Through the darkened corners of my life, she illuminates my soul...

Sunday, November 14, 2010

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

Saturday, November 13, 2010

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

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

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...

Saturday, May 8, 2010

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

Thursday, October 8, 2009

LOVE (alone again)


Love.

Is just a painful cycle.
My wounds...
Internal Pyru blood leaking from my heart vessels just like a hydrant.
Could I be dying?..
Renditions of a broken heart possibly a new start
but my batteries dead I need a jump start

-CLEAR!-

To fuse my heart with a loves unconditional plot
Every time she hits the room I hear an Angels harp
She's got me locked like Fort Knox, so I play the part
Confront my greatest fears and shes quick to remark
Smart...
scientifically, physically instrumentally perfect
psychologically worth it.
I'll take my chances...
Notoriously known to fuck up shit
An adolescent misguided to let love take me by the hand and fuel my fire
Future plans, dressed in a Tux attire
wedding bands - my first man written in blood
but...
I guess this pain is called love, I'm all alone again I've suffered enough
Its one love.


Love.

Is just a painful cycle, a ruse; I've got issues that keeps me occupied with the Blues.
Isotope clues... Milano cruise above the oceans
A horizon of caramel hues, is her complexion.
open...
wishing...
hoping that we could establish connection through conversation
mind boggling karma and intuition
Telling me that shes ready and willing
I gotta slow the pace down and mix my charm like a chemist.
An innocent bystander, witnesses in my business
Well... This is how we live
To get it in bricks, but on some dolo shit...
I ain't with it.
My mortality revealed through mental calisthenics
read this poetry indented through fragmented sentences
To let Love bail me out of prison...
Notoriously known to fuck up shit
yeah... Love got me whipped Sherlock no shit
happy-go-lucky I be like "fuck it"
As free as a dove
I guess this pain is called love, I'm all alone again I've suffered enough
Its one love.


Love.

Is just a painful cycle.
My heart pace slows...
Ticking to the rhythm of a galactic metronome, maestro.
It blossoms into a golden pedaled rose; so beautiful.
Yet its destruction dramatic
thorns causing inevitable, irreparable damage

Why did 'love' have to happen?...

A love at first sight is like magic; classic but yet tragic
To pass it along to the next nigga that stacks bricks
but I'm the master of my destiny I passed the test get a grip
I drive hard in the whip just how I live...
In the fast lane steady grip on the wheel
Thug anomaly, adrenaline junkie to keep my interests

If love and speed kills...
then whats the difference?

Cant trust a lady cause their heart is colder than the winter
I'm going crazy trying not to relate it to past conditions
I wanna spoil her but cant decipher her intentions
Not to mention her male friends
it got me thinking...
Red-bone walkin' around in pink thongs its on!
but its not me she bones its the next love Jones
I'm bathed in white robes to get away from it all
I guess this pain is called love, I'm all alone again I've suffered enough
Its one love.