from the mind of yours’ truely…..enjoy!
- I know y’all tryna figure me out, but you can’t
Fools try to take my heart but they ain’t
Come to me for the gospel, but I’m no saint
Yet mad I speak no sex ‘cause I show restraint
But when I pick up the brush & I try to paint
HD pictures, your image of me seems to faint
Faint memories when triggered can reveal vivid moments
Don’t like unwanted trips so, like bad man, I stone it
Mary Jane always contains that component
To gain cosmic reach so, like E.T., I phone it.
Backwoods & Badu lit my first hit
Halfway mark, iTunes battle, Frank Ocean “Lost”….that’s my shit
Shit’s never too far away from the bull
I be laughing too hard at the shit y’all be try to pull
Put the fork down homie, I know you’re full
These hype beast & con-artist make neon seem dull
Empty promises you tell, yet you can’t pull the wool
Over my eyes, when I’ve yet to touch my 40 acres & a mule
So I’m supposed to sit here singing the same sad chorus?
About flip flop niggas on roads with no compass
Try to help them see the third degree but my eye you tarnish
& when you try to help our kings & queens flourish
Nothing seems to get through but bitch & an iron fist
Then try to tell me get off my island, when they still dry land tourist
I try not to point fingers ‘cause I know three point back
I try to help the best way I can, though I don’t got it like that
But when you’re too nice your soul they hack
Give ‘em an inch, they take a mile, so as they run, I pack.
Ain’t got time for the foolishness, my heart ain’t no hackie sack
Use them feet for better use since you wanna act below the crack
You wonder why I don’t open up, why I don’t let you see
The woman behind the smile always plastered on me
Behind this cold nigga exterior, a sweetheart is she
Gain my strength from the almighty, a power couple are we
I sip tea as I have conversations with He
& He warns me that these wolves aren’t the sheep they pretend to be
When they find out your name, the last one they slander
So wash your hands with peace of mind before you try to hand her
Or him a piece of advice Mother Goose, you’re good for the gander
Stay away from hot pots; never let them pluck your last feather
Stand tall black goddess, storms you always weather
Then stare in the mirror at someone who will love you forever
I know y’all tryna figure me out….maybe one day you will
You’ll learn I see sun when rain flows down my windowsill
I cope with open wounds in ways no one can deal
So I can spread my knowledge & my power to heal
I’ll gladly extend hand, there’s no need to steal
I just hope that one day….you’ll understand how I feel.
B`ut ‘til then…
I remain classified as unidentified.
Friday. Come Harlem shake with @lordmathias and GRAMFAM
#PFP pt. 1
My #PushforPeace movement is basically a route im taking to get back my life from the claws of the past… using music as an outlet
As I release these single verse tracks, I will be releasing the memory of the past with the story told, regaining my freedom from my mind—- #PushForPeace #CX #ROSMG
Raised in a city chocolate city very pretty
got personality smiles surrounded me seemed trustworthy got a sense of the meaning of family very early like the early bird that got the worm in the morning I was ready
Moon eyes when i show my pearly whites true lies spoken to me just to get me out the lights.
go down if you know whats good for ya and the thickest blood was looking out so why should i frown if it was bad fam woulda stood up for a sister barely out the womb all of seven years old she was no where near the tomb—- brain was no where near the know ledge to know when the expectation and reality wasn’t matchin—-up. baby girl of the world wats your poison. All of 20 years but the past is still a burden…. remembering is the struggle forgetin brings the sinning drinking for the silence keep my memories from bitchin
Christopher “Avionadramida” Scott is no longer with us in his physical form. However, his spirit lives on forever in the hearts and minds of his family, friends, and supporters. His impeccable music, hilarious antics, and wisdom way beyond his years made him the man of 18 years that has been a staple of many of our lives as well as a staple of the Kool Klux Klan collective. Though our soldier has fallen, he will never be forgotten. He lives on through his works and the effects he has had on the communities he was involved in.
There will be an Epic Chill Mob and candlelight vigil tonight (6/29) at 6PM and 7PM at Art Under Pressure. 4807 Georgia Avenue, NW D.C. Bring your hearts and your minds as we celebrate Chris’ life.
This is Chris’ discography. Please reblog, repost, and share to keep his spirit and memory alive. We also thank Lyriciss for his tribute post.
Kool Klux Klan ain’t nothin’ to fuck with.
French for Plane | September 4th, 2010 | Download
Doobie Time (w/TieDaFlyGuy) | July 29th, 2010 | Download
Avionadramida | April 26th, 2011 | Download
The Recruiting Process | December 15th, 2011 | Download
BUMS | May 13th, 2012 | Download
We miss you, Christopher.