Verses: Knocking off the Nerves

Whenever I feel the heavy burdens of life I reach out to a hip-hop verse that I know pretty well.  It gives me a familiar feeling and I feel powerful because I know the verse so well.

Quick tip:  As I sat in the car waiting to interview for my current librarian position, I listened to this song and it totally put me at ease.  Worked like a charm.  It’s a great way to knock off the nerves.

One of my favorite verses from one of my favorite groups  –

What’s Yours?

Hiding like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis making you look twice

Hiding like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis making you look twice…

Mos DEF:  Yo, I’m sure that everybody out listenin’ agree
That everything you see ain’t really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin’ in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin’ on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin’ the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More than usually — speakin’ loudly, sayin’ nothin’
You confusin’ me, you losin’ me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted — in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin’ glass
Walkin’ the street, wonderin’ who they be lookin’ past
Lookin’ gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light — rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won’t call it a slave ship
Strangeness, you don’t control this, you barely hold this
Screamin’ brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it’s, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin’ across stars through all the time with
I find it’s distressin’, there’s never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin’ that be fillin’ up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain’t directed
That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin’
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin’
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity’s rehearsed in stage, it’s just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin’ after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I’m tryin’ to live life in the sight of God’s memory
Like that y’all

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