I Will Not Fall

I  Will Not Fall
by Brother Dash

The street sweats lust
And I have no raincoat
The darkness starts to choke me
Air so wet that I might drown
The only light in the dark
Are the neon signs
Dunya! Dunya!
OPEN ALL NIGHT
Step inside temptation
There’s a seat at the bar
Watch and lick your lips
As the sizzurp gets poured
The man on the tele said my brother threw a rock
But there’s a battle in that glass
Between the hand and the glass
And the hand in the glass
They say it tastes so sweet
And life is so bitter
My tongue starts to drool
I reach for that drink
But wait…
If I Fall
Will I Get Up?
If I Fall
Will I Get Up?

Yeah as I walk through the valley
The shadow of death
Is the wind and the mountains
I think they fear me
I hope that believer didn’t see me
But they tell me an angel did
Did he tell the mountain maker that I smell like sin?
Bloodshot eyes
These bloodshot eyes
I pretend that I’m wearing rose colored glasses
But the lens is too thick
My vision is blurry
Street preacher said for me to “Stay focused man”
But I wanna leave, I’m outta sync, and I’m a boy in a body
The world is so cold but can’t shut my windows
I shudder to shutter the shutters and I shut her
Outta my house I shut her outta my room
My bed is so lonely
It’s crowded with the clutter of me
He whispers in my ear “I love mortals in heat”
So I reach for the blunt of resentful rage
I lift but it slips to the floor and I crawl
I see my face in the piss
And I scream to the walls
If I Fall
Will I Get Up?
If I Fall
Will I Get Up?
Head nods in the distance
Theme songs of the lost and the wrong
I should be sleepy at dawn
And eat veggies at sundown
I hate who I be but I ‘m lovin’ me
I flee to comfort zones
Where I can judge then dismiss
That place where I’m god and shaytaan is my muse
Don’t hate me for a verse that we both consumated
Judgmental holy rollers spittin’ phlegm on my wounds
Can’t they see the stretch marks of my tortured prostration?
Negation of trips I slip on fruit peels?
Whether on the midnight asphalt or desert steps
Temptation ain’t a flower on pedestrian highways
So I need to stop walkin’
Whether asleep or awake
I need to stop rhymin’ start climbin’ those peaks
Not ‘cause they’re there
‘Cause I trust  ‘Cause I must!
They may laugh they may cheer
They may sing they may mock
I care not
With these hands my ego will scale
These mountains are mine
My tears know them well
My teeth bit those rocks
But them stones are the stairs
And success is the sojourn
So again I will climb
Again I will strive
Fight, claw, reach, scratch, pull, cling, sing!
I will not fall
I will get up
I will not fall
I will get up!

Boom Chicka Boom

Boom Chicka Boom
by Brother Dash

Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom

Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom

I fight, you fight
We fight, we fight
I yell, you yell
We yell, we yell
Struggle Struggle Love and Hate
Argue Argue Just Debate
‘You said this’ ‘well you said that’
Tit for Tit For And Tit For Tat

Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom

Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom

Ain’t you tired of this game?
Fight, make up but life’s the same
It’s my fault I’m so ashamed
Blame, Blame, Blame Blame
Same old music, same old song
You’re always right, I’m always wrong
You wake up depressed and sad
I slept good that makes you mad
So much anger, so much strife
Is this what we want in life
Is this what we came here for?
Is this what we made them for?
Round and round this carousel
Tryin’ to stop why can’t you tell?

Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom

Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom

Thunder, thunder lightning rain
I want to love but it’s a strain
I want to cry and touch your tears
I want to hurt and feel your fear
But when we talk we never speak
Is it peace we really seek?
I just want this pain to end
Must I break just so you’ll bend?
Must I cut just so you’ll bleed?
Must I want what you need?
Don’t you see?
Don’t you hear?
Don’t you feel?
Don’t you care?
Drama, drama, gloom and doom
Press replay…boom chick boom

Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom

Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Boom Boom

I love you but life is tough
I love you is not enough
Phone, gas, lights, rent
Your car ac-ci-dent
I got dreams
I got goals
My own life you want control
Sometimes it’s us sometimes it’s we
Sometimes it needs to be me
That don’t mean you have no say
Ultimatum leave or stay
I just want this song to change
What we have to rearrange
Different beat
Different tune
No more boom chick
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom
Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Chicka

Boom Chick Boom!!!!

Soul 2 Soul

Soul 2 Soul
by Brother Dash

From the street corners to the cul-de-sacs
Ivory towers and Brooklyn basements
Hearts thump and fists pump
To the rhythm and the rhyme of the soul

We speak in the tone of the tongue
The drone of the drum
It’s so so fresh
And it’s so so real, never malevolent
Content in context, culturally relevant
From Mali to Oaktown, Fajr to sundown
Hearts clap and toes tap
To the rhythm of the rap and the rhyme
Whosoever got problems takes issue?
I feel for you son here’s a tissue
The sweat on your brow
Is stingin’ your eyes
Makin’ you squint a myopic size
But the world is vast
And kids grow up fast
We all in the same boat
I just climbed up the ship’s mast
And I see the land and the ocean below
Dirt dwellers and sea serpents will pull you to an’ fro
But I’d rather build withstand the life storm
Than to sink or swim in some man’s toilet bowl

These be the words of the soul
From soul to soul
We express, we demand with metaphors in hand
No art for Arts sake
My baby is cryin’
So the words? They be flyin’
Off the page of her heart
Can you feel the connection?
Are you groovin’ to the vibe?
Like the quloob in qiyaam
That beat at the same time?
That’s how these souls roll
Up mountains made of you
Through valleys made of me
As we search for The One
And the road? It be treacherous
The enemy? He be lecherous
With his Pssssst come here, come here
But these souls must not fear
To look mirrors in the eye
To embrace the unfamiliar
Know thy brother know thyself
As we sit on five pillars

Make no mistake the soul it wavers
Sometimes the gaze is low from shame
Sometimes the heart is out of breadth
Sometimes the prayer feels like exercise
But exorcise that man made passion
It’s the goal, that’s how we roll
Medicine of ‘been there, done that’
Not afraid to treat your wounds
‘Cause I got scars you’ll never see
I gave scars that will forever haunt me
So let’s get together your mirror’s talkin’
We on a tribal quest just check the rhyme
Rhythm and poetry un’rap’ your conscience
Let souuuuuuuuuldiers invade that narrow space
Let grace descend, prepend this madness
Sadness, gladness will always coexist
In the midst of verbal confusion
Causing contusions in restless souls
That’s why we sing, that’s why I spit
I really got more phlegm than you
But you’re MY decongestant
Hopefully it’s reciprocal
We’re all the sum of parts that make the whole
And how we roll is soul to soul
Soul to Soul that’s how we roll
The sum of parts that make the whole

Scream

Scream
by Brother Dash

Beautiful one
Your pain reverberates
Suspended emotion
Is it love? Is it hate?
Admit you’re to blame?
Is there really a choice?
Your bail is denied
No freedom of voice
In a cell, In a hole
Even thoughts are confined
Tell her how can you think?
When the world sees your mind?
Oh beautiful one
Make the world feel your dreams
Jump on the stage
Grab the mic and just scream

Scream to the room filled with juries and judges
Scream to perfection they won’t get rid of their grudges
Scream to the heavens when you’re thirsty for rain
Scream long and bitter not short and sweet make it plain

That lump in your throat you can swallow with pride
But don’t let it run, hide or fester inside
That emotion of fear
The accusation of guilt
When your world turns cold wrap yourself in a quilt
Each thread, each square is a moment in time
Over time, they combine to block the doubts in your mind
The liberation of pain, the affirmation of you
You’ll rise from the ashes of the false and the true
The world becomes known through this battle of opposites
Posit this…you can’t know strength without fear
The inner voice is a jewel but silence ain’t gold
Put the pen in your hand and let your story be told!

Scream to the room filled with juries and judges
Scream to perfection they won’t get rid of their grudges
Scream to the heavens when you’re thirsty for rain
Scream long and bitter not short and sweet make it plain

Beautiful one
You trust in The One
And The One ain’t the one to leave you broken and battered
Shattered and scattered
Is your heart made of glass?
If it is here’s the glue
Look inside see the you
See the hue
See the color
Touch the texture of life
If you listen you will hear the funky jazz of your soul
Grab your and just play
Play, play plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay play
Make ‘me feel the pain that you feel
It’s so real
It’s so true
Speak for you
Speak for you
Just scream
To the room
Filled with juries and judges
Scream to perfection
They won’t get rid of their grudges
Scream to the heavens
When you’re thirsty
For rain
Scream long and bitter
Not short and sweet
Make it plain
Just scream

Masjid Marauders

Masjid Marauders

by Brother Dash

Barreling like boulders through young gardens they trample

With bad breadth and I don’t mean the odor

They are the masjid marauders

In blue jeans and kufees

Baseball caps and man dresses

Green passports and a bad attitude that can only be described as arrogant

They pluck thorns with bulldozers

Fight fires with…More fire

Suck nectar and spit blood

They are the masjid marauders

They leave dirty footprints on the carpet

The color of jaundice with a foreign funk

It must be the wet paint off America’s streets of gold

And too many episodes of Al-Baywatch

Do they remind you of Columbus and his discovery of the red heathens?

Fortune seekers turned fortune tellers

They are the masjid marauders

While they sipped tea and smoked hookah

Southern trees were bearing strange fruit

In 2 K they rode the White elephant

Didn’t Jesse tell them to stay out of the Bushes?

And when black rain poured over Baghdad

And a baby sister I never met cried the collateral blues

Only then did they search their garbage for our poetry of warning

The house of prayer? A social club

For men who share a foreign tongue

Unruly kids spit disrespect and I do mean literal

This place was built on blood and sweat

And hopes and tears

And dreams deferred

The first house was build on the dirt of slaves

Not on the fringes of outer whitelandia

We beat our words on their inner ear duffs

But they turned away ‘cause “music is haram”

Islam like a bomb, napalm for native dwellers

‘Sisters go pray in a cellar’

They are the masjid marauders

Like the Feds they give you a new identity, a foreign look

And definitely a new name

But those fruits and veggies are out of season

And your body is craving local produce

Organically Grown

Are they rotten? Naturally poisoned?

Prob’ly not

But they’ll still give you indigestion

Either from the candidate or from surrogates with issues

They are the masjid marauders

We’re not monkeys with tin cups that sing and dance for alien agendas

We deconstruct

Then we self-construct

With a contextualized prophetic state of mind

See they barrel like boulders

Through young gardens they trample

With bad breadth

And I don’t mean the odor

They are the masjid marauders