Forbidden Fruits By C.M.P. of CMPerceptions, Inc. (Original Song: Stay By Nas of Ill Will Records)
Piano keys. Violins. A little wine. A lot of sin. In the church of lust, she was glad to attend. She came out with her desire so I’m going in. Sensual touch. Hands & fingers brush. Captivated by scents, ensnared by your touch. Peeped you from afar and you knew I was gonna crush. You whispered in my ear plainly you just wanna…..
This is such a rush. I was speeding toward my destiny til i saw you then you got me stuck. I would say no more sex, you would say cool. Next day, back at it like day school On a weekday. You’d seek after our gathering like a sweepstakes. Despite cheap dates & even cheaper time. We would convo briefly then you would show your spine. Angel of seduction, sinful yet so divine. I hope this doesn’t catch up with me because you’re SO fine. Saxophones & candles, moonlit walks. Soft kisses in between a hard talk. A talk about affairs of the heart. A raider of chambers, picking locks in the dark. Yet what’s done in darkness always comes to light. My soul says no but the feeling’s so right. I look to the Heavens & say Lord just one night. One turns to two, I’m so dumb right? A woman like you only wants right now With no regard for God’s laws so I pipe down And silhouettes of sex are next, hormones are hype now You see me as a stallion, no gun when I’m grabbin’ magnums. You think I’m handsome, I think you are a beauty pageant. The allure of your hips got me HOT like the breath of a dragon. Achievements look good on your resume but babe… you’d look even better on top of me. When we are one, I’d rather be no place else Yet we separate I feel like half of myself. I think I snorted lines & even hit the needle Because I’m addicted to you, to last night I need a sequel. Shoot me picture messages so I can see a prequel. Head hangin’ low as I pass by steeples How can I talk revolution to a world of sheeple When I’m caught up in the rapture between your legs because my body needs you? I sacrificed time & the art life got blurred When I saw you brush pass me with those kind of curves. A man’s kryponite, even the forbidden fruit. Tis’ the nature of man to desire what we aren’t suppose to do. You got me red hot then I’m kind of blue. You say we should be friends then that’s kind of thru. So many relations, let’s start a relationship But I can’t trust you, I just like to taste your lips. You wanna cry tears but still want me to take a tip Into the ride right inside of your vacant hips. We are dyfuctional! We should have never started! I got these memories from my dearly departed. My third eye wants clarity yet in departments Or corridors of my mind are scarred by these hidden compartments. I’m enchained by you & I need to break free! You know what I want but I know what I need. I know condoms break so I don’t wanna have seeds Especially since extascy comes before tradegy. We opened pandora’s box & now its hard to close. I want to flee this youthful lust, LORD u gotta know! Sin pleases for a season but I gotta grow. I sacrifice this pleasure so peace love, I gotta go. The Whirlwind blows & it calls me. I know I hurt you babe. For that I’m sorry. To every girl to whom this story may ring a bell, hours of heaven just to get scars from hell. These are various past encounters mixed into this cocktail For you to sip slow & listen…and learn well. Scars are the cost of sin because you rebelled. Beware forbidden fruit found in between legs & hotels… until you’re married…then on that ice cream you can pop a cherry.
Whirlwind BY C.M.P. of CMPerceptions, Inc. (Original Song : What Goes Around, Comes Around By Justin Timberlake)
The Whirlwind is a mystery From antiquity Brought forth to mankind as you are witnessing. As you are listening, the Whirlwind is active. The Whirlwind is invisible but you can see its action. The Whirlwind is a symbol, the secret of it is balance. High highs, low lows, take the good & the bad with Everything in life. The Whirlwind is ripe, gifted to man from beyond the skies, Originally God’s dreidel, When the Cosmos dwelled in cradles. Beyond Orion’s belt, beyond the stars of Draco, Beyond the big dipper & the little dipper halos, Beyond the sands of time when the hour glass was playdo. This is not a fable Or dillusions from an artist. The Whirlwind is real & it hit me the hardest. July 2012, I fainted on concrete. My head sounded like a bowling ball as my head leveled with my feet. In the matter of a blink, I exited this shell Of flesh to dwell in heavenely, spiritual realms. I felt peace unparalleled To anything earth could offer I was floating rather than standing And saw nothing, just darkness But felt a huge energy making things live I felt free to enjoy the gifts eternity would give As I inched forward, somehow I felt a block. I felt a force in the form of a hand push in my heart Then I started to feel different as I then started to breathe, I started to feel my flesh, I started to feel the heat. I slowly opened my eyes & upside was my OG Asking me how I was & I said what happened to me? He said that I had faint, exhausted to the point of death. Free fell on concrete, got pale then almost left Due to my lack of breath, OG was smackin’ me hard To try to revive but I was close to go see God. But I’m back as a living martyr to share & lend game To the People of the world longing for a change. I’m a living witness of magic, no Merlin. Just direct connection with the MOST HIGH in the Whirlwind…
TRAP AMERICA BY C.M.P. of CMPerceptions, Inc. (Original Song : BLOCKA - Pusha T of GOOD MUSIC)
ALL PRAISE TO THE MOST HIGH AND I WON’T LIE, MY DNA IS LIGHT & DARK BUT I CHOSE THE PATH THAT I’M GONE’ TROD; THAT BROAD PATH IS WHAT’S COMMON, THAT NARROW PATH IS GOD’S WORK CROSS COUNTRY WITH MY CROSS, YET GOT A FAMILY TIE OFF IN CHURCH. MOMS DID THE BAR HOPPING UNTIL GOD’S LIGHT INVADED YET POPS WAS OFF THAT HOT BLOCK WHERE THEM COPS FLOCK OFF THAT PAVEMENT. I BEEN AROUND OLD DOPEBOYS WHO ASPIRED TO BE MADE MEN. TRY BEING A FAMILY WHEN IN A TRAP HOUSE YOU WAS RAISED IN!!! DIRTY STRAPS, DIRTY MIND, DIRTY MONEY, DIRTY GRIND. SAW A WHITE WOMAN WITH BLACK VEINS, SAW BLACK MEN GO BLIND OFF GREEN MONEY & WHITE WORK. TAKE YOUR PICK, WHICH IS QUITE WORSE: BEING CURSED WITH YEARS TO IN JAIL OR DECAYING IN A TIGHT HEARSE?
HEAR YE TRAP AMERICA, PITCHING DRUGS FOR PROFIT MOLLY, COCAINE, PYREX WHIPPED PRODUCT ONLY THE TRAPPED TRAP, THEY DO IT AS A LAST RESORT THEY WANNA GET IN & OUT YET GET MORE THEN THEY ASKED FOR! THE ODDS AIN’T IN YOUR FAVOR, REPENT & SEEK THE SAVIOR. MANY SELL THEY SOUL FOR NOW WITH NO REGARD FOR LATER. WE ARE NIGH THE END OF TIME! BUT YOU SING DRUG LULLABIES WITH THESE RAPPERS MAKIN’ IT COOL, THROWIN’ ILLUMINATI SIGNS?!? HARD ENOUGH TO BE LEGIT! WHY TRAP TO A BLIND FLOCK BOUND BY DRUGS, IN POVERTY, PARANOID, ON WATCH FOR COPS. GOD SEES YO EVIL DEEDS THAT YOU DO CUZ YOU NEED THE CAKE AND IF YOU DONT PRAY TO CHANGE YOUR WAYS, YOUR DEMISE IS COMING ONE DAY. *LOUD NOISE FOR IMPACT*
Contemplation (Selah) By C.M.P. of CMPerceptions, Inc. (Original Song: Waves By Joey Bad*$$ of Pro Era)
You ever wonder why it wasn’t them & it was you Who was gifted with game to rise in the world? I do. Why was it me who had options? Why did I see progress While all my peers struggled, just to be barely surviving? From OGs to the same age as me off the block. We had the same playing field when it came to cops. I remember I got ribbed for talking proper. Bilingual generation, we can talk business or choppa. Held a choppa on my lap when I was 13, The power to make a man strip or to make him bleed. But I prefer business, not into gun play. I’m an artist flying off runways. A lot of my People don’t dream anyone, clouded by the thoughts of no longer being poor Plus the hood is a war, mean mugging & guarded… Singin’ prayers to the MOST HIGH as I enter into this garden by the name of Eden as I wait for my Eve. I pray she helps & doesn’t hurt cuz women deceive, I saw that up close as homies had seeds. Baby mama drama before they out they preteens. Condoms cheaper than diapers but it’s safer to wait If she’s queenly, wife her then together build an estate. I was stressing my mama, I had anger issues. I use to punch walls, tears drunk off of tissues. Same stories as boys, I needed my father. But he need white & he needed a dollar, But philosopher, scholar of pan African belief. He wrestled with demons that I saw, literally. From my grandfather’s past of pimping & pushing. To my father’s present of trapping & cooking. I’m break in the cycle, I’m creating & shooting. I started off poor but I kept on moving. Dream vs. business, constant cash production. I went in debt going into business but I had something. My camera was my only asset in the Whirlwind. 08 Bonnie & Clyde, just me & my girlfriend. I needed money but I needed to learn. Humility before honor was my only concern Youth can be dumb, deaf & blind if not active. Without guidance, you succumb when you are distracted. But can you blame them? Look at the home life of the youth. Revolution starts in the home, I am living proof. I stopped watching tv to project my thoughts, Kept my head in a book so I was kept smart. Analytical yet a free spirit so I looked into art. As a child, it was the peace that aided my heart. I was bound to a notebook scribbled with notes Of a young black male, desperate for life & holding to hope. Now I see visions manifesting that had me stressing But I’m ready to inherit my long promised blessing. My life is changing & responsibilities to be balanced. Just like my parents, I’ll never back down from a challenge. Yet I feel saddened by how many of mine are stagnant, Crippled by the sins of descendants & past baggage While I’m at baggage claim. I feel guilty For being successful sometimes but really… Maybe I can make a difference once I’m in position. Put on for the LIGHT or the Christ of the Christians. Place LOVE above money yet invest in my People. To the great depression, the great recession is the sequel. So in my business ventures as I grow to see dough, I gotta breed LIFE because so much death is being sowed. It’s all happening fast in the age of info They want you slow before they speed up the tempo…..
Catch myself & Sherm the Germ at the Milwaukee Art Museum this Tuesday at 6:00 p.m. at a Milwaukee Artist Resource Network event showcasing a CMPerceptions piece of visual art called “THE EXPERIENCE”, viewable here: http://t.co/aFwNGbu4Aw
Cover for the event is only $5. We will catch you in the Whirlwind.