FEATURE
See I used to have to do with one piece…
What some couldn’t do with five…
And now it’s time for me to shine…
Best believe it’s gonna be live…
I used to visualize those, “sold out seats,”
Even if it was only in my mind…
And now those dreams have become reality…
GPS…you have arrived…
Continue to do your thing young poet
Oh best believe I know young poet
All those shark infested moats that we crossed young poet
Got us prepared for this very moment
See…I used to have to do with one piece
What some couldn’t do with five
And now it’s time for me to “feature”
Best believe it’s gonna be live
Those who tried to stop you…now they gotta watch you
Wondering, “Hey yo how did he survive?”
It’s like playing that Pac-Man video game in real life
Just…the turning of the time
Feature…that’s just a word to me
Because I FEATURE every time I speak!
That’s like me tutoring kids for 20 years
And ohh now you wanna call me a teacher?
It ain’t my fault that folk were, “Stevie Wonder”
“Blind to the ribbons in the sky”
But see…that’s all in the past though now KnightKrawler
So wipe that last tear from your eye
Plus you gotta make sure the tux is ready
Plus the cuff links…and the tie
And you gotta make sure them shoes are polished
Because you’re about to paint the town tonight
You got the prettiest woman on your arm
You are a sight to see alright
The cameras on you…
I hope you’re ready…
Mr. “I Don’t Need No Mic…’
And your skill is still sharp as daggers
That comes from all that practicing at night
When they all told you you were not good enough
You just smiled…and continued to write
Because one day…you knew you’d feature…
I’m soo proud of you young poet…
Well…that means alot coming from you, “young poet.”
All those shark infested moats that we crossed…young poet
Got us prepared for this very moment
See…I always had to do with one piece
What they still can’t do with five
But now I finally got my five
GPS…I have arrived…
And now…it’s time…for me to feature…
I WROTE A POEM
See I wrote a poem…
Dedicated to those who understand their accomplishments
In a world where…
Pats on the back are seldom
Participation awards are given away TOO freely
Nobody seems to care anymore
Where a simple, “I’m proud of you,” is too far and few
Where none of your peers to the left nor the right of you
Seem to want to move…yet you go on
Excuse me…were you waiting for an ovation of some sorts?
Maybe you need to learn how to clap for yourself you see?
I wrote a poem…
Dedicated to the misfits who never knew there words were worth their weight in gold
When all the while…
There lyrics were always laced in diamond
However…they never understood the value of worth
However YOU need to understand
It’s not the responsibility of another man or woman
To let you know exactly how important YOU are
That is very, very rare
Consider that a gift
Consider that DIVINE INTERVENTION
Consider that the type of person you want to be
Somebody else’s guardian angel
You remember how it was?
When you didn’t have an outlet?
Soo where was that electricity supposed to go?
Be the one you wish was there to clap for you
When those days were dark as night
When nobody understood you
Hell, you couldn’t even understand yourself you see?
See I wrote a poem…YES a poem
Dedicated to those who are just as thankful to be alive as me
Everyday is a page in your life book that turns
And far as I’m concerned
We’re still at the preface
We haven’t hit the introduction yet
We haven’t even hit the table of contents yet
So let’s more on
Let’s push pass those mountains in our past
Let’s “GhostBuster” those demons that lie deep, dark, into our past.
Is it a walk in the park?
“No.”
Is it easier said than done?
“Yes.”
Are you a quitter?
“Hell No.”
So step to it
You define your future and you are the author to your destiny
So you get to writing you young poet you
And make sure…that you finish…your poem…
MUTE
(This piece is simply inspiration that keeps me going every time I perform. One of my signature, “shotgun poems,” if you will. Hopefully this will be able to inspire others as well.)
I spit poetry to those that didn’t
Then later on…gave them a passion to recite
I spit poetry to children
That when older…inspired them to write
I spit poetry to the masses
Gave them my soul for just “one knight”
I spit poetry to the ignorant…only to receive their hate and spite
I spit to countless individuals
Sometimes the crowds turnout was “wack”
I remember when I spit to only two people
And the end of the world wouldn’t make them clap
I spit to people who couldn’t feel me
All they wanted to do was point and laugh
I spit to people who felt my words soo much…
They ain’t even have to clap
I spit to presidents of colleges and made them wonder
“Heyyo…who is that?”
I guess you should never judge a book by it’s cover
No matter red, nor white, nor black
I spit “poetry” to the “poets”
To show we share a kindred spirit
Even though we all walk different lives
Somehow we share connections
I spit to women…sharing my passion
And seen “a twinkle in they eyes”
I spit to women…sharing my passion
And seen disgust inside they eyes
I spit words to my brothers
I guess those words have torn them up inside
Some of my brothers have hated me soo much
They wish that I would die
I spit to crowds of those that envy me
I spit to those who show me sympathy
Sometimes…that’s all that’s needed for…
It only depends…upon the venue
On the Knight
On the evening
I spit soo much…it comes to question
When will I ever spit enough?
Because the applause’s are addicting
And ladies your snaps I can never get enough
I spit to enemies, to friends, to girls I lust
To girls I love
I spit alone sometimes for practice…getting ready for the audience
Sometimes my hand is shaking when I spit
I just don’t let the people notice
Sometimes I COMMAND MY TALENT when I spit
And the mic is UNIMPORTANT
I spit soo much it comes to question
When will I ever spit enough?
Because the applause’s are addicting
And ladies your snaps I can never get enough
Dead silence couldn’t stop me
I’ve spit to crowds that never liked me
The callous looks inside their eyes woke me from sleep
The stares could haunt me
Sometimes the theme I spit…
I guess the crowd they didn’t like
Next thing you know almost 12 years later
They STILL amplified
THEY DO NEED NO MIC!
So if you ask me…if anyone asks me
What would I do if a crowd does not applaud
….
There’s only one thing to do…
The only thing that’s fitting…
The only thing I’ll do…
Is to “keep on spitting.”
ANGEL TIPS
(This piece was written about a young woman who caught my eye when she was onstage reciting her poetry. I couldn’t see her clearly so I was inspired to write this.)
She moves her pen with elegance
She writes her words with style
I’m caught off guard by her finesse
Let me marvel for a while
I wager silk is no content
Although satin is her rival
Her touch it must be softer still
So I’ll marvel for a while
Although I can not see her face
It has to be divine
Perhaps she’ll greet me with a smile
So I’ll marvel at her…for just a while
SHADOWS
(A story about putting thoughts on paper.)
Maybe…I should write thoughts strong enough
To swallow up the sea
Beyond the realm where light is caught
Beyond the realm of me
The story is the same
Although so often still
This name may change
No matter what it’s called
A shadow is a shadow
A thought is just a thought
No matter what I’m thinking of
Creatures that dwell in lands above
Relinquish all thy might
Please save me from conspiracies
That nest inside the night
Visions of moon lighten trickery
Please summon all your power
In order for me just to exist
For one more fragment of an hour.