Self Portrait Series II
My dude, will you just keep it real with that flame, and tell it that I know it burns? Cause I don’t think it knows that you told me so. You know, about how y’all ignited. Tell it that I know about oxygen, and that it needs it to breathe. Bro, you can’t continue to be its gasoline, or it’ll become more damaging. So before it destroys any further, extinguish it.
I know what they don’t think I know. Im aware of what they hide. But I’m not mad. On the contrary, I’m relieved. I thank them for making me aware of those around me who wish to decolor and remove my covering. My proof is in their truth. My salvation is in mines. And what I fear most, if anything at all, is not having clue. Id only ask in return, of those who remain in secrecy about their deceit, if that trumps their loyalty? Do they care? Is all consideration lost when it comes to another as oppose to self? Do we demand of them what we don’t demand from ourselves? Well, I find closure in knowing. I find closure in doubt. I find closure in deep self-reflection, and in the power of my name and whom ever there is above me, who guides my intuition, and confirms my suspicion of those whose actions have shown me their truth; not with their words, but in what they’ve done.
Dr. Valentin Narcisse
one of the most dangerous minds on television. pay attention!
I don’t want forced honesty from people. The things I will find out on my own, is called the inevitable. It’s not honesty when you’re forced to tell someone something that they will find out anyway as a result of your pattern. Some people will tell you things and claim they’re being real about it; only when they’re under the pressure of their own guilt about something they have kept from you, or fear that you will find out from everyone but them. So they call themselves “telling you the truth,” when in reality it’s all a facade. For if they wanted you to know the truth, they would’ve told you before their guilt pressured them to do so.
A beam that descends from the sky,
unseen by the naked eye
This light, which is used in war
to mark a space, to erase, to no more.
Hell fire strikes from the U.S. army of heaven
That all seeing eye, spying, surveillance
Watching us all from above the skies
Where ever that light touches, civilians die
Our planet dies in the name of war
The light from their god, Drone
(they’ve named their lord)
whom marks a space, to erase, to
written by: TAP PEOPLES