign completely
Without mercy it takes over me
locked in my body, longing to fly freely
The black prince that once ruled his perverbial nation
now lies on the brink of self-destruction

But there is this painting. A painting so special to me
A painting so inspiring to the spirit of the dying
charisma that is my persona's natural "charm" as they call it
This painting reminds me of the dreams I dream so frequently
Dreams of creating my own family
Dreams of being more of a daddy than mine had been to me
Dreams of accomplishing what too many black men let go to waste..
..if not put it to waste themself...
This painting is more than fabric in a frame
This painting portrays solidified statementsmeant to inspire those weak and weary soldiers at the stereotypical war
Those same soldiers that wonder what our black men are spiritually dying for
This painting is more than colors on a clean canvas
This painting talks about us black people using our roots to survive
Listen to how we thrive on the "teleradio's" perspective of how we should be
and our "reality" consists of phony hair to look more like someone else's definition of 'pretty'
So I continue to stare at this painting that means more to me than a perfectly posed photo
This painting catches a righteous man fighting the good fight to live right
To carry his family through life's harder roads
To be a stronghold for a strong wife to birth a strong child
All the while giving birth to the new meaning of '..worth a thousand words' to the eyes of the beholder
Right now I hold a couple hundred G's worth of unspoken lyricism
All which fit nice & snug, nesstled in with the rest of em
But yet I still can't even begin to describe what this painting means to me
It's infinitely tryin to tell me to keep going
For one day the results of my input will constantly show and
I will be able to "wake up and dream dreams" daily with no hesitation
amidst a crowd of people that shout aloud the lyrics I support
with bottom-booming basslines and purpose behind my musical mind
And soon enough I will create my own painting to inspire others

There is a painting on a wall in a room within my home
This room I sit in to listen to the painting's solemn song
Inspiration melodically voices its opinion
It tells me to be the support por mi familia

"Don't look down - the stars are up."
It's not like life is a gun & you are the bullet
You don't get one shot to make it there
Rather, think of it as a trampoline
and you're constantly jumping into the air
One day you're going to accomplish SOMETHING
Hopefully you could stand strong
And at least land amongst the clouds
Instead of falling to the wayside of the trampoline you were on