Inanimate love prank

Your shower cap?
That was cruel but funny
you took my cars, my house, my money
but to leave that plastic abomination of water-proof hair net...
that stung
still such a drastic confirmation that you weren't quite there yet
still not over me
left it there so i could see
and do what?
Regret?
How many fights?
How many curse filled nights did we waste arguing over that elastic banded,
heavily-decorated-in-flower crap?
Yes, i'm talking about your lonely shower cap
I'd let it drop to the floor, you'd get mad and BAM!
You'd give me a power slap
But damn....
you left no scars
What if your shower cap was sorry it had let you down?
You cant just abandon your things like that
your lonesome shower cap NEEDS you back
you left it there to haunt and ruin me
quite funny, indeed, but laden with cruelty
your shower cap's sure doing its job, no doubt about it
here's hoping your hair falls out without it.

The Painter (Version 2)

If only I'd mastered the art of brushstrokes
I'd paint over this canvas of crushed hopes
and replace it with a happy ending
instead of spending a neverending
heartbreak lost, wishing and waiting
for something thats not even real
anticipating an illusion
because no matter what or how i feel

you're just a magic trick

you are love, perfect as I imagined it
but what's tragic is
I was born of few talents

If only I could learn to paint
I'd give you everything in the world I aint.

Speak on it

Check out my ice but dont get lost in the reflection
i know its tempting but dont try to get your theft on
dont wanna mess with impenetrable, i'm nice like teflon
read the bible the other day, Jesus got his wept on
they crucified him on a cross that his body was kept on
but thats life, man, dont over reflect on it
you'll bleed it dry till aint nothin left on it
this life here is the mission that i got sent on
but i got dreams of my own that i'm hell bent on
my dreams are straight crooked, got my straight bent on
saw a ticket to Mars so i got my went on
momma kicked me out the house, had to get my rent on
so what if it meant moonlighting at McD's and gettin my swept on?
if they trample on your rights, brother, just get your left on
time to make moves, need to get my cent on
you leave your mark, son, i'm a get my dent on.

Bantuman: The interrogation of Steve Biko

I go where i like
this is my country, that is my right
we're browner than black but you're pinker than white
this is my skin, that is my fight

Who are you to measure my worth?
that is my soul, man, this is our earth
slap my face and spit on my shirt
this is my country, that is my hurt

All you've done is sell us lies
that was your truth but these are our eyes
and now the time has come for us to rise
for this is our country and we have our pride.

Bantuman II: The Murder of Steve Biko

They starved and beat him to death
were you expecting something poetic?
they robbed him of a dignified last breath
in fact, his death was kind of pathetic

But his life

just to hear the lion speak
would reassure you that you are not weak
that white or black
you could die submissive
or fighting back

No, his life they could not diminish
The measure of a man is how he lives
and not how he finished
Thus Biko is more men than most
they crucified his body
but long lives his ghost
and the consciousness he imprinted upon us
his death was a blasphemy, if i can be honest

But his life

the truth he taught us to seek
we are weakened but we are not weak!
Biko loved
and Biko was loved by many
richer than most yet he had not a penny
he had the roar of our fathers down the ages
they tried to break him systematically in stages
but they could not break his words inside us
they could not take his spirit that stands beside us
and whispers the cry of war
we cried till we could cry no more
Oh when they took him, his people cried
but we were reborn the day Biko died.

In search of a muse

Its making me want more
cos i dont feel worthy
finding someone worth dying for
where i know death wont hurt me
I dont know where to stand
so that you'll see me as a man
so i just build
and hope your heart is filled

They say to look out for signs
that love is spelled out in the cosmos
ours reads:"headed for troubled times!"
but signs like this tend to cause those
What is it about past mistakes?
cant see if your heart mends or breaks
so i just love
and hope that I'm enough

Whats the point if we cant take a chance?
i'll plant the seeds and pray they grow
close my eyes and watch you dance
my muse, and you dont even know
cant let things go to waste
a world of hurt is worth the taste
yet i'm still confused to see
shreds of the man i used to be.

Smiles in retrospect

Hair flowing down her back
je sais plus
but her smile
why am i so weak?
Am i weakened or just wicked?

On dirais que j'etais deja tombee
mais je me battre encore
because i know i can be better
its just the smile
one i've seen before
and know quite well how much misery it holds

J'en sais plus rien
et en plus, je ne voudrais rien savoir
parce que quand elle sourit
nothing i know matters
knowledge is no power
see i've been here before
not too long ago
et je ne souris plus.

Lilac

I hit send when i know i shouldnt
you're my favourite mistake
think of you when i'm sleeping
dream of you when i'm awake

I dont wanna fight
but you insist on being conquered
lets do this right
love should be co-sponsored

Hesitiation
i can spot it from a mile away
what does it mean for me
to love you a smile a day?

Its just i've been here before
i've kinda seen how this ends
lets stop while we can
and just be friends

No, i'm not chicken
you just dont know what i do
the truth is a bitter pill
but you shouldnt be lied to

This will hurt
but the way you're smiling at me now
says i cant give you up
dont want to, dont know how

Fuck it, life's too short
promise you'll have my back
just before you knock me out
i could swear i smelt lilacs.

Shorts 2

Dont wait for paradise
been there and it wasnt that nice
wasnt that bad but it could have been better
would have been heaven if we'd been there together.

The Painter

These hands are all i have
so when you said i had enough
how could i help but fall in love?

Back when you still believed
i could do things i was yet to achieve
back when you were able to see
the man inside i hoped to be

Remember when?
We dreamed of love back then
of painting animals down the small of your back
dreams that in time derailed off track

No one else understands
they claim i left you hurt and tainted
but all they see is these hands
and not the world they could have painted.