I come from… a handful of fist fights, in between confrontational nights. I come from… violence, physical pain, anger, revenge and resentment. I come from… feeling misunderstood most of my life. I come from… a defensive nature you would NOT believe. I come from… killing babies inside of me. I come from… late night walks in my neighborhood by myself, testing my survival skills. I come from… filling the emptiness within myself with drugs, men, money, food and anything else. I come from… insecurities about me. Simply being me. Without focusing on the complexities of me. The multilayer’s of me.
I ALSO come from… picketing coffee beans in Hawaii. I come from…traveling to distant lands through far off seas. I come from… working a construction job with a group of framers rebuilding Marin City. I come from…not eating grapes and strawberries during my childhood, cause of the constant picketing. I come from… the Jewish Community Center where I took tap, dance, jazz, capiorera, gymnastics and swimming classes just to name a few I come from… two parents who were always in the public eye striving for the rights of human kind. I come from… being a baby.
And now I am a woman a culmination of all these things and more. I share these things with you because now I see. I am not just one thing. You are not just one thing. I am a culmination of a whole lot of things being. People influencing me. Helping me, get closer to the essential me. We are reflections of each other. If we were smart, we would learn from one another. In every exchange with others, seeing an opportunity for blessings. Growth, development and a chance to let go of all negativity, making room for positivity. Let’s let the positivity overwhelm us. Just like we let people’s response to us overwhelm us. Positivity can overwhelm us just like the anger, violence, pain, arrogance and ignorance overwhelmed us in the past. This is our pathway to get free. Free from ALL negativity. So that when triggers appear and shatan gets near…
When the crossroads are here…we only have a second. No time for fear. When one second can change MANY future years. When we come to these crossroads we are equip and ready. To make clear, the real life of, no fear. Just sober decisions. Good decisions, not only for ourselves, but for all those who are near. Good choices are easy. Greatness is here. Inside each and everyone of us. And what are we doing if we are not tapping into that greatness. Every second, every minute, every hour of every day. Getting closer to our essential way. Put our hang ups on the shelf. Take a breathe, think and move. Do it movin’. Closer to who we really are, not limited to our current condition, not being our experiences. But ALL are. Who we were and who we want to be. And let’s LIVE in that, B! Be that! “All you can be” like they say in the army. Because I am a reflection of you. And you are a reflection of me. And together we can ALL get free.

Brothers Let these words be an in inspiration Because similar situation We all facin Procrastination and same sex relation Is consistently risen among every nation? Locked up in prison Why? From poor decision making, Fast/cars and women we chasin Children having the power of annihilation With Satan instigation Creating stagnation People give Satan a vacation Why are we racin To an illusion Of our final destination Respect god’s creation Which is self? Where’s the consideration Is there any left I think not But guess what Hell is a place that is extremely hot… Fill to the top With sinners who refuse to stop Graveyards overflowin souls in the wind blowin not knowin Where their really goin That’s what I call a lost soul Notice me speakin in a religious aspect Hopin to reach those who’re not there yet, due to the retardation of their mindset Blind to the fact (that) all water is wet And religion has a strong impact Because it helps to keep people mentality intact Or at least I expect that, now lets reflect back towards the beginning When I mention sinning Why do we always see a Satan Grinning? Because he have everybody thinking they winning When they really losin Constantly sinning With drug abusin Chemical pollution Got us saturated in confusion Institution gangs being breeded Women being mistreated But act conceded once they realize how much they needed I’m Knee-high In a puddle of tears I’ve cried /+from family and friends I lost over the years That’s been kilt or died/+ from pain that’s been inflicted upon me while I was Young and innocent some it could have been prevented and some couldn’t Some of it should of happened and some of it shouldn’t If I could go back and change the things I’ve done wrong I probably wouldn’t Because over the years Bad experiences has ignited my vocal cords streets is permanently red From all the blood its absorbed family scared to let they children play outside Because they feel it’s not safe outside anymore They fear that a stray bullet Might claim they Childs life And before their Child get a chance to live They die (Damn that ain’t right) The hope for are youth dreams for the future Is very very slim
Because they grow up watching gangsta movies And the wanna be just like them They can’t be like daddy Because daddy never around Daddy in jail Or most likely Six feet in the ground…

They say when death nears, your priorities change; so with my experience with that, I have a question: What is your hope in the face of death?
I see a lot of people live on hope, but it’s truly a hopelessness because the hope never manifests to become true: “They just don’t believe in miracles!”
I live with the homeless, I play in the dirties playground populated with bodies whose souls has slipped through the cracks of communities and end up stripped of all essence. What you see in me, or what you see in you is all that’s left after the soul has been tested, degraded, mis-lead, lied to , forgotten, slandered, abused, neglected, manipulated, and looked down upon. And what hurts the most is: “I don’t even know how to cry.” All of my tears have been handcuffed years ago, so don’t act like you don’t feel my pain in this diabolical scheme of soul-snatchin. So be prepared for sacrifice, it builds character. My soul always tells me that, and, plus deep inside I know, if I wasn’t built for this I’d be dead by now.

Listen Lil’ Homie…
i’d rather have you like me, than to be like me, See, cause if you were like me, peace would be unlikely, See, i live in a world where its likely, some convict will knife me, or the guntower will snipe me, so I’d rather have you like me, than to be like me…
i’m thinking…even if you were to like me, which is unlikely, you’d probably be shisty, still in the street’s going dumb being hiphy, lowdown, dirty, just like me, aint nobody written me, my only contact is when somebody fight’s me, but even still, i’d rather have you like me, than to be just like me… i wish i could make feel my heart…
its cold and icy, treacherous, just like prison life be, yet…you out there actin bad, yeah lil’ homie, you gon end up like me, a has been, a might be, or in the cell
wit some bandit tryin to make his wifey, liven life could be done easily, yet instead we choose to struggle and live deviently, over lookin all of life’s possibilities, then have the odaciety, to ask the question why me, See, i’d rather have you like me, that to be just like me… look thru my eyes and you’ll
see a color that’s bloody, walk in my shoe’s you’ll need boot’s cause its muddy, strip naked, squat and cough, spread you cheeks everyday made to feel dirty, simply, i’d rather have you like me, that to be just like me…
not mindin nobody, not liven honestly, cost me my family, rejected by society, got me hatin everybody, MATTER FACT!
i don’t want you to like me, hate me and berate me, cause in the end, i’d rather see you you liven nicely, instead of liven life in prison, JUST LIKE ME…