The Gift of Insight
Four Seasons
Spring
Urging forth for life, this whole spinning globe is our oyster
Giving moisture to make things grow, upholding your posture,
Prospering in positive thinking, no blinking or stuttering
Fluttering like butterfly wings; ending all of the suffering,
It’s poetic, forget death; I breathe fresh breath for ethnics,
Babies conceived in my new moon - boom like mushrooms,
These are the four seasons, leaving microphones a shaking
Streets awaken…; hustlers are bringing home the bacon,
Politicians are aching for a higher position than JAH
Making militant decisions, - while praying to Amen RA
I’m the start of an era, as winter departs my art lifts the weather
Prepare the summer; autumn is my brother, shit’s whatever,
When it come to business we clever, never let a customer down
Taking a break when fate turns tables, catch you on the rebound.
Summer
Summer is Funner- Remind everyone we're
Human and good weather's bloomin' from under
the lunar-lit wonder -
A Planet of poles, can't stand on the soles of the feet
we keep planted on toes, heels and cold kneels to the heat -
The wheels of deceit turn and the sun burns in the sky,
I learn that it's my turn to be permanently high-
If liquors a crutch, then it must be my leg is broken,
As I lay here smokin' my behavior is wrote in
so many lines I'm defined by the way that it's spoken...
But labeled the Open Mic writer that lights fires under you,
It's no wonder you can't write what I do
NO MATTER HOW HARD you try to!
I lie through my teeth it's a feast for the fire,
Summertime in the L... B....C 'til you perspire -
Beaches and sky for the eye to admire -
Find a supplier of green and the summer scene is acquired ---
Dream when you're higher than Cheech and one-line her-
Take her to some diner and later get her naked and sunshine her!
Another warm night, before light it's predawn -
I'm seesawin' often between Summer's Green and Red's Autumn...
Autumn
Like a strife stricken life- it falls crippled & dead
losing colour- tread over, ignored- beaten bloody red
it wept as did the clouds- raining sorrow & sin
And the melancholic writer wrote in Autumn again
He wrote of great hope but the people didn’t believe
How could they?- when all they see is agony- they see
beggars on knees- praying their deeds be rewarded- we
pacify our hearts- as the mist breathes through trees
harassing them- branches bashing brash lasses- sneeze
they see rashes on hands- their body all pulpous
but the writer writes on- inking words-works so copious
that weeds are ignored by taking weed & opium
Hoping them beggars will evacuate- move to pasture fields
because when winter numbs my hands-
I won’t be able to ink then anymore wordy meals
Winter
you can smell my presence - blowing through to the south
no more adolescence... i've grown now so im loud
my breath takes even the most seasoned persons
bundled up in coats, snow boots and smoke, cursin
whats worse is i can knock out power with a little moisture
spring helps growth, while ive frozen and shucked the oyster
open the cloister so we can pray in the cold weather
for years i blanketed the earth in ice, life's severed
we mistake summer for calm but winter for clever
and autumns endeavor is being stuck in between
trees fall to there knees...then revive in the spring
can't believe i can be so destructive,angers erupting
but the most sacred holidays cause us all to be constructive
disrupting everyday commutes,frozen suits to stiff to salute
i bring out the best and worse, other seasons dilute, im kept pure
spring breathes warm air like some cure,the seasons mocking me
i come and leave with the same ferocity,whats attached?the strings-
no other season matches the destruction and peace i bring
as i leave you hear the wind start to sing - ushering a new spring
Spring- Vortex, Summer- Engivale, Autumn - P Mortuus, Winter - TreaZon
was waiting on vortex to put this in here but he ain't been online... I'm pretty sure just by reading on who did what sections besides my own, I'm not positive, but I'll post some links up later tonight. Enjoy.