Agatha

She was trapped, and afraid to escape,
It seemed like everyone around her felt
stuck, confined, content with dirt.
Dampened spirits no one cared to fight anymore.
She wasn't comfortable so she made her way of escape.

Agatha ran the race of her life when she finally broke free
She was free at last,
Oh so good! fresh air.

Agatha was free at last, and she
Found her way to the highway,
The road, she started the journey. But,
every person she trusted for help had seen her on the news

She's been declared wanted by her captor
and there's a ransom
It became hard to trust anyone,
she lost faith, I think she felt she was free but alone
Bounty hunters all around.

Agathas freedom has been compromised.
All She wanted was to be out of prison
She wasn't ready for this, didn't bargain for this.
So sadly and slowly Agatha stopped fighting
She surrendered to her hunter
And they put her back in prison.

Note:
It's not important what her crime is
This wasn't a lawful prison.
Agatha failed to plan well, she wasn't prepared, that's why she failed.

Thought :
I think Agatha shouldn't get comfortable with failure,
I hope she tries again,
and this time with a good plan.

What's the truth?

The destroyer thrives on fear.
And it's the fears we've refused to admit
I'm not only preaching to you, I'm preaching to me.

We're afraid of something
We're afraid to  dig deep
We don't even acknowledge the destroyer as the enemy
He has become 'a friend'
We Believe in a system, but a system filled with flaws
There's no peace when we believe lies.                              Selah.
1+1 equals 2, but in these system that doesn't sum up

Here, What we substitute for joy is mere 'fun'
last just for a moment.
(See, joy is soul deep, can't be fabricated)
Insatiable want, a need, we desire more...
We just are to scared to admit it, but we know it

There's got to be more to life.
Something is wrong with the system.
Ehmmmmm, so why are we so afraid of  the TRUTH?

From the New York Times.

“When we open a market, everyone asks, ‘How many stores will you open?’ ” he said. “Honestly, I didn’t know. It depends on the customer and how big the demand is. We must have the dialogue with the customers and learn from them. It’s not us saying you must have this. It’s you saying it.”

In New York, they did one page saying they were opening — in The New York Times,” Echevarría said. “But it’s not a campaign; it’s an announcement; it’s information. The company does not talk about itself. The idea was that the client was to talk about the company. It was not to say how good it could be. The customer would say that if it was deserved.”

while Spain has been suffering through real estate and debt crises (following the global financial crisis), Inditex has prospered. Echevarría said that is because the customer is always determining production — not the other way around. Every piece of clothing the company makes has, in a way, been requested. A business model that is so closely attuned to the customer does not share the cycle of a financial crisis.

“Actually, the customer is more or less the same in New York and Istanbul,” she said. “There are differences, like Brazilian girls like more brilliant colors, whereas in Paris they use more black. But in general when you find a fashion trend, it’s global.”

Inditex takes the fashion pulse of the world. A trend can last a half a year, but some are finished in a month.

Christian Louboutin took Inditex to court for selling the company’s signature red-soled shoes but lost, mainly because Inditex takes care to change its designs just enough to evade copyright laws.
Golsorkhi says. “I was of the same mind myself, but I have grown out of that because I realize that the fashion companies also copy each other. In the end, no one’s original.”

They have done process innovation very well,” says Nelson Fraiman, a professor at Columbia Business School who has studied the Inditex model. “Product innovation? No. But tell me one Chinese company that has done product innovation very well. They are brilliant at process. I think you should give a cheer for process innovation.”

He was talking about Zara (the store).

Dear Josh, I'm beginning to understand why we met.
Life is what life is and I had to learn through you that good people didn't go extinct.
You told me not to change, it's hard to stay nice,  humans can be mean, very mean.

Life went on after you left...
I've met all sorts of people, its hard to not be naive, its hard to just jugde from the first glance,
And its impossible to know how the story ends from the beginning...
It always starts off fine then I'm 'WOWED' oh well!
People are amazing :)

Naive as I was, you never took advantage,
You weren't perfect but I saw you try,
That you tried made the difference.
You were as confused as I am about the world and its people,
You were also strong enough to know there was hope.
I hope you know, me finding you was me finding hope.

You didn't come and vanish... You made an impact, memories to last.

I've come to understand, that to live sane is to understand there's a purpose for every thing.
Its okay that you're gone, different phase. Spirits never die that's consoling :)..
You were a good man, I now know its not easy to stay good, but even with all your trials you gave it a try...
Hey! See where it got you, at least it got you a name.
A good name.

I know you're okay, I know you're fine. You owe me nothing, you were a young man who deserved peace.

To the great beyond my best friend, my unofficial ex.. I know you smile, my friend lives on. And you know? Just for that I smile back too...
I'll keep trying josh, I won't change.
I miss you Josh.

Hope, faith and love

Does it hurt? Yes! Now and then,
right now not at all
Wounds heal, you shouldn't run from the memories
After a while scars can make you smile,
The lessons they taught, the future they paved.

Do I hurt? When it hurts I cry,
Not immune to pain, I have thick skin, I'm human.
Do I forget? Nope.
But do I forgive?  Yup.
Lifes to short to hold a grudge
If I must live at least let me live in peace.
Hate is poison in ones soul
Ewww slowly dieing, a painful way to die.

Do I love you? Yes with all my heart.
Do I understand why you'll hurt me? Probably never will.
The sooner we understand not all questions would be answered the better.
I don't really care that you can be evil at times
I can be evil at times too..
But for the grace of God where would I be?

When my wounds heal
When I see my scars.
I won't remember the evil I saw,
I'll remember why I love you.
I hear love keeps no record of wrong.
Hope, faith and love.
The greatest really is Love...

We Rise

I am not where I want to be
But I'm en route destination..
Does result justify all means?
The long,hard and honest path or short cuts,
Which is appropriate? Which is my choice?

Does pain make one stronger,
Still must I go through the pain?
And why compare man to steel?
Steel goes through the heat, must man do the same?

Tell me a story, a story of a man
How a man got to his destination
Yet endured no pain.
"its not if a man is king, but how he wears the crown"

Grateful for another day.
Still breathing, so then I still have purpose.
Today my choice would tell
What the future holds for me

Nothing is as certain as rock
But I pave my way,
The power of my actions,
I am a god
I make my own way.

To go through the long honest route
And endure, or
Go the other route and seat on the throne in a short while.
I've heard patience makes one stronger,
Patience is a battle with ones self,
Who wins at the end?

Why compare man to steel?
The Spirit of man lives forever,
Steel has no soul.
But if everything has purpose, what is its purpose?
Perhaps to tell a story. Who knows.....

There is purpose in our pain.
"after the fire has tested me,I will come out as gold"
From the ashes... We rise.

MORALITY

Its below the balance. I speak of morality.
we've strayed away, forgotten the lessons once taught by the elders
forgotten the voice of our conscience.
We think old people equals old mind
we are blind, we assume they know nothing of this century,
things have changed, thats our excuse.
but nothing is new under the sun. if u think of it from that perspective....
it becomes - different scene, same problem, same basic technique (or advanced technique).
the truth is the truth, it would never change
history repeats itself, learn from the wise
i could save myself a lot of trouble if I'll just listen.


ask self : whose voice am i listening to? note that you are listening to someone, theres always a voice.

Sister

How can i not call you sister
How can i not hurt when you hurt?
How can i not care and
why wont i walk a mile in your shoe,
to know where it hurts...
why haven't i apologized?
why do i hold a grudge, bearing a cross..
isn't it easier to forgive?
the world is bad , the world is terrible
thats the more reasons as to why i need you.
i Loved you once, I'll love you again
let me apologize for the both of us
cos it hurts to see you just walk away.

i pretend i am strong,
its the lie i tell myself
if Love is weakness, then for Love i am a slave.
i say a prayer for you,
for once upon a time we were friends
i'm ready to go back, to risk it, being hurt again
I'll be smarter, but a risk I'm willing to take.
its really sad to see you just walk away.

i still love you, so i always say a prayer for you
" Dear Lord, i love her, im no better than she is
and im sure you love me so i know you love her too..
pls bless her dear Lord, in your hands i commit my dear friend"
See, i always smile when you walk into the room
always happy to see you, just till you walk away....

kerions outtro

I refuse to be another black statistic
A black man who can wine and dine in the sin of the world and still be considered a christian
I plan on being great
I care not to be less
 I refuse to wear a bar-code across my chest
I refuse to let a black tee or throwback jersey define me
I refuse to let my children witness divorce
Or make mature decisions in court
I refuse to grow up carrying the generational curse
I refuse to feel the need to curse in my verse
I hate being automatically looked at when someone asks can anyone rap
I wanna be a black man that can flip it from urban to corporate measures
A black man who doesn't gain knowledge from the world for his own pleasures
 A black man who reps Christ to the fullest with no regrets
My only regret is the stigma that many black statistics in the past have set
Like going to jail, bragging about bail, leaving our kids, cussing at church,
married and you still flirt, no father present at birth
Animosity within the ministers of our church
I refuse to let my people be viewed as temporary
I plan on planting a seed not for the moment but for one thats legendary
As for statistics
My father broke the mode
And i feel its my job for the next generation to continue in it
 Because i refuse to be another black statistic.


from the album Hero, by kirk Franklin.

Most times its with the best of intentions we do what we do,
Sometimes actions get misinterpreted.
You do not listen to what I'm saying,
Instead you hear what you assume i am saying
That’s when we lose focus....
Wondering, trying to understand "who i think i am to judge"

In need of forgiveness
You need to be forgiven
Crimes against humanity, crimes against my brother.
How do you make it in this world without being cold,
At least just once....

Truth could hurt, put that in mind.
Also,  put in mind, my  truth isn't necessarily reality
Just what I see from my point of view
Don’t mean to offend you,
You see, I may be wrong, but i may be right

If what I say aligns with the truth you already know
I.e. your present reality
Then I did my brother well
Hopefully now you can tell, it’s not only you who sees the real you
I am your friend and i see it too

So again I may be wrong, i may be right
But if I don’t say my observations
Isn’t that a crime to a loved one?
Should I leave you in denial?
Then haven’t I robbed you of freedom
For i have left a friend in denial,
Allowed you believe illusions, mirages, all lies.

Please! Forgive me if i am wrong
But what if I am right?