From my eBook, "Episodes of Life.Death.Love & Hate"
"I Owe You, NIL...[Before God]"
Similar to ropes round my throat
At the Petticoat
A pope, with a trenchcoat
Like a murder, we wrote
Hope never floats
For the hopeless, take a vote
Half the nation's on vacation
Change the station if you tryna cope
They built this shit on fear
Pick a year, 5 o'clock news
Any year, you can choose
Found the corpse, but they taint the clues
Am I hallucinating
2 towers fell out the sky on fire
Hijackers ID survived the flames
Thru the wire
I speak on Dick in a Bush
At the W, I'm reflecting
I'm talented
Like the 10th you tithe, intersecting
Uncle Bug better warn you
I'm a BEAST with this mic
Under blood, wetter, warm you
Sacrificing yo life
I am the, depth of def
Deaf and blind is a curse
I see you braille ass niggas
Playing blind for a purse
I want them millions just the same
But I ain't selling my name
I can't be trained to take it with me
Let's not take it to shame
I am the, conscience of Thomas
They con science for wealth
So the unconscious sees the mirror
And breeds hatred for self
I go Lazurus
Like Rusty Red, I'm bleeding the streets
I spray the corner with this heat
As niggas run in they seats
This is that, shit you sing
When freedom rings in your ears
The picket fence is painted black
Like my act's what they fear
In the, divided states
You still question his Roots
But scared to watch the film the same
Like Toby's name didn't compute
I am the, sum of the blood
Shed the skin as you grin
The blood ties are STILL red
So it means we still kin
You can deny the lie
3.5 times in your mind
But you CAN'T deny the truth
That you on borrowed time
I owe you, NIL
Before God, there IS nuthin but dust
From the questions with no answers
In WHICH God do y'all trust?
From Housewives to The Game
On sex drives for the fame
Where lames shoot it in your eye
And never recall your name
I owe you, NIL
Except the realest shit I can spit
The opposition
Of baby's ASS soft rhymes that uplift
I raise my fist
For the proud, the strong, the grown and the true
When the stars fall to the ground
I'll still be standing like YOU!
[Rise UP!]
Copyright © by Monty Jey.
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Fade Out
[fade in]
Run.
No, really...RUN!
I mean...Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!
As far and as fast as you can. While you can. While....you still have a heartbeat...and a pulse. Run......away from recording music. Run........away from acting or making films. Run...........away from writing books...screenplays...songs...or poems. Run away......as far and as fast as you can. Run....................and leave a picture of your smile, so they might remember your eyes...and your dimples.
I mean.........REALLY run! Leave the laptop & cell phone behind. In fact......burn both! So no one knows where you ran to. And so no one knows where you're going. Run..........and let only your children know where you are. It'll look like you're a coward.......but that's not the case. Because you're running with a purpose.
Run......because no matter how you speak your mind, state your case or express your feelings.....people misinterpret your words......and in a cyber world, you can easily be erased........and deleted. Run, because the air you breathe is fragile! You always seem to be on the outside looking in...............so RUN! And embrace the "outside".
Run run run as fast as you can!
Run.......AWAY from love! Run.......AWAY from hate! Run...............to the places in the world, where nobody knows your name. Where they've NEVER seen your face! Take your camera...............and photograph your travels! But RUN!
Run away as fast as you can!
Let's have a toast for the douche bags. Let's have a toast for the assholes. Let's have a toast for the scum bags. Every one of them that I know. Let's have a toast for the jerk offs. That'll never take work off. Baby I got a plan...........Run Away as fast as you can...
...so I wanna run away. To Jesus...
[fade out]
-moJ
Run.
No, really...RUN!
I mean...Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!
As far and as fast as you can. While you can. While....you still have a heartbeat...and a pulse. Run......away from recording music. Run........away from acting or making films. Run...........away from writing books...screenplays...songs...or poems. Run away......as far and as fast as you can. Run....................and leave a picture of your smile, so they might remember your eyes...and your dimples.
I mean.........REALLY run! Leave the laptop & cell phone behind. In fact......burn both! So no one knows where you ran to. And so no one knows where you're going. Run..........and let only your children know where you are. It'll look like you're a coward.......but that's not the case. Because you're running with a purpose.
Run......because no matter how you speak your mind, state your case or express your feelings.....people misinterpret your words......and in a cyber world, you can easily be erased........and deleted. Run, because the air you breathe is fragile! You always seem to be on the outside looking in...............so RUN! And embrace the "outside".
Run run run as fast as you can!
Run.......AWAY from love! Run.......AWAY from hate! Run...............to the places in the world, where nobody knows your name. Where they've NEVER seen your face! Take your camera...............and photograph your travels! But RUN!
Run away as fast as you can!
Let's have a toast for the douche bags. Let's have a toast for the assholes. Let's have a toast for the scum bags. Every one of them that I know. Let's have a toast for the jerk offs. That'll never take work off. Baby I got a plan...........Run Away as fast as you can...
...so I wanna run away. To Jesus...
[fade out]
-moJ
Thursday, February 10, 2011
"I Owe You, NIL...[Before God]"
Similar to ropes round my throat
At the Petticoat
A pope, with a trenchcoat
Like a murder, we wrote
Hope never floats
For the hopeless, take a vote
Half the nation's on vacation
Change the station if you tryna cope
They built this shit on fear
Pick a year, 5 o'clock news
Any year, you can choose
Found the corpse, but they taint the clues
Am I hallucinating
2 towers fell out the sky on fire
Hijackers ID survived flames
Thru the wire
I speak on Dick in a Bush
At the W, I'm reflecting
I'm talented
Like the 10th you tithe, intersecting
Uncle Bug better warn you
I'm a BEAST with this mic
Under blood, wetter, warm you
Sacrificing yo life
I am the, depth of def
Deaf and blind is a curse
I see you braille ass niggas
Playing blind for a purse
I want them millions just the same
But I selling my name
I can't be trained to take it with me
Let's not take it to shame
I am the, conscience of Thomas
They Con Science for wealth
So the unconscious sees the mirror
And breeds hatred for self
I go Lazurus
Like Rusty Red, I'm Bleeding the streets
I spray the corner with this heat
As niggas run in they seats
This is that, shit you sing
When freedom rings in yo ears
The picket fence is painted black
Like my act's what they fear
In the, divided states
You still question his Roots
But scared to watch the film the same
Like Toby's name didn't compute
I am the, sum of the blood
Shed the skin as you grin
The blood ties are STILL red
So it means we still kin
You can deny the lie
3.5 times in yo mind
But you CAN'T deny the truth
That you on borrowed time
I owe you, NIL
Before God, there nuthin but dust
From the questions with no answers
In WHICH God do y'all trust
From Housewives to The Game
On sex drives for the fame
Where lames shoot it in your eye
And never recall your name
I owe you, NIL
Except the realest shit I can spit
The opposition
Of baby's ASS soft rhymes that uplift
I raise my fist
For the proud, the strong, the grown and the true
When the stars fall to the ground
I'll still be standing like YOU!
(Rise UP!)
Written by Monty Jey for JeyMo's Precious Child Publishing Ink. Copyright © 2011 by Monty Jenkins.
At the Petticoat
A pope, with a trenchcoat
Like a murder, we wrote
Hope never floats
For the hopeless, take a vote
Half the nation's on vacation
Change the station if you tryna cope
They built this shit on fear
Pick a year, 5 o'clock news
Any year, you can choose
Found the corpse, but they taint the clues
Am I hallucinating
2 towers fell out the sky on fire
Hijackers ID survived flames
Thru the wire
I speak on Dick in a Bush
At the W, I'm reflecting
I'm talented
Like the 10th you tithe, intersecting
Uncle Bug better warn you
I'm a BEAST with this mic
Under blood, wetter, warm you
Sacrificing yo life
I am the, depth of def
Deaf and blind is a curse
I see you braille ass niggas
Playing blind for a purse
I want them millions just the same
But I selling my name
I can't be trained to take it with me
Let's not take it to shame
I am the, conscience of Thomas
They Con Science for wealth
So the unconscious sees the mirror
And breeds hatred for self
I go Lazurus
Like Rusty Red, I'm Bleeding the streets
I spray the corner with this heat
As niggas run in they seats
This is that, shit you sing
When freedom rings in yo ears
The picket fence is painted black
Like my act's what they fear
In the, divided states
You still question his Roots
But scared to watch the film the same
Like Toby's name didn't compute
I am the, sum of the blood
Shed the skin as you grin
The blood ties are STILL red
So it means we still kin
You can deny the lie
3.5 times in yo mind
But you CAN'T deny the truth
That you on borrowed time
I owe you, NIL
Before God, there nuthin but dust
From the questions with no answers
In WHICH God do y'all trust
From Housewives to The Game
On sex drives for the fame
Where lames shoot it in your eye
And never recall your name
I owe you, NIL
Except the realest shit I can spit
The opposition
Of baby's ASS soft rhymes that uplift
I raise my fist
For the proud, the strong, the grown and the true
When the stars fall to the ground
I'll still be standing like YOU!
(Rise UP!)
Written by Monty Jey for JeyMo's Precious Child Publishing Ink. Copyright © 2011 by Monty Jenkins.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Volume I/Part 32: "The Weight of Nil [Gravity]"
*SCENE 1: And Sometimes...Why?
In truth, it should go without saying that I am an artist who can actually back up what I claim to be. An actor/rapper/singer/director/writer/photographer. But in the thick of the things I see, daily, I don't dwell on the fact that I AM who I say I am...
"Denny Green"
...because, what I am, as an artist, is so miniscule in comparison to the home invasions, senseless murders, homelessness, hunger and hatred I see daily...on any given news channel. They riot in Egypt...which mirrors riots in Pakistan at any given time. They Tuskeegee the medicine in Africa with the HIV virus as if on sum, new age cleansing of Jews..........except, these are Africans. What I see is reality. Not a screenplay I wrote. Not a song I'm rapping. Not a character I'm playing. Sure......the things I'm doing as an artist, will ultimate cement my legacy...........not only as an artist, but as a father for my children. But ultimately..........the shit happening in the world TODAY...is carving the shape of the world my adult children will live in, tomorrow. When tomorrow comes.
The climate has shifted. It has shifted so much, 49 states had snow in January, leaving Florida as the lone state without snow. Ironic.......................Florida was the state that.......................LOL...............in 2000, I went to bed on election night with Al Gore being my new president, only to wake up the next day - to the start of 8 years of George W. Bush being my president.........thanks to Florida. Nimrod Fuckery at itz FINEST! And so....................here we stand. A nation, under God.........trying to keep the dividing lines INVISIBLE, with Liberty and Justice for all. A nation...who is subliminally divided by the fact that an African-American is the President. NO...................we don't always say it out loud.....in the open. But I'd bet you my right nut......we say it in our homes. And this is the world my children face when they become adults. The climate has shifted............hello Atlanta! Hello Dallas...........time to invest in sum snow plows and salt deposits.............you now get snow and ice just like we do in the midwest...
"Wake UP!"
So all thas around me...and all that I am, got me to thinking. Like..........what separates me from you? What makes me different from the person standing next to me. What separates me from the Denzels & Samuel L's.......the Kanyes & Mos Defs.............the Spike Lees & Martin Scorseses.....? Is it timing? Is it where I live? Is it luck? It most definitely ain't drive.....or passion......or skill. What separates ME.........from YOU? What makes me believe in God where an atheist doesn't? What makes me treasure every single second I'm around my children, when the next man doesn't give a fuck about his kids? What makes me love...........when the person sitting to my right, hates...........while the person to my left, hurts?
Simply put..............What makes us who we are...and what makes us do the things we do?
"A-E-I-O-U.................................and sometimes Y."
*SCENE 2: Gravity
You have a dream, you have a passion.........yet, the world is oblivious. You were given your gifts loooooooooooooooong before you ever arrived in your mama's womb...
"Man you was who you was 'fore you got here" -Shawn Carter
...but, everything happens in due time.
I knew who and what I was........long before now. I knew who I was as a child. If you asked Reverend Brown Jenkins.....he'd tell you I was gonna be either a baseball or basketball player. I was molded as such. If you asked Teresa Harlan, I was gonna be a doctor......or - a writer. At age 12, at a private school called Park Tudor, I stepped on stage for the 1st time.........as an extra in a 7th & 8th grade production of Peter Pan. I don't remember the specifics....................I just know, somebody Higher than me, turned on a light, much brighter than the stage lights.............and I took my 1st breath. Nobody but I, could have predicted that I'd be standing where I am right now. My uncle had the unfortunate pleasure of playing for the Los Angeles Clippers back then...........LOL, but it also was a blessing that he did, because I took my 1st trip to L.A. at age 14. I remember standing inside Universal Studios when I made the decision to ditch sports and become a professional actor. At the time.......I wanted to do it to get my mama outta working in a factory...............lol: and to meet Alyssa Milano. Okay....that last reason was misguided, but........the decision was made. It was etched in stone.
I didn't realize how much WORK (mentally and physically) acting could be, until I got to college and truly studied it as an art. Years later.............if you are one of the people who HAVE seen me work as an actor, it may appear to be effortless. And.....in some ways, it is. But only because, one - I have a God given gift that allows me to totally dissolve into whatever character I'm presenting...............and two - because that God given talent gift has been thoroughly trained and cultivated. The mistake would be, to ever think I don't WORK at it. Like......I'm gigless right now......but I go over monologues for auditions EVERY DAY! Same for my music.................I literally rehearse my rhymes every day. Same for my writing. Every day! I SLEEP with my pen and notebook! The point is...........up top, I asked What separates us as individuals? What separates the good ones from the greats? To me.........the good ones get to a point where they are comfortable with their success. But the greats...........well, we can call it paranoia....because the GREATS, never rest. They never get comfortable with their success...no matter how "famous" they may be. They NEVER stop working at making themselves...
"Better!"
Jordan, Ali, Kobe Bryant, Denzel Washington, Johnny Depp, Michael Jackson, Brando, Pacino, Scorsese, Spielberg, James Cameron, Spike Lee, Don Cheadle, Will Smith, Derrick Jeter, Joe Montana, Tim Duncan, Magic Johnson, Oscar Robertson, etc.............what separates these individuals from others is.....they NEVER stop working to become BETTER than the last time you saw them. A will to succeed and paranoia.
Mama........I'm paranoid. And I'll deliver that Best Actor Oscar before I turn 50....like I told you I would at Universal Studios when I was 14.
Copyright © 2011 by Monty Jey.
In truth, it should go without saying that I am an artist who can actually back up what I claim to be. An actor/rapper/singer/director/writer/photographer. But in the thick of the things I see, daily, I don't dwell on the fact that I AM who I say I am...
"Denny Green"
...because, what I am, as an artist, is so miniscule in comparison to the home invasions, senseless murders, homelessness, hunger and hatred I see daily...on any given news channel. They riot in Egypt...which mirrors riots in Pakistan at any given time. They Tuskeegee the medicine in Africa with the HIV virus as if on sum, new age cleansing of Jews..........except, these are Africans. What I see is reality. Not a screenplay I wrote. Not a song I'm rapping. Not a character I'm playing. Sure......the things I'm doing as an artist, will ultimate cement my legacy...........not only as an artist, but as a father for my children. But ultimately..........the shit happening in the world TODAY...is carving the shape of the world my adult children will live in, tomorrow. When tomorrow comes.
The climate has shifted. It has shifted so much, 49 states had snow in January, leaving Florida as the lone state without snow. Ironic.......................Florida was the state that.......................LOL...............in 2000, I went to bed on election night with Al Gore being my new president, only to wake up the next day - to the start of 8 years of George W. Bush being my president.........thanks to Florida. Nimrod Fuckery at itz FINEST! And so....................here we stand. A nation, under God.........trying to keep the dividing lines INVISIBLE, with Liberty and Justice for all. A nation...who is subliminally divided by the fact that an African-American is the President. NO...................we don't always say it out loud.....in the open. But I'd bet you my right nut......we say it in our homes. And this is the world my children face when they become adults. The climate has shifted............hello Atlanta! Hello Dallas...........time to invest in sum snow plows and salt deposits.............you now get snow and ice just like we do in the midwest...
"Wake UP!"
So all thas around me...and all that I am, got me to thinking. Like..........what separates me from you? What makes me different from the person standing next to me. What separates me from the Denzels & Samuel L's.......the Kanyes & Mos Defs.............the Spike Lees & Martin Scorseses.....? Is it timing? Is it where I live? Is it luck? It most definitely ain't drive.....or passion......or skill. What separates ME.........from YOU? What makes me believe in God where an atheist doesn't? What makes me treasure every single second I'm around my children, when the next man doesn't give a fuck about his kids? What makes me love...........when the person sitting to my right, hates...........while the person to my left, hurts?
Simply put..............What makes us who we are...and what makes us do the things we do?
"A-E-I-O-U.................................and sometimes Y."
*SCENE 2: Gravity
You have a dream, you have a passion.........yet, the world is oblivious. You were given your gifts loooooooooooooooong before you ever arrived in your mama's womb...
"Man you was who you was 'fore you got here" -Shawn Carter
...but, everything happens in due time.
I knew who and what I was........long before now. I knew who I was as a child. If you asked Reverend Brown Jenkins.....he'd tell you I was gonna be either a baseball or basketball player. I was molded as such. If you asked Teresa Harlan, I was gonna be a doctor......or - a writer. At age 12, at a private school called Park Tudor, I stepped on stage for the 1st time.........as an extra in a 7th & 8th grade production of Peter Pan. I don't remember the specifics....................I just know, somebody Higher than me, turned on a light, much brighter than the stage lights.............and I took my 1st breath. Nobody but I, could have predicted that I'd be standing where I am right now. My uncle had the unfortunate pleasure of playing for the Los Angeles Clippers back then...........LOL, but it also was a blessing that he did, because I took my 1st trip to L.A. at age 14. I remember standing inside Universal Studios when I made the decision to ditch sports and become a professional actor. At the time.......I wanted to do it to get my mama outta working in a factory...............lol: and to meet Alyssa Milano. Okay....that last reason was misguided, but........the decision was made. It was etched in stone.
I didn't realize how much WORK (mentally and physically) acting could be, until I got to college and truly studied it as an art. Years later.............if you are one of the people who HAVE seen me work as an actor, it may appear to be effortless. And.....in some ways, it is. But only because, one - I have a God given gift that allows me to totally dissolve into whatever character I'm presenting...............and two - because that God given talent gift has been thoroughly trained and cultivated. The mistake would be, to ever think I don't WORK at it. Like......I'm gigless right now......but I go over monologues for auditions EVERY DAY! Same for my music.................I literally rehearse my rhymes every day. Same for my writing. Every day! I SLEEP with my pen and notebook! The point is...........up top, I asked What separates us as individuals? What separates the good ones from the greats? To me.........the good ones get to a point where they are comfortable with their success. But the greats...........well, we can call it paranoia....because the GREATS, never rest. They never get comfortable with their success...no matter how "famous" they may be. They NEVER stop working at making themselves...
"Better!"
Jordan, Ali, Kobe Bryant, Denzel Washington, Johnny Depp, Michael Jackson, Brando, Pacino, Scorsese, Spielberg, James Cameron, Spike Lee, Don Cheadle, Will Smith, Derrick Jeter, Joe Montana, Tim Duncan, Magic Johnson, Oscar Robertson, etc.............what separates these individuals from others is.....they NEVER stop working to become BETTER than the last time you saw them. A will to succeed and paranoia.
Mama........I'm paranoid. And I'll deliver that Best Actor Oscar before I turn 50....like I told you I would at Universal Studios when I was 14.
Copyright © 2011 by Monty Jey.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Depth (Perceptions)
IF you could be kool
You'd know that rules are broken
Faster than the speed of sound
LOL (sound of glass shattering)
What you just heard
Was me.......breaking another rule
The rules of the game have changed
The game has changed
Stranger than the unknown cat
Wit the gat standing next to you
In the Italian suit
Trusted
With his diamond encrusted necklace
As I stand next to you
With a t-shirt and timbs
41 tats, the nigga you fear
As we shed a tear for the stereo
I type the words that I feel
Filled with depth
Perception is a muthafucka
The cousin of Assumption
The nigga you fear
Yes, the nigga you fear
Just MIGHT save your life tonight
When you sleep in suburban peace
Not worried the least
That you could "git Got"
Inside that 5 or 6 bedroom crib
With the security cameras aimed
To tame the shrewedness of shrews
Who choose YOU
Like Goldie in "The Mack"
That very thang you lack...
[Depth:Perception]
...Is the very thing I cracked
As a 4 year-old kid
Sitting on my grandmama Pearl's lap
Reading the paper
With Mae Ruth in awe
The heir apparent to the air
Born in the sky
Too fly NOT to fly
Therefore
I'll return to the SKY
When I die
I roll 7/11's with A-Rabs
Becuz thas the only store open
On CHRISTmas day
IN-10-City
Where these lil' pants saggin'
No english language speakin'
Disrespectful
Fake thug ass punks
Run around wit loaded .9s
Ready to aim and fire
At their OWN gotdamn shadow
Becuz, truthfully
They're afraid of the DARK!
"Wonder why they call you bitch?"
And I love 'em the same
They ain't the blame
In the game thas changed
Damn shame, their parents are lame
But we can't freeze the frame
No more than we can count to a million
Backwards
Counter-clock....wise
Enough to know
All mankind's time's running down
On one clock
All mankind's time's running down
On one watch
Me
I write with no hands (heart)
I speak with no voice (soul)
I hear with my eyes
I see with my ears
I AM not the nigga to fear
Yet I am, just the same
But really, YO...
At who's feet, shall we place the blame
Of this present reign...?
Written by Monty Jey for JeyMo's Precious Child Publishing Ink. Copyright @ 2011 by Monty Jenkins.
You'd know that rules are broken
Faster than the speed of sound
LOL (sound of glass shattering)
What you just heard
Was me.......breaking another rule
The rules of the game have changed
The game has changed
Stranger than the unknown cat
Wit the gat standing next to you
In the Italian suit
Trusted
With his diamond encrusted necklace
As I stand next to you
With a t-shirt and timbs
41 tats, the nigga you fear
As we shed a tear for the stereo
I type the words that I feel
Filled with depth
Perception is a muthafucka
The cousin of Assumption
The nigga you fear
Yes, the nigga you fear
Just MIGHT save your life tonight
When you sleep in suburban peace
Not worried the least
That you could "git Got"
Inside that 5 or 6 bedroom crib
With the security cameras aimed
To tame the shrewedness of shrews
Who choose YOU
Like Goldie in "The Mack"
That very thang you lack...
[Depth:Perception]
...Is the very thing I cracked
As a 4 year-old kid
Sitting on my grandmama Pearl's lap
Reading the paper
With Mae Ruth in awe
The heir apparent to the air
Born in the sky
Too fly NOT to fly
Therefore
I'll return to the SKY
When I die
I roll 7/11's with A-Rabs
Becuz thas the only store open
On CHRISTmas day
IN-10-City
Where these lil' pants saggin'
No english language speakin'
Disrespectful
Fake thug ass punks
Run around wit loaded .9s
Ready to aim and fire
At their OWN gotdamn shadow
Becuz, truthfully
They're afraid of the DARK!
"Wonder why they call you bitch?"
And I love 'em the same
They ain't the blame
In the game thas changed
Damn shame, their parents are lame
But we can't freeze the frame
No more than we can count to a million
Backwards
Counter-clock....wise
Enough to know
All mankind's time's running down
On one clock
All mankind's time's running down
On one watch
Me
I write with no hands (heart)
I speak with no voice (soul)
I hear with my eyes
I see with my ears
I AM not the nigga to fear
Yet I am, just the same
But really, YO...
At who's feet, shall we place the blame
Of this present reign...?
Written by Monty Jey for JeyMo's Precious Child Publishing Ink. Copyright @ 2011 by Monty Jenkins.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A/Part Of Me...
Gemini'd slowly
I burn cold and freeze hot
I masterSpeak heated
Cold as ice storms
Over eskimo shit in the Arctic
The starkest in darkness
When the voice streams
over the next sun's rise
The heir apparent
To the air, apparently
Like a blizzard in June
8 inches of snow, deep
Inside you
D.E.E.P. inside you...
Like 90 degrees in December
So you REmember
You're limber
For the lumberjack
Swingin' low for sweet chariots
"Ride"
I'm a part of the talented 10th
A part of time you spent
A part, distant, in distance
Apart from hate's love resistance
For instance...
I don't blow trees to "git lifted"
I was already higher than your chemical high
Before I arrived on April 1-9
So when I reFine my lines
Yo can call 'em coca
And inhale my ex-hells
To find your own, personal Heaven
That is...if a part of you believes
You were made in his image...
I imagine my future
From my past tense experiences
I'm well past tense
An effortless kool
But lurkin' in the shadows
Is the side of me, undefined
Classified and confined
So...a part of me
Would take off "my kool"
And burn the 1st muthafucka
Who would ever mistake the smile on my face
As a space they can erase
I'm a part of the talented 10th
A part of time you spent
A part, distant, in distance
Apart from hate's love resistance
For instance...
Real Speak
I'm my mama's baby
My daddy's boy
My children's daddy
And h.e.r. toy
Simultaneously
I'm your friend
I'm your homie
I'm your family
I'm your lover...if you dreamin' as such
But I'm an asshole
I'm a jerk
I'm a prick
If a part of me is pushed
To play the part
And it is THEN
That...
"Things Fall Apart"
You got me, Badu
Til GOD says my time is up
But in my black thoughts
I question love, by kicks and snares
The clock I'm on ain't got no hands
Therefore, both sides of me
Shall remain: In demand.
(Rewind the tape to Remind yo plate....Maaaaan!)
Written by Monty Jey for JeyMo's Precious Child Ink. Copyright © 2011 by Monty Jenkins.
I burn cold and freeze hot
I masterSpeak heated
Cold as ice storms
Over eskimo shit in the Arctic
The starkest in darkness
When the voice streams
over the next sun's rise
The heir apparent
To the air, apparently
Like a blizzard in June
8 inches of snow, deep
Inside you
D.E.E.P. inside you...
Like 90 degrees in December
So you REmember
You're limber
For the lumberjack
Swingin' low for sweet chariots
"Ride"
I'm a part of the talented 10th
A part of time you spent
A part, distant, in distance
Apart from hate's love resistance
For instance...
I don't blow trees to "git lifted"
I was already higher than your chemical high
Before I arrived on April 1-9
So when I reFine my lines
Yo can call 'em coca
And inhale my ex-hells
To find your own, personal Heaven
That is...if a part of you believes
You were made in his image...
I imagine my future
From my past tense experiences
I'm well past tense
An effortless kool
But lurkin' in the shadows
Is the side of me, undefined
Classified and confined
So...a part of me
Would take off "my kool"
And burn the 1st muthafucka
Who would ever mistake the smile on my face
As a space they can erase
I'm a part of the talented 10th
A part of time you spent
A part, distant, in distance
Apart from hate's love resistance
For instance...
Real Speak
I'm my mama's baby
My daddy's boy
My children's daddy
And h.e.r. toy
Simultaneously
I'm your friend
I'm your homie
I'm your family
I'm your lover...if you dreamin' as such
But I'm an asshole
I'm a jerk
I'm a prick
If a part of me is pushed
To play the part
And it is THEN
That...
"Things Fall Apart"
You got me, Badu
Til GOD says my time is up
But in my black thoughts
I question love, by kicks and snares
The clock I'm on ain't got no hands
Therefore, both sides of me
Shall remain: In demand.
(Rewind the tape to Remind yo plate....Maaaaan!)
Written by Monty Jey for JeyMo's Precious Child Ink. Copyright © 2011 by Monty Jenkins.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
In Twenty Ten...
In 2010...
This was a Beautiful death
I overstand my next steps
So...I never TRIED to catch my breath
Where past tense niggas slept
I'm past tense in this test
Lemme tell y'all the rest
So you never have to guess
When my feelings are less
I saw a lotta shit that gave me sum stress
I released a lotta tears that escaped from my chest
So when I left my life behind I channeled "her" breast
And stood erect to protect what a father knows best
Digress, if itz needed
Take heed when you read it
I'm slow....walkin' the globe
Like this bitch was speedin'
My greetings, with a smile
Turned to stone with the wind
I guess the heir was kinda cold
When he picked up this pen
In the Lion's den
The place where every foe is a friend
And sum friends don't show no love
Cuz love don't love you again
This was a...beautiful death
I sealed this shit wit a kiss
Just in case they thought I'd miss
Wit my reverse of bliss
From the bottom of the barrel
Twenty Ten had a list
Didn't kill me, made me stronger
So I'm raising my fist
This is a formal introduction
To the year that I face
The one before me etched in stone
Like a face gets erased
As I.....chase my history
The future's replaced
I'm here and now cuz now is here
We AIN'T done wit this race...
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jenkins
This was a Beautiful death
I overstand my next steps
So...I never TRIED to catch my breath
Where past tense niggas slept
I'm past tense in this test
Lemme tell y'all the rest
So you never have to guess
When my feelings are less
I saw a lotta shit that gave me sum stress
I released a lotta tears that escaped from my chest
So when I left my life behind I channeled "her" breast
And stood erect to protect what a father knows best
Digress, if itz needed
Take heed when you read it
I'm slow....walkin' the globe
Like this bitch was speedin'
My greetings, with a smile
Turned to stone with the wind
I guess the heir was kinda cold
When he picked up this pen
In the Lion's den
The place where every foe is a friend
And sum friends don't show no love
Cuz love don't love you again
This was a...beautiful death
I sealed this shit wit a kiss
Just in case they thought I'd miss
Wit my reverse of bliss
From the bottom of the barrel
Twenty Ten had a list
Didn't kill me, made me stronger
So I'm raising my fist
This is a formal introduction
To the year that I face
The one before me etched in stone
Like a face gets erased
As I.....chase my history
The future's replaced
I'm here and now cuz now is here
We AIN'T done wit this race...
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jenkins
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Volume I/Part 31: The Art of Shadows Boxed In...
SCENE I: "More Than A Breath"
...I wasn't necessarily thinkin' I was gonna wake up and challenge every atheist under the sun. In fact.....what I said wasn't even said for them. It wasn't even said for other believers of God. It was me, sending a message to myself. Funny thing is..........I can have an intelligent conversation with ANYONE, regardless of what they believe.
KEY WORD: Intelligent
But on that particular day...when I asked "How are you Breathin'?".......the answers ranged from ignorant sarcasm to just plain nastiness. I lot of the replies were hateful.........but a couple, were pretty interesting...so I truly engaged the conversation. Me...and another adult, with different beliefs......different opinions, agreeing to disagree. And I appreciated that. Part of the reason I engaged the conversation is because, the main character in my screenplay, The 7-Day Theory does not believe in God...or that he exists. The other reason I engaged is, because I truly wanted to understand the point of view of a person who does not believe in God. But like I said...I got, maybe 75 replies...and 73 of those assholes were straight up idiots in their approach. Only TWO...answered with sum form of intellect. You DO the math...
...I stepped outside & had a smoke today. Itz killin' me. But...........in my addiction to a blue box, with 20 sticks of death, I stepped outside and took a breath. The air was crisp....but not frozen. Me and my friend took a walk as I puffed, looking at the snow.....watching a 727 scream down the runway at the Indianapolis Airport. And in that moment.......as I was listening to her on my right.......I was contemplating my fate on the left. Like.......in 365 days, on December 21, 2011.......what will be my status in the world. I'm a half a breath away from yo mama knowing my name..........yet anonymous, just the same. Quietly going about my mission........my mission from God. My mission to EFFECT the world...thru song.......thru film.......thru writing.......and thru photos. And itz funny to me........how people will attempt to "mold" you in the way their mind defines you, never realizing that...as Shawn Carter once stated...
"You were who you are before you got here."
So every time I take a breath............several things take place. One, I creep closer to my inevitable demise. Two, I step one breath closer to realizing my dreams. And Three.......
SCENE II: "Her Opus"
...And three times she denied the fact that the warmth of his smile was exactly what she lacked. Not to be confused for weakness..............she's never weak. Itz simply to say that.........well, love is in need of love today.
She didn't wear a mask, per se, but she was adept at masking her desires. She didn't need a man to succeed......so her timeline was never based in the land of greed.......that place where broken bitches banter over bitches brew brandishing broken hearts while masturbating blatantly bashing bastards they wish they could call...
"Baby."
No........her's was not greed, nor was it based on maybes. She had a lust for love and a love for lust. She was the uninhibited misses, comfortable in her dress & heels..........comfortable in her satin under garments and stilettos...........comfortable, with no clothes at all.
She denied the warmth of his smile, three times............but she never denied the fantasies about the warmth of his..............................she imagined him, pinning her against the window, 25 floors above downtown Manhattan, taking her from behind....with her face pressed against the window for clarity......him pulling her hair to prove his point. She imagined................pushing her ass back to meet every forward motion thrust he would share................until the skyline she was looking at, turned upside down.....placing the street below in the air........and the skyline at her feet. And since she's a pimp....in her own rhyme........she imagined making him, insert his tongue in places, most deem "illegal" to speak about........freely. She imagined him sucking her pedicured toes like they were candy. She imagined making him massage it with his tongue so long.........she wanted to taste herself...
...She imagined him introduce her to the "greatest orgasm" ever experienced..............but then she realized: He doesn't even know her name.
...To Be Continued.
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
...I wasn't necessarily thinkin' I was gonna wake up and challenge every atheist under the sun. In fact.....what I said wasn't even said for them. It wasn't even said for other believers of God. It was me, sending a message to myself. Funny thing is..........I can have an intelligent conversation with ANYONE, regardless of what they believe.
KEY WORD: Intelligent
But on that particular day...when I asked "How are you Breathin'?".......the answers ranged from ignorant sarcasm to just plain nastiness. I lot of the replies were hateful.........but a couple, were pretty interesting...so I truly engaged the conversation. Me...and another adult, with different beliefs......different opinions, agreeing to disagree. And I appreciated that. Part of the reason I engaged the conversation is because, the main character in my screenplay, The 7-Day Theory does not believe in God...or that he exists. The other reason I engaged is, because I truly wanted to understand the point of view of a person who does not believe in God. But like I said...I got, maybe 75 replies...and 73 of those assholes were straight up idiots in their approach. Only TWO...answered with sum form of intellect. You DO the math...
...I stepped outside & had a smoke today. Itz killin' me. But...........in my addiction to a blue box, with 20 sticks of death, I stepped outside and took a breath. The air was crisp....but not frozen. Me and my friend took a walk as I puffed, looking at the snow.....watching a 727 scream down the runway at the Indianapolis Airport. And in that moment.......as I was listening to her on my right.......I was contemplating my fate on the left. Like.......in 365 days, on December 21, 2011.......what will be my status in the world. I'm a half a breath away from yo mama knowing my name..........yet anonymous, just the same. Quietly going about my mission........my mission from God. My mission to EFFECT the world...thru song.......thru film.......thru writing.......and thru photos. And itz funny to me........how people will attempt to "mold" you in the way their mind defines you, never realizing that...as Shawn Carter once stated...
"You were who you are before you got here."
So every time I take a breath............several things take place. One, I creep closer to my inevitable demise. Two, I step one breath closer to realizing my dreams. And Three.......
SCENE II: "Her Opus"
...And three times she denied the fact that the warmth of his smile was exactly what she lacked. Not to be confused for weakness..............she's never weak. Itz simply to say that.........well, love is in need of love today.
She didn't wear a mask, per se, but she was adept at masking her desires. She didn't need a man to succeed......so her timeline was never based in the land of greed.......that place where broken bitches banter over bitches brew brandishing broken hearts while masturbating blatantly bashing bastards they wish they could call...
"Baby."
No........her's was not greed, nor was it based on maybes. She had a lust for love and a love for lust. She was the uninhibited misses, comfortable in her dress & heels..........comfortable in her satin under garments and stilettos...........comfortable, with no clothes at all.
She denied the warmth of his smile, three times............but she never denied the fantasies about the warmth of his..............................she imagined him, pinning her against the window, 25 floors above downtown Manhattan, taking her from behind....with her face pressed against the window for clarity......him pulling her hair to prove his point. She imagined................pushing her ass back to meet every forward motion thrust he would share................until the skyline she was looking at, turned upside down.....placing the street below in the air........and the skyline at her feet. And since she's a pimp....in her own rhyme........she imagined making him, insert his tongue in places, most deem "illegal" to speak about........freely. She imagined him sucking her pedicured toes like they were candy. She imagined making him massage it with his tongue so long.........she wanted to taste herself...
...She imagined him introduce her to the "greatest orgasm" ever experienced..............but then she realized: He doesn't even know her name.
...To Be Continued.
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Itz the RETURN of M.Nyght Mahershalalhashbaz...lmbao
Mo.Jey as a Ghetto Arab-Mexican-Jewish-African-American
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