oneself the rhyme patterns are easily decipherable, quite often complex, and seem to cover many distinct styles of emceeing. The complexity of the rhyme patterns of certain chapters seems to correlate to the complexity of the subject matter. Yet, the content of a recited piece, even of great complexity, is much more easily digestible through the use of rhyme and rhythmic patterns.
It has been a great temptation of mine either to footnote or to write a complete companion piece to these seven poems. Yet, I believe that there is more insight to be found by sharing it with as many as possible and allowing people to discover their own references and viewpoints. My opinions on the text and on hip-hop are my own. I can claim no true authority over the art form or the varied voices of our generation. I am one of many. It has been my intention to share these words in their written form for the sake of accomplishing what I have believed to be my personal responsibility since finding them. Regardless of how they reach you, one thing remains clear: Whether hip-hop is the offspring of the streets or a seed planted by ancient African shamans whose foresight allowed them to plant seeds in the hearts and minds of a stolen people, only to blossom four generations after slavery for the sake of expressing the highest ideas of freedom, itâs ours, or in the words of T-La Rock, itâs yours.
PART 2
SEVEN MOUNTAINS:
JOURNAL EXCERPTS 1994â2001
1994
These are, perhaps, some of the greatest moments of my life. I have âbeen ledâ or âfallen intoâ or âhappened uponâ a series of events, revelations, insights that have brought on some of the most intense feelings and experiences I have ever had. My overall search has been effortful, but these newly acquired insights, sensibilities, and thoughts have been effortless steps toward a greater state of awareness. These past few days I have had several awkward or mystical occurrences, which were almost immediately confirmed as ârealâ or âvalidâ in a later moment.
I have been led to adopt new beliefs, which seem to be a prerequisite to existing beyond the mirror. I am very sure that there is much to be experienced beyond the mirrors of this physical realm. By âbeyondâ I mean seeing past an image or through, within, or behind it. Yet, also seeing it as it is. And I mean âisâ in the fullest sense. I am both blessed and burdened. Now that I know, or am at the beginning of knowing, I must act or be eternally un â¦
I was born today.
Just now.
Just now.
Just now.
Just now.
Just now.
Mixed emotion
Contrived commotion
Natural struggle
Lead-filled sacks
On non-burdened backs
Finding the time to love
In the midst of chaos
It birthed us, nourishes us
We live in it and for it
If we were free
Weâd fight for the freedom
To recreate it.
Whoâs your master?
Your dreams of disaster
Nightmares of freedom
Fantasies of fantasies
Which you claim we have no time for
Because weâre being choked?
Well, what if time ceased to be time?
How would that affect your tomorrows of freedom?
Where would that leave us, today?
Would you then find the time to inhale and exhale
And wear those hands around your neck
As a necklace, accessorizing your
Newfound suit of
Mixed emotion
Contrived commotion â¦
⦠infinity
How can I escape this cycle?
Must I turn with the world
In the direction it dictates?
Am I the windâs slave?
As instruments come to life with breath
The wind sends my high notes
To indigo communions
With Coltraneâs Favorite Things
This is my body, which is given for you
This is my blood which is shed for you
My love, like the wind, uncaged,
Blows time into timeless whirlpools
Transfiguring fear and all of its subordinates
(possession, fear, jealousy)
into crumbling dried leaves
My love is the winds slave
and, thus, is free
my love is the wind that is shaped
as it