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We go about our days in what seems like and endless journey to find
ourselves. We often come across life changing moments that happen so
quickly, we seldom see them coming. That person we ignored or, was
just rude to. That person that helped us and we brushed off with a quick
thank you and we're gone. We do so many things in life's day to day that
we forget we only do everything we do once. Sure, we may buy a cup of
coffee and a newspaper everyday from the same store and even from
the same person. Yet every time we do we fail to see that it's different
each time. That ride to work on the same train, same route, nearly the
same time. Still, some of the same face's but new face's each time. At
church each Sunday, never the same group of people assembled, we
see enough of the same people that we feel it's the same, over and, over
again.
I said that to say, as we live our lives we fail to live our loves. We do
things out of habit and tell ourselves it's necessity. We put things off for
another day or, another time. Then, we somehow never get around to it.
We tell ourselves 'tomorrow will make it all better'. Time doesn't wait for
anything or anybody. Life really is a snapshot. The portrait is what you
take to look at what has happen. There are so many things to be happy
about or feel better about. O'Bama, the realization that maybe, just maybe
Micheal Jackson really was a musical giant. So many things beyond
entertainment and, athletics we go about our day to day and don't see
them. What? I hear you ask.
Black People (for lack or another acceptable term to me) are a dying
species. We go about our day to day and don't realize our shrinking
numbers. With no natural country to replenish our number, we, are
slowly and more rapidly of late becoming extinct. As we go about our day
to day we don't see it. We have no culture of our own, no country, no
language and no desire to live beyond the ground we're standing on.
We've long ago lost our family structure, fewer and fewer of us do things
to ensure the race of already impure bloodlines exist beyond our
immediate families. The fastest dying species on this planet is that of the
Black Man. Think about it.
Before you go and get upset and what not, remember. For every rule
there is and exception. If living in America has taught us anything it's
that. There are some exceptional men of color out there doing great
things. Yet, they are out numbered greatly by those that feel they can
live within, but, without America.
Let me give you brief view of why I'm saying this. Black Americans are
now outnumbered by Hispanics/Latinos. Black women of child bearing
age are giving up on getting a quality Black Man and are getting a quality
man in their lives. As larger and larger portions of Black Men are going
to jail, gay, dying (natural or otherwise) and they too are marring other
race's, we have fewer and fewer Black People, but more people that are
being called black or mixed. Since the term Black People is an American
creation, it can only be resolved by the remaining Black Men stepping up
and teaching the children that they be about more than just street level
survival. They will need those lessons as well however, they will need to
know that the little fork at the diner table is for salads and not a "kids
fork". But first, let's just start being together as a family and talking.
Layton
Sept, 2009
ourselves. We often come across life changing moments that happen so
quickly, we seldom see them coming. That person we ignored or, was
just rude to. That person that helped us and we brushed off with a quick
thank you and we're gone. We do so many things in life's day to day that
we forget we only do everything we do once. Sure, we may buy a cup of
coffee and a newspaper everyday from the same store and even from
the same person. Yet every time we do we fail to see that it's different
each time. That ride to work on the same train, same route, nearly the
same time. Still, some of the same face's but new face's each time. At
church each Sunday, never the same group of people assembled, we
see enough of the same people that we feel it's the same, over and, over
again.
I said that to say, as we live our lives we fail to live our loves. We do
things out of habit and tell ourselves it's necessity. We put things off for
another day or, another time. Then, we somehow never get around to it.
We tell ourselves 'tomorrow will make it all better'. Time doesn't wait for
anything or anybody. Life really is a snapshot. The portrait is what you
take to look at what has happen. There are so many things to be happy
about or feel better about. O'Bama, the realization that maybe, just maybe
Micheal Jackson really was a musical giant. So many things beyond
entertainment and, athletics we go about our day to day and don't see
them. What? I hear you ask.
Black People (for lack or another acceptable term to me) are a dying
species. We go about our day to day and don't realize our shrinking
numbers. With no natural country to replenish our number, we, are
slowly and more rapidly of late becoming extinct. As we go about our day
to day we don't see it. We have no culture of our own, no country, no
language and no desire to live beyond the ground we're standing on.
We've long ago lost our family structure, fewer and fewer of us do things
to ensure the race of already impure bloodlines exist beyond our
immediate families. The fastest dying species on this planet is that of the
Black Man. Think about it.
Before you go and get upset and what not, remember. For every rule
there is and exception. If living in America has taught us anything it's
that. There are some exceptional men of color out there doing great
things. Yet, they are out numbered greatly by those that feel they can
live within, but, without America.
Let me give you brief view of why I'm saying this. Black Americans are
now outnumbered by Hispanics/Latinos. Black women of child bearing
age are giving up on getting a quality Black Man and are getting a quality
man in their lives. As larger and larger portions of Black Men are going
to jail, gay, dying (natural or otherwise) and they too are marring other
race's, we have fewer and fewer Black People, but more people that are
being called black or mixed. Since the term Black People is an American
creation, it can only be resolved by the remaining Black Men stepping up
and teaching the children that they be about more than just street level
survival. They will need those lessons as well however, they will need to
know that the little fork at the diner table is for salads and not a "kids
fork". But first, let's just start being together as a family and talking.
Layton
Sept, 2009
| My Thoughts |
I Would Never
I would never try and sell you a dream to get you on my team, just to
sample your theme, deceive you or treat you mean, you deserve better
than that, or at least it seems, I would never lead you where I wouldn't
go, tell you yes when I mean no, front line that's just a show, life gives
you many curves, test your nerves, place in front of
you many devils with twisted words, heed the warnings that to many go
unheard, just know, I would never bring trouble water to your world, I
would never, not ever, I would never harm you girl, I would never
I would never place upon you restrictions, real love has no conditions,
even though many step to you with ambition, temptation is something
that we all must bare how far you take it shows how much you care, life
is a lot of things least of all fair, I would never limit the experiences you
feel you should share, I trust the conscious would never go there, I'm in
this and that be to the very end, I'm just a man and not above sin, yet
when I see you I see a win, I would never bring you a spin, the past is
just where we've been, more than love, I see you as a friend, I would
never want that to end, I would never
I would never try and sell you a dream to get you on my team, just to
sample your theme, deceive you or treat you mean, you deserve better
than that, or at least it seems, I would never lead you where I wouldn't
go, tell you yes when I mean no, front line that's just a show, life gives
you many curves, test your nerves, place in front of
you many devils with twisted words, heed the warnings that to many go
unheard, just know, I would never bring trouble water to your world, I
would never, not ever, I would never harm you girl, I would never
I would never place upon you restrictions, real love has no conditions,
even though many step to you with ambition, temptation is something
that we all must bare how far you take it shows how much you care, life
is a lot of things least of all fair, I would never limit the experiences you
feel you should share, I trust the conscious would never go there, I'm in
this and that be to the very end, I'm just a man and not above sin, yet
when I see you I see a win, I would never bring you a spin, the past is
just where we've been, more than love, I see you as a friend, I would
never want that to end, I would never
My Inner Vision
My Inner Vision tells me to keep on living, Can't trust nothing,
Real is real Yo, and ain't no giving, I trust only my Inner Vision,
My silence is listening, from a lifetime of wishing, can't trust
nothing but my Inner Vision
Even if it wasn’t my fault I was caught, in a mental drought that
brought you to me,
Petty fights, late nights feeling wronged by our flights, waking
up thinking about our chances and realizing none of this is right,
so what was once a dream, now is drowned in screams, of pain,
another wannabe, in a never to be game, the sounds of silence,
I'm listening, still, I only got my Inner Vision
Seemingly seen by everybody but me, pain that's the same,
different day but that madness don't change, today won't be the
same, the Six-Trey is in all of us and in all of us is game, I
didn't mean to don't erase the pain, so I'm left wishing,
standing on my own two, I listen, waiting for my Inner Vision,
but mine was silenced by constant ass kissing, just for a date or
a job, genocide but I did my part, still I'm left wishing, that
before now I was guided by my Inner Vision
My Inner Vision tells me to keep on living, Can't trust nothing,
Real is real Yo, and ain't no giving, I trust only my Inner Vision,
My silence is listening, from a lifetime of wishing, can't trust
nothing but my Inner Vision
Even if it wasn’t my fault I was caught, in a mental drought that
brought you to me,
Petty fights, late nights feeling wronged by our flights, waking
up thinking about our chances and realizing none of this is right,
so what was once a dream, now is drowned in screams, of pain,
another wannabe, in a never to be game, the sounds of silence,
I'm listening, still, I only got my Inner Vision
Seemingly seen by everybody but me, pain that's the same,
different day but that madness don't change, today won't be the
same, the Six-Trey is in all of us and in all of us is game, I
didn't mean to don't erase the pain, so I'm left wishing,
standing on my own two, I listen, waiting for my Inner Vision,
but mine was silenced by constant ass kissing, just for a date or
a job, genocide but I did my part, still I'm left wishing, that
before now I was guided by my Inner Vision
Just Thinking Out Loud
Maybe this is just the plan, living a life that's in Gods hand, the
price of my life that so many don't understand, so be it I see
it, I am my own fan, that's why I do because I can, quiet as
kept, I am my own fan
Nothing happens before it should, I keep laughing through the
bad there's always some good, it ain't about luck no matter
how much you knock on wood, my light will shine in the night
even if only I thought it would, no longer a child can't define
trying or relying on another, family's still important but all I got
is Thel's love, and hate from my brother, just a imperfect man
so I'm not above it, despite being laughed at I keep me
moving I keep hustling
I've had my loves I was nothing nice in that thang, not sure
what I was after, each chapter ended because I was just about
game, cause so much pain, what should have been pleasing I
was squeezing out rain, look at what it took to change, from
colder to just older to sober again to trees in the breeze, what
you want is not always what you need, something always
happening even if you cannot see, just because it's new to you
don't make it new, many others have traveled this street
How can I critic without sounding bitter, giving up on my
dreams, am I really a quitter, or has reality settled in, living in
the real world no time to pretend, that man in the mirror is not
your twin, sometimes not even a friend, every time grief turns
to sin, it's that very face that's always lets you in
Maybe this is just the plan, living a life that's in Gods hand, the
price of my life that so many don't understand, so be it I see
it, I am my own fan, that's why I do because I can, quiet as
kept, I am my own fan
Nothing happens before it should, I keep laughing through the
bad there's always some good, it ain't about luck no matter
how much you knock on wood, my light will shine in the night
even if only I thought it would, no longer a child can't define
trying or relying on another, family's still important but all I got
is Thel's love, and hate from my brother, just a imperfect man
so I'm not above it, despite being laughed at I keep me
moving I keep hustling
I've had my loves I was nothing nice in that thang, not sure
what I was after, each chapter ended because I was just about
game, cause so much pain, what should have been pleasing I
was squeezing out rain, look at what it took to change, from
colder to just older to sober again to trees in the breeze, what
you want is not always what you need, something always
happening even if you cannot see, just because it's new to you
don't make it new, many others have traveled this street
How can I critic without sounding bitter, giving up on my
dreams, am I really a quitter, or has reality settled in, living in
the real world no time to pretend, that man in the mirror is not
your twin, sometimes not even a friend, every time grief turns
to sin, it's that very face that's always lets you in