First spoken word track with music!

Spoken Soul
©Brother Dash 2009 ℗Dasham K. Brookins 2008

In the forest of confusion

He sifts through realties and illusions

A ringing in his ear

Memories of emotional contusions

And his body got pain

And his heart hangs low

But don’t you symphathize ‘cause his fists gave blows

And life is a battle

Some say a journey

But that assumes a destination

And his pockets got lint

And his capital spent

But he refused to stay homeless!

La da di la da dow

Can’t live in the past the future’s born from the now

He knows about the blood on the rug

‘cause it dripped from the hole

Where the slug wouldn’t budge

From the tug from the pull

So he ripped then he slipped

On the pool he created

The pool much debated

Like the rays of the Sun

He absorbed what was stated

And…marinated

Ingredients mixed

Soon realized this won’t be a quick fix

Forgiveness takes time

And the ticks of the clock

Tock in between the lines (that you speak)

And sometimes they don’t rhyme

Sometimes they don’t sync

Sometimes they don’t jive (but he strives)

To do right by The One

Sit in the shade of the righteous one

The Sun might set but it rises

Slip ups followed by spiritual surprises

Keepin’ eyes’s on the prizes

This existence and heavenly permanence

Don’t get it twisted or confused

Try and box God leave the ring mad bruised

(and still confused)

You know it feels so good

To be college educated but still so hood

(you know grounded man)

He ain’t afraid of the mirror

He ain’t afraid of the mic

He ain’t afraid of the choices

He ain’t afraid of the unfamiliar

So Give glad tidings to the strange

The change that you seek

It may rise from the internal

And he’s made trails in that forest

And as he walks he seeks

And he’s got honey for his throat

‘cause the soul gotta speak

The soul gotta speak

The soul gotta speak

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