Soul Capturing Track/Dreamereality Rant

This song goes out to those pursuing a dreamereality!!!

A thought has been flowing out of my head as I am listening to this song:

There are those who engage art to escape from their reality. Something like music allows them to close their eyes and close out all the troubling things in both the world outside and the world within. Then there are those who use music as a means of escaping towards their reality. For them, music would be something that enables them to engage, empower, express, and enrich both their inner and outer world so that the two can be integrated into one state of being. Most people seem to be a mix of both these two types of people. However, I believe at the core everyone tends to lean towards one type.

I have realized that the core of me is the latter type(through for a time I was living like former type). It is because of being that type that art has taught me how to make the surreal real, and to make the impossible possible. Art has showed me how the paint the picture of the person I honestly am. It has guided me to mold meaningful moments as if they were music. It has propelled me to present the most personal parts of me into poetry. And as art has enlightened me to elevate my state of being, a collision between my dreams and reality has occurred, forging in my life to become a dreamereality- A state where your dream is your reality and your reality is your dream. The song above has brought me to a single conclusion: Your dreams and your reality can be synonymous if your thoughts, words, and actions align your life to be as such.

That is why I dedicate the song above to those pursuing a dreamereality life. I hope that you continue to strive for the reality that is your dreams!

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Tonight Speak Life Storytellers will be performing at the shadow lounge. If your interested in having a good time with live entertainment, hit me up. Tickets are $5 at the Doors, $3 dollars through me. We appreciate you supporting us. - Speak life

Sewer Slang

So I meant to say quotes instead of "rotes", and I definitely said my name twice for no reason at the end. But anyways...this is from a while back. Always feels good when reciting these lyrics. The lyrics are talking about the music industry(particularly hip hop) and plans of how to change it for the better.

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

BE free

If you want to be mental free than just be. I'm NOT talking about being like someone else, or BEcoming the person you think you should be now. I am talking about building from who you are in the present. For to build away from the person you presently are is like building a house while falling down from a cliff. Even if you finish it, it will only hit the ground and crash into little pieces. In short, if you want to be mentally free than just be.
The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Morning Meal

Life lacks no beauty
beside you being a part of it/
The ocean of my emotions
I'm about to throw the ark on it/
The Stark dropping sparks of eggs scrambled/
Into a breakfast that makes you break fast
from stuff that's too hard to handle/
That why I made an eggs escape that's soul scrambled instead of hard boiled/
We need to crack and peal apart the egg-head that are unsoiled/
By life
By living
By the blessings we've been given/
breaking through superficial shells to reach the vision's
my decision/

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Just wondering

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

Will I ever reach the point in my life that I am trying to reach? A point where there's no point in worrying...about my future... about my past... about my present.

...Will I ever get a chance to choose NOT to lose in the battle between self-control and self-indulgence?

Will I ever learn how to do the little things right...RIGHT NOW?

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

When am I going to make that one step

that will signal the moment that I have left my inconsistencies behind, and

moved beyond them towards a tomorrow

where the worst moments in my life

become the biggest myths and legends of

a new era... a dawn of a new age

When will I just get on with it already

so that all of me will be ready to roll

into a new stage of thinking...breath...being

When will I stop only looking...and start soulfully seeing...everything

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

But I don't only wonder about the width of my worries...

I also wonder about wonderfully random things too...

Like...

WHEN WILL WE START USING TERMS LIKE

"cats out of the bag now"

OR

"now I'm in a pickle"

LITERALLY!!

Nah but seriously...

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

When terms like "out of this world"

will actually turn out to be used to express the coolness of someone

who has built...

environmentally friendly flying shoes for their feet that

could launch them into outer space to a place...of their own

And I wonder when your really "feeling the music"

of classical compositions coming from my composer roommate's disposition

when you'll be able to...

physically pat his Steele drum percussion on the back

For a job well done...

while tangibly touching its tones

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

How great it would be if the Lookouts in life got a microphone that could speak to the entire world at once.

Or if just once their could be a day where the entire world could stop and just...listen

Or if the world would be at peace

if we all at once raised our heads to the clouds

And screamed so loud the bermuda triangle fell apart to become...

the bermuda line_____________________________________________
I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

If those who draw lines in the sand_______________________________

realize how quickly the wind blows them away...

Along with our man made plans

OR IF...

If it struck the minds of those in the muck of much war

during those particular past and present timelines__________

______________ that all this time...

The only things many men may have ever truly been fighting for

IS

MONEY

AND

LAND

I wonder if my brain

IS ONE THAT...

others truly can understand

OR IF IN REALITY ALL THIS TIME I...

have only been talking to different parts of myself?

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

About myself.....................................

^...everyone...

^.........................and everything else

BUT IN SPITE OF ALL THOSE THOUGHTS

I CAN STILL

I sit back...

Relax...

And Wonder...

...

...

...

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorcal Artz

Speak Life Storyteller Insight: Stay True to Yourself

An insight on what it means to be the main character of your own life.

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

TV Empowers Me

For a big chunk of my life, I have lived vicariously through my tv screen. And it mostly never bothered me except for once in a while. Because every once in a while, after I would watch a character on a tv show travel around the world for miles and miles, I would realize that all along I hadn’t moved or travelled far at all... weeeellllll, except for that long exodus from my chair,to the kitchen- to get some food, and back to my chair, to prepare myself to risk it all through the life of someone else, while my real life remained without any real life dander.

But I’m exaggerating a little. I mean it’s not like watching tv is literally all I did in my life. In fact, I would say that, I’ve had pretty interesting life. A life with it’s fare share of risk and real adventure. What adventure you ask? Well let’s see... I’ve physically, not mentally, travelled around the world to places like Asia, South America, Africa, The West Indies, and Europe. I’ve climbed up mountains and waterfalls, jumped off cliffs and leaves. And whenever I went somewhere new I would always leave the set path, just like the people I would see on the tv screen do. All in hopes that suddenly...a dragon would swoop down from the sky, scoop me up, and tell me that I was a being from another planet sent here to save the world with my crazy awesome superpowers...

(Sigh deeply) But unfortunately, that is often never what would happen. What would happen is that I would get to witness this beautiful landscape before me, allowing me to escape the great glory that is this mundane and monotone and magic-less life. Cause as long as I can remember, something in this real world, never really seemed right. So I would write...rhymes...that is when I wasn’t spending my time trying to figure out if the feeling about life that I’ve had was honestly real, or if it really was all in my mind. And in the process of working through this mystery, I found tv, was a comfort that not many other things seemed be in the face of this inner calamity.

For I could be a bouncing off the walls type of calm when I was watching a sit-com; Boy Meets World to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air was the very air that I breathed and laughed on. And it was so cool being running home to watch cartoons after-school; from Recess to Doug Funny, to Dragonballz, to Bug Bunny. And what was truly funny about all of that is the fact that all these shows and more would end up, at the end of the day, empowering me. Yup, I said it. Call me crazy, but TV empowered me.

It empowered me to believe that anything was possible.

That with enough heart, and imagination that I could be unstoppable, When it came to making the world in my head, a real world. And this source of inner salvation didn’t just stop there, but was carried everywhere I went. Through my sports (believe it or not I played basketball and tennis back in the day, but not much football. For some reason it just never really interested me), through my art (piano, poetry and rhyme writing), through my extracurriculars (church stuff, hanging with a bunch friends... hanging with a bunch girlfriends.Playa!lol. Nah I’m just joking, had a lot of friends who were girls growing up.The curse of being raised by 4 women I guess but anyway...) tv even followed me through my education.

Actually, I’d say especially my education. Man from elementary school all the way to college, I can’t remember when watching tv wasn’t essentially acknowledged. Their was even an intellectual expansion, in college, of my tv shows and thus life knowledge. For I always felt, that the expansion of the understanding of people, professions, and my own passion rose... whenever I watched a Charlie Rose...show. And I knew what subject I wanted to learn about more when I first watched the show called The Entrepreneur. And the way I judged the life music I loved, completely budged, when I watched Lauryn Hill on MTV: Unplugged. And when I watched the interview from the journal of the guy who wrote... what is the books name... oh yeah, 3 cups of tea/ I could feel limits I had set within me leave as my soul was set free which in fact, if I’m being exact, if you look into the originally intended point of a liberal arts university, you’ll see it goes all the way back to ancient Greece, where the original words for liberal arts were defined...as the art of liberating ones mind which- while I find higher education largely failing at this- tv seemed to accomplish this for me all the time.

But it did even more than that, for my education of self to. Cause when I went through a severe, suicide attempted depression, after I ended my year as a freshman, it came from multiple tv shows that telling someone and getting help was something that I needed to do

...So I did... and today I stand here finishing up my college career, no longer a kid...but a man. A man that, despite dealing with real pains, still managed to maintain my idealism, and still holds on to the imagination of my childhood which today remains, to be a fundamental facilitator of how I strive to pursue and do what makes me feel alive- sharing uplifting stories- where before me is a world where so many are pursuing and doing things that are killing them inside.

Yet ,despite these true story words, I have heard people say that it’s cause of tv that I am so ADD and spacey. That’s it’s cause I watch so much tv that I’m living in a fantasy. That it’s because I watched so much tv that I don’t deal with “the reality” of what society claims this world to be. They even call me watching all this tv a crutch, that keeps me lost and out of touch. Well... maybe that true... and maybe their right... But I have never scene a crutch move someone forward in life this much.

So much so...that out of almost all of my friends I seem to be known as the one who is ignorant enough, crazy enough, naive enough, self-deceived enough, to believe enough...(deep breath) in his dreams, to go after them, as if he has already known what is going to happen, and is giving a spoiler alert to the rest of the world, before the tv show is even publicly shown.

And I do know, cause I’ve watched it on tv already. Through tv God gave me a sneak preview as soon as it was said and done. So you may be waiting to see it on “reality tv”, but to me...realizing my dreams is nothing more... THEN WATCHING A RE-RUN.

The Movement Continues...

- Rhetorical Artz

Haha! I kind of surprised the judges when I knocked over that chair. All good through. Be sure to subcribe on my youtube page and to follow this blog if you dig what I do.

The Movement Continues...
-Rhetorical Artz

Rhetorical TV present: The Rhetorical Cypher

The first of many cyphers to come! Be sure to subcribe on youtube and to follow this blog if you dig it!

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

How to do what you do well: Make time to be timeless

This is a storyteller insight from Speak Life Tv on the value of making the time to be timeless. You'll soon be able to see videos like this and more @ http://www.speaklifestorytellers.com/


The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

The Rap Video Game

The conscience man was contraband, back then he was forbidden/
Until I came in like Contra and unleashed bullets I'd written/

Know that I don't need a counselmen on life video game console/
Cause I got conscience soul control on life video game controls/

Which means I can press save- the final stage of the rap game/
Which means I got cheat codes to change the final stage of the rap game/

Which means I can beat the final boss, the dredded rap shame/
Inserted-my-name, pressed-reset, so-you'll-see-it-in-your-heart's-hall-of-fame

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Birth of a Beast: Introducing Condor Crazion- The Dragon Jester

So I was walking around yesterday, trying to find a new dragon lair for myself, when an idea dragon hatched into my head. The idea hatchling told me that it came from a long line of insane thoughts, nearly psychotic notions, overly active imaginations, and far out fantasies. As we began talking, it became apparent to me that we had to be related somehow. Well it turns out that this little idea hatchling actually came from the same bloodline of Crazions that I come from!

As we talked more, the idea started telling me more about itself. It's name was Crazyonest Crazion. It told me that it was on the verge of going on a rampage throughout the states, cities, and towns of Adomadia unless it was released into the bigger world. It said that it would not be fighting alone, that there were other idea hatchlings from the lineage of Crazion that were ready to attack the lands of Adomadia as well. "Why do want out of Adomadia so badly," I asked, "because", Crazyonest seethed, " This land is to damn small! There is not enough room in here for all of us to grow, and unless I escape this place, I will perish here. Shoot, I we all will die here! We will wither away before we ever get to be expressed!" "But under the law of Adam, all ideas are to be equally expressed," I responded, " That's why the Doorways of Thought were built, to allow idea dragons to exit Adomadia when they are ready. Is this law not being honored?" "Oh it's being honored alright," Crazyonest retorted, "but only for the race of Seriousian ideas. Yet the Crazion ideas like me are trapped in this cursed land til the day we die. Unless we take matters into our own hands, the race of Crazion idea dragons will be no more." After hearing his story, I realized that I had to help my fellow Crazion idea dragons somehow. And I knew exactly how to do it.

It was around that same time that an ally of mine,Rhetorical Artz, had been out roaming the virtual world of the blog sphere. He had been asking me for some time to join his crusade across the blog sphere, but I had always declined. I liked roaming the outshirts of Adomadia, and at the time saw no reason to leave it. Well that was before I found out how my fellow Crazyon idea dragons were being treated. Now that I had been made aware of that, I could no longer stand idly by knowing that my fellow Crazion idea dragons were suffering. So I sent a letter to Rhetorical Artz telling him that I would be leaving the inner lands of Adomadia and would be joining up with him to aid him in his king sanctioned quest. He responded back, saying that he was honored that he would be fighting by the side of such an incredibly powerful ally, and even said that he would gladly give me the title of the Co-Ultimate Swordsmen if I privileged him with my presence.

However what I didn't tell him is that I would be bringing an army of dragons with me! Now my army is big enough to overthrow Rhetorical Artz and start my own quest. Soon I will have conquered Adomadia, the Blog sphere, and the the entire universe! AHHAHAHAHA!!! ALL SHALL FEEL MY WRATH!!! WHEN I AM FINISHED EVERYONE WILL SEE THAT I AM THE...hey that hurt! What was that for!
Rhetorical Artz: That, Condor, was for sleeping on the job. And this (hits Condor again) is for getting here so late. Do you know how long I have been asking you to come here?!
Condor: I already said I was sorry! I was busy serving the king in Adomadia. Entertaining that guy is not an easy job you know!!!
Rhetorical Artz: Well if you want to make it up, quit your slacking and get to work!!(hits Condor one more time, and then leaves. Condor stands up and looks around the Rhetorical Artz blog).

Damn you Rhetorical Artz. Who do you think you are!?! I'll rule this blog one day, you just wait and see. Before you know it, this blog will no longer be called Rhetorical Artz! And when it's all said and done I, Condor Crazion the Dragon, shall defeat you and change the name of this blog to CONDOR CONQUERS ALL!!!

The Movement Continues at...
- Rhetorical Artz

Introducing Rhetorical Artz- The Swordsman

It's the power of the pen

The only sword that I weild

Never yield to those who suggest I should be using a shield

Used to use the eraser as if it was a sheath

To conceal the things I would feel that were hidden beneath

The commercial appeal, aka the armor I had

That would slow down my emotions; happy, angry, or sad

Since then I've shed the armor and sheath, to increase my speed

For I realized the sword is the only real item I need

Most people use armor and sheaths so they don't get cut

The armor and sheath gives them room for tons of "if's" and "but's"

But see the only way to truly push your pain off the ledge

Is to openly show your blade

And be cut by it's double edge

Cause it's not fair to cut others if you don't know how that feels

You can't slice into someones soul

While the slice in your soul's concealed

So may the blade you wield bare witness to the truths in your sight

That way you can never say you weren't right in what you write

IN A SWORDSMAN'S LIFE

The Movement Continues at...

- Rhetorical Artz

Lets make this more interesting

Soooooo since I am basically the only one who looks at this blog (besides the few of you who get this emailed to them you. By the way, for those of you who do look at this blog, it is very much appreciated). So I have decided to make this whole blog thing a little more interesting.

Those of you who know me, know that I have many different aspect of my personality. In fact, I have so many different sides of me that sometimes it seems like a bunch of different Adam's are trapped in one body( I do not have a multiple personality syndrome, I promise.lol). Their is empowering others Adam(The Reigning King), poetic writer Adam(The Ultimate Swordsman), insight ideapreneur Adam (The All-Powerful Wizard), insanely random Adam(The Imaginative Jester), and about a thousand other Adams that come together to form what is the kingdom of Adam James Nicholas Keene.

So to make this blog interesting, I have thought it might be cool to give some of these Adams their own voice. I figure that they all, in a sense, have their own personalities and being that this is a free country, I think that each of my inner Adams should reserve the right to express their own original viewpoints and ideas. Thus, after requesting an audience with King Adam, it has been decreed- by the power of the Reigning king himself- that this blog with now be written by the following 3 Adams:

The Swordsman- Rhetorical Artz:  This is the Adam that all of you know very well. I mean after all, the blog is named after him! He is the guy that does all the poetic writing for this blog.

The Wizard- Cre8great: You know this Adam fairly well. He is the guy behind the insight articles and most of the random thoughts.

The Jester- Condor: Condor? I am sure you guys barely know this Adam at all(at least on this blog). He pokes his head on this blog every so often, but he has had a sore throat for a while and hasn't been talking much. Finally feeling better, Condor will be here a lot more. He apologizes for being absent.

Instead of giving long explanations of these guys I am going to let them introduce themselves to you. I think it will be better that way.

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Who I am

"I Love life" can sum up my overall approach to the day to day. Beyond that I feel like I was brought into this world to inspire beauty and authenticity in the lives of everyone I meet (even the ones I never do meet). I want to empower people to pursue a lifestyle where they can do what they love, make a meaningful living, and make a positive difference in the world around them (everyone has their own way of doing that, just have to discover it). In short, I WANT TO INSPIRE PEOPLE TO PURSUE THEIR DREAMS!!!


Everything I do in life as a speaker, slam poet, writer, emcee, entrepreneur, and cause consultant has that mission in mind. Ultimately I am a storyteller, and my other "professions' coupled with my God given talents/gifts are the vehicles that I use to tell creatively compelling stories with. Stories that go beyond the single human experience, to connect with the shared human experience in a way that empowers and enriches people.


Beyond that I am a Goof-ball with one of the biggest silly switches known to man. One second I may be talking seriously, but blink and I will be rolling on the ground cracking up over the littlest thing (I am easily amused). I am a big believer that the measurement of making the best out of the life we have been given can often be determined by how much we laugh on a daily basis.

I have been known to not be a night time person or a daytime person but an all the time person, a title I hold proudly. Energy is most certainly not an enemy of mine. In fact if you would like some, come talk to me and I would be glad to give you some( through sometimes my energy level can overwhelming).

I love new and innovative ideas (and just ideas in general) in any areas of study, profession, or philosophy of living. I love them so much that I have decided to live out my personal and professional life in the world, art, and business of ideas! That said I am also I big idealist. I believe that people are fundamentally good, and will believe that regardless of how many times I am (and have been) hurt because of it. Part of being an adult is choosing the problems we want, and I don't want one of my problems in life being unable to trust the love that rest within all of us. But that belief doesn't mean that I will necessarily will work with you, or be your best friend. I can love and believe in people from a distance, especially if you give off negative or malicious energy.

Last thing I promise. My goal is to never have a job, but a passion or calling instead. Well not entirely true. Their is one job that I will embrace with open arms and that is being a dad and husband. Don't think anything can be more rewarding than that.

So yeah, that's about it. I didn't plan to make this so long, but hey, I love to talk, I love people, and I love you (whoever you are).

Old Ohene Hit

This is a song that inspired me to keeping it moving in hip hop.

Classical/Hip Hop: Ohene- 3rd Bar Invention

Awesome Freestyle with Mozart music

Soul Filled Music

Simple Advice

MY ADVICE IS PRECISE AND TO THE POINT/
LIVE-FOR-YOUR-TRUE-PARADISE

-OR-

SPEND-LIFE-SAYING-"WHAT-THE-HELL'S-THE-POINT!!"/

 

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Speak Soul

Speak Life Storytellers Speaking Soul @ the Shadow Lounge!!

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

In Those Moments

It's about 2:15 in the morning and I am still wide awake. Wide awake by a thought that I all too often fail to convey. In my pursuit to empower myself and others, in my pursuit to spread positivity through the stories I tell, and in my quest to live life in the most authentic way possible, I have come to a much needed realization:
Life is hard. It's not a fairy tale where everything works out in the end exactly how you want it to. For most people, days are spent more on trying to get by then on trying to "reach for the skys". And that is truly understandable. For there are millions and billions of people in the world (including me) who right now are barely able to carry the scars and strife and struggles that they have already. So how can anyone who holds so much muck within their everyday life, possibly strive for better when their hands are already so full as it is?

I know personally that- despite the pains, setbacks, hurts, and hardships I have faced in my young life- there is one thing that drives me forward for more than what life seems to be throwing at us. It is the one thing inside me (other than what I believe to be a spirit from above) that I keep coming back to. It is currently nothing more than a deeply embedded idea, and the idea is this (prepare for the some night redundancy):

That if we can create and hold on to the opportunities we get for a few great moments in our lives to occur- moments where we are in our element, moments when we can feel our mind, heart, soul, and spirit come together to fully form (even for a second) a snapshot of our true selves- that we can move through life in a way that is truly fulfilling. I don't believe that we need many of these moments. But to have just a few of them- even one of them- and to really appreciate them when they appear, is enough for a truly enjoyable existence.

The next online endeavor that I'll soon be embarking upon ( M.Powered! Ideaz) deals with this very notion. M.Powered! Ideaz is going to be a site dedicated to exploring ideas that give people the power to positively move forward towards a fulfilling life. The ultimate aim is to provide an online space that serves as a opportunity for you to develop, find, and fine tune these types of idea into a way of life. Because with so much crap that we have to face in this place that we call earth, it's almost impossible to thrive, strive, or even survive without something to hold on to. So if you have to hold on to something, it might as well be something that gives you the power to move. Something that enables you to do what you love, making a meaningful living, and make an uplifting impact on yourself and those around you.

That is what an M.Powered Idea can do, and that is what I hold on to within each and every day. And I hope that in your own life, that you can hold on to something like that too.

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Leaving an ancient mark

Before those old fashion and overgrown lizards (dinosaurs) left this earth, they were sure to be discovered and factored into the scale of historical significance. Well I figure that even through I am not old, that since I think like an old soul, I might as well take a page out of their book( through they definitely didn't have books back then.lol).

When the peculiar species of Rhetorical Artz is extinct, I want my bones to bare witness to the heart felt story of why I was hear, and what I was roaming around this earth for. May my fossils forever foster the endeavors of my souls passions, perspectives, and positive energy that I emitted within this worldly existence.

When scientist look at dinosaur fossils, they are able to tell us both what the particular dinosaur ate and how they looked. When scientist look at my fossils, may they see that I devoured food from the depth of love, meaning, and contribution. May they see that I looked like what I felt like on the inside- a fine work of art.

Despite the whole being wiped out thing, I think that dinosaurs got somethings right. So like I have always been told, I will take the good and leave the bad of these crazy beast. I'll particularly be leaving the whole getting extinct thing behind. Not really diggin that dinosaur quality too much.  

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Why I go Wild

Why do I act up?

Cause I am changing for the better

And am bringing attention to it so that the world can catch up

"Realities" Reflections

Take off the hats and chains

Of telling dreamers their insane

Take off the shorts and shirt

Of treating people like dirt

Take off the sock and shoes

Of telling people they'll lose

Now look in the mirror

And ask how that reflects you

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Overcoming the Odds

This is a perfect way of portraying the message that we can reach any height regardless of what may stand in our way. The Lookout(Derek Kelly)- a speak life storyteller like myself- despite facing countless obstacles has continued to overcome and is speaking life to every one he sees as a teacher, a poet, and ultimately a storyteller. I hope that this may inspire you to reach for your goals and push pass anything that may stand in your way.
The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

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- Rhetorical Artz

Go with the flow

Me and my musical family (Speak Life Storytellers) improvising at the Shadow Lounge. Music at this finest!!!


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- Rhetorical Artz

How I got here

When who becomes what, and whats becomes how

And how becomes why not

Where-you-wind-up-elicits-"wows"

Crowd don't always get it

They ask-how-you-got-to-where-you-are-now

You skipped some steps

Answer's not there yet
I'm still breaking barriers down

So I guess if I was to give an answer on the fly

You'd be surprised

That the reason why I got "here" is because...

I never really arrived

The Movement Continues...

- Rhetorical Artz

Life can be appalling/ but so what? Stop stalling!/ tupacing in this life/ still ballin without falling/ from my calling that ive called in/ flow fishing bringing hauls in/ before the perfect storm/ where my poem performs flawless/ the cause is the effect/ that causes people to respect/ what i do/ making a dead art...resurrect!
The movement continues...
- rhetorical artz

Talk is Cheap

Advice, only adds to my vice

Of eatin up what others say like cheese to some mice

Instead of being good to em, I’m just being nice

Which is currently the currency I use to pay the price

Why- do- I- sacrifice- what- I- write- for- others- amusement

When what they say to me with a smile ain’t that amusing

Taking in what they say makes life ser-i-ous-ly confusing

It’s ser-i-ous-ly- to- abusive- for- my- mind- to- even- use- it

Yet- I- tie- it- like- nuse- around- my- head- to hang

Why the hell won’t the world just let me do my thang?

Sayin I shouldn’t ave sang the last lyrics I dropped

And- I-Adopted –your-words

That’s the only reason I stopped

But-no-more-will-I-sacrifice-my-soul- for-sounds-your-blaring

Cause- words-that- your- saying- are- only- based- on-what-your-fearing

That-I-might-just-be-successful

Making life less stressful

My glass is half full

Won’t make it empty for fools

I let people say what they want to say
They want to talk the talk, but they don’t want to walk my way
I would let people try and show me the way
But the blind can’t lead the blind
So they won’t be paving my pathway
Nah, Nah, Nah

I’m always in aw/ in how they look my flaws

Making them so much worse/ then what they actually saw

Com-ing- at me- like-a-saw/ They- cut- into- me- raw

Every cut is colder/ and I’m unable to thaw

These words ain’t geishas

For your entertainment only

I expect you don’t neglect these words

But treat them holy

Cuz their wholy apart of my soul

They console me

To be, calm and control instead of calmly controlled-see

Cause- that’s-how-they- ya

They, tell ya to rememba

To be sure to think first and not lose your tempa

But-they-won’t-tell-how-losing-it- at- times-forms-a-reunion

Between- the-mistakes-we-make-and-what-really-makes-us-human

It’s-time-to-take-communion-with-emotions-that-are-brewing

Blend them into your soul, and feel the renewing

Theirs no rewinding the clock

Theirs no redoing

But-their-such-a-thing-as-getting-back-up-to-keep-it-moving-so…

I let people say what they want to say
They want to talk the talk, but they don’t want to walk my way
I would let people try and show me the way
But the blind can’t lead the blind
So they won’t be paving my pathway
Nah, Nah, Nah

Time to reload

When nights feel so low

And hope can’t be seen with a microscope

I might be able to cope if I had a rope

Pulling me towards some clarity

Cause this much man is clear to me

People in this country are working without a cause

Working 9 to 5 while denying their life flaws

I don’t need a clause to back this

Just look at the people who claim their Moms and Dads but lack the practice

To focused on their practice in professionalism

That they won’t teach their kids how to beat the system

Making them into victims

Lacking the know how

Of how to dilute the pollution that killing their youth now

And if society was a tank, their shooting blanks

Lacking ammunition from those of higher ranks

The higher ranks are those who have some insight on topics

But won’t give a little unless they gain a little profit

I’m not doing this for cash or flashy clothes

I’m doing this so that your souls guns can re-load

So you can decode , this superficial road of false gold

So open up your mind and let life’s mystery unfold

let life’s mystery unfold

So you can decode , this superficial road of false gold

So open up your mind and let life’s mystery unfold

I let people say what they want to say
They want to talk the talk; but they don’t want to walk my way
I would let people try and show me the way
But the blind can’t lead the blind
So they won’t be paving my pathway
Nah, Nah, Nah

THIS IS THE 1TAKE MIXTAPE

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz