this ink spillz
to find hollow images
trapped behind faces
without traces
of feelings devine
raptured emotions carried away
left them blind
painted schemes
colors unseen
bottled affection
drowning in sorrow
keeping the past in tomorrow
making now a moment
waisted resentments to deep
to flow n keep it movin
urban jungles
brought wit dead press
dreams flee
to stay alive somewhere
beyond rainbows.
is there no end
to homocidal lyrics
killin babies in cradles n cribs?
death to the sale
of mega churches
on auction blocks
caused by tithes that were borrowed
mosques imploding with suicide
bombs made from fear
callous politicians making
munitions an only means
to fight extremes
the pen is dead falling to entertainments
riddles that just drop in dead silence...

and if this were not enough---

most people just don't care it's the end of the world anyway right?

so bop bop the beat n feel da heat
nigga's drop werdz
to make ends meet/

more???

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder