Well...i have the soul of a young Sam Cooke ...i am a rather ugly brother with flows that gorgeous...a 27 year old architect/designer in NYC and i like people watching. My passion is everthing connected to creation. I love the newly flavored 'Smoothie' Skittles!!! & now I love Dunkin Donuts' White Hot Chocolate!!! Its so nice, yes.
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ON ANOTHER NOTE:
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree//
That everything you see ain't really how it be//
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style//
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile//
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria//
Synthesized surface conceals the interior//
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges//
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin//
You confusin me, you losin me//
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary//
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly//
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception//
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass//
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past//
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on//
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on//
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement//
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship//
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this//
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit//
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick//
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with//
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between//
We either niggaz or Kings//
We either bitches or Queens//
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse//
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts//
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts//
The length of black life is treated with short worth//
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary//
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary//
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal//
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you//
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed//
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive//
Not free, we only licensed//
Not live, we just excitin//
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin//
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained//
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game//
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey//
most of the things that we think, do, or say//
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave//
But everyday, next man meet with the grave//
I give a damn if any fam' recall my legacy//
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory//
Like that y'all
Mos Def - lyrics from "Black Star - Thieves In The Night" from the self entitled album.
