COLLABORATION WITH INFINITE THE POET AND PAPERMIRRORS REFLECTION UNEDITED VERSION!!!!! PaperMirrors: I guess some cant understand how a plant can grow through concrete ground...... How a flower still blooms even when the Suns obstructed by deep clouds with no light coming out......... Big shouts to those who witnessed my difficult trials ..... seeing me struggle throughout and Im still here... and yall still got the nerve to doubt...... At times I sit back and think of all the time I spent..... wasted on nothing but creating heartache and nonsense.... then depression hits home.... think about my friends and fam that are gone and I start feeling alone.... so I reach these keys and find some relief when writing these poems.......as soon as I log on I see Inf doing his thing and instantly Im inspired by one of my own..... then Ill dial his number to speak to my brother press 1 and speed dial his phone..... Al wussup?....... its kinda rough, overwhelmed with all this stuff going on, frustrations, hostilities, jugglin responsibilities plus tryin to stay strong for my kids and their mom, recent deaths my cousin Eddie and grandmothers are gone, how do u deal with the stress, the heavy winds that are blown, and still find the strength to weather the storms? Albert Carrasco (Infinite The Poet): Youve seen all that I have seen lil brother, the ups and downs of life like a teeter totter, the sacrifices weve made for that all mighty dollar, and the sacrifices of others that are no longer. School of hard knock pupils became incarcerated or incinerated individuals. I reflect daily to get me by tomorrow because yesterday our lives were full with sorrow, those reflections help me make better decisions today. I see us when my children play, if our childhood wasnt taken away. I see a repeat of us... If we get taken away..... Being left to float adrift from family, Made me become an anchor for mine. You have to do the same for yours. Think back at the reasons we did what we did, remember me getting shot and you doing those lengthy bids, imagine that being our kids. I dont like imagining that. thats why sometimes I go to work at 8am and dont get back till 11pm theyre my motivation, let yours be yours to you. And I told you I have to write at least one a day to motivate our youths. I wont give up on the two. Hold your head baby brother. Our dreams will become reality. PaperMirrors: Thats peace kid... thank you .....I remember thinking we would never make it out the streets kid... I barely had a GED but good jobs required a degree... who would hire me...when all they see is a street kid..... Had time to think when they knocked me.... I sat in a cell for 5 years.... everyday thinking this prison shit is not me..... had 2 kids from 2 different women at the time.... they were both at home missing their Poppy.... I used to call ur crib and for those few minutes I was scott free....thanks for the letters u wrote.... I remember the money u sent me a few times... It brought tears to my eyes.... cause the ones I thought would be there for me really forgot me... including my family.... We were next door neighbors..... knocking on each others doors.... embarrassed that we had to ask to borrow food we could not afford.....so impoverished ..... we could feel it deep inside our core......... 9 in a 2 bedroom apartment.... both lived on the 6th floor..... monthly food stamps couldnt feed us all..... I was young.... stealing out the corner store..... tryin to compensate for things we lacked from being poor.... Now opportunities are knocking down our doors.... I envision us selling unlimited written copies....Book signings..... selling out on all our tours...... this is dedicated to all my niggas from Skipper to Ralphy... to show our children... What it means to soar.... IN MEMORY OF BOTH MY GRAND MOMS, MY COUSIN EDDIE.....RIP...... I MISS AND LOVE U ALL Inf: Wow i feel ya paper! While you was bidding I was still trying to make a million. while you had to deal with a new life, I was still stuck in the old way of living. I felt like there was no way out. At times I felt like I was drowning in the abyss of leviathan, slowly sinking while treading in the blood of our kin. I realized I was doing wrong, when I looked at myself with a bomb and my son in my arms trying to get my hustle on... In life, decisions were made for us. that day I made a decision to stop... I went on hiatus. Believe me I had the monkey on my back... I was addicted to the trap, I needed pampers and similac, I used to wake up in cold sweats saying let me go get off a few packs, then Ill look at my lil man to whom I was mister mom cause mom had to go to work like she was the mister.... nope! I wont be doing that. I promised I wouldnt go back regardless to the fact I was financially strapped. I went through my soul searching and what I found with your help was my purpose. poetry, prose, verbal graffiti, pictures through lyrics urban hieroglyphics. Let out a sigh of relief.... Haaaaaa. Weve made it lil brother, now lets channel this positive energy to become back to back authors. Love you kid!!!! Inf....
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 04:32:31 +0000
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