This is the first part of this piece, I'll post up the second part in due time. Enjoy and feedback is welcome of course.
This is the beat I wrote this too: http://www.shadowville.com/680/genres/u ... reamy-days
Waking up...
Feeling depressed as could be, beginning of a saga
But then the flotilla issue reminds me of the people that are living in Gaza
Stone cold killers in the form of governments
The truth is what being governed, hence
They together with the TV and the people form three
Points of info, while children are being born with deformities
In Fallujah, somewhere people scream hallelujah and the Yakuza
Is doing what it usually does, thus
I should be happy that I’m alive, you and me, such
Scrutinized observations from both sides
I’m in love with her, observe how hope slides
Away, leaving me with nothing but slow vibes while I cope with life
Illusions of life and a show tricks hardly
In the mean time people in my country are voting for a xenophobic party
Man, a slow slick start be the point of my day
I crack my joints while my neighbor is lighting a joint to start the day
I start the day with thoughts racing in my head
I thought I’d better place them in my head properly
While walking towards the subway at least 50 people had died probably
Reality is so humongous it almost looks like a mockery
Forcing me to quote Socrates during a convo about my own philosophy
What I feel is stopping me of feeling how stopping should feel
I would feel how you feel if I knew how to stop feels, you feeling me?
Right now I’m sitting on a chair in the auditorium
Listening to a professor explaining things, now before me sin
Had shown it’s silhouette when I woke up
Now I’m writing a vignette and I choked, ducked a question
But now I have to answer, I question
The professor’s insight so I twist his words and test him
By viewing it from a different perspective
In the mean time people’s abilities to survive are being tested
Food for thought? People are quick to digest it
While people in Africa are starving and getting their chest hit
By bullets from their own brothers from a different clan
Why bother, you don’t even differ in tan
Melanin an issue while I’m having lunch, same as it ever been
I miss you, pops up on my cell phone
Don’t bother me no more is what I sent back with my cell phone
While people are struggling with cancer in cells, bone
And organs, at the same time people in the church are playing the organ
And people rocking out with a vocal burst and comics from the orient
While Palestinians are throwing stones at tanks in torment
I’m having dinner and the world is in pain
Am I a sinner for knowing this and not trying to change?
That’s just insane, my brain just noticed something reciprocal
‘cause humanity acts sick, dull and physical
Life treats us badly as well, by being too complex lyrical...