SIMPLE WORLD

Robert Glasper Experiment – Call feat. Jill Scott

Sunday Vibes for those who have someone they can call on.

We are on an adventure of a life time
We sleep so the dreams come
Beyond reality to find the perfect state
Losing control, the journey is far from incomplete
So head out and find your keys
Jingling on the railways
Before the train approaches, it waits
Formulating paths, ending all turbulence

Zombie

The soldier holds the gun
His hands bleeding blood
His eyes seeking water
His tongue begging for redemption
Another soul worn out
The sun holding on
Till he remembers
His former name
One lost in the bullets shot

Open your eyes
Never follow their ways
You are not a zombie
You are a leader
Birthed from sin
Break the chains that hold you
Faint from the heat
Clean the sweat
And make justice your birth name

“Unknown,” they might call you
But, only the sun knows your day
The moon showers your night
Blessing you with balance
With a foot on soil,
Walk the earth,
Be unafraid
For fear is your only faith

Too Much Thought

We are here alone
Just me and you
You see their hate
You hold the spite
I feel the same
Why run away?
When I am here
Hoping you would see
I am here,
I see what you see
Confused? I am too
But we can rectify
Our ways, blend our sorrows
Eat into our happiness
Knowing we can worry later
Don’t think
Your mind hurts
I see that
So let’s combine
Forgetting about the pain
Cos, that’s a tale we talk about later
For now, let’s grow

You are afraid, I am too
Why worry again?
When we could make this life
Worth the wait
Babe, we are what we are
As the time passes
You’ll see these lines
And feel my vibe
Speaking my words
Raising your voice
Linear? No
I am further from the ways of deceit
All I want is for you
To return, so we can submerge
Never returning to blank stares you get

Eu-phore-ian soul

The sounds virtual
The keys of black and white
Something rings at the back
Like a bell, it says
Awaken
Arise
My tongue is saying that I am human
But from the hands of God I came
I’ll live that part,
And breathe it till I cease to exist
Reawakening back to my next time

The sense looms around
The story is in everything
Lives show forth
Do right
Maybe you see different
But the balance is there for everybody

Look at the twist
The guided and the free
But there are one or more clouds swaying above
Whether you see or listen
The book of balance lives
In the leaves and in the beginnings of air
Its moves, or sits when the cries lead no where
An oversea, holds the blue and the sunrays
A man walked on water
Amidst the shouts of troubling times
The crucifying stares
Like one had bruised them before
How I can paint to you?
I care but the essence is in time
So I can cannot care
I am getting prepared
Walking the comprehension of the fire
The tic brings back the hit a little louder
Manifesting the stoppage of its being
Miss it and it goes
But the toc is there

Simple World: Longterm Mentality

When you enter the den, you either eat or you become meat. Because after your eyes have been cleared, you see the African smiling and the other Africans imitating, both reflecting the same root but on different paths. To survive you must stir and blend. Living as the neo black man is tough. You try to stand up but they shoot you down with every hook and arrow they can get (knowingly or blindly).

The renewed mind begs you to return to earth back there where air was free. But the reality in you revisits what lays waiting for you back there. So disfigured, your mind accepts this new abode with a little taste of nostalgic feelings.
We are all the same – black people, but the buffalo soldiers here retract and reassess your blackness when in close contact. There is a heaviness in their eyes, one filled with tales; tales that the blacks back home need to hear in order for them to break free from the box of illusion.