Dec 20, 2012

InnerSoul Sessions Song 9: Queen U







the concept to this song came about
when i saw my sister watching one of those Hollywood red carpet shows
idolizing and glorifying today's Hollywood actresses
without having any real sense of its history
or the reality of the way things are and how they came to be this way
the struggle and the sacrifice of so many people of color
fighting to become recognized as equal players
in that silver screen world designed and controlled
by the big money people responsible
of the images being released into that other world:
the one everyday people live in 

my sis is so much more special to me
than the image they portray on tv
of what young women like her are supposed to be like
and my prayer for her is
that despite life's confusion
she will stay the pure beautiful person she is now

the song came about as a jam that Attila Beats my pops and I
did at Attila's crib in Haarlem Holland
after he finished his radio show in a local bar we got to work
he made the beat, i did the bass and guitar parts
and pops put the horns on it..



 I been around the world ain't seen beauty like yours
and still you get your self image from girls on dance floors 
on all fours with no problems gettin' called whores 
best believe it wasn't like that before
moma come home you better open all doors 
pull up her throne and fix her some dinner 
serve her like a queen yeah treat her like a winner 
cause she the one that hold the family together 
when it comes to you nothing less than the best 
cause you to me ain't nothing like the rest 
all respekt due to them that do what they got to do 
to make it thru this ain't for you
this is for my sisses and other little misses 
sedused by promises and chasin' empty dreams in a world 
out to kill they self esteem by all means pursue your dreams 
but know things ain't always what they seem

See people in power push their agenda
Hollywood is an illusion built on propaganda
first they build you up then they hit you with the slander
next year what you supply they not in demand of
I understand you just following a trend
you not to blame it’s the ones run who run the game
that have people risk their soul for a taste of fame
sis it’s a shame but that’s how it is
promises in exchange for  the priceless
got precious children hatin' their own likeness
we the seeds of the gods the children of the righteous
nah it ain't no mystery them treatin' us like this
is by design they try to keep us blindfolded
media the tool they use to keep our minds molded
in a state of confusion where humanity is losin'
its what they been doin' since before the constitution 

politrix has been part of their plan
that’s why blacks never had a place in Hollywood land
knowledge our race always had masters of the trade
but back in the days they were made to play maids
truth is they see people as slaves
so respekt to them that paved our way
baby you are true beauty
a princess  in a long line of royalty
Billie Holiday Queen Latifah
Lynn Collins of course Aretha
Miss celia cruz Monie Love Mc Lyte
check out how they do they thing if you wanna do it right
Miss marley Miss Wallace Miss Afeni Shakur
living examples of what it means to endure
I pray for all the unsung people making a way
and for all the young ones stay strong you’ll find a way    



Dec 19, 2012

Blue Collar Soul Song 8: Ease Your Mind



Besides the song "Take time"
this has got to be the most personal
song on the album for me

Where "Take time" is dealing with realizing
that my mother really has passed away
this song deals with the aftermath of that realization
getting used to her energy changing form 

Getting used to knowing what people mean
when they say that the loss of a parent
is something you never fully get over
something like that

I had a difficult time coming home
and going back to what people call life as usual
the feelings of loss, and other varying emotions
as well as countless memories don't seem to all come at once
they seem to more or less come in waves
something might trigger them
sometimes nothing at all happens for me to be in that zone
where I'm just thinking back on when she was still
just a phone call away

I think of the love and concern shown
by my elders and  loved ones
and thank them




  I lost so much already 
so many things in life unsteady
not really sure what the future will bring 
not sure if we're gonna win
all my life i been tryina do right
wanted nothing more than see people unite
tryina do what's right in god's sight
still i gained not a thing without puttin up a fight 

everybody talk but nobody really know 
the way you feel inside when you feelin' low
my elders say answers come with time 
shed your tears ease your mind 
sometimes a smile tomorrow comes 
not without a teardrop today
sometimes a smile tomorrow comes
i guess that's the price we pay






Dec 18, 2012

Blue Collar Soul Song 7: Freedom




Young and old
Fighting for their soul
Living in a lie
Trying to survive


Sometime i close my eyes for inner vision
Take a good look and im reminded of my mission
Let me take you on a journey/Do you remember when
Indigenous people first lost their innocence
Babylon can you look me in the eye
 and tell me love your people and don’t lie 







Freedom we want it
 Freedom we need it
 Freedom we want it
 We need freedom








your suits may be clean but we know your ways are filthy
you got slavery reserves and maximum security
we see the cause and effects of your ways of living
your greed causes wars and you sacrifice our children
teach em how to kill for the blue red and white
and call it a crime when we fight for our own lives



Dec 16, 2012

Blue Collar Soul Song 6: Resin







A man is known by the company he keeps
Got to work to eat whether famine or feast
Your essence remains the same from seed to tree
Hate can’t defile a good man’s integrity
God bless the meek and the people in the street
May peace guide your feet if its peace that you seek
Many don’t take life seriously
Before they claim victory already accept defeat
 if you want it then you can
The goodness of life does not belong to one man or woman
just remember one thing
no one's gonna give you anything
The hardest steel goes thru the hottest fire
nature’s way to test your desire
From wherever you are to wherever you roam
Shine your light bright and everywhere is home






Praise be to the father 
Keep the values of your heart while you navigate thru life
The way of the right is never on the side of strife
God has you in his sight god bless your life
Stop your fussin' and shootin' and killin’
We need to set a better example for our children
Know what it takes to be a man
Have a vision devise a plan Commit to it and take a stand
God gives everyone at least one gift
So let him and the world know that you’re worthy of it
Focus on your mission and get ready for the task  
If you lookin' for direction don’t hesitate to ask
 In this world we face corruption in the form of power
God will judge all men in the final hour
We are the resin of the great 
 use your power for good  love conquers hate

Blue Collar Soul Song 5: Take Time










I was at work when my sister called 
to tell me that our mom was in intensive care..
I didn't know what to think..
My mind moving in different directions 
at the same time..
was she gonna be okay? how severe was it..
they told me she was conscious.. 
could I speak to her? 
 
yes..

And so I spoke to her.. 
she was calm..
kinda nonchalant about her being there.. 
said people in ICU are usually not conscious.. 
let alone able to talk..
and so really why was she there?!
told me they were planning 
to move her to a different area
for her to rehabilitate..
I felt a little bit relieved 
to have the chance to talk to her..
my spirit more at ease now..
I told her I would be there asap..
told her I loved her.. and she told me 
she loved me too "very much"..

That is the last time I ever heard my mother's voice..

later I heard that my mother had decided 
that she wanted to go home
to be where she was most familiar 
and with the people she loved..

I was asleep on the airplane.. lights low
flying over the water.. 
when out of nowhere i woke up..
and heard this thought in my head.. 
"I'm going home to bury my mother.."
thinking back i believe that  moment
to be the actual time of her passing..
when I arrived home 
she had passed on already..
looking at her it looked as if she was sleeping.. 
the whole thing unreal..

The next few weeks felt like a dream..
like the end of a story an era a trip to the moon..
beautiful sad vulnerable..
we laughed cried shared a bond with lovedones ..
special..
we recorded music.. right there in the house..
the same house where moms had scolded me 
so many times before
for bumping the bass too loud 
When i was younger..
only for her to later tell me how good it felt
to once again hear music  being played 
loud in the house 
whenever i would come back to visit 





This song was in part recorded there
Martijn moved his whole setup to the house
to record violins and vocals..
we had talked about the acoustics of the house..
i mean the house had an open staircase with high ceilings and was made of almost all wood..
an engineer's dream..
see part of me wonders now how at the time i could play music..
but at the time it didn't feel like my mother was dead..
and to me she wasn't.. and in some ways she still isn't ..
so really.. how could i not?!
i mean if there is one thing i know
is that my mom loves music..
and her changing outfits don't change that..




moms had told me many times that although she missed me
for me not to worry because she had good people around her..
in those moments after her demise i got to meet those people..
and i felt blessed to find out this to be true..
see moms always had a right-on sense of intuition
along with a good judge of character..
one of those people was her live-in students turned daughter agathe
originally from paris she came to the city to study violin..
only to become one of us.. part of our family 


my nephew thomas and his friend samir did the intro..
and two incredible other artists from maastricht on the track with me

the foundation for the song had been recorded in harlem ny..
as part of a jamsession we had there..
with Mr. MacDonald on percussion and Artem Kulakov among others 
the song one of a kind in its meaning
personal beyond words..



Gregg:

I felt my heart explode 
when he read those words about how you and I were
"just the way we were"
alors salut mon amour tu vis dans mon coeur
had my brothers by my side my tears they cried
all of us wondered why
mercy me, my moma just died
11.30 in the evening breathed out her last sigh
I'm seeing, but i'm having trouble believing 
got that mixed up feeling,
told me all the facts but i can't find one reason
me and my sisters did our best for us to say goodbye in person 
but you already closed your eyes so moma rest in peace god bless
yeah moma, god bless
you were a lioness both to your cubs and foes 
precious like a rose, with thorns god knows
yeah he knows, what it's all about 
lieve mama rust maar zacht.. ik hou van jou 



Julio:

Ik bewandel de wegen, in wereld weide steden
Zonder me te bewegen de mensen laten me leven
Zie de zon in de regen want anders leid t tot niets
Op momenten van bezinning zit ik rijmend op de fiets
Zie ik de straten van de appel, maar ook de stroming van de maas
Ook al verlies ik soms mezelf, beloof ik blijf t de baas
En zo kijk terug naar tafel gesprekken
Stategaard staat me aan nu staan we wat sterker
We... zeiden salut nu is het goed zo
en hoe dan ook ik doe het zo zoals ik hoop dat jij verwacht hebt
Streef naar hoe ik denk, dat jij t gehad hebt
Mischien een utopie maar ik zeg fak it dus fak het



Yila:

Kijk niet naar het hele plaatje als je pas de helft ziet 
want zo werkt het niet, Yila Julio en 
Gregory Green laten je zien hoe we te werk gaan 
dat we sterk staan met beide benen op de vlakte 
hou me op de vlakte neem genoeg afstand
maar kijk je in je ogen aan geen plek waar we niet mogen gaan 
toch hou het simple in de circle maar draai er nou niet omheen 
we laten je zien meteen hoe we tapen
verschillende wegen die kruisen 
van NYC tot aan het Zuiden



Dec 14, 2012

Blue Collar Soul Song 4: Ease Up





everytime you open your mouth you rude 
 so rude 
everytime you speak more lies than truth you do 
you do 

the pen is mightier than the sword
i do not know what you messin' with me for
i been told you before 
you didn't take no heed now you comin' back for more 
life's a battle between love and war
many people don't know what they livin' for
hate got em feelin' insecure
but you just want to be givin' them more

ease up 
all the while pretendin' we friends
i turn around now you stealin' my ends 
remember all the little things you said 
what goes around comes back one day 
love could never go astray
despite all the little silly games you play

ease up

Blue Collar Soul Song 3: Do The Right




 i put a poem
to some chords
and sent it to my homey simple x





he signature flipped it
and put a beat to it
i sanded my words to customize fit it




somewhere a mother cries cause she cant feed her children
while we taste the salty lies of greedy politicians
meanwhile her children are dying for real
a /slow process painful like torture
painful like hopeless tears
weary from emotions
feelings of hopelessness arise
while we vote between tyrants that send children to wars to die
peace for the government is not an option
cause peace doesn't make cents
never did they intent to reason for a solution
what would you do if someone declared war on you
if the foot was in the other shoe ain't nothin' new
got many wars to learn from world war 2 Vietnam
still we send kids to die by bombs
to get murdered by guns comin' home with missing legs and arms
where we sposed to get our belief from
in these so called leaders do they even heed us?
seems like we can only pray that one day
the tables will turn and from our ways we learn

World Wide Connects


made the link with Mc Nate Cruz 
who added his flavor to the track 


and there it is..
a dope song

Dec 12, 2012

Blue Collar Soul Song 2: Beneath These Rooftops





The voices in the intro of this song
belong to Micheal Bloomberg
current mayor of New York City
and "Late Show" host David Letterman

In a sit down with the mayor
Letterman implies that it must be embarrassing
to be one of the wealthiest people in the world
with no doubt one of the reasons justifying
his proposed embarrassment being
the vast amount of people living in his city
currently in need of assistance

Bloomberg denies having any such feelings

As a basic rule of life
to survive people need to eat
The way most people go about it in this society
is by working a job or hustling odd jobs
or hustling period..

Now the way I see it
a mayor, like any representative of a body of people
chosen by the people 
has a responsibility to the people

Instead the more I hear about Bloomberg
and the policies he installs and maintains
the more he gives the impression to have lost touch,
if he ever was in touch, with those people

Not long ago I attended a meeting
where they showed a video of people who's
current dire situation, due to the economic recession
has led them and their families to have to adapt
to a situation beyond their control 

People who gave up their jobs and their livelihoods
to bail out the ones responsible for the economy to plummet in the first place
People who, like Bloomberg, already have more than enough to survive

Proud workers reduced in economic rank
in order for an economy to recover
that got hurt due to no fault of their own
This in itself is a concept beyond my comprehension
how many times have I heard it said
that if you do the crime you must do the time
it seems to me that in this case the real bail out  is
the innocent doing the time for the criminals

It's for these people, whether it be the ones
that have landed on hard times due to the recession
or the many homeless the city still houses
that so called soup kitchens are set up
and all over the city they have become a necessary aid
for many people's survival

So what does Bloomberg
like any responsible and compassionate representative do
in order to do improve the quality of life of his city's inhabitants?

He campaigns against the city's donating of food to people in need

He says he does this because the city has no way of monitoring
the salt content levels of the donated food


furthermore

all of society preaches in favor of education
yet the news is filled with chaos in the schools
the firing of more and more able bodied teachers
passionate about their profession
being replaced by fewer and fewer state appointed people
who in some cases never have stepped foot inside a class room
since graduating from school themselves

the results are that the level of education suffers
both because the classes become bigger and less manageable
and because the teachers themselves aren't as knowledgeable
of the things they're teaching their pupils
as are the teachers who are

people in general want similar things
they want to do what's right for ourselves
our families and society
so that they can have a sense that they're doing the right thing
for themselves while contributing to a society they believe in

many of the priorities Bloomberg has set in the past and continues to set
make this an increasingly difficult thing to do

So when i say we need freedom
i mean a freedom from red tape bureaucracy
where systems are put in place that resist common sense behavior
like depriving the hungry from receiving food
or our children from proper education



Beneath These Rooftops

beneath these rooftops government keeps raisin tax n
the struggle continues for blax and anglo saxens
played like fools playi'n by the rules first
they raise tuition then they cut our schools
many get laid off facing eviction
you can find em in line waitin' at the soup kitchen
cant find a job, they seekin
While wall street drinks and party's on the weekend
you can hear the streets preachin'
things’ getting raw people ready for war

yo meet me on the corner

Beneath these rooftops the block is school
the corner’s class you live you pass
yo son move in wisdom
your words is bullets your mind's a gun cause
children grow up with guns that go pop
the struggle of have and have not it don’t stop
we need to teach the young crafts to make funds
each one reach one that’s where i'm coming from
heeded when I was told at 10 years old
'set a Bold goal go for gold'
ever since then I been doing my thing
with like minded souls up in the fold
24/7 holidays and weekends
Doing what I got ta keep my fam eatin'
thru vernacular diction
landin' on the track with a spectacular mission:
to make the seeds of our soul come to fruition
n like soldiers in the field we play our position
loyal to the game plenty heads cheatin'
seduced by fame ignorin' what we needin'

freedom






Blue Collar Soul Song 1: Mucho Trabajo








Mucho Trabajo.. Poco Dinero..

These where the first words i learned
when i started working as a messenger in the city
somewhere tucked away in the basement
of a lower Manhattan bank building on Wall street
right across from the twin towers.
 My job was to sort outand deliver packages
on the different floors of the building.
Me and my co-messengers
where made to made to wear these dress pants and shirts
and ties with the windsor knot youknow,
and over that we had these gray coats
to either recognize us by
or as we often speculated
make us look even more ridiculous than we felt.
The hole thing made us feel like slaves,
and you couldn't really tell us other wise
by the time we got our wages.

This is a working's mans world..
and NY is a working mans city..
coming up i found there's a whole culture
of working class people from all walks of life
that connect thru work..

everybody doesnt have to like everybody..
but everybody needs one another..
to get things done..

degrees only go but so far when you dealin' with people
really.. what counts is how you treat people

I write about my reality
so i wrote about my working experiences,
about losing my moms
and the going ons in the world
and the life of me as an everyday working man

i called the album blue collar soul
cause thats where i hail from
from the ranks of the masses of the working classes


So here goes the lyrics Song 1:"Blue Collar Soul."


still dark outside 6.30 in the morning
on the bus packed stale breath passengers yawning
transfer to the iron worm to the plantation
proletariat of the new roman nation
sittin in a two by two cubicle illegal to
Do what you wanna do ,(what you gonna do?!) you
are not allowed to bathe in the sun as she shines
Treatin’ you like you guilty of some kinda crime
you close your eyes for a sec to feel the sun on your skin
Here come the overseer closing the blinds
you got no friends ,just co workers
Stuck in the same position,wishin’
all you talk about all day is what you would you do
if you’d win the lotto, and like you
if I ever get the chance to be out
I be out like a scout on a new route

Mucho travajo poco dinero
This is what they tell me papi get them cruzeiro
you don’t work you feel a rumble in yo tummy
Cause without money.. 1st time..aint a damn thing funny 2nd time haha..

at times I reflect on the laws of cause and effect
And cant help but detect flaws in respect
you can see it all the time people mess things up ( meryl lynch goldman sachs)
N Leavin others to clean it up get me fed up
like What the fuk nigga (ad lib)where is your manners
Some People act like other people don’t matter/I see
heads of families cleanin toilet bowls(fecal matter)
other peoples feces for a bank roll (yo its outta control) I met
this sweet soul emptyin garbage cans
Looked like she was struggling so I gave her a hand
her eyes looked up she softened her stare
seemed truly surprised to see that someone cared
some how the situation didn’t seem fair
we a great people so how we end up here
I asked her mami how we came to be this way
She said maybe baby you will see one day

Mucho travajo
Pocito dinero


things you seein’ on T.V. fukin' with your self esteem
You aint got shit to show all you got is your dreams
Some hard work all their life to give their fam what they needin’
This nigga wrote one song got rich over the weekend
That’s how it is you got no doe three kids
The rich spend money like water n get free shit
i remember thinking yo this aint me
Stuck cant flee Present day slavery
My homey said he tired of being pushed around like a broom
tired of bustin’ his ass n getting treated like a coon
said this here don’t change I’m goin back hustlin’
don’t look at him strange he a good man struggelin’
this man told me something I had trouble believing
While he was holdin down 3 jobs his woman was cheatin/the reason
he never home to give her what she needin
Now..That’s the typa shit that have a nigga catchin' feelins

Talkin to ya..

Nah.. every day life aint always easy
Keep your Integrity/politrix rule your city
I pray to most high for guidance and protection
Knowledge wisdom overstanding and direction
Holdin it down for the people in my section
Building on legacy destiny manifestin
out from the j.o. /nightshift begins
bass amp plug in people groovin’ /flip the beat/
Samurai flute production is pimp
Sak passé on percussion mc I am him
movin with fam in faith and persistence
Innersoul army goin the distance
recognize despite the stress we blessed
The righteous dont rest they give their best no less
And progress / yeah at times/I confess
feelin like a pawn /that’s why I practice my chess
Stick out my chest and make the damn thing happen Sing n
write a rhyme pluk a bass line what happen?!
i Work it like like the masses of the workin' classes
Jack of all trades specialize in movin' asses

Okai.. Sak Passé!!
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