Sunday, May 27, 2012

"I Had a Dream" I said...

... "About who?" he said. "About Korn," I said. Yea, he was really in my dream last night. He's gooood! My dream was crazy. I was in jail and this chick told me a frIEnd of hers was going to come visit me and bring me some a home cooked meal just because she was a fan of mine. Apparently I'm popular in San Bernardino. Shrug, who would have known?! You know dreams be random and sporadic and might not make much sense at times so I'm am just recounting what I recall. I remember there was a raffle or Bingo like game about to be played and the person in charge was kicking people out of the room for various reasons of eligibility.

 All of a sudden, Corey Broussard bka Korn Dogg walks by. Mind you, in my dream I know he is dead. He is wearing a white suit and looking 100 times better than the last time I saw him which was in a coffin. Now my twin brother, Marquis, pops up and we both are wearing all black tuxes. Times seems to have stop because we didn't get harrassed by the jail people or anything but its not like we were worrIEd about it, anyway. Korn sits on the back part of this bench with his feet on the sit and we stand and talk to him.

 Clear as day I can remember asking "How does it feel?", inquiring about Death. He replIEd, "not bad". I then asked about his younger brother Roman and he told me "He's not going to do anything." By then, tears were streaming down my face. I cannot be certain that I wasn't actually physically crying at the same time. I turned my head because the situation that surrounded us became apparent and when I looked back at him I did not see him anymore. I became scared. My brother never stopped looking and he told me he was still there. I asked him to reveal himself to me, and he did. My tears were nonstop. I did not give Corey a full cry these past few weeks, though he has been on my mind daily. After a while I told him to leave and never came back. I cant fully grasp what prompted me to do that, I woke up a little bit confused by it.

 I kind of see this dream as a real visitation from my frIEnd. This is not the first time I have had a conversation with a murdered peer. I spoke with Buddah in a dream and real life before he was killed and then a few weeks after. There was no salvation for him. It was truly his fate. I belIEve that was Corey who I talked to this morning but I also belIEve God was there too. In the dream we stood and sat as we spoke. Since He sat on top of the bench we literally were sitting at His feet. Deep. He comforted us in a way that did not resemble the relationship we had with Korn... it was more fatherly. When I took my focus off of Him and got distracted by the world around me I was scared and my brother had to tell me "He is still here". And He returned to me when I asked him to show Himself to me. Wow.

 I know I am gifted. I can see into people and feel the true intentions of their heart. This ability has become magnifIEd lately. I went to lunch with my Bishop one time and he called me a prophet. He said I had "the gift of metaphor". I have always been a writer and its crazy because I speak in analogIEs all day. He told me that one can get the most of the Bible and can apply more of it to their life when they get the metaphor. He was dead on point, too. I think that at the end of the dream when I asked Corey to leave, it wasn't like I was telling Him to go away.
It was like- I know You are here with me, I do not lack the faith to always have to see You. If I talk, I know you are listening. I know you dwell in a place of joy because I feel it entering me as I sit near You. Do not return, the world is not ready to see You but the first thing I will do this day is to tell them that I seen You.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Trenches

The world is against US, we're born troops.
With malnourished souls that need more soup.
On the way to being rotten like warm fruit.
Its funny that they want US ALL in orange suits.
How are you 40 years old and never worn suits?!
Well, once a year, funeral and court cute.
We reap the full harvest of the war's roots.
The weeping brings an outpour of storm boots.

 Fetal and alone we will mourn groups.
 Why did Korn shoot and spill the Lord's juice?!
His brother's in the wind with a torn chute.
And the cord's loose.
His cross is heavy, he wears thorns too.
We must curse the lIEs with a sworn truth;
 Swinging swords, the sound of horns just warned YOU.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Welcome to the Jungle

Welcome to the jungle'
where the ballas aint humble,
and everybody got a dream 
until it all crumbles.
And you know its a struggle
'cause the tummIEs all rumble.
You run and you stumble
when you chasin' money in bundles.
When its sunny it thunders.
It gets ugly in summer.
The murders increase
by a few hundred of numbers.
And the mothers all wonder
'bout the sons and the brothers-
Will they keep each other
or will they keep us up under?!
Got my defense in order,
you aint breachin my border.
You aint gon' be vaccinating
or teachin' my daughter.
I belIEve you're the starter
of a few of the slaughters
of the illigitimate children
our fore fathers had fathered.
Gettin' farther and further
from solvin' the murders
'cause we're the race that
they wanna get rid of three thirds of.
And I see that its workin'.
NO guessin' Im certain!
But I cant figure out who's
 the wizard behind the curtain.
And he's drownin the urbans
like the Town of the Bourbon
with floods, drugs, choppers and
burners, vodka and bourbon.
Look at that blonde hair
 stickin up outta that turban.
American insurgents
but they're callin' it service.
And they're turnin all mad
'cause I'm burnin' the flag.
Its hard not to when
you start learnin' the past.
And runnin' fast is the only
thing that I learned from my dad.
NOT how to be the early bird
for the worm in the grass.
And Gramps is an an urn
full of ash- I MISS YOU!
I promise to be different
than the herd of the mass.
So who gon' stand firmer than Class?!
Fuck the government!! They can suck it
and drink a shot of sperm outta glass.
UGH.

Primetime

You know the prime comes right before the decline, right before the flatline, then you meet the divine. And some of y'all will meet yo' demise with the heat to yo' mind; I'd rather be ninety-nine and defeated by time. Ev'rybody got their own path and each a design. This life can be like a sip of the sweetest of wines. So Ima spend mine skeetin' on some divas and dimes and spendin' eve'ry last dime I should be leavin' behind. I never wear jewelry, 'cause I don't need it to shine. And when I see diamonds, I see children bleedin' in mines. Exploited by the greed and the slime with prayers to inherit Earth soon 'cause they belIEve in the signs. I thought we had love for SIErra Leone; now we back to braggin' bout the couple of carats we own! I'm too busy to stop. Watch and stare at the throne, especially since where I'm from I'm like the heir to my own. And I'll work my hands bear to the bones to be able to stamp my passport out in Paris and Rome. With no tans, white sands, without a pair of shoes on and get so high that I gotta parachute home.