poetry to spoken word and everything in between. For people who want to think poetry in a street way
Sunday, November 20, 2011
NO APOLOGIES
Friday, June 17, 2011
TAFAKARI YA NDUGU
Niambie unacheki mambo gani
Ndoto za kujali halimashauri
ziliishia kwenye chupa ya beer pale Shauri
Moyo
Kijana amelewa hata atalala wapi
mtoi wake amekasirika juu amevunja ahadi
alimshow ati ataquit alcohol
strategy yake tu ni venye atadodge alcoblow
Matha na yeye anadai anaenda meeting ya chama
kumbe ameenda kumeet na clande yake mchana
Generation yetu inadai hakuna works
lakini strategy ni mob za ku-make hizi bucks
watu wanaogopa kuget their hands dirty
but wanataka kukuwa millionaires before wafike thirty
Chali anajaribu kuingiza mtoi wa chuo box
bila kufikiria soon anaweza simama in the docks
akijitetea story ya child molestation
yeye anafikiria tu juu ya Sexual satisfaction
Hizi injustices ni mob siwezi hata zimaliza
intervention tunaneed ni greater hata kuliko miujiza
Wasee flani wanajiongeza mshahara bila aibu
ati juu wanakaa na wanalala kila siku
Ndio hao utawacheki K-street usiku
na wakiulizwa maswali parliament hawaezi jibu
Nakupa moja kati ya mbili ya shida zangu
lakini shida zangu ni mob bado nalilia babangu
juu after hizi vitu zote nimeona na nimehisi
ni yeye ananipea reason yangu ya kuishi
Siwezi forsake bro yangu akiwa kwa njaa na shida
lazima nimek sure poa yeye ameshiba
Najua nimebonga machungu mob nikisisitiza
but baada ya hio yote nataka tu kusema asanteni kuniskiza
Monday, March 21, 2011
CONVICTION
But when I'll be making my bread they wont stand me...up
Right now they say they cant feel me like leprosy
but look out for young homy coz I'm making lines that make you drowsy
with knowledge from the forefathers
Rather than act like a big bother
I give you a piece of my heart and ask you
that you listen to my words first
Just like anyone else, I need love
but not the kind that's offered with the glove
and the imminent mind trauma that seems to be lurking above
I crave the approval of the crowds,
A standing ovation that takes me to the clouds
and leaves me basking in the glory of the chants
and gives me hope for a second chance
on the stage with hopes for nine lives
like the proverbial cat that curiosity maims
And just like the cat was let out of the bag
I wish for satisfaction, which by the way brought the dead cat back
I want to write tongue twisters
that leave your mouth with blisters
words that leave you feeling like you were licking splinters
I want to write songs that feel so right
yet sound so wrong
I want to serenade you with symphonies,
music so good you can make your own melody
and help uplift you from your own melancholy
But everytime I seem to want to do this
someone seems to tamper with my peace
rendering my mind indecisive
So take your chains and lock me away
I said take your chains and lock me away
take your chains and lead me...astray
coz once I stand my ground you'll never see me sway
Just like a giant ebony,I'll withstand all of the
agony that's thrown at me
The pain will make me bolder
coz what doesn't kill you just makes you stronger
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
THE MESSAGE
I see the cause of this mental pollution
But I can’t place a finger on its solution
When kids are constantly begging for direction
That will lead them out of their affliction
So much has been said about religion
But it has only served to bring about division
You see we constantly ague about a messenger
And we forget to listen to the message
Me, I chose to follow the one born and placed in a manger
In order to avoid a future and imminent danger, of hell
For I have an assurance from the Father
Who tells me he will take me further
Beyond my wildest dreams and imaginations,
Rather than forsake me he surrounds me with love
And gives me someone to call my brother
I have a blessed assurance
That can’t be matched even by Madison Insurance
An assurance so great that blood had to be shed
My burden of sin so great that a price had to be paid
You may choose to pelt me with stones
Or clobber me till you see my bones
But I must say to you, do your worst
But before you do, listen to the message first
I call him Jehovah, you call him Allah
And all we aim to do is turn haters into lovers
So I ask you this, who do you believe in?
Answer me that coz at the moment am grieving
Because of the reflections in the mirror
Which tell me that the end is getting nearer
LOCTA
His fragile heart lays broken by the jagged teeth of life
He never saw it coming, never fathomed the possibility
It was like the boredom of purgatorial souls
forever languishing in the miasma of regret
But was it his fault to have loved and lost?
It was better than to have never loved at all.
The acid tears run down his flustered cheeks
as the gargantuan headaches pound away unforgivingly
The dusty dungeons of loneliness beckon to him
He feels no objection as he edges towards the black light
It was an Armageddon of the heart
And the chubby angelic cupid seems to be dead
But then the spirit rises like a phoenix
From the fiery aftermath of its consumption
Confidence bursting like sore wounds
that are popping from the ripeness of recovery
The cruel world is his playground
And he will rule it like an 8th grade bully.
Not taking any prisoners on his forward march
towards supremacy of the heart and soul
Because he has learnt to trust no one
But his unwavering, irreplaceable and devoted self
A NAKED MIND
Stripped and hosed down
My thoughts are blank, like a blind man trying to see
My mind is in a constant state of need
A need to be free of all that makes me think
I want to be naked, yes, I said naked
But not in the sense of the physical, but the mental
Like sweet poetry recited on a heavenly instrumental
A naked mind, lost in ancient time
Blessed by the words of the divine
I was born free,
But the roots no longer compliment the tree
I leave my wicked ways in search of purity
And a kingdom of tranquillity
So as naked as I came, as naked I will go
Drop knowledge that leaves the world unbalanced
And portray me as unequalled among those that seek
the same mental freedom