I AM - The MC

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Life interrupt art? Weary from the day’s unstimulating work, feet and left brain rest in a quiet moment as the rain falls. Reminded summer is over, I reminisce a simpler time when I used to rhyme over desktop beats in high school. That’s when the restless creative brain breaks the silence... just to reaffirm who I am. Ahh to vlog or not to vlog? To censor or keep it raw and uncut? Well here’s a topic to consider: correct use of Jamaican expletives and how to conjugate them #iam #freestyle #TheMC #JamaicanRapper #SpokenWord #Poetry

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I have a dream....

50 Years later...

Read all about it (Pt3) - Emile Sande

You've got the words to change a nation but you’re biting your tongue

You've spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong

If no one ever hears it, how we gonna learn your song?

So come on come on, come on come on

You've got a heart as loud as lions so why let your voice be tamed?

Maybe we’re a little different, there’s no need to be ashamed

You've got the light to fight the shadows so stop hiding it away

Come on, come on

Chorus:

I wanna sing

I wanna shout

I wanna scream till the words dry out

So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid

They can read all about it, read all about it oh

Oh ohhh oh

Ohhh ohhh oh

Ohhh oh oh

At night we’re waking up the neighbours while we sing away the blues

Making sure that we’re remember yeah, cause we all matter too

If the truth has been forbidden, then we’re breaking all the rules

So come on come on, come on come on

Let’s get the TV and the radio to play our tune again,

It’s bout time we got some airplay of our version of events

There’s no need to be afraid, I will sing with you my friend

Come on come on

(Repeat Chorus)

Yeah we’re all wonderful, wonderful people

So when did we all get so fearful?

Now we’re finally finding our voices

So take a chance come help me sing this

Yeah we’re all wonderful, wonderful people

So when did we all get so fearful?

And now we’re finally finding our voices

Just take a chance come help me sing this

(Repeat Chorus x 2)

First fell in love with this girl in July when I heard My Kind of Love, but this song just opens me up like it was written for me the way how I feel it. 

To my number one fan...

I could O.D. on this cocktail: getting lost in the music, engaging and connecting with you in the crowd. I cant get this high often enough, but when I come down; hop off that stage; lights, cameras, mics all switched off, its easy to take for granted that you're still checking for me.

See I go back to my ordinary humbling life, quietly feigning for those moments between.

I try to get it back. I try to put it together. Pieces of me, scattered all over the floor and walls of my solitude. Melodies wake me from my sleep, I write them down quickly lest I lose them as they fade like dreams. Others have plagued me for years. I tune in to the din of voices in my head speaking over each other incessantly in prose. Thoughts on my chest like an aggressive persistent cough. I need to get it off, get it out...

Where did that come from?

That joy from writing and composing is the gateway drug that's gotten me here...smacking my knees, scratching my elbows, bussing shots through my ceiling with my gun finger, or that finger-snapping you do with your middle finger and thumb together while index finger lets loose (girls that dance 'hot wuk' understand. Men that give it do too). But I digress...

I'm a junkie you see, irrational, here one minute, spaced out the next, but i never stop moving. Perpetually focused and scatterbrained all at once. I disappear, not because I'm not channeling my gifts to purpose. I'm trying to better share them. Bare with me...

I am eternally grateful for all the time you have lent to my dream.

Thank you for helping me to support my habit.

Back in the studio with Kabhir Bonner

10 years ago I officially started this journey in music. After an 18 track demo and plenty cassettes full of deck recorded freestyles circulated among friends, 'Mystory' began in studio with Kabhir Bonner. '2002/For My...'

This is for my ghetto children

Not the ones that's living in it but the ones that's got it living in em 

This is for my warriors

Not the ones that start wars but the ones that's gotta fight the odds

This is for the poor 

Not those that live beyond they means but the ones without the means to live 

keep your heads up ... this ones for me and you 

2002 we gon' turn these grey skies blue 

...And that's how I came out the gate with my first official recording. Fully embracing that I was a British Jamaican yute spitting from my hip hop soul. I turned around and spoke on my environment, Music Correspondent coming to you live from the streets of round town Kingston, Jamaica.

Now I find myself back in the studio with Kabs 10 years later with a focus shifted further forward to the rest of the world, the global marketplace, Jamaica my backyard...

Watch the Hype

First things first don’t watch me suck uself

Difamli imma buss maself

I got peeps in the streets don’t need your help

So don’t worry who I sounds like

Worry who I pops it down like SShhhh 

hear that bassline from the distance

Carbine aint no use resisting

More time hot blood running through my system

War time when I hear the rhythm I'm never itchin to spit it

I'm tripping to step in the booth with my ammunition

And give it everything I got

cos nuff o these ways we praise they just don’t stop

So for all a yall not enjoying uself

When the session lock early and you came in at 12

Bad boy Wanna see your chain your watch

TV so lame till you just cant ... 

Watch the hype watch the hype 
Nuff a them bad boy a bad man girlfriend at night

Watch you hype watch you hype 
Nuff a them want start the war can’t take the scars

Dem a watch the hype watch the hype 
Till nuff a them floss and a talk and cant walk the walk

Don’t watch the hype my friend 
You and I know we got way better things to do

Man a dance with man and a flash them wrist a wha this man the end is near

But is like the more we a bun out the more them a come out so lef the chichi them there

When we could a deh Iraq where them have the thing them pon lock

heads roll before you can chat

Take your daughter away in the middle of the day

Aint nothing you can say about that

Poor Mr. bigley Mrs. hassan are we so blind to whats going on

Its not the first and wont be the last we follow down the same old paths

But no you wanna change the channel on your tv

So you don’t have to deal with reality

Cos you like when the wool pull over your eyes

So you stay there watch the hype

We nah change the world we a watch the hype

Yo watch the hype

So you can stay there watch the hype

When you a go read between the lines and stop..

CHORUS

And they don’t wanna play this verse mix me out

When I say it hurts and I aint even scratch the surface

Look all the things we worship Mercedes whips and platinum chains

Distraction tactics $#!? don’t change

Still no cure for cancer cure for aids

Bigger hole in the ozone shorter days

before the music fades lemme say this...

Puppets in the Whitehouse bodies in the sea

Satellites out in space spying on me

Famine drought child prostitution war and slavery

So much in we face is like we just can’t see

...

IF - Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

My favorite poem from childhood, once committed to memory, I search for it now way more stirred by its meaning.

NUMB - Marina and the Diamonds

One track mind like a gold fish

Stuck inside my petri dish

I can't breath and I can't smile

This better be worth my while

I feel numb most of the time

The lower I get the higher I'll climb

And I will wonder why

I got dark only to shine

Looking for the golden light

Oh, it's a reasonable sacrifice

Burn, burn, burn bright

Forgo family, forgo friends

It's how it started, how it ends

I can open up and cry

Coz I've been sobbing all my life

I feel numb most of the time

The lower I get the higher I'll climb

And I will wonder why

I got dark only to shine

Looking for the golden light

Oh it's a reasonable sacrifice

Burn, burn, burn bright

Burn, burn, burn bright

Oh, I get dark oh and I'm in hell

I need a friend, oh but I can't yell

Yeah, I'm no good, no good to anyone

Coz all I care about is being number one

Shine, looking for the golden light

Oh it's a reasonable sacrifice

Shine, looking for the golden light

Oh it's a reasonable sacrifice (sacrifice)

I feel numb most of the time

The lower I get the higher I'll climb

And I will wonder why

I got dark only to shine

And I light up the sky

Stars that burn the brightest

Fall so fast and pass you by

Cough like empty lighters

I feel numb most of the time

The lower I get the higher I'll climb

And I will wonder why

I get dark only to shine

And I light up the sky

Stars that burn the brightest

Fall so fast and pass you by

Spark like empty lighters

Roslyn Williams - Crisis

"Gosh,I think I lose who I think I am when I'm on stage and that's when the real...free me comes out".

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I WANT TO GET FREE...

The light gets so bright that the crowd disappears, 

The music so intense that its all I can hear 

Till I can hear no more just feel, 

Till I can think no more just channel, 

I see the body of restriction I have left for the stream of limitlessness...

I have tapped in... 

Sleeping with Lady Fender

Under cover from blankets of heavy heavy rain

She and I make sounds of love without refrain

James Dean - quote for the day

"Dream as if you'll live forever, 
Live as if you'll die today."

James Dean