"Young Atlas"

Young Atlas
a young man growing old trying to save the world's soul one baby at a time, one lady through his rhymes and all the lines that bow down in-between
Everything is obscene on the video screen as teams of writers come up with a scheme for something new to shame our creator
Not trying to be a hater
neither a martyr
While we worship Alize' and Cool Water colonges, I pray that these words are on point
Because this joint is about my life
My plights
My reason to fight
And if not for Curlie Mae, with the creator channeling through her, there would be no reason for me to write or sing
Young Atlas shall always do his thing bearing a cross the he doesn't need to bare
people mock him and stare, but if he could muster up enough reason to care, then he would share his feelings with his love
He then could take the chains wrapped around his heart and start living even though he's told he's set apart, but he's not driven to be a leader even though he wants to be...
To touch hands with the heathens and saints
Comfort those that wallow in the taint of inquity
To release these people who have fallen by the wayside and lost their stride, unable to get up again
He wants to be a holy soldier and all he wants is to be a friend
If we're troubled then our souls we could mend and keep ourselves uplifted until we are better
Then forever we'd pass it on to the next brother and to the next brother and to the next mother to birth creation
but mind and body must be patient
Soul must be willing because we'd be dealing with endless machinations of Lucifer through our skin,
We should strive for better things, but we should start from within
Young Atlas
Young Atlas
laid upon like a mattress in cheap motels oh the many stories he could tell of crap that wasn't meant for him to feel
So he steals time with his words to set his soul free and the anger in his flesh to be released so that his mind could be at peace and finally put this world down from his tired shoulders and start to live

:)

Life shit

Temptation is a true sensation that I feel on an everyday basis
It traps me in this stasis field that feels almost 2 real 2 feel on my darkend skin
I pleases me like some tainted gin making me forget pasts sins that I committed when I can remember when
Then comes out my mouth that I am a child of down south values like the fakers, posers, & crazy fools
I've been used as tool 4 most of my life as in the essence of right & 2 shine in the glory & light of something greater than myself
As I take my steps & as I fight 4 breaths ,my thought process becomes inept as this brokenheart becomes prepped 4 the real world
Obsessed with all types of girls & women,making the transition from girls 2 women and where my mind is living, life keeps giving me...
Giving me the blues,
Giving me the fools that keep me on my toes,
Giving me these hella -flows with these broken hoes with open-toed shoes & bad breath
So I watch my step as a voice tells me 2 get ready 2 enjoy the ride

:)

Southern Ramblin's

I cuss and fuss until my heart can trust this rush of true emotions it's like the oceans of the 7 just like it(oceans of emotions get it?)
I can say shit as soon as I can buy shit almost like I might try this upon the clearing of my head
Speaking of what I said 2 what I mean
Oh how I crave 2 b on the scene in a place called New Orleans something fierce like a triple double
lost in this world with a mind full of trouble
Often confused with a child who has been abused & whose heart has been misused over & over
I shoulder the name of Mr. Dobermayne as my niggaz laugh at my pain it's chillin' 2 my bones like I was in the pouring rain
It often makes my soul feel spent as I make a recompense on this sheet of paper in this book
My outlook on life is far from being right as I have begun my fight with the angels and the demons who are at war
I begin 2 explore the parts of my soul that hold my very being together
wish I could b at peace forever, but that's something inside my dreams, something inside my schemes that never seem 2 work out
I may scream & shout
whine & moan
sometimes I may feel so alone 2 the point that it starts 2 affect my bones, but being a bitch ain't what I'm about

:) one

If I could only get the visions of ass out of my head long enough I could tell U my tale
a tale that I have told both the young and old in cold weather & even sunshine
U know I'm lying 'cause my dick keep jumping, U know, 'cause I like humping on something fierce
As my supplications pierce the inner U, the inner truth hurts worst than a 12 round burst from an AK-47
And even if I make it 2 heaven, it may still burn my angelic flesh, interrupt my earthen rest causing stress amoung the planet and stars
How bizzarre is it when someone says that shit! It comes from a rattled mind that just won't quit shit maybe one it'll all b better
Scratch that, because never will I see the day when things will start 2 play my way & my heart won't begin 2 stray & betray the essence of it's creator

:)that's it! Hope u understood it!

I am chosen 2 be spoken word
had you heard of a "greatdayinthemorning" You'd be blind like Steveland Morris, but perceptive with your blind eyes seeing clear
holding fears in the palms of your hands like rose petals kissed softly by the morning dew
I'm asking you not one thing, but I tell you things to see what comes about
What awakend thought brings
2 b conscious 2 many ideas brimming 10- fold cold & calculating, marinating with good intentions
paying attention 2 the dimensions giving slack 2 where there is tension
I mention not my father & his son, the martyr to whom I owe so much, but I am unable 2 repay
STAY
Be still & be real 2 yourself & 2 those who are in your circle and even though you love them, they'll hurt you
even though they surround you, they'll desert you and you must be strong
Your faith must b long & tested like the hardest metal & your courage up 2 par by far
English man running with an american accent & black skin like an african
the souls of my kin no longer watch over me 'cause we've moved 2 far from the old teachings


:) go b a role model 2 someone 2day

"Like Laryn told me..."Or "I just wantchu around"

Foolish when sleepy
cold, cold words creep meeasily when my guard is down
I just wantchu around
around my nether regiions, lips around my pleasure regions 'cause I need pleasing
unceasing and unending
quality time spent spending time in your lover's embrace
having your eyes memorizing every inch of your lover's face
Bliss in the kiss & passion no longer a distraction, but a driving force for the course of action
There is an askin' for touching for seduction & soft rubbin'
No, we're not clubbin', we're staying at home
while we're listening to Luther Vandross, I'm listening to to you moan
I just wantchu around
You say that I'ma clown with my words,with my mouth and tongue
I speak into existence my daughter and my son
Blessed be the child that's got his own home, car, & family just because it's meant to be
But you obviously mean something to me 'cause I see us together eventhough you're so far away
I hope I don't hurt you & never would I desert you
I'll hold you down
Because... I just wanthu around

:) Luv 1, Luv all

"ruby red"

ruby red lips
fantasizing about her her beautiful ruby red lips
thinking about her hips & everything inbetween
she treats me so mean
don't wanna let me love her or touch her or letting me taste her lips
taste her kiss
She's scared 4 me 2 b inside her
or 4 me 2 lay beside her
4 me 2 even touch her hand,as I understand, is something of taboo
she is my truth
she's my forever constant
but she's not in love with me
not any more
I haunt her like a ghost that peeks in through the shadows
she usta moan when I stroked her with my eyes
we realize that this would b our last time being as one
naked bodies burning together being caressed by the sun
lost in one lonely act of a love
before the one soul becomes 2 souls that seperate with but a glance and take off 2 start brand new lives
But nobody ever says it's easy


:)holla!!!

"I gotta get free 2 times"

I'm feeling like crap right now and people keep askin' me how can I be the way that I be
2 see the fucked-up shit that I often see
I gotta get free 2 times 2 ride into the sun
Clinically down and depressed
stressed, but so blessed I should be dancing on rays of sunshine
who cares if some chick won't love me, hug me, and fuck me...
'cause she never loved me so why should anyone?
Girls wanna tell me 2 come in
come in
Cum into this den of sin
partake until your back breaks, until the sweat is raked from forehead 2 back scratched like
the fever of the 7 year itch
There's a twitch in the eye of society while questions of my sobriety still loom
It consumes me
yet I still gotta get free 2 times 2 ride into the sun
New stories have begun while the old ones have died
Though the old ways in the old days were implied
In these days the ways are no longer tried
Tell me what went wrong Martin, Malcom, and Stokley?
'Cause shit back in tha day black was the race 2 be, now I can't see where everything went wrong
From our scholars 2 our love songs
Blatant sexual content that comes across as nonsense, but forgive me my creator for I pass unjust judgement
young ladies speaking of their "goodies" and strange hands in "gucci bags" with black queens comfortable being old hags
It's unjust judgement
yet my heart plummets something could never understand
Peace we wanna teach, but pain and chaos are things we preach instead of love
More glorified thugz and midnight strippers and it's more than the bumps in tha night that'll getcha
That'll hitcha when backs are turned tryin' 2 score score some new ass
I'm set apart in the old class as the new school acts a fool and proceeds on into ruination
screwing a whole fucking nation of babies having babies that's having babies
MAN, THIS SHIT HERE IS CRAZY!!!!!!
But it's all in tha way u see 'cause...
I just gotta get free 2 times...
Just 2 ride into the sun

:) ONE LOVE!

Crazy intangible
Full-fledge mandible and demandable speakings
shit is leaking from outside the outsides of man
No longer with my clan
cause my peers are drinking beers until the human computer is useless,hazy and unclear
my fears are blown in the wind
My mind wants to rewind again and again and again 2 when friends were there in the end and family was tight like glue
Back 2 the old days when love was true like Converse canvas sneakers running up and down concrete basketball courts
jumping jacks in P.E. shorts with army boots on
I'm just trying 2 find a place in which I do belong
A place where good lovin' is abundantly strong and it's long like the eyes try 2 see and her thong is the only thing that coould keep her away from me
We'd fuss and cuss, but love is just...
Pure and Whole
for the mind,body,and soul
Soothing like r&b, gruff like rock-n-roll, but I would have a little peace and the bad voices in my head would cease and the bad choices I've made would no longer sit in the creases of of my brain

:) peace!!!