sabato 21 maggio 2011

Ogni cosa che facciamo è ritmo,
ogni movimento è ritmo,
il nostro respiro, il battito del cuore,
le camminate nel parco,
e persino i singhiozzi del pianto.

In accordo col ritmo generale dell'Universo.

A lezione di ritmo da un maestro di cerimonie del Mali. :-)

domenica 15 maggio 2011

Lavoro mediocre
Insulsi pensieri

E' una cortina di ferro, baby
quello che mi separa
dalla vita vera.

E adoro
chi la domenica
riesce a dormire fino alle 13,

chi passa
davanti alla tv
senza farsi scalfire
dall'ombra di un rimorso.

Mentre io, qui alle 6.30
di domenica mattina,
seduta sul bordo del letto.
ancora mi domando:
"Dov'è la crepa di questa
fottutissima cortina di ferro?"

Come un cane impazzito
che rincorre la sua ombra,
io fiuto la vita,
ma poi mi affanno
mi stanco e

Tutto è stato già fatto.
Tutto è stato già scritto.

Allora, 'fanculo,
che questa cortina
stringa più forte
e più forte
i pensieri,
ed annebbiandomi,
vago remota nella
direzione di
nuovi perchè.

sabato 7 maggio 2011

"Ghetto Gospel"
(feat. Elton John)

Hit them with a little ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
They tested, it was stress that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
'cause any day they'll push the button
and you all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about black or white, cause we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John]

Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when it's said and done
I bet this Brother be a better one
If I upset you, don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John]

Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...

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