WATER

As it slips through my hands, shapeless as it forms, refreshing as it touches, the bodyless substances embraces everything

And they call this first class?

I got this kid kicking me in my back
He don’t know me I don’t know him, he might get SmAcKed!
I got this kid kicking me in my back
I share not one atom of DNA or smaller then that

iPod blaren, hip hop staring, Down the Canal of culturally bleached ears. Suburbia skin has no fears except those extracted when Columbine tears.

Facade

Oh Allah absolves me of my sins.
I have traveled this world form end to end,
They tell me to wait on the Madi looking at the TV, when the true concepts embodies you and me
Eloquent restrictions of Islamic afflictions lead to addictions Bent on,
Strong On, Intellectually charged on changing this status quo
I swear by god, this Façade be a fraud with fake promises of Earthly eternal bliss,
pursued in Bugatti forms of happiness

Run, run, run, run, surely you’re goinga run…From your own death insensible like a man’s lips clasped trying to blow out the Sun.

Ghetto Hegemony

Some people like to be caught up in their own world
With the predatory procedures of guns drugs and girls
Real men laugh at the pursuit of ghetto hegemony
I’m going to ride these atoms until the second death swallows me!

Visions of Falling, Dreaming, Floating, Believing Being

It seems like I'm not moving as I open my eyes, the horizon's perpetual demise. A wondering mind, adrift.... floating oceans, cris-crossing space and folding time.

As I gaze with subliminal haze, sleep walking through my mind, musical vibrations of string theory. How everything is constant, yet flux-ant.
Born as a living testament.

What if this window was to go? Blow Window, Blow! Would Allah save me? Bounce me off the Earth's Face, oh my God, would it not phase me.
Scream!!!

But I'm no prophet, would my fall be my victory?
Ushered straight to heaven, past sins forgiven before even the vision of a flame could touch me?Sleep-sitting, lookin out this window..... Falling......floating......dreaming

Why is this horizon so still?
Tamed by God. It laughs at false deities, engulfs whole cities.
Bore witness to oppression and every capitalist obsession.
The mothers prayer, the travellers scare, the little brothers dare

It is not these wings that hold me, as I sail, falling, dreaming,seeing, believing, Being. But the One who repeats this dawn constantly without pillars holding this SKY, As I fly. Drifting....buoyed by floating oceans to floating seas