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al st. louis | freedom

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FREEDOM

10:48pm
Apr 17th 2005

In the beam of skylight my twilight zones in on the exact location of pimps ghosts and goblins goblin all of our natural resources but have we become the same?
Because most of us gobble gobble like feathered fowls living foul trying hard to peck our way through the maze this coop… driving coupes sedans jeeps and trucks… lost smoking fags and rolling blunts in hopes that the material will subside the yearning of the spiritual
But who designed this style of freedom where my brothers and sisters are starving on my mothers land?
And are we truly free working a 9 to 5 to survive in world where survival is a must?
Trust in God they say and he will see you through they say
But no one is saying how to trust in a being that doesn’t seem to be seeing the plights that I might go through on a day to day
So I find freedom in nickel sacs rolling zigs to zags just tryna get back to the man that I used to be… free
Before I became who I am… I was
But societal pressures now pressure my blood making it boil so my mercury rises… but skies the limit where God is and I’m doing all that I can to find it
You see I was… now lost in foreign lands doing all that I can this man in me just wants to be… free again
To express my deepest thoughts… to say what is and to refute what is not… to stand and fight for the right to be heard… to vote like my forefathers did carried on boats like my forefathers were… then to break the chains of slavery allowing my future seeds freedom like my forefathers now are
A star in my own right… but still got my own plights… so with pens and papers I write the whole truth… and nothing but… freedom of speech is nothing but… and somebody said that the truth shall set me free… but… there always seems to be a but…
So brothas hustle making ends meet… but ends are low so sistas depend on subsidy with no father to father the fatherless there’s no money to give to the homeless so more and more homes go up in B-town but downtown more and more lives are free to lay down on vents
Everybody cries for freedom… but most ain’t willing to search for her ‘cause she’s found way down deep within
And searching takes a bit of time and a whole lot of effort… but who has time in this new age of technology that is supposed to be free-ing up our time… cell phones fast cars palms on-stars…
And poor kids… ‘cause all parents see stars in ‘em but because their not they try hard to live free through them…
Gobble gobble… between work and managing a family where does it all go?
Gobble gobble… time is necessity and freedom a must so parents try hard to have both dividing freedom into mini blocks of little time while balancing 2 ‘n 3 jobs… 3 ‘n 4 lives… 4 ‘n 5 personalities
But personally if you were to ask me about freedom… I’d tell you that it is a state of mind…
What you envision you become… and only those who can stretch beyond known mental limits encompass freedom
So I make time to take time and find that place where my soul is at rest and unwind from stress filled days… because while society continues to stress subliminally sayin’… you need more pay to be free… I realize that I don’t
Freedom is where I walk… Freedom is where I stand… Freedom is knowing who I am… and Freedom is not giving a damn who you perceive me to be…
Freedom is waking every morning thanking your God for being blessed… and Freedom is knowing deep down on the inside… that you truly are as free as you Choose to be!

9:04pm
Apr 20th 2005
Created by Al St. Louis