VISIONAIRES/ A TESTIMONY PT V1

THE COLD IS GETTING TO ME...I SLEEP AMONG THE WOLVES IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING...I REEK OF DRINK...I STUMBLE..FALL AS MY JOURNEY DISPLAYS THE FOUL ODOR OF..A WASTE OF MAN...THE CALL TO BATHE..WHAT'S DECAYS...A WORTHLESS OLD BEHAVIOR..LOOKING AT FILTH..THE NIGHT CRAWLS..WHERE I ACHE OF PEELING SORES AND BATTERED STREET THIEVES..ANGRY..TAKIN IT OUT ON WHAT'S SENSELESS..DEFYS NO UNDERSTANDING...I CRY..LORD KNOWS ..I BEAT UP ON MY OWN DELINQUENCY..TALK ALL DAY AND NIGHT FROM SCATTERED CROSSIN..WITH NO STRAIGHT AND NARROW PATHS 2 ARRANGE MY THOUGHTS..2 EQUATE HISTORY OF NORMALITY..WHAT OBJECTS BIBLE..BILLS...EARNINS..DON'T KNOW WHAT VOCABULARY MEANS..DISTRIBUTIONS SAVED FOR A POOR MAN WITH NO WAY TO THE BANK OF LOANS AND SAVINGS...NO JOURNAL OF FAMILY INTERVENTING...A HOME ONCE OWNED BY MAMA AND DADDY..ONLY THE SOUNDS OF BEATING DOWN MY CALIBUR..FEED THE PAIN..FOUND SOMEBODY'S NICHE AND ROB THEM BLIND..WHILE MY PAPERCHASE THEORY OPEN DOORS AND LEADS ME 2 DA STILL WATERS OF JORDAN..I BAPTIZE MY SOUL..WHERE YOUR FOCUS STARES...AIMS AND FIRES MY EDUCATED LOSS...WHERE DAGGERS WAIT AT THE TABLE OF CHOICE..HANDS ME NO SUPPER..WHILE THE WORLD REVOLVES 360DEGREES OF PUNISHMENT...LIFE CAN'T POSSIBLY KNOW..I'M THE CURSED LEFT DRIVEN..TUMBLIN DOWN ..OVER AND OVER...WHERE DA DROP CONTINUES..I'VE BEEN SHOWN A PATH WITH NO WRITTEN CONTRACTS..BUT MY DEATH WARRANT..WHILE I'M FALLING..WHERE..A TUMB WAITS FOR NOONE..BUT BONES..THE EARTH'S FERTILIZES...CLEANING IT'S GREEN HOUSE EFFECT..WHERE I DIE..I'M RESURRECTED..A NEW SEED PLANTED..WORTH...2RESTORE..WHAT ONCE WAS..THE APOCYLISTS..MY END..WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OF..DA EXCEPTION..WHERE I PROUDLY DECREE THE REWARD..ETERNALLY..I REST NOW...SWEET DREAMS...CREATE

BADUISM ROCKS CROWN HEIGHTS/BROOKLYN

WHAT SETS THE PACE FOR ONE OF THE BEST NIGHTS IN BROOKLYN...I HAD A FEW THINGS TO TAKE CARE OF B4 MY NIGHT WAS COMPLETED WITH SONGS THAT SENTME IN ORBIT...THE NIGHTSKY WAS PERFECT..NY WEATHER WAS EXCELLENT FOR OUTDOOR CONCERT..5:)PM..I'M IN DA SHOWER..GETTING READY...HAD TO DECIDE WHETHER I WEAR MY WRAP OR JUST LET THE AFRO DO WHAT IT GONNA DO..DIDN'T WANNA FEEL OUTTA PLACE..WORE MY CAPRIS..A NEW T-SHIRT MY DAUGHTER BROUGHT BAC FROM ST THOMAS..I'M ALL SET AND READY...NOW JUST WAITING FOR MY DAUGHTER 2GET HERE FROM JERSEY...OMG..IT'S 5:45pm...WHERE IS SHE..I'M GETTIN IMPATIENT..ALL OF SUDDEN...THE RUMBLE COMES OVER MY HEAD...KIDS..SHE'S HERE...GOT MY JACKET...THEN SHE TELLS ME SHE WANTS 2 FEED THE KIDS FIRST...NOW I'M REAL BENT OUT OF SHAPE...OK..SO I WAIT ANOTHER 30MINS...SHE'S READY..WE SAY OUR GOODBYES AND WERE OFF2 WINGATE PARK...NOW I GOTTA GET USE TO HER TOM TOM...THAT THANG TALKED ALL THE WAY THERE..WERE IN BETWEEN CARS..BUMPER TO BUMPER..I'M JUST ABOUT OUT OF IT BY NOW...SO MY DAUGHTER CALLS HER FRIEND..TO ASKED HER TO MEET US THERE...OK..IT'S 7:46I'M SWEATIN LIKE A MULE...THE TOM TOM SPEAKS..YOUR AT YOUR DESTINATION...WHERE WE ENTERED...PEOPLE ALL OVER..COPS..BARRICADES DA STREETS..NO PARKING..BY THIS TIME MY DAUGHTER WAS CHEWING NAILS...SO THE POLICE HAD TO DIRECT US DOWN THE STREET TO WHERE THE PARK WAS...WE OPEN THE BACK OF THE TRUNK..COMMENCE TAKING OUR CHAIRS OUT.. STARTED WALKNG TO THE ENTRANCE WHERE..MS BUDU HAD ALREADY STARTED..THE PLACE WAS SO CROWDED..I HAD TO MAKE SURE TIKI AND I KNEW OUR WAY 2DA VAN..WE MISSED GETTIN OURSELVES THERE ON TIME ..THAT TOOK 30 MINS..WE WOUND UP STANDING ON THE CHAIRS TO SEE THE SHOW..BEING WE WERE ALL THE WAY IN DA BAC..AS THE CROWD STARTED DANCING...TIKI AND I GOT DOWN..LOOKED FOR TAMU...HER GIRLFRIEND..WHERE WE FOUND HER ALL THE WAY UP IN DA FRONT...I HAD A HEADACHE FROM THE SPEAKERS..WE WERE NEAR THEM MOST OF THE CONCERT..BUT THAT GIRL CARRIED HER BEHIND ON..SHE WAS SHAKING AND DANCING LIKE ANTS HAD A PICNIC ALL OVER HER BODY..REMEMBER..IT WAS A PARK SETTING..A LOT OF GRASS..RESIDENTIAL AREA..HOMES WERE ALL DOWN THE BLOCK..ERYKAH'S MUSIC WAS SLAMMIN..SHE SANG 6 OF HER SONGS ALL FROM HER NEW ALBUM..BUT A FEW PEOPLE TOLD US WE MISS THE INTRO..AN OLDIE BUT GOODIE..WHERE THE AUDIENCE WENT BESERK.."TYRONE"..OH HOW I WAS MAD AS A BARDYARD FIRE WITHOUT DA FLAMES..U COULD COOK A PIECE OF CHICKEN OFF MY HEAD...TYRONE WAS MY SONG...I CARED NOT ABOUT HEARIN ANYMORE FROM ANYONE..TIKI AND TAMU WAS ROCKIN AND I'M SOBBIN...TRYIN TO BE A GOOD SPORT..HANGING IN THERE..I REALLY WAS UPSET..BUT I DIDN'T LET MY DAUGHTER KNOW....WHEN I THINK ABOUT...SHE CAME ALL THE WAY OUT FROM JERSEY...AN HOUR RIDE IN2 QUEENS..THEN HAVE TO RIDE ANOTHER HR MORE TO THE PARK.I'M NOT COMPLAINING AT ALL..I AM BLESSED..AND SO WAS ERYKAH..SHE LOOKED SO CUTE WITH HER BLUE JEANS..A TEE SHIRT WITH A PEACE SIGN ON IT AND BOOTS...ROLLS AND ROLLS OF JEWELRY..THE PARK DIDN'T ALLOW CAMERAS OR CAMS..FOOD..NOTHING..JUST WATER...THAT WAS FRUSTRATING AS WELL AS A NIGHT WITH NO MEMORIES TO LOOK BAC ON..10:00 ROLLED AROUND...EVERYBODY'S WHINDIN DOWN..SHES ENDS DA NIGHT..SHE THROW A KISS 2 DA AUDIENCE...DANCE WITH THIS GENTLEMAN ON THE STAGE...SAID GOODNIGHT..THANKS FOR HAVING HER THERE...BROOKLYN..EVERYONE WENT CRAZY...I..ON THE OTHER HAND..WAS READY TO GO...JUST THINKING HOW FAR WE WERE FROM THE VAN..MADE ME GROGGY...ALL AND ALL..THIS WAS A WONDERFUL CONCERT..EVERYTHING WAS COOL..GOOD CROWD..NICE PEOPLE I MET AND A VERY WELL ORGANIZED AFFAIR..THANKS ERYKAH FOR SHOWING SOM' LOVE..PEACE..CREATE

WhAcHa tHiNk>CoMeS fRoM BoThEr

ONE WHO FEELS GUILT...WILL REMAIN IN HIDING..BUT..ONE WHO HAS NO REASON OF GUILT..WILL BE WELCOMED WITH OPEN ARMS AND THEM SOME ...STOP THE MADNESS "FRIEND" WE ALL HAVE 2 ACKNOWLEDGE OUR WORK ETHICS FOR THE BETTER... SPOKEN WORDS ~BY~~CREATE I WELCOMED YOU..ALREADY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2B A BOTHER IS A NEGATIVE...WHAT'S POSITIVE IS DEVINE SHALL I GO FURTHER..POET..WALT WHITMAN WHAT HUMOR YOU INSPIRE...MY EARS CAN'T HEARYA THERE CLOGGED AND MY SOULS UNCERTAIN..HOW YOUR THOUGHTS..PROCESSES BEING..WHAT'S A PAIN IN DA ASS..DO I SAY DAT..WHATU THOUGHT.. I WAS THINKIN... SHALL WE BE JUDGED AMONG DA THE FRUITS OF OUR LABOR..WHAT BROADEN SKILLZ..PROSPECTIVE..WHAT WEARS THE MEMBRANE AS BOGUS PERCEPTION.. HOLDS ME ACCOUNTABLE...BUT..CLAPS HANDS...SNAPS AT MY LYRICS..CHEERSME AS SUCCESSFUL..HOLDIN ON AS BONDAGE..LOCKS VERSE..WOMAN OF HONORABLE MENTION..THE VIEWS...DA AUDIENCE..WHAT APPLAUSE SELF EXPRESSION..WHAT'S VERBAL INTEGRITY...DA FLOOR..MY STATURE ..WHAT LEVELS ME..YOUR EQUAL AMOUNTS..WHAT ANSWERS YOUR BOTHER...RETURNS ..SPREADIN DA WORDS.. THANK YOU...DALE MASSEY

GIVE ME YA LOVE/ HARLEM REINISSANCE

THE STREETS CARRIED A WATCH FULL OF WOMAN AND MEN ON HARLEM'S MAIN..FRAME..MY CHURCH CALLIN ME AMEN...MY SYMBOL OF LIBERTY ..MY FIST..MY COMMANDS..MY SPEECH...BY WAY OF ALL SOLDIERS IN BATTLE..ALL THE WARS FOUGHT...WHEN I ERUPTED..WHEN I GET TUFF..WHEN I SEE U BEAT DOWN MY DAUGHTERS..WHEN U BEAT DOWN MY WOMEN...WHEN ALI SAID..SALAM MALAKIM..WHERE SHABAZZ WAS MY CIRCLE..ON 125ST AND LENOX...WHEN NIGERIANS SOLD CREATIONS..BEADS..LUCKY BONES AND BANGLES..THE GHETTO OF HARLEM..THE TONE OF CULTURE..THE SMILES OF BROTHAS..DA APOLLO THEATRE 2 SYLVIAS SOUL FOOD..WHERE I USED TO WORK AS A COOK..MY PRAYERS AT NOON..MY CYPHER..ELIJAH MOHAMMAD...UNTIL HE DIED...CLOSED AN ICON..ENDS MASONIC LITERATURE..CHOOSE A LIFE AS A MUSLIM'S WIFE... STATED MY KORAN..WITH SILENCE AS MY MENTOR..I WORE A LONG DRESS..A TURBAN ON MY HEAD..I LIVED A SELAH LIFE...WITH NO CLOSE ASSOCIATED BUT ..MY FAMILY..THAT WAS SELAH..NO DRINKIN ..SMOKIN...THE TEMPLE WAS MY HOME..MY SOUL...BAC IN 96..HARLEM MY RIDE TO SCHOOL EVERY DAY..AT THE HARLEM LIBRARY ON 135TH IN LENOX...WERE MY SISTAS AND BROTHAS AWARDED ME...FOR EXCELLENCE IN CREATING CHILDREN'S CRAFTS..WHERE I BECAME AN LICENSED CHILDCARE WORKER..FOR HEADSTART IN NYC...IN ALL I'VE HAD THREE OCCUPATIONS UNDER MY BELT..A SALON OWNER...A CHILDCARE WORKER.AND LAST BUT NOT LEASE..A COOK ..WHICH NOW MAKES 20 YEARS..IN ALL MY ENDEAVOURS OF LIFE..HARLEM TRAVELS WAS MY BEST EVER...I MET REAL CULTURE..ABSORBS KNOWLEDGE OF AFRICAN LIFESTYLES..LEARNED GOOD EATIN..THEY TAUGHT ME ABOUT BUFFALO MEAT..A FAVORITE OF AFRICANS...AND HOW 2 MAKE MONEY BEADS.."BONES"..AND WRAPS FOR MY HEAD..WHICH I LOVE..ALL THROUGH MY EXPERIENCES..I'VE BECOMES WHAT'S EXPECTED OF ME...A SISTAH WITH A NEW FOUND ADVENTURE...LEARNING HOW 2 ACKNOWLEDGE HARLEM BLUES AND MY COUSIN'S AWARD WINNING DINNER..AT THE COTTON CLUB..NOW THAT WAS RAGETYME..COOL..HARLEM..MY NYC...A PART OF CULTURE..WELL GROUNDED IN MY LIFE...CREATE

DIPLOMACY

HERE STANDS A DOCUMENT...IT REACHES THE CLOUDS SO HIGH ..I CAN GRAB A HOLD OF IT... WHEN MY TINY LITTLE FINGAZ START TO DEVELOPE..THROUGH WEBS UNFOLDIN..I STRETCH THEM WIDE AND OPEN MY EYES 2 NUCLEUS..I GENERATE THE WISDOM...FORM ARTICULAR MOTIVES..I BUILD MOUNTAINS WITH MORE HILLS AND VALLEYS..WHERE..THEY COME ALIVE..SCOPING..LIKE A MICROSCOPE...IN CLOSE RAGE..MY IDOL WILL BECOME THE BEAUTY..THE STREAMS THAT RUNS THROW LIFE..LET AGED PRODIGY..I GROW WITH LOVE FOR MY COUNTRY..THE ROCK RESTORES WHAT TRANSFORMS ITSELF...BUILDS BRIDGES..I CROSS... I BECOME SHAPED AS DA KNIFE WHICH CARVES IT'S MEAT..WHAT DESIGNS A BEAUTIFUL IMAGE OF MAN...HIS BIRTH...HIS CULTURE..HIS BODYTYPE...I'LL BE STRONG...MIGHTY...FIT FOR SKYSCRAPERS AND MONUMENTS OF TOMBS IN EGYPT..THE SPHINX..THE SAND WHICH SCATTERS.. THE WIND THAT BLOWS I'LL CONTROL..WHILE LIVING..SPREADIN AMONGT THE CONCRETE LEVERAGE OF TIME...THE INNER SELFOF GROWIN..THE FOURTH GENERATION...WHERE YOUR WORLD LEFT U..A MINUTE 2 LIVE OR DIE B 4 A NEW IDEA BECOMES A SECOND..COMING TO SHATTER..WHAT EXPLOSE...CLOSE THE BOOK OF LONG DAYS AND NIGHTS..GIVEN BAC..WITHOUT A THANKYOU.."DA BLACKMAN"..WHILE YOUR WALLS PLEADS FOR MERCY..WHAT LOOKED AWAY WITH NO NAME OR CURRENCY..NO IDENTITY...NO DIPLOMACY...THANKS FOR NOTHING..DECLARATION.. OF MY IN-DEPENDENCE..WHILE WEBS OF FINGAZ..MADE 2 ORDER..LIVED DEATH WHILE MAMA WATCH...WHAT'S BLACK..BEAUTIFUL..BORN..GONE..WITHOUT SUBSTANCE OF LIFE WRITTEN.. I'M SIGNED WITH "INVISIBLE INK".."WHAT'S MY NAME"?...ASKED.."THEY PAUSED".. I THOUGHT SO...CREATE...

THE FLOW

WHAT WITHERS THE HEART FROM LOVE...DIGS INSIDE...TAKES WHAT FEELS IN DOVE BUT...WHAT REMEDIES HOLD AS HATRED...FOLLOWS THE SOUL...CAPTURES WHAT' DEVINE. RELIEVES TOMORROW'S DREAMS...LEAVES THE PAST BEHIND..LOOKS FORWARD...WHERE MY LOVES FINDS...FOREVER...MAN..ONE WITH WOMAN..CALLED INFINITY...U..KNOWS NO TIME...GAVE ME COSMOS...HEAVEN WITH NO DEATH...FLOATIN...LIVES ETERNALLY YOURS..FLAGS ME DOWN...WHERE MY LIBERTIES TOUCH AND SUDDEN CRIES..HAS NO TEARS LEFT..WIPES WHAT'S DRY..WITH TISSUES IN HAND..U...A LIFE..WHAT GROWS..ACHES BEYOND UTOPIA...WHAT FLOWS..OUR LOVE..THE AQUENTICE..ME...CREATE

SWEPT ME... UNDER DA RUG..

I GOTTA A STORY..IT'S NOT GOOD...I SLEPT ON MY RUG...LEFT A STAIN..A RED TOILING MISCHIEF OF CRUELTY..IT BLEW ME FROM INNER HOSTILITY...FOUGHT THE EVILS OF MAD MAYHEM..TEARING UP CITY INSIDE FROM.. MYSELF BEING A TOPIC OF STINCH...SMELLIN A NIEVE PERSON..BEATIN LIFE..WHAT WANTS 2 SEE ME DEAD AND GONE FROM RUGS..A PLACE I LIVE..WITH NO CARE 4 MY NOBLE EXCESSOR..DA KING..WHO DENIES ME SON..HE PRETENDS.. THE OWESOME GENE..LEAVES ME LEAD..ONE STONE TURNS IT'S CASTLE..LOOKS BENEATH THE SHALLOW WEEDS I BREATHE..KEEPS IT'S SMOKE..THE ROYAL VANITIES OF NEW BIRTH..CLOTH IN RAGS AND SHARES NOTHING BUT SEEDS..THE DROPPINS..LEGIONS OF DA STORM TORN..MY RUGS ARE IT'S CLOSURE AND MY FEET WEARS IT'S FABRIC..WEAVED...SOWED .. MY LEGACY...A KNIGHT IN A MOAT..WITH AMNESIA...A MIND CROSSED..WITH NO HOME..SO BEAUTY MAKES IT'S WAY THROUGH...CAPTURES LOVE..SWEARS ME IN2 PRIZE POSSESION..I GRACE WHAT BECOMES BLOOD AND SPECTICLES...DANCE ..WHILE JESTERS LAUGH..PLAYS DA FOOL LEFT ON DA KING..A NOTE THAT READS..HE IS THE SON OF MERCY...LEFT ON A RUG..WITH RED DEVISTATION..WOUNDED BY NEGLECT...FIND HIM YOUR LOVE AND KEEP HIM YOUR CHILD...WHERE BITTERNESS GRIEVES IN POVERTY..FORGETS WHO IS LIFE AND HOW IT BECOMES A CROWN..U KNEEL B4 LORD..WHAT LIFTS IT'S RUG 2 B FLESH..BLOOD..THE COLOR OF KING SOLOMON...THE BIRTH OF SON..RESCUED..GLORIFIED...KNIGHT HIM..ANCESTOR..BLOOD RELATIVE...HIS MAJESTY..CREATE