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Theres what i say, what u say
and then what happened
through all the he say and she say
the truth is captive
and u can try ur best to ration it
but angers passionate
so u gon say some dirty shit
to those it hadn’t happened with

the immaturity is rampant
in the both of us
and its cramping my vocals up
its damn near exposing us
by breaking down our control
and shakin our souls
cuz its our past that wrote the words on the scroll
its carved in our stone
and therefor its told
and with anger we get bold
the madness unfolds
I try to console
but end up with ur shoulder so cold

so i got arrogant honesty?
its apparent that honestly
ignorance will encompass he
and no female will honor thee
especially
sans vocabulary
with out words there wont be
reparations or apology
the rage infests what should be a sanctuary
then rots and festers till they see
damaged goods on your pedigree

words all thrown away
down a drain
am i so incoherent?
or do u not understand cuz you refuse to hear it?
We gotta learn from each lyric
In the song of the world
And i can read every note
cuz im a melodic girl

so what?
when ur crying inside at night
and conspiring against the light
just remember im taking flight
cause im destined for bright
so all the “favors” you do me
make u prevent to persue me
and act like u never knew me
but IM ok, so sue me
see none of this is new to me
i been there done that, u newbie
stuck on indicative cycles
and play the victim so truly

breathe
i made a mockery
my behaviors a shock to me
I see now i crossed the line
but u drew it after me
SO see?
NOPE you dont cuz it goes over your head
so shut ur pretty tired eyes
and take this with you to bed

-KALAEALLDAY

What it is

Aint what it was
The points are down
But only cuz
We fightin wars
And plantin bugs
We should unite
And plant some hugs!
Seed some strength
Grow some love
Lift up chins
Heaven’s above
Face the bed we made and lay..
Try to snug..
Listen to your children say
“We’ve had enough”

Niggaz are Scared of Revolution by The Last Poets

Niggers are scared of revolution
But niggers shouldn’t be scared of revolution
Because revolution is nothing but change
And all niggers do is change

Niggers come in from work and change into pimping clothes
and hit the streets to make some quick change

Niggers change their hair from black to red to blond
and hope like hell their looks will change

Nigger kill other niggers
Just because one didn’t receive the correct change

Niggers change from men to women, from women to men
Niggers change, change, change

You hear niggers say
Things are changing? Things are changing?
Yeah, things are changing
Niggers change into ‘Black’ nigger things
Black nigger things that go through all kinds of changes
The change in the day that makes them rant and rave
Black Power! Black Power!
And the change that comes over them at night, as they sigh and moan:
White thighs, ooh, white thighs

Niggers always goin’ through bullshit change
But when it comes for real change,
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are actors, niggers are actors
Niggers act like they are in a hurry
to catch the first act of the ‘Great White Hope’

Niggers try to act like Malcolm
And when the white man doesn’t react
toward them like he did Malcolm
Niggers want to act violently

Niggers act so coooool and slick
causing white people to say:
What makes you niggers act like that?
Niggers act like you ain’t never seen nobody act before
But when it comes to acting out revolution
Niggers say: ‘I can’t dig them actions!’
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are very untogether people
Niggers talk about getting high and riding around in ‘els’
Niggers should get high and ride to hell
Niggers talk about pimping
Pimping that, pimping what
Pimping yours, pimping mine
Just to be pimping, is a helluva line

Niggers are very untogether people
Niggers talk about the mind
Talk about: My mind is stronger than yours
“I got that bitch’s mind uptight!”
Niggers don’t know a damn thing about the mind
Or they’d be right
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers fuck. Niggers fuck, fuck, fuck
Niggers love the word fuck
They think it’s so fuckin’ cute
They fuck you around
The first thing they say when they’re mad: ‘Fuck it’
You play a little too much with them
They say ‘Fuck you’
When it’s time to TCB,
Niggers are somewhere fucking
Try to be nice to them, they fuck over you

Niggers don’t realize while they doin’ all this fucking
They’re getting fucked around
And when they do realize it’s too late
So niggers just get fucked up

Niggers talk about fucking
Fuckin’ that, fuckin’ this, fuckin’ yours, fuckin’ my sis
Not knowing what they’re fucking for
They ain’t fucking for love and appreciation
Just fucking to be fucking.

Niggers fuck white thighs, black thighs, yellow thighs, brown thighs
Niggers fuck ankles when they run out of thighs
Niggers fuck Sally, Linda, and Sue
And if you don’t watch out
Niggers will fuck you!
Niggers would fuck ‘Fuck’ if it could be fucked
But when it comes to fucking for revolutionary causes
Niggers say ‘Fuck revolution!’
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are players, niggers are players, are players
Niggers play football, baseball and basketball
while the white man cuttin’ off their balls

When the nigger’s play ain’t tight enough
to play with some black thighs,
Niggers play with white thighs
to see if they still have some play left
And when there ain’t no white thighs to play with
Niggers play with themselves

Niggers tell you they’re ready to be liberated
But when you say ‘Let’s go take our liberation’
Niggers reply: ‘I was just playin’
Niggers are playing with revolution and losing
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers do a lot of shootin’
Niggers do a lot of shootin’

Niggers shoot off at the mouth
Niggers shoot pool, niggers shoot craps
Niggers cut around the corner and shoot down the street
Niggers shoot sharp glances at white women
Niggers shoot dope into their arm

Niggers shoot guns and rifles on New Year’s Eve
A new year that is coming in
The white police will do more shooting at them
Where are niggers when the revolution needs some shots!?
Yeah, you know. Niggers are somewhere shootin’ the shit
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are lovers, niggers are lovers are lovers
Niggers love to see Clark Gable
make love to Marilyn Monroe
Niggers love to see Tarzan fuck all the natives
Niggers love to hear the Lone Ranger yell “Heigh Ho Silver!”

Niggers love commercials, niggers love commercials
Oh how niggers love commercials:
“You can take niggers out of the country, but
you can’t take the country out of niggers”

Niggers are lovers, are lovers, are lovers
Niggers loved to hear Malcolm rap
But they didn’t love Malcolm
Niggers love everything but themselves

But I’m a lover too, yes I’m a lover too
I love niggers, I love niggers, I love niggers

Because niggers are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggers go through changes
Love to see niggers act
Love to see niggers make them plays and shoot the shit

But there is one thing about niggers I do not love
Niggers are scared of revolution

H.S. Directions (So you dont miss class)

Inject into your blood stream

For unrequited love dreams

Take a shot of me day

Ill drink all your tears away

Fears will fade

Like washed out jeans

Watch for the tears in the seams

Ill master beams

So I can single handedly, build your house of dreams

You mistook me for your daughter

But nigga, im your water

Let my liquids quench your thirst

Always put my life force first

Life force first

Life force first

-say that three times fast-

If you dont recognize my necessity

You dont identify with your identity

And ill say it sentimentally

You should be put in a penitentiary

The toll it takes on your heart

Will manifest itself in my art

For we are just vessels

Aiming to lay on a chest like gold medals

Yearning to harness beauty like rose pedals

Then burn, black, inflamed.. like kettle

Poem from a Peaceful Black Woman

I got spray paint on my hands

A black power fist pick in my hair

Vaseline on my lips

And my soul is bare

A Tribe Called Quest in my ear

Electric Relaxation is one of my favorite songs

I eat meat damnit!

It makes me feel strong

Change is heavy on mind in these crucial times

Trying to paint a revolution

I love to dream

Thats where i find solutions

I dont express my feelings

I just write them down on paper

So if you want to know how truly i feel

Read them later

I have a fear of confrontation

But you should still fear confronting me

And i moved through constellations

To become the woman that you see

Im still on my way

I strive to be great

So if you can keep up

Lets date.. lol

“READ A BOOK NIGGA!”

Has anyone began thinking about there new years resolutions? I started today and i decided to read 52 books in 52 weeks for ’09.. Im trying to expand my mind past my tv and computer.. Part of the whole ’09 is my time scheme.. Also includes getting at least 3 tattoos, making a mixtape, EP, and being signed! ok maybe im getting a bit ahead of myself but i have big dreams damn it! Anyways, I was hoping i could get some good reading suggestions. Im not into sci-fi or romance novels so you guys can keep those to yourself.. I prefer philosophical writings, black author books (Not Zane or any other in such category), auto/biographies, basically books that will fill my head with power (knowledge=power). I might squeeze in a few Harry Potter books though for intellectual break lol. Yea i know, you haven’t read the Harry potter books?? theres like a hundred of them! Ive read about 3.. gimme a break.. I watched all the movies

A Love Inquisition

I will await you in my dreams

Cause somehow I find your loving there

So tangible it seems

And then I wake up unaware

My situations finally blowing into control

Asking for a lot but just receiving an abundance patrol

I want the whole, not the half

Im meticulous in math

And you plus me could equal eternity

If you could get with that, or this

Undeniable bliss, mixed with loveliness

Will you give in to miss if i promise every single kiss

Will be just like the first

Ill give you what you deserve

Care, support and promises to trust and never coerce

Im talking real devotion tied up with understanding

Rapped in the paper that I write these lyrics, demanding

Or asking, you to take this bouquet

Of vulnerability

My quest is unmistakable, im searching for you

But you’re right in front of me so why must I continue?

Cause my true inquisition lies on lock deep inside

It’s the expression of love reflected back in your eyes..

Purgatory Pleasures

My road stretches far beyond your coherence

Into the bends and turns of your imagination

Past consciousness and relevance

Taking flight into your ambiguity and holding your comprehension hostage

Im stepping on mundane, praying for entrance to another plane

Insight is my conquest, truth my aspiration

Love my kryptonite and art my inspiration

Have to dive deep just to reach the tip of your box

Im high outside, you’d have to climb for years to reach me

Intoxicating, euphoric revelations invading

Your dynamics are under status

You just aren’t cutting it

Go further than they tell you

What they teaching just repeating repetition

Im on the verge of signing a petition

With the same blood I used to sign

Those “imaginary lines” way back in time

Im talking statistics like its more likely for

Them to being screwing with our mental than not at all

Pulling marionette strings then letting them fall

Designate a designation for revelation

Fuck your play station

Lacking depth and creation

Leaving brain constipation

Stop sucking up the waste they leave on floors

Grade D meat is a favorite of yours?

I got higher grades in school than I got in my food

So try to elevate your senses to a taste for the truth

Regurgitate the nonsense, permission to purge?

Allowed..

Thanksgiving Thankshmiving..

I’ve gotten a lot of requests for real blogging on my blog and so im giving in to temptation. I didn’t want to start actually blogging until I had real readers but you guys are fine for now.. lol .

Im here to warn you about the meal you are about to graciously ingest on a holiday stuffed with murder, dishonesty and plain ol’ foolishness. Ah never overestimate “the man” for hundreds of years ago he schemed and betrayed and still continues to do so. A childrens school book would depict a lovely table jam packed with food and decorations, with “Indians” and White folk dancing and cheering with that loving look in their eye of thanks. Well that look is deceitful for it is happiness not derived from thanks but from the satisfaction of knowing that at that very moment the poisoned food is soaring through the veins of the “Indians” and soon the massacre will begin. Hows that for sadistic? These Native Americans taught the whites how to live on their new soil and that how they were repaid? I think that luring innocent Native Americans with promises of peace and festivities then proceeding to shoot, burn, and poison them shouldn’t be celebrated. How about you? I mean seriously kids, when in history did white folk ever do anything civilized that envovled another race??  Native Americans were not an exception.. Have you ever seen them celebrate Thanksgiving??? I think not. Do some research and let me know what you find about this holiday. My ex was Native American and put me on to this. I checked some sites on the internet and there’s a lot to be relearned out there. And I know you guys just want the food but every year this holiday goes on, a lie is told to a new generation. Just like Christmas.. but thats a blog of a different color!

Anyways, ive never been too thrilled about Thanksgiving in the first place. All the women in the kitchen.. slaving away from the night before. Men on the couch watching the game and chillen.. I thought it was called “Thanksgiving” not “Men sit on your ass while woman beckon to your every need-day” Its the 21st fricken century for crying out loud! We can vote ladies! We have equal opportunity employment.. Either the men get up or Kalae sits down, you feel me?

So in conclusion, this year I will not be celebrating Thanksgiving.. But i will be eating in celebration of Jimi Hendrix’s 66th bday.. What?.. let all my mom and sisters good cookin go to waste?? I think not..

HAPPY BDAY JIMI!

Sacreligious Acrylics

You like it when i touch you there?

I feel you in my bones I swear

A slip and slide a canvas ride

A night in red adventure guide

I bite my tongue to hold inside

My satin words in satanic lines

I quiet myself for you

I dont shut up for anyone..

Visions spectacular manifest slow

Completely inticing me starting to flow

STOP.. GO

I gotta know

When did I start needing you?

Begging and pleading, releasing you

Squeezing, pressing, kneading you

Filling you with my thoughts, my words, my fears

My angst, my love, my tears

My love.. my love..

Cause it has no place else to go..