Original poems, spoken word pieces, and lyrics from our contributors.
Ya'll move with timidity | Your practices are too gimmicky | Y'all pitch it as piety | You're lookin' like an enemy. . .
Somehow ended up here Where they amazed to learn that I used to run crack Took G to cook it He took me down south Crooked paths through them Carolinas a straight shot
We’re on the road with Christ | Dust on our feet | Nothing to eat | Nowhere to lay our heads, no sleep. Coded pattern of speech that the goats can’t breach | Told them slatterns this king brings hope to thee | Us folks will shatter the dreams of these “popes” to be. They’re puppets on a string with no authority. . .
Thorns in my flesh Pain in my steps Needles in my heart Lament on my breath Agony in my gut Drags me into a rut Mercy of the Lord don’t seem to be enough. . .
You made me somethin' You gave me life The freedom found in You goes on and on and on
I’m just recollectin’ about life before I stepped in line with the Christ. Lime is the light we pursued through the night trying to change up life. Grasping at straws because our goals ain’t right. . .
"The Hellenistic culture that breeds this Humanistic worldview is in my sights when I give these words life. So, I had to leave behind my peregrination to the illuminated darkness of the blind secular nation."
Who knew It would ever come to this? Ha, I tried to run from this. . .
Written by R.A. Loyd Perhaps madmen belong in caves wherein the Lord receives them tenderly with mercies unknown to a shaking, howling, blasphemous generation. A mist on the concrete is three oceans to the hermit; the branch of oak is a sight of two colors; to the ascetic it is ninety proverbs. Every game and trial is lowercase theology to the itinerant monk, whereupon the body is a constant altar, a legged Israel, a country of praise.
Written by Victor Stanley Jr. Dope game, I’ve seen it all Seen the rise plus I’ve seen the falls, Heart full of hate I’ve seen them on those corners squeezing off (guns) Heart full of love I’ve seen it get taken advantage of I’ve seen the pain Plus I’ve seen the change Good girls end up jaded Good boys end up chasing that paper They all get whored out Ced’ told me “Life got us all Vic, no hold outs” I’m spitting it quicker You gotta realize there’s more to these pictures It’s hurt in these words Written by a mind that’s disturbed I see the troubles of the…