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Monday, December 7, 2015

Homeless

Homeless

Sometimes I feel alone
As if I’m out here on my own
Abandoned. No guidance
or old companions
It all feels wrong
No connectedness for which I long
No place that feels familiar,
that feels like home
Even home don’t feel the same
Been gone too long;
everything’s changed
I’m from a different time
that only lives inside the minds
of kids from my generation
before being overtaken
by life I had to eat
in a concrete jungle.
New York streets
had no mercy
Rents absurdly high
even for efficiencies
Had to slide
Detoured to B’more with my B.K. Kats,
but they up in the traps
Couldn’t fuck with that
Had to stay legal
Owed it to my people
Pops sacrificed to much
‘fore his life was snuffed out by that cancer
It took Moms, too
Burned their coffins
Made me and Sis orphans fighting over debt
Wished it was a check
We cool now, but I digress
Always out of place
It’s written on my face
They see it in my style
So many outta state Kats in Harm City
sharing the same fate
Always an outsider
I blame my New York state of mind
My closest friends all hail from outside Maryland
North Cackalacky, ATL and a chubby African
Though I visit, it just feels wrong
I can’t go home ‘cause I don’t belong
I don’t fit in anywhere anymore
I guess I’m homeless.


- HymnAgen 
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Sunday, November 1, 2015

Ghost Writer

Passions burning
beneath my sternum
pulsing like dancing flame
circulates through my veins
feeding rage to my brain
I avenge souls
I take aim
swinging my broken chain
Look into my eyes…
Feel the pain of your victims
those slain by your system
of justice corrupted
destructive to the lives
in your clutches
lives interrupted
feel the burn of my glare
internalize their despair
fuck that old life ain’t fair
shit you kick
cue the violin music
‘cause muthafucka I don’t care
So scream your last rebel yell
your soul is required in hell
Look into my eyes…
Feel their pain - Hear their cries
Drown in the tears of many years of broken lives
and despair...
for I come bringing justice

- HymnAgen
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