NIGHTMARES

Only on rare occasions while I'm constantly pacing.

results of stress elevated...

unusual shit occurs outside my nature...

Testing my patience a ticking is reverberating

My soul departs my body the moment I've waited...

Sounds resonating my motivation is nothing to it; Fuck the world!

As free as a bird, corpses decay I shit on this earth it's cursed but...

Fortunately I'm here for a purpose.

My nightmares are giving me chase

In my dreams I go face-to-face with Death

still alive maybe I'm blessed

Regretfully abandoned my past life...

What is it like to stretch your wings and take a flight, enjoy your life?

Keeps sight of my goals

My flow unfolds, 'till I get the Midas touch; everything turns to gold

The streets want me to fold but I owe it,

to myself to move forward even through death when I wrote this,

On a park bench, complete darkness where I sit

Smoke a spliff and I'm lifted...

But the narcs are heartless ever since, I went against the grain flipping the script

Am I insane?

The voices in my head are worthy of greatness so I sustain

The industry, they want to put me away

Gats spray suddenly I'm in the grave shaken then I wake up in fear

cold sweats and steel,

an observation of my nightmares.

Only on rare occasions while I'm constantly pacing.

results of stress elevated...

unusual shit occurs outside my nature...

Testing my patience a ticking is reverberating

My soul departs my body the moment I've waited...

Sounds resonating my motivation is nothing to it; Fuck the world!

As free as a bird, corpses decay I shit on this earth it's cursed but...

Fortunately I'm here for a purpose.

My life is like a... 44 gauge...

Decipher my plans engraved, I wrote on this page

I was brought up in pain, then my destiny came

The rage is in me...

Smoke blown the gauge is empty...

Upon a Kings throne emerged alone the sole victor

It started with some sugared water in the kitchen...

a substitute for soda add some food coloring

It's imperative I turn this into wine beverages I'm better than that bummy shit

Displaying leadership is how it started...

To puling up in hotter whips appointed banquets for my fellow gangstas...

It didn't take long to distinguish...

The nature of this neighborhood and how we're living

My dreams of, spreading eagle wings of freedom, started to diminish with

Tupac and Biggie's ending. But I'm still here...

Pad and pen in hand, light years ahead I've got plans

Peep the Son of Sam here...

Jotting down the observations of my nightmares.

Only on rare occasions while I'm constantly pacing.

results of stress elevated...

unusual shit occurs outside my nature...

Testing my patience a ticking is reverberating

My soul departs my body the moment I've waited...

Sounds resonating my motivation is nothing to it; Fuck the world!

As free as a bird, corpses decay I shit on this earth it's cursed but...

Fortunately I'm here for a purpose.

Pradda

I'm Just a Man

As I struggle to hold onto the remnants of my depleting sanity, I am beginning to feel a lot like Alice; tumbling down the rabbits hole. Unfulfilled and completely empty, as if space without the illustriousness of the stars aesthetic value... Ultimately waiting for my Big Bang. What was once the masterpieces of love are now void of meaning and there lies within me no appreciation for the sanctity of my own cognizant genius; that of which is evidently wasted upon a godlike, yet fallibly shaken foundation of flesh and bone.

I am just a man.

The experiential dispositions of mind over matter only results in lust. Torturous... Inflictions of my conscious manifests dancing creatures in the flames atop a lit stove. Mockingly...

She...

No. I must hold strong. Nobody seems to understand that,

I am just a man.

And even at this stage where trauma promotes growth both mentally and spiritually, decimals and inches are the only relevant matter, while love is a vice and virtue all at once. Legend has it, that if a man defeats his nature he becomes a God, and his previous actions become extenuated. But at what cost? To live as a King under the paragons of virtue is a pyrrhic victory when measured to the immortality that can be acquired from a queen.

Indeed.

But I'm just rambling on the silence of my darkened dreams. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about I must still be asleep. Hell... This isn't real. I'm sorry of how I've made you feel.

I'm just a man. #KanyeShrug

Pradda

Just a thought...

Love is like the platonic adjoining of the sea against a beaches' shorelines.
One day you are at the highest elavation of your affection;
The tide is in and the waters are relatively calm
You may even hear divine voices if you listen closely.
But eventually the quiet before the storm manifests through crashing waves and white washed walls.
Tumbling down and pulling back...
Away from the shores and back into the abysmal emptiness of the oceans unknown, simultaneously erasing all exsisting evidence of a previous love;
Just as the tide erases previous footprints.
It may take one... two... or even three passes to smooth out the rough edges of the pasts indentations but eventually, you will be able to love yet again,
and new footprints will inevitably emerge
replacing older, less significant memories.

Atiwi Saka

Pics of NY, NY via helicopter ride.

I've got more and will update when I find them deep within the labyrinth of a Terabyte hard drive FML.

I had loads of fun that night. ahhh memories =) This is something I can do again and again, what an adrenaline rush! Up next:

Skydiving! O___O mommy! *sucks thumb*

Pencil & Charcoal

Just some random, quick drawings I have done courtesy of boredom. Somebody needs a wife lol. Check it out... You can also click each picture if you want to see a larger version of it. =)

Possible tattoo?

Batman / Scarecrow

Random dude from Art class

This came out of my head...

A pic of my aunt

Siamese Fighting Fish (supposed to be red and blue but since I suck at colors its just plain old pencil and charcoal).

Close up of the same pic.

Eve?? Pardon the snake's head my imagination went blank lol

Random pic. I miss those huge hoop earrings lol

Did this in the park...

Rrrrrrrr....

Wolf

Looks like Claudine.

As you can see... I was a little obsessed lol

Voting (face palm)

So does your vote really count? I mean... #Cmonson (bad habit)

Most everyone knows about the rules of voting now-a-days, and the political jargon and positions imposed by the ever changing United States Constitution: national/nationwide vote, majority vote, popularity vote, the intricacies of electoral votes etc. Yet people still seem to favor some sort of conspiratorial theme when things just doesn't turn out their way. Case and point, George W. Bush's run in office. Although he did not win the "national" popularity vote, he did manage to appeal to the majority of the electoral voters; a legit victory according the rules imposed by government. Since states may or may not require their electors to vote with the popular majority, it is obvious as to where the power of the final decision lies. Don't get me wrong, I believe that everyone should vote (minorities especially), but just don't put all of your eggs in one basket. The national, popularity vote is basically a census, an opinionated, educational guess, and perhaps adds a degree of influence on the electoral. Many minorities (particularly blacks), have stepped their voting games up and are in fact, meeting the demographic of whites in terms of percentages of votes. However, if minorities wish to truly advance then greater participation and involvement in political affairs is necessary. More blacks in congress, in the Senate and the House is the key. In my opinion... but then again, I'm also in favor of more... persuasive, military tact such as the likes of the late Malcolm X. *Raises fist* I'm just tired of hearing everyone's account of whats morally right and justifiable when it comes to voting O__o just...

Do You.

VOTE here

Atiwi Saka

I'm Saved

My love...

Manifested through her thickness of which I have created

Close encounters of heated palpitations

As she rides to my lyrics heartbeat

Galaxy deep in her oasis

I'm saved...

Yet as my paradigm changes and we sway

Tribulations are like obstacles I hurdle to evade

But ironically she concaves when I ride her milky way

All time seems to cease...

The earth spins the other way

She's my immortality in this wretched love brigade

Go deep baby...

Faced down, now I'm in field goal range

I can feel your pain so let me taste your wave

and implant my footprints in your sand

and forever in your heart.

They Tryna Kill Us

Description:

24-year-old, DeAndre Brunson, who was shot and killed by the LA County Sheriffs'. Deputies had responded to a domestic disturbance call where Deandre Brunston lived. Afraid for his life, Deandre, who was unarmed, jumped out of a second-story window and fled on foot. The deputies cornered him nearby and threatened to release a police K9 on him. Afraid of the police pointing guns at him and the vicious dog attacking him, DeAndre told the police that he had a gun and would shoot the dog if it came to attack him. When the police finally released the dog on DeAndre, he tossed what appeared to be a slipper. Before police could identify that DeAndre was unarmed or allowed the K9 to take DeAndre down, a few trigger happy cops started firing at DeAndre. DeAndre had been shot a total of 22 times, and over 80 rounds of ammunition had been discharged from three police guns.

Can't Be Undone

Surrealism imprisoned fucking the court system

To go from corruption and criticism to positive thinking

Tribulations and venom holding my pen up

Embellished with thermal vision relevant freedom

I bust...

This wolfs avatar cuz I'm a predator

Until I return to the dust, my bones rust

And turn to dust on this page but I'm immortalized

This is my stage...

My prescription to get away from the games

Unknown to the fame it can't be undone

Where have all the souls gone wrong?

A worse case scenario a mystic pharaoh in Babylon

Tainted with the blood of a sparrow in Avalon

Black apparel...

Follow my gallery of blasphemy in shadows

National anthems for eargasms...

It can't be undone.

Sometimes, I wish that I could...

Turn back the hands of Time, regretting lies of the past

Illuminati grasp, educated minds vast

Journey through time travels masts

The captain of this ship, surpass in all your greatest efforts

I amass...

Greater knowledge of Da Vinci code marvels

Cool like carvels you star struck pardon me God

Eclipsed through the fog, intimately involved

With hip hop's resolve, a mental orbit revolved

To dissolve hallucinations in the jungle

I'm your oasis...

As you read my script; a page turner

Public motivational speaker or journalist

Or maybe a greater contributor through Hell's furnace

Just searching for a better predicament

But they're knocking on my door; the witnesses aint getting shit!

Leave them pamphlets on the floor I wipe my ass with it

Where have all the souls gone wrong?

Blatantly shines through this poem

Soldiers fallen but the war isn't won...

There's still a battle in my head like murder, like redrum

born in the slums

It can't be undone.

Yesterday, I took a trip down to memory lane

To the block of my childhood days...

Scared to death to enter through my name

The center for all my pain but, contradictory to the source

Of my prodigal name partly insane

To walk the streets of Saint John's place

Where shots rang and your heart race

Decipher where it came from in the darkness

Corner store where I'm rocking some hot shit

While drug money whips circle the block for days

Graffiti on the church, blood stained graves

Gum merged with cement planes

Through hard times sufficed with silence

A single bullet in my revolver

I click twice...

To throw dice in the alleyways in a city where it's always night

It's just the story of my life, to say that's where I come from

The sun will always shine tomorrow

But it can't be undone.

One

Aatif Shakur

INFINITE

Whats the purpose?

All I see are murderous dead faces

Crime scene investigators, bodies stretched on the pavement

Domestic or drug related thats usually what the case is...

Took 20 years and college you finally made it

Only to get a slug in the back of your head

Blood oozes out like gravy predicted you're better off dead

Maybe your moms will go first...

You barely got any love for this world 'cause the good cums in spurts

And yeah they say "its all love", but the truth hurts...

Cuz when you look in the mirror...

All you see are the Demons dwelling in soft gelatin

You're a felon in training theres no escaping incarceration so you embrace it

With eyes wides shut you still caught in that matrix

And Time flies when you're patient...

But you against the grain kid, fuck all that lame shit

So you carry a full clip and walk with a deranged limp

lil' nigga still doing that two-step

And I've seen...

Heros and Legends who've stacked millions and spent it

Hustlers in corrections and autistic young cadets...

With eyes so red, mine as well have three 6's on their heads

Yet its my pleasure...

To carry the burden of souls burning 400 years under pressure with mercury rising

I slip... into your conscience, my gift; twist on that silencer

I'm looking for justice...

Thugs and hustlers confront their oppressor create legions to aim in directions

A street hero's a legend but for freedom...

I'll not condone all those lectures but gain momentum...

My physical presence is everlasting; like an Astronomers passion

Amongst the billions of stars emitting light in this endless galactic

The fact is...

My brothers have been racing...

Chasing the wrong goals 5th wonder of the world I manifest a crucifixion

Its hotter than Hells Kitchen down here...

Thats why I grab this pad and pen in observations of my nightmares

Yeah its always been there...

Hidden...

Beyond the lines of these veins like and eclipse

Once in a millennium shows up in its brilliance

We are...

That untainted, endless abyss

That out of reach solar system

The stars and the stripes and that full moon eclipsed by a black gloved raised fist

We are black thus we are infinite...

My Sweet Love

Come away with me my sweet love!

A true definition of beauties grace...

Eyes wide and bright like being lost at sea while gazing at the sun

She helps me find my way and guides me like the North Star.

Come away with me my sweet love!

My true definition of beauties grace...

Tastes like banana cake, thick in all the right places.

Tasting...

Like the batter of a cake mix;

I dont want to make any mistakes.

Come away with me my sweet love!

Do not take my love in vain and let beauties grace shine alone

as does the rise of a naked moon.

Let desire be our ornament , the sun will rise soon.

Lets measure pleasure with loves delight.

The time will come soon like a flower in bloom.

Come away with me my sweet love!

Entertain a broken heart.

Mend it...

Let the air of love and pleasure speak

and your sweet tasty lips kiss

and mix our souls in mutual bliss.

Let me gaze into eyes that were made from beauties grace.

Viewing...

Healing life long pain.

So come away with me love...

Pradda-G