If-- (A Poem by Rudyard Kipling)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a man, my son!

Your Soul's Gold

[Verse 1: Issa Dash] A rebel Who went searching for treasures in his soul Fishing for gold I found the key to unlock the door
To my mind's gate, hidden with some hieroglyphs Told me bout my future and my past and that I should get, I should get
Some light working and get up off my ass I'm on the path, to move the masses, spiritual tactics Soul masters, you bastards, spread it through classes Live your life free nigga, if you surpass this class bitch LSD got your boy feelin acidic, so hazardous Elevated mafia Flatbush Zombie familia No dumb niggas on our roster bruh Finna wreck your teeth if you not with us Beast Coast ain't no stoppin' us We fuck with the West like 'Pac and 'em But back to the story of the old me Rep for the young enlightened niggas over low key Smoke a little tree, pour a little bit of OE Keep me in my zone like a mother fucking goalie Holy shit I'm a a mother fucking King nigga Black skin, gold soul, born to win nigga
[Hook] Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold
A nigga could get caught up if he ain't knowing his soul His soul, yeah nigga his soul You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga
Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga
Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far
[Verse 2: AK] Generation of generals Keep my word in my genitals Gender rolls, nigga I'm god as far as gender goes Sell my soul. Never I'm gold Word to Gihanny golly, I be, try me Highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry Pat Riley, I'm strapped with jalepeno wraps Mandingo sag, your bitch be lovin' that, but fuck that AK the savior, elevate your brain, the greatest
Spread that knowledge, keep your soul but skip that tone We done did hard labor for that Gold, and acres make them haters meet the maker Cuz' they, pose
And fake it 'till they make it, so ungrateful To the, OG's, OJ, got em on, sippin' on some OE A freak in a skirt, pom poms, shippin' for a dime
Tell her set her soul free Freeze, repeat, rewind Back to the time I was blind Never, I always incline the Third Eye Recognize, since the youngin' and the inner gold that's inside
Show my signs as an early bird
Word I want whats mine, mine
[Hook]
Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold A nigga could get caught up if he don't know where his soul His soul, yeah nigga his soul You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga
Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga
Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far
[Outro]
Get up on yo shit, you ain't livin' up yo life You's a fucking livin god, why you bowin' down to Christ You ain't knowin' bout the golden gift that's trapped up in yo mind Gold soul theory, and the gold's on the rise

Speak to Me

You filthy twats, clean your ears, and speak to me! Yes, I'm talking to you: you know who you are, who you always were, and, maybe, just maybe, even, who you'll be.

Proper grammar, today, is not a concern to me. Get it, so, get over it.

Now, Speak.

Let's congress on a topic of your choosing.

Begin.

The Planets (Symphonized Melodies)

The Planets Do Align, in Time.
Always Time, and Time Again.
Something keeps slipping,
around the bend.
Down the river,
a ways.

It all comes back one day.

Presents from our Presidents

Accept the precedents
of glorified presidents
from a soiled age
filled with toil and rage.


Junk presents
in the presence
of war dogs
and high hogs. 

We'll let it all go,
ashes up from below.
Fire on the water,
and you'll run,
boy, run. 

NoBody

For The Love of Mankind, is the Why
--I was Sent.
A Guidance System
to Humanity.
A Book
to those Wise
enough to Open it.
The knowledge Falls out,
As your Heart pours in.
The Contents of your Cup
Be Emptied
So ye may be filled
to Over-flowing
Again.

Ye'r heart will sing
the song
of Our Creator
Again.

A light
carried into 
the dark
heart 
of the
Womb.

We Will Remember,
For We Never 
Forgot
Just 
Who 
We
Always 
Were, 
Have
Been, 
And 
Will 
Be
Forever
and
Forever,
Endlessly.

We fell
through 
a void unseen.
which seems
to mean 
we never
fell--
at all. 

And One Day
There will come a day: 
When The shadows will melt
Our Egos will drift
And the winds will push
the dust away

For a New Day.  
        a New Age.
Good reason
To leave the
Ages of Treason.

We Will
Hang'Em 
High.

This, Is How It Ends.

Meet life with great stride, and arise to every challenge anew, in the now. Life is, and life will be.

I tell you, 'This is how it ends.  

The struggle;

The strife;

The feelings,

Of joy and embarassment,

Of shame and belonging,

Of  salvation and emptiness,

Of dying and love.

 Ill-perceived toils in reality

Or just another matchbox of sentiment,

Biding time,

Anticipating the fire.

Memories of lunches past,

Promises kept;

Lies told;

Wives left;

The un-welcomed  knock on the door--

Death awaits us all with open arms and bated breath.

Baited hooks work for worms,

Who look for spooks in backalleyway. 

Fodder sold for tinder, doesn't make you any more the Wise.'

Still butting against a brick wall.

Got your head down, 

And you think your how tall?

Tall enough to reach for the sky,

is what they'll tell you. 

Sell you.

They say anything to sell you everything,

You never needed

and More. 

Always more, and never less--
A culture's demand.

When it all crumbles,
decay--
foundation ripped from beneath you--
where will you stand?

WHERE DO YOU STAND WHEN YOU ARE OH-SO TALL, and growing TALLER by the DAY?