Misguided perceptions on music's lessons is causing these addilessons to act without thinking sinking the hopes of the new generation...facing day's of more discrimination and Fucked up accusations...13 year old kids facing drug cases, jumping from different foster places, living like locked up animals in cage's, never mind the different types of race's they dying in all types of ages and blowing up in the face's of all drug capers....growing up to be in a crime mind mentality, educated then graduated to killers and rappers....emulating whats not real so they feel they need to pack steel and are ready to kill over replacement luxuries...There's a problem in our society and it's up to us to open our eye's and realize what we are too blind too see...it seems like our governments running and hiding while our kids are dying...It's kind of crazy, baby's having baby's, father's leaving those new mother's and those mother's throwing there kids in dumpters...Those lucky enough to survive get to watch there spouse live for a dime...forget food they looking for some sort of exilarating ride not worried about there child,but instead living too damn wild...since when did supporting your kid become the weakness of a fool...since when did parenting become so uncool...since when did education become no longer a necessity...I dont think our kids future is really that hard to see...."Anthony 'Tone' Diaz
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Do you know my heart jumps when I hear that sound?Do you know my heart jumps when I hear that sound? My people cheeringMy people laughing in a crowdLeaving the feelings and promoting the healing at least for a moment we get off the shelfor the ceilingOff our knees that bleed kneelingAway from the stealing of souls the stealing of melting gold leaving hands branded burned yet coldAway form the old trying to reform the new school dSupport for the talent that lies in the pavement dream pool .. .. Dreams of Fame .... My worthOne in a million they make you the villainBut damn I got feelingProgressive hearing filtering all of what I see through the eyes that reside in the ides of humanityOh how could this be?That we rejoice to forget we march to regret and we find no self respect in ourselves truthfullyI stand and deliver the truth in me through this pen through this mouth through these eyes my heart bleeds can you hear my soul weepI sink deep into my sheets afraid of whom. I am afraid to be a man because of the responsibility of keeping my-self on that podium high, on that grand standDon't want to be taken down to the sounds of laughter from faces with no mouths and most definitely no earsThose who don't care if I'm hear or not hereI could be rotting on the side of the street in an alley or in a gutter you think they wonder or give two shitsWould probably kick me if they seen me and shitYet these are my critics, not the onesThe ones who love who share my tears and fears just waiting frustrated that one of us can't step up, won't step up to take care of all those who struggle in my inner circle to spread this rush live a fever in the deserts sand stormNow that's love but the winds goneSo who will uplift our gifts when were both scared as shit and all we feel is the limited in the limit less…----"E Sanchez Guilty As Everyday 2007"
Rebirth of the RenaissanceI assemble here in my womb Somnolent with my eyes expansively uncover ( vigilant, watchful with my eyes closed in contemplation ) Submerged asphyxiated in vitality, Eavesdropping on the murmurs the lowering discloses...........Dauntless and stouthearted, Per curiam decsion when I harkened the matriarch's sobs, I sense her suffering as she drizzle our tears over cheap bourbon and cognac-dipped cigar smoke; I strangle with blistering lung. I swig my second hand nightcap through my corpulent straw, Then I collapse asleep again; Awoken when, I overhear mommy crying muffled as the unwieldy wheezier takes her. Clobbering lewdness into mommy......... Hours transfigure into days, days to weeks, weeks to months, months to years, years to centuries so the epoch's hath been listless I await my foyer into mankind........... So dragging it's endured; Mommy's been weeping, Prolonged parting and now it's time..........................................Behold Who does one see as he looks into the mirror, I see a lost soul looking at me No thing of beauty or thing revered; Someone lost in a past deep within the catacombs of last. Surreal ghosts I perceive deep within the eyes Fiery world of emotions hidden behind lies. But veracity one discerns or diversions mind plays Fancy of horror, the ominous intellect sways; Through the black of night; The burden of right, The chains of wrong so strong, so long; A candle falsetto waiting for the inferno to burn; Flickers sweetly in the stale winds of yesterday as another canary dies today. How i long to BE ? I wish this curse uplifted from my name, But the blaze of the flames will eliminate the games.Who am I? " I am I don't care; I dare not cry, for they would only expose transparent tears of shame. So silent rumbling sorrow surrounds, Mahogany eyes heavy drown, as salient crescent saline crystal reluctant tears fall desperately down ones face; A man who had a dream but never got to taste.Oh long I sit and stare in sorrow. Amble through dilapidated dwellings. Ponder boy of the morrows, But as admittances of phobia hit the floor, one bye one; reasons to push on open new doors.Like blacks enslaved fighting to be free, I too will break the chains that binds to 18 years, 4 months And 21 days Even if it puts me in my grave.A warp through the ornate intricacies; right out of my eyes and back into the mirror. I now know what to look for Sophistication with understanding. Yes it's me, Yet I'm not the one in the mirror, I'm the one before thee.I LIKE TO LOOK INTO SOULS PRAY YOUR EYES WON’T LET ME GO I FEEL THAT INTENSE HOLD AND KNOW THIS IS WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR I DANCE ON BROKEN GLASS TO GET A SMILE DRINK THE OCEANS FOR A LAUGH STAND IN THE RAINS JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAMEAND THEY SAY I’M CRAZY AND SO MAYBE I AM BUT FOR SOMETHING THAT SOMETHING IS YOU THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS WRAPPED UP IN THIS WARPED SENSE OF REALITY CALLED LOVE CAN YOU HEAR THE LION SONG I ROAR BUT LIKE A GOLDFISH I DON’T WANT ANYTHING MORE THEN WHAT I SEEA REFLECTION OF BEAUTYTHE REBIRTH OF THE RENAISSANCE 2004 ERIK SANCHEZ