The Source

I put your mark on my arm to remind me of the source. The prejudice you carried spread like a swarm of locus. It consumed all that was pure and left nothing but skeletons. Your bleeding hands pulled me towards you and stained my essence. So now I were your mark like a scar to remind me that I'm not bound by hate. And that the path I choose will be from a brighter source.

Pound for Pound

We hit pound for pound, pressed by our rage to heat up this moment. Stirred with the motions between right and wrong, neither of us will back down. We should be in his debt and in gratitude, but we are seven strong, He was sick, heavy and alone.

Fall Low

Some days I'll breathe...and realize, It was you...that was breathing all along. You were the rain in my world of sand. When it's dark, you found light. When I'm weak, you came down. The thing is... we never tried. And with you, I'll Fall Low.

Dream to Live

When our family tree was cut down limb by limb, dreams were all we've got. We clutched down with our fingers like the roots of a tree to the soil that once nourished us. We lay there hoping to be absorb into it, make us cold like the arms of the men, woman and children that watched over us...And so we sleep, with our eyes, and mouth shut and wake to nothing but a memory...