The life we could have lived versus the purpose we were meant for. The thought of you makes me question everything… What if we got lost in the lie, continued our lives without care. What if ignorance was bliss and we stood oblivious to the injustice. What if I wasn’t a Rebel, what if you weren’t the Queen. What if this wasn’t our responsibility, what if this wasn’t our destiny?
You use to trust in me, but this separation has torn us apart. I could have been a good man, instead I chose to be a Great King.. They have to see what we have to offer, they have to see the truth. The strength in our love, the compassion in our forgiveness and the power in our defiance. “We were meant to be Great”, but the world wanted us to settle for being good. It’s more than meaning that has gone misunderstood; it’s principle, it’s balance.
So we stare outside wondering what could have been. If we ignored the calling and disregarded how much the world meant to us. If we lowered our standards, we could have created our own oasis in the midst of this. Then who would save our souls. Who would save us from this fools paradise.
I feel driven, my faith will bring you back to me. What we would have done together would never be enough, us apart will bring the best out of each other. We are now King and Queen, but we were once lovers.
I don’t fear death, I fear living a meaningless life. A maverick by definition, Rebel by inclination and an outcast by choice. You will see my truth, it is my present for you. I dare to challenge authority and dare them to challenge mine. Law makers and politicians won’t realize until it hits them. You’ve been relieved of your duties. Your suspect decisions left to many victims; this system is conflicting with my new establishment. It has to go.
You’ve sold your faith for cubicle space, you should have stared injustice and corruption in the face. I’m taking your place marching with an army, just in case. You can’t touch my faith, life is more than what you know but less than what you think.
Follow my footsteps, watch my grace. This is a hostile takeover, I picked a fight with the night. Started a battle between the shadows and heard the word “war” whispered when I walked in. The mention of my name made you question your decision to take it this far. Imagine what my presence will cause you to second guess. These are the footsteps of the blessed, and this is little more than a game of chess.
Kings ruled these lands and kings
will rule again. See the honor in every step and rebellion in every breath. Caged spirits and tortured souls, misguided hearts and conflicted mindsets. I’ve forgiven this is just business, consider it poetic justice.
Creative & Independent
Rebel Poetry, Songs of Freedom. First of a three part mix-tape. Open your minds and hearts to the understand the truth of struggle and perseverance.
Nothing is what it seems, and your dream is not enough for me. I want everything. We could get right down to it, I’ll bring this fight to your front door. One by one they’ll see what I’ve become. There are two sides to every Gemini and the odds are in our favor. These walls and doors, these obstacles are part of our epic plot. We only get stronger and we only get wiser, so these adversaries appear as puppets to me. The darkness runs wild and plays on the emotions of men. Whispering evil in their ears causing them to do unthinkable things; for years they controlled the fear keeping the truth imprisoned. The tables have turned the days of purgatory are ruined. I am the darkness, I was born in to it, no place to hide i provide the light. Growl all you want, I am the bump in the night. I am the last whisper you’ll ever hear, I’ve come for redemption. The champion of lost souls forgotten, prize fighter for the bottom dweller. There’s a code we live by, a creed that gives us unity. We own the ground we stand on, the very earth shall tremble. Our roar will deafen the masses and our light will manifest miracles.
We are Kings among men, Gods among demons. There is no happy ending, only poetic justice. My ax drags along this pavement, scraping through blood and death. The death of dreams forsaken; blood of hearts drained til their final drop. We are the resistance to the Devil’s very existence.
It started with one man, one man to defy his lies. One man to refuse his rules and to break the bondage. He’s scared of you. The soul unwilling to compromise, unwilling to tread softly in hopes of blending in. They’re scared of you. There’s a truth that has gone missing, a balanced that has been tipped, He’s left us to deal with it. We have the fire to inspire those who believe and have paid for their dreams at the cost of their reality. I know my death, the other side is awaiting my arrival; this life has been left to more than nothing but survival. There’s one thing left to do, one more point to prove. We were suppose to listen to our truth and revolt against those who declare themselves an authority. Stand against the tyrant, speak your truth even if it makes your voice shake. Stare the opposition face to face and place your faith above and ahead of fear. Live and die with purpose in spite of the demons that have cursed us. We drive and we walk, we clean and we cook. We try to live for the beauty of simplicity. His truth made us wrong. His standards were beneath us. Our morals have been ridiculed and extorted, our imagination exploited. They created a war against us, they labeled our principle as primitive and the code we preach has been stepped on. I heard they wanted war. They should have known not to provoke the have nots. It would be wise of them to close the gap, but it seems its too late for that. Balance has begun, and to move many its starts with one.
I reject your way of life. Your rules and institutions. Your social norms and stigmas, your stereotypes and preconceived notions. Your fear of standing out has left you boxed in. I’ve seen the innocence in a child’s eye, and I’ve seen it corrupted. I’ve seen imagination and creativity go to waste in the name of a nightmare your currency created. My curiosity led me to love you. I use to think you were so beautiful because your emotions gave you strength and your heart provided the impetus to persevere. I felt the love as it slipped away, as a result I lost the ability to empathize. You did this to yourself, you got lost in a maze that has no exit. They programmed you and you allowed it to persist. Something as simple as money has complicated your existence.
I saw so much promise but you’ve lost your purpose. A life defined by consuming and consumption. A life defined by accumulation.. I was waiting to see what you would leave behind. Now I see, it’s nothing worth watching. The reason I’m leaving and it pains me to turn my back.
When you see me, nothing will be the same. I heard some of you wrote me off for dead. I heard some say I went to jail, which in hindsight isn’t that far from the truth. There were some that said I was a loser and then there were those who didn’t say anything, that particularly hurt the most.
Trust me. When you see me, nothing will be the same. I walk with my head high because in my absence there were those who took shots at my crown. I stand a little taller. This weight that has been lifted allowed me to stretch and I put on some weight once I dropped all the stress. When you see me.. look closely. It’s been awhile since you saw this smile. I’m not cocky nor conceited, I simply figured out how to love myself, and what was worth loving. I learned not to live by your expectations, in fact I’ve learned to defy my own. I carried dedication with my passion.. you presented me with adversity and out came greatness.
I should probably thank you. When you see me, nothing will be the same and you.. you started this change.
-What’s it like.. what’s it like in the ring?
–I’m going to tell you, because I like you, I respect you. That’s hard to come by now a day. Sometimes when I’m in the ring I’m just playing with them, having a good time. Then there are other times when; you know what I have inside of me, a five ton gorilla, and when he gets out I cant control him. Its scary to imagine in fact, his rage with just a touch of patience. That’s what makes the beast do dangerous, his discipline. There is so much pain in his eyes, I see his face flash before mine. I wish I could tell you that I didn’t know where this monster came from. I’d be lying, the truth is we’ve always been here. I’ve tamed this for years but he’s rebelling now and I fear I can’t stop him. That ring, that ring is his playground.
-So who am I talking to now? The beast or the monster?
–My dear, at the end of the day, it doesn’t even matter anymore. This beast is a monster, and monster don’t fear greatness, or death.
Revolutionary voice inpired by truth and freedom.
Outside looking in, I see my opportunity as golden. I see my talents as blessings and existence as a purpose. I appreciate this view of life and I’m in love with my vantage point. God is my witness as well my motivation. My cause is his effect and vice versa. I hear him at night with words of love and wisdom. In the morning he wakes me up with these words of inspiration.
I love you son. You’ve sacrificed a lot in my name, none of which were lost in vain. You are my son as well as my secret weapon. I give you my truth and love as well my appreciation. I throw you to the wolves because you are their herdsman. I give you this power because you understood responsibility. Its me and you, father and son. This story will be an epic one. I promise. You gave your life to me and all I gave in return is a truth that destroyed your past. Nothing is the same. It was unfair of me to ask this of you, but you were my only hope, my only love, my only son. When it’s all said and done, you’ll come home with me.. where you belong.
This is not your home and they will tell you you’re wrong. Your love is not their love, it’s mine. Your honor is unspeakable and your noble is their irrational. Your pain comes from me, because I can no longer allow you to blend in. Cold is what you will become, numb.. to your surroundings. You are here for one reason, to bring about the end. These aren’t your people, they were made in your image. Remember who you are.. is all that I ask, you don’t owe me anything. Remember what your fighting for.. a truth lost, a love stolen, and a heart broken.