This is the "Really Real".
I sing, I wax poetic, I create the beats, I mix the FX. I am the band.
I do spoken word poetry, with some beats behind it.
Story behind the song
Had a nice beat, decided to make it esoteric, yet related to the daily grind.
Lyrics
A Singularity of Consciousness
Pinpoints the matrix of mortal existence
Within the all-encompassing Formative Void.
Devoid of hope we slide down
The slippery slope
Of Moral relativity,
Denying the Heaven-sent.
Our subsistence-level Righteousness
Leads us directly to
An extinction-level event.
Hip hop realities reveal the banality of
Daily life,
Jobless and hopeless the bass beats
Awaken the Forsaken,
Who exist only to persist in suicidal behavior,
Denying the existence of a Savior
In favor of their own limited intelligence
And egocentrically-driven belligerence.
Love seems lost as we argue over
Our daily bread.
You tell me I’m crazy
So I beat you over the head
With a lead pipe instead of kissing you and
Caressing you and
Recognizing that our shared pathology
Is nothing new;
That it is a spiritual affliction,
An addiction to the material world
That keeps us restless,
Eyes twitching, subject to self-hypnosis
As society’s subliminal messages
Prevent Gnosis.
This is the awakening of Knowledge
That surpasses anything we learn in college.
Worldly universities are less than elementary
When it comes to living life righteously.
Might this not be a test of the best in Humanity,
Subject to the profanity of worldly incarnation,
Subsumed within the ethnic and racial cauldron of
National identity?
Prayer and meditation take up absolutely too much time
When we’re consumed by the daily grind
And life’s Trials and Tribulations feel like
The Stations of the Cross.
Like so much flotsam and dross
We’re tossed between Heaven and Hell,
Crucified by pride and the derision of our peers,
Through the years, we stumble and fall,
Bloodied and bent, humbled by tears
That reflect the fears of a Godless reality,
Falling prey to the malignantly narcissistic mentality
With hopeless finality.
Life being only a hazy veneer covering
The formlessness of true Being,
Lotus-like we rise into the Light
Beyond seeing, freeing ourselves by releasing
Our hold upon the world,
Upon Desire, Envy, Possession, the fire of Passion,
The Mortal Love of family and friends, the Sins
That lead us to begin again, to Reincarnate,
To slake our thirst for life in repetitive strides.
Walking the path of Immortality we trip deliriously
Past Righteousness in favor of Existence alone,
Masochistic to the core we smile through
The mask of blood as we are stoned
By the multitude as we vacate the flesh
Once again returned to…
That Singularity of Consciousness
Released from the matrix of mortal existence
Free to be, within the all-encompassing
Formative Void.
