#cminorsounds

1.) I’m about to create a new tumblr dedicated to my music. So if you following me be on the look out for that. I’m hoping yall fuck with me enough to actually follow and support the movement I’m trying to make. Because it ain’t just about me. It’s about each and everyone of you. I’m trying to do something positive and make my dreams come true and along the way I wanna make other peoples dreams come true too.

2.) I don’t really have much to say on here... and honestly I’m tired of talking. Nobody really listens or pays attention and Tumblr to me just seems to be another one of those social networking sites where people just continue to say shit but nothing progressive seems to be going on. I see a whole lot of venting which is cool. But I don’t feel like tumblr is being used to the capacity that it should be used. 

I’m not gonna lie I’ve learned a lot through tumblr. But I don’t really think that should be the only use that Tumblr has. Maybe I don’t see it on my timeline... maybe I don’t see how people are coming together to help folks other than educating them on social topics such as Rape Culture/Racism/Classism/etc. etc. etc. But we could be organizing and taking this whole thing to another level but I don’t think that we are. The thing I love about tumblr is all the beautiful black faces I see. I love the pride I see in my people and thats what keeps me around. But I got better things to do than Reblog and Repost things. I’m trying to do what I always set out to do... I’m going to change the world for the better. So I can’t waste no more time. 

The logic is the reason, I produce proof of my existence, Arachnid poems, mind spinning webs of death in experience You could die from it if you were alive, or otherwise, Touch the sky while you're falling from facades that arise Like Sol, a son's tears turned light to life, Water from his eyes turned rays that cut like knife Daughter turned her smile to moonlight, Shine brighter in the darkness of her daily plight I recite these poems signed with precise penmanship, That could carry the Ark's capacity as I expand lengths Of the working world, while opening the mind of a workin girl Working to work her legs up and open to walk her open world Take a stroll down epiphany lane, part pain, Just the red sea that fills and envelopes your brain Right and Life side, your east and your west side,  After all we need both to cope what time provides

I don't even care about it at all, I'm kinda over, The boulders that were closer to crushing both of my shoulders But how could you relate, what is in experience, Whats it all to do when its due out of remembrance Like the temperament of the times ain't like bullets and teeth, Like they both don't rip flesh from the bones off of your feet Like they don't carry the weight Atlas had in his seat, Take off your shoes and maybe we could trade as we meet But would it matter at all,? If this verse were reversed and inversed I hope it breaks your fall And at worst it may shatter your vision in tall, Cotton, spotted off Peter's Tails about the fall Of man... but at the end of the day who gives a damn At the end of the day when Hoover let the flood gates go ham And the let the waters rush the community in which I stand But fuck it, I'm still on this porch with this gun in my hand