Gut Spilling (for Babygirl)

this girl is really trippin' what she thinkin?
can't just be the Napa she's drinkin'
all these macktivist chumps got her stee straight smitten
now i have ta' write some deep shit in order for her to listen
here i go, whatohu mean to tell me i'm
outta luck? you must be kiddin'
see for all my word's worth best believe i'm no lame
you make it seem like every dude is out there pimpin
but look babyboo, i ain't got time for games
you got my attitude stricken,
we both heavy into the art of chillin'
ready to take part and willin'
to get into some intimate gut spilling
Babygirl i'm sick but you just be illin'
killing my animal instict, that can't be the solution
at this very instance
i'm an open book and offer no resistance
i'll be God damned if you drillin my persistance
i'm persuing, remaining focused and consistent
constant evolution
refuse to be this close and yet so distant
hustling to make us tighter
cuz this plutonic shit is like
having a bomb blunt and no fucken lighter
an artistic style that i constantly admire
can't front can't call me a liar
on some lizard king shit lusting with desire
you burning up my fire, know what i want
even if i lose, i wanna know
that i went down like a world class fighter
its on you if you think im a player spitting game,
i'mma do me say a prayer, and know
that through my actions
you ain't ever gonna forget this poets name.

Aching to be free

I play the role of a revolutionary
this desicion to me not at all scary
don't know if i'll ever meet my halle berry
in it for life son, not temporary
imma be in it till i'm dead and buried
and even in my death the movement i will carry
scaring the system from the cemetary
man i do me like i'm aching to be free
far from a saint, muthafucka keep it gee
gutter like the streets, murdering the beats
my comrades would agree, that my swag got stee
tapping into networks like i was facebook
moving mad masses we got the whole state shookthis the kinda history not found in your school books
took the masters tools now we making all the beef cook
slowly stirring stew, politicians take a close look
whose really the pawn and who's really the rook
on a mission to get back all the shit that they took
and best believe my boy that we chargin interest
pocket checkin bishops and kings, maken'em undress
and it would be in your best interest
not to mess with the people suffering from economic distress
find me a cop press his face against a wall
steady solving problems no matter big or small
united we conquer, divided we shall fall
solidairty my gee, that's how we'll take it all
aint no provacotour gonna make me stall
shout out to my people that be out liberating
you know you doing good if the enemy be hating
the hood thanks them who put in work not just parading
the hood gone murk them who be degrading
yes i stay high, my conscoius elevating
deep in enemy lines and we keep penetrading
we gone win this war in that there's no debating
so it'sin the afterlife that my soul is celebrating

Bet'

in the hood a great philosopher grew
few knew the secrets he hid
was able to prosper throuh
tight verbal experiments, the type
that constantly blew the lid off the cranial kettle
made everything so vivid, well known
always refused to settle
visualized sun, rain and created heavy metal
had a thought process that reinforced
radical method to get at the source
thunderous projectiles always on course
maintained sick rhyme like the main drug pettled
"my palabra is clean perspective from the ghetto"
spit every line mean, objective
always down like, que onda, que pedo?
culture got tooken a wuebo
ancestria orgullosa plasmada en mis huesos
i'll be god damned if you don't find me
kicking it with the necios
life seems like a constant test yo,
i see average y siempre le doy recio
cada decicion en esta vida tiene su precio
to acheive this lifes' riches, bare witness
i envision serious business
deadly lowkey missions
cooking up a scheme deep in hell's kitchen
living a dream till my body no longer twitches
living through an unspoken cosmic religion
skin carries several stitches
one of the many out to help heal the sickness
philosopher observe take action and speak word
fine is the art of striking a nerve
heavyweight sentence
in this life only know to end dependence
i roll with those out to chin check and serve
not reform but straight destroy prisons
freedom fighting menace
philosopher well aware of class struggle
and sweet vengance
perform constant mic sessions on life lessons
forfit my first impression
deep thought is not a new invention
but intelligent philosopher don't say much
hold to much respect for delicate profession
don't know a run on from a predicate
still i'm keeping on with certain class and hood etiquette
and that's till the day of my procession
for real homey you can bet on it.

Biting into my metaphoric lemon cake.

I think of her at random times
like at this very instance
beautiful redundancy
of all who have entered
come and gone
she will be the one to always stand out
i love her like i love letters
sometimes i dwell in cliche emotions
as all poets ocassionally do
but at all times i remember that i do have
my better half, literature personafied
the book that i can't seem to finish
the elusive poem that refuses to be
written down.
the voice that one day recited
verses and stanzas to me in a rose garden
the one who turns me on by merely picking up a pen
or smoking a cigarette,
the only critic that matters
the only bridge i refuse to burn
my equal, i am her poet
we are selfish
distance helps me romanticize
but that's something between she and i
i miss her at random times, like right now
and i make her real by writing a poem with no rhyme
all heart, no pauses, no edits and she is there
and i'm good,
and then all of those who've entered
come and gone no longer matter.

The Ballad of Don Alejo Garza Tamez

Don Alejo was a good man, strong and brave
Sicarios came to his ranch
tried to make him a slave
with his inventory of rifles at hand
Don Alejo began dumping and
4 of those sicarios found their grave
at 77 the old man refused to be a part
of the Mexican drug trade,
grenades began blastin, semi auto's sprayed
Don Alejo stood his ground at 4a.m.
his day was made, screaming here I am
every window shattered,
Don Alejo familiar with the games sicarios played
left the narcos bruised and battered
the hunter became the prey
and the prey was soon slayed
the military came too late as is always the case
didnt even bother to give the bad guys chase
as fate would have it, embracing his destiny
Don Alejo was firing at deaths pace
the 14th of November was when he finished life's race
he went out defending the land he worked
and before giving it up to drug lords
he'd much rather get murked
in 24 hours your land is ours
be ready to surrender your land to higher powers
Don Alejo took a deep breath,
He said, i'll be waiting here
and together we'll all meet death
i'll be damned if you use this land to cook up meth
the smell of gun powder was fresh in the air
in his ranch the military found Don Alejo
with guns by his side dead on the floor
but outside the injured were 2 and the dead were 4
had he been younger, tal ves he'd have taken out more
in the town of Allende in the state of Nuevo Leon
comes the birth of this song,
The Ballad of Don Alejo Garza Tamez, to you
we say so long,
died in a hail of bullets
defending his land in the face of wrong