Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Recognize the Real

Fuck the iPod, the MP3 and the CD.
Real DJs play the VINYL.

Fuck the bling, big concerts and written wack raps that make dollars
Real Emcees drop knowledge in the cypher and make sense.

Fuck learning to write in art schools and piecin' on canvases
Real Graffiti writers learn and drop 'em bombs in the streets.

Fuck the big flashy moves that are done with no soul
Real Bboys rock 'em moves with groove, flava and flow.

Bitches better RECOGNIZE.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

About Alex

Alex, kid of the past.
Alex had no blanks to fill, only blanks to feel.
Because when all the chit chat and declarations crumble,
Them shades and tones prevail...
Sometimes for no reason, for no purpose.

And Alex laid himself in bed, kept himself hidden under the covers.

Alex, kid of the past.
Alex, with only blanks to feel.