On Stage, my muse, my love, and my dream

I didn’t really what making love was until I step on the stage for the very first time doing what I loved to do, being surrounded by people I love to be around that share the same vision.
I stepped on stage for the first time and everything I work towards becoming, became. They say the journey starts with a single step and for me, it was personally my first step. For undergroundONTOP group is was not their first time performing but it was our first time as a complete group.
The music we make, has a depth that you have to actually listen to the words to feel. It is truly hip hop, because it is an expression of poetic melody from the heart. Watch the video of our performance at the Pegasus Lounge in Tampa, on January 10, 2015 to see the coming together of one vision and passion. Music is the universal connection between the physical and non physical. It is the connection and coming together of souls in one accord.

To like the listen to our music at http://www.reverbnation.com/undergroundontop

A spoken word Poem

confession

Please press play if you would like to hear a spoken word poem. A song I turned into a poem.
It is called confessions.

What being a Hip Hop Artist means to me.

To be a hip hop artist speaking from me personally, it is more than just an image. More than just rhyming words and more than just flowing to a beat. The bloodline of hip hop artist to me runs deep. It about the speech, to lecture and teach. To use the knowledge we know as food for the future we feed.

To be that reach when someone out there is feeling beneath their worth. To touch, inspire, and uplift the earth. Its a modern day voice for the kids that want to grow up and idolize their favorite rapper. If the hip hop community had a church then I would like to be its pastor.
I would preach the word of motivation, depict the image that’s changed it, and become the symbol of determination. I am just like you, I just love making songs, I love learning from my mistakes by reflecting on my wrongs. I am a Hip Hop Artist, I am a free spirit and I am Me, In my own Image, no gimmick just truth. I say what’s on my mind, how I feel, and what I see through my eyes. To be a hip hop artist is to be in touch with you’re self, you’re soul, you’re surroundings, the culture and understanding the boundaries, that fine line between gift and curse.
A gift to teach the world positive feeling and curse to use that gift as an ultimate worse. I do this for me, but to show people my positive energy so they can feed off how I feel. So when they hear my music , those emotions become real. Its like I know you huh? each rhyme becomes something that you can
relate to. Maybe if I can change myself you can change you. But only for the better.

To be a hip hop artist is to dream of the unknown and live the reality of the unknown that you dream of. Why talk about guns? when I can talk of the danger of what guns do. Why discuss Hate? If I can talk about love. I don’t want all the money I want to spread the wealth. No point to talk about cars I never had a car in my life. I walk to where I need to be. So as a hip hop artist I talk about my surroundings. I don’t write rhymes I paint pictures. I turn blanks into Murals, I draw white clouds to go with the blue sky. I am a hip hop artist and artist that is one of a kind. Unique in ways not thought by the mind. I want to change the world. The way we think, act, and treat each other. I want to teach the youth that there is a better way to live, act and think.

The hip hop music now days influences people so I want to be a positive influence. I am a hip hop artist and I make things happen on a daily basis by writing songs. I turn my wrongs into the right lesson to work upon. To be a hip hop artist is to be free, the power of speech and to symbolize yourself as a person that goes beyond your limits to express you’re true thoughts. I will be an Icon one day and it starts with believing. To be a hip hop artist is what I am, no thug, no gangster, no criminal, no hard life, nothing negative. Just a poet with rhythm, dreams and thoughts just like you. With hope that the message I have to express, can reach you.

It is not about black or white. Or who stole who’s style. It is beyond that. It is the grey area, the blend of individuals with a word, with an expression, with a talent, with a message for the people. As contributors to the community, I will not say culture because the culture has lost it’s way, we must not pick each other apart. We must love one another, and come together to make amazing art.
The culture has lost it’s way, black or white, the pioneers of the industry would be so disappointed in hearing the music of today. There is no room for segregation in a community in need of connection.
Who care’s who started it, just keep it going. Keep rhyming, keep the art alive.
You don’t see country, jazz, r&b, bluegrass, pop, rock and roll, mixed up in the drama and individual stereotypes. They just express them selves and appreciate each other’s art. That is what hip hop must be.
Stop the breaking each other down, and tearing each other apart, instead appreciate each other for the fact that you are on the same path just a soul with a message.

Sleeping Beauty

It’s been too long without you here,
I reminisce when I was there,
not one second ever crosses my mind,
without you right by my side,
wishing you were here to see the things that I went through,
and learned in my life.
I wish that I would get to see you baby,
this distance is driving me crazy and it’s been so long ago.
But I’ll be there in no time in a flash quicker than the blink of an eye,
they don’t know what we’ve been through, that is why our love is blind.
I would see the good when you smiled, every moment was worth sharing time,
I’ll be your superman to save you from the kryptonite.
You looked so precious sleeping but you need to be in my arms,
kept warm and away from harm, you were once my lucky charm.
I cherished ever second with you, I wish we never split apart,
I may be gone, but you in my heart, although I’m away you’re still on my mind,
I think about you every day and night and
I pray to God that you are safe and fine.
Trust me I’ll be home to kiss you soon I know it’s tough but it takes some time.

In my eyes, the clock will never strike 12,
because I will be home to rescue you and save you from this life in hell,
I will be your hero watch us rise when all else starts to fail,
through the rain, snow, sleet
and hail through the toughest of trenches we will prevail.
Put your trust in me, I’ll never let you fall down,
I would bend my back to catch you,
and risk it all just to see you smile.
I miss you. I miss your touch, girl I just want to kiss you,
hold you tight and not let go,
and conquer these obstacles with you, and do the impossible with you.
See the sights you’ve never seen, go through it all,
recite your dreams now that you’re with me,
Call it destiny, our partnership is meant to be,
through good and bad, there we would be ,
when the smoke clears up we stay a team,
forever, take this poem, as my hearts letter,
forever, girl you and I belong together,
forever, and like I promised one day, I will be next to you,
but staring at the sun-flower in your eyes is such a better view.

When I kiss your lips the nightmares fade once awake,
For the first time in a long time, we will be in the same place,
all is good and it stays great, you’re superhero saved the day,
it’s been so long being face to face,
Without you I felt like I was missing my peace of mind,
many nights I watched the stars and wondered,
if you were staring at them, just gazing at the same time,
I think this time alone has made our love stronger,
days have been longer, but now speeding as the hours fly,
I was anticipating your loving touch,
when I stepped off that long flight,
to see your beautiful eyes, with stress rolling off our minds,
now we can cuddle all night long with you in my arms tonight,
and I will hold you tight, trust me I will not go,
because it’s been so long ago, since you and I had time alone,
but sleeping beauty why are your eyes still closed,
wake up to see your prince is home.

You can open up your eyes now it’s time to see me,
it’s been so long with out you next me, I’m tired of freezing,
it’s been so long with out your touch and that is what I’m needing,
with your eyes closed I wonder what it is, you were dreaming.
My sleeping beauty when I kiss your lips you will awake and
everything we’ve been without will finally come back in place.

Who am I ?

My life was polarizing at a time when there was no media.

There was just music,

No cures for illnesses just alcohol in which we abused it.

I escaped from the outside world and the keys were my cupid,

the music would take over me,

I felt my soul through my hand movements.

With the harmonious sounds so beautiful,

It was essence to remain tuned in.

I composed to a world, that misunderstood who I was,

with my hearing slowly deteriorating,

hearing only the annoyance of the constant ringing and buzz.

I was worried of becoming deaf,

because of how the people might judge

moving forward I accepted deaf as my illness,

as I continue to do what I love.

I gave you……

music to enjoy, I composed music that became historic,

Although I heard no sounds the feeling was just as important,

composing is what I lived for, the keys was my home,

the piano was my world, I was the king of my own thrown.

I had no time for relationships just music to compose.

Forever misunderstood, I preferred to be alone.

Forever dedicated to the music, and the symphonies I called my own.

My destiny was bound for greatness to be the best was my ultimate goal,

I forever wish to enchant you with the music that came from my soul.

Who am I ? I bet you would never know.