Mos Def from "Thieves in The Night" BLACK STAR
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fam' recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all
Or from my personal collection.
The Darchitect www.myspace.com/thedarchitect
Carpe Diem
My Desire was to retire at the ripe age of 23
But im still sittin in my Basement packin bowls smokin weed
Full of infinite dreams but no ambition
One day I picked up the pen and this is what was written…
Im a ludicrous optimist with kaleidoscope vision
Seein things from all angles but cant focus on the image
The lens is fogged with commercial materialism
Cant afford that shit, avoid it… continue the rhythm
Like a Salmon Spawning Im fighting against the currant
I know the death penalty is my ultimate deterrent
From avoiding my snap like the Beltway Sniper
Cause this Venom is potent like the deadliest pit viper
But rise above this despair cause a new day dawns
Got visions of grandeur and look past dreams gone wrong
The sunrise must appear more often… then the sunset
If I plan to observe this vision without lookin through a net
Cause Im caught up like Ahab wanted Moby Dick
Time is running out the bomb is on its last three ticks
Actions have reactions but no action seizes reaction
Got the pedal to the floor and Im finally gainin traction
On the highway to hell pulled over at the rest stop
Drop the itinerary cause Im workin towards the top
These repulsive visions cloud the once blue sky
Stick my arm through the portal feel the warmth of the otherside
So I step on through as the lens gains focus
The image clears and Ive made it to my moment
Theres a man at a desk watching a clock flippin a dime
He says sorry sir you didn’t make it in time.
This is my best written ever...
