Smile (Gloria Carter [24]

Love is love,

it’s not that complicated,

Love does not care what color or sex you or your love is, because Love is all inclusive it doesn’t discriminate,

Love is colorblind,

Love Sees No Color Love wears Cross Colours jumpers, Love is abundant, just ask Russell Simmons or Gloria Carter, or her baby Jay Z or anyone else who is an authentic Lover,

Love is unconditional & it’s available to everyone, regardless of class social status religion region creed or color,

it’s okay to feel good, smile you deserve it, dedicate yourself to love, believe me it’s worth it,

you get what you give so give 100% pure unfiltered raw love,

remember to forget & forgive them, even if they’re not perfect, because no person walking this earth’s surface is,

but you can still find yourself a good girlfriend or boyfriend, as long as you’re willing to work with them,

& you two can still be your own version of Bonnie & Clyde, can still be in love & serve each other in service with purposes,

there’s wisdom in these verses here,

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modern day scriptures for gangstas & hipsters,

they don’t call him LaLux or J-Hova for nothing,

no fronting true strength requires no crutches or addictions,

just enough Dedication as Lil Wayne to get to 10,000 hours, as laid out well by Macklemore or Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers,

a Master of Self a Bastard from Hell, dirty as hell but he cleans up well, owns all his own Masters,

& you should probably own all yours as well,

well,

the floods are coming, there’s some prophecy for you, either ride the Tidal wave or get washed straight away, washing the straight leg green jeans clean so there’s no proof,

only proof is us see our success & ourselves are Self Evident, only witness is God won’t testify against business interests, the evidence is obvious see we are all sovereign entities, you are your own country so you are your own president,

a one person army a one person president,

who roams the whole globe everywhere’s their residence, channelling these visions into verses of the present tense, told you before I’m not a business man I’m a business, man,

I lament my heart strings on my sleeve like a laminate, or rather a VIP lanyard lampin in the backstage backyard,

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drinking black & green tea in the back of the green room, leave me alone let me be need to breathe to let my guard down,

on tour with God I’ve got all the proper credentials, along with other essential Inventors & all our odd inventions,

sure we’re a bit over zealous & you’re a bit over jealous, but that’s no excuse to be rude in a suit to dudes in mascara, don’t harass us & ask us to see our Backstage Passes,

you’re asking like an ass with no class should be embarrassed, bruh back up yes we might monkey around,

but rest assured we’ve got gorillas that’re killas around us,

for real bruh I might be the first white guy with Rocafella, like Fritz Pollard was the first black guy with Rockefeller, interesting how the pendulum swings both ways, how the sunny days come after the stormiest weather,

dedicated & down for whatever, willing to not hesitate, never late, go to work hard now & wait to take the credit later,

because I...

Son of A Gun in The Wild West [33]

Culture Vultures dining on the carcasses,

of unsuspecting artists who recently departed this, culture that acts as if everyone is targeted,

& surprise, we are, whether bisexual or bipartisan,

or both no vote only the onset of consumer communism, swimming in a mainstream socialist monarchism,

a subconscious stream of consciousness, consumed by a constantly contradicting,

condition of post modern consumerism,

an avalanche of retail therapy & the avant of avant-gardism, doesn’t have to be a better product or improved edition, just has to be better packaged & effectively marketed, sold our souls for glitter not gold the ego is an extortionist, don’t own anything anymore not even our own cognizance, lost every investment like back when The Great Depression hit,

just look at what the mass media market did,

our collective memories & ancient traditions all but forgotten, rewired genes in designer jeans on intoxicants, symbolizing a degenerative disease like Parkinson’s, want to end this madness but don’t know who started it, so who can we blame but ourselves in all honestness,

as we absorb Virtual Reality & ignore Actual Reality we slip,

into a vivid collectively created occultism of Oculus, Rift we drift into thee abyss of dark indifferences...

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Neglecting the blueprint,

everybody’s a studio gangsta these days just ask 50 Cent, ethically bankrupt lazy played daisies too spent to invent, futilely trying to copy Jay-Z’s original Blueprint,

but no body has a DJ Clue what to do or where to begin, nor a Ty Dolla to spare still everyone’s got their two cents, all opinions given without consideration for common sense, no motivation or wisdom taken from the Grand Architect, what good is giving good advice if no one is taking it,

or even taking the time to listen they just dismiss it quick, showing off trophies boldly donating charity checks, acting like champions we bare & beat our chest, wearing fool’s gold & blood diamonds to gain respect, sitting on the throne but we’ve won nothing yet,

honestly it feels like we haven’t even started yet,

still we feel exhausted from this rat race for dominance, slaves of an alien race hand on hearts we pledge allegiances, with our unquestioning obedience & faux pas ambiance.

& it’s all almost over for our entire empire,

so every moment better cherish it,

bleached white robes with Chipko sandals,

we hold the reins to Her Majesty’s chariot, whipping the 500 horses to a froth with no compassion at all, our Kings are all Pawns & our Princes are the pettiest,

whipping in a Cadillac crashing into a pole then walking off, driving in the fast lane living the fast life gets you buried quick,

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so I try & pace it & not get too wasted still I feel very sick, seems like it’s time to go but honestly I’m not ready yet, though when captain screams “You move too slow sailor!”, that’s when the times up & it’s time to depart this ship,

but you can’t rush good art & I’m an articulating artisan, so I keep being an artist until departing on a martian ship, artfully getting away with The Heist of the day no pardonin’, in a constant state of affairs is why I haven’t married yet, which of course means no divorce from any or all of this, so I continue to translate transmissions without prejudice, love is star crossed & colorblind in it’s...