Freedom

Throughout life I’ve wondered what it means to be free
To me its to emcee and to help all people see
That if we have freedom it’ll be all we need
So I wait for sunlight as I plant all my seeds
Takin the lead as I fulfill my destiny
To open minds and make this a little more heavenly
Lettin free wisdom in each and every poem I write
Cause if one of us ain’t free then there’s still a war to fight
Usin insight and my sight to these heights that I be movin
Trainin soldiers I be groovin slowly buildin this movement
We improvin movin closer to limits in the sky
Usin these Los Angel wings as we learn to fly
Don’t just try-freedom requires you to do it
And once you’re free then you will never ever lose it
Freedom is love and truth this I guarantee
So we should never stop fightin til we all are free

Bringing Hip Hop Back

I spit this verse so you know what emcees is about
Steppin to wack rappers smackin the gold out they mouth
Nowadays all these cats wearin ice is tomfoolery
Where I come from, only females wears jewelry
So really all I’m doin is demonstratin
How Hip Hop’s innovatin when minds be elevatin
Always creatin genious rhymes and never fakin
Always givin to this culture and rarely takin
Hip Hop to me is more than art, it’s like religion
Openin up vision lyrically dishin while sparkin ambition
All I’m wishin is that real Hip Hop will come back
I’m tired of crunk beats with the same wack raps
They need to come and learn from this Hip Hop scholar
If 50 cent was my student, I’d turn him to a dollar
Make you hollar feelin cats like me
But know all I am is one underground emcee
It be Amado teamin up with the Darkside
With Bryan up and coming, there’s nowhere to hide
Only a matter of time til you no longer feel
Dudes who won’t stop til they got TVs spinin in they wheels
The goal to create more Hip Hop heads
Kick wack fools out the game leavin em all brain dead
I’m sick and tired of all these idiots soundin wack
So the mission of this club is to bring Hip Hop back

Who We Are

This be an explanation of who we are
We got so much light, we shine brighter than the stars
In all the skies rockin pads and pens gettin fly
Poets devastatin ear drums to help you recognize
That these pens turn to swords to make this situation greater
Steadily improving now so we can have a better later
Innovators gatherin around words and language
What we scribe keeps us alive and ends all anguish
Wanna step to my crew, you got some nerve
Don’t underestimate these teenagers, your bound to get served
What we do with words is bring you closer to heaven
The limit is the sky as our potential’s neverendin
Words manifestin to bliss whenever we come together
For the pleasure of this art we give you our treasure
Open up your ears, so you can hear these lessons
The poets are here to teach, so class is in session

A Letter to My Students...

Dear Fill in the blank
On most days
I would fill that in
With my beloved, beloved kids

And on other days
I wanna fill that in with
You lazy fuckers
Sit down!
Be quiet!
Do your work
Stop tagging on my desks
Stop makin fun of my hair
Stop being so apathetic!

But again
On most days
I would fill it in
With my beloved, beloved kids

I wanted to let them know
What they mean to me

Cause all I’ve ever done was
Try to help them realize the truth
That they deserve all the happiness
That this universe can give birth to

And that happiness
Isn’t found in the newest pair of Air Jordans
Or what cool color their ipod is

But in the fact that
All they should ever BE
All they should ever DO
Is pursue happiness

So I try to teach my kids
That the most important thing
In what they want to DO
Or what they want to BE
When they grow up
Is to be happy

And so they ask me
“Mister…
Are you happy…
Do you love your job”
And some days I’m honest
And I tell them
“hell no!”

Then I proceed to tell them
Why that is so
It’s because some days
My soul gets beat down with
So much of their apathy

And their apathy
Has taken me to a place
Where my soul is so lost
Where no matter how much I search for it…
My own happiness may never be found…
Doing this job
In a classroom with them…

Where I question whether or not
This job is truly what I want to do with myself
Because the real reason why I love my job

Is because on most days
I love my kids



And the fact that
It’s so hard for me to check my emotions
At the door that I walk through
Every morning to enter my classroom
I end up wearing my heart
Not only on my sleeve
But across my chest

And when I see
That they are really more concerned
With all the trappings
Of the manufactured values we have
In this capitalistic prison of a world…

My heart begins to crumble

So I want to tell them
Why it is that I love this job
It’s because on most days
They make me feel like
All that I could ever want to DO
All that I could ever want to BE
Is their teacher
And on most days
When I learn as much from them
As they do from me
What more can a person want to feel?

Together we’ve found a little moment of bliss
A moment of perfection
Where the quest for knowledge and wisdom
Reigns over any other desire






So this letter is being written
So that whenever they ask me again
Whether or not I love my job
I want to let them know
That standing in front of them
Watching them wonder
About possibility
About change
About what their life means
And about how there is meaning to life…
About who they are
And what they will become
And about the fact that
Because of them
I have discovered the greatest joy

Then the answer is yes
I do love my job
Not just on most days…
But everyday