Honestly.....I have no idea where I wanted to go with this video. The song was carrying me in so many different directions. The bassline was resonating with my soul so I had to listen carefully and follow my body's instructions. What came out was a simplistic way of letting of letting my inner thoughts reach the outside world without actually going in depth of what's really on the inside of me.....Enough with the chit chat though.....Enjoy!!!!
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Old Poetry - A Conversation With Henry Funny...by AJ Funny (Part II) (11.28.07)
A Conversation With Henry Funny...by AJ Funny (Part II)
AJ Funny
born April 7th,1989
here liez a child
dat lost his mind
Outspoken in everyway
Skittles is on da menu of his life everyday
Lives life likes it tha last day of school
Lives life likes its all a fool
He lovez tha crowdz, lights, nd excitement
But itz not all fun nd gamez
While Henry sees wit his mind
This here wittle body of mine
Is AJ'z temple
His place to rest, wit it he makez otherz examples
Examples of his body
a Body that is Broken nd dismantled
He would have it no other way
Born without "true" anklez
2 Broken wrists, A long nd short arm
wit his lil s-curved spine All he did was smile, nd step on tha rugby field
nd he made othas feel tha pain dat he feelz
Body alwayz aching, he neva complains
Bcuz he could be dead, gone, slain....
He lives like a fool
Cuz it could be gone
So dont say he's niggerish for no reason
Itz ok if ya call me mean
he sayin wat comez to mind
Cuz he callz em as he sees.
But wat he sees, he does not see
Cuz within his body
Is sumin 2 see
He's tha master of his temple
He's knowz all that goez on
But he does not need this flesh
To take tha world head-on
The eyes he has sees b4 u are seen
The ears hear b4 u speak
His body workz faster than tha flesh
Superman....no...AJ is AJ
wit a few gifts
no abuse of power
but a use of resposibilty here in reality
Puttin ya body in da wrong situation
Will give u a true glimpse of tha lack of rationality
That man has for one anotha
Thatz why he speaks for himself
Wen tha tyme is right
He doesnt pop gunz
He doesnt square up nd fight
He just playz...cuz thats all he has left
All he has left...until his flesh sells out
Nd leaves his body caught...
Caught in society that doesnt want him there
Caught in tha world that destorys freeness
Tha freeness dat envelops his soul
Itz his soul dat he will neva let go......
born April 7th,1989
here liez a child
dat lost his mind
Outspoken in everyway
Skittles is on da menu of his life everyday
Lives life likes it tha last day of school
Lives life likes its all a fool
He lovez tha crowdz, lights, nd excitement
But itz not all fun nd gamez
While Henry sees wit his mind
This here wittle body of mine
Is AJ'z temple
His place to rest, wit it he makez otherz examples
Examples of his body
a Body that is Broken nd dismantled
He would have it no other way
Born without "true" anklez
2 Broken wrists, A long nd short arm
wit his lil s-curved spine All he did was smile, nd step on tha rugby field
nd he made othas feel tha pain dat he feelz
Body alwayz aching, he neva complains
Bcuz he could be dead, gone, slain....
He lives like a fool
Cuz it could be gone
So dont say he's niggerish for no reason
Itz ok if ya call me mean
he sayin wat comez to mind
Cuz he callz em as he sees.
But wat he sees, he does not see
Cuz within his body
Is sumin 2 see
He's tha master of his temple
He's knowz all that goez on
But he does not need this flesh
To take tha world head-on
The eyes he has sees b4 u are seen
The ears hear b4 u speak
His body workz faster than tha flesh
Superman....no...AJ is AJ
wit a few gifts
no abuse of power
but a use of resposibilty here in reality
Puttin ya body in da wrong situation
Will give u a true glimpse of tha lack of rationality
That man has for one anotha
Thatz why he speaks for himself
Wen tha tyme is right
He doesnt pop gunz
He doesnt square up nd fight
He just playz...cuz thats all he has left
All he has left...until his flesh sells out
Nd leaves his body caught...
Caught in society that doesnt want him there
Caught in tha world that destorys freeness
Tha freeness dat envelops his soul
Itz his soul dat he will neva let go......
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Old Poetry -A Converstation with Henry Funny...by AJ Funny (11/28/07)
A Converstation with Henry Funny...by AJ Funny
This is not TI VS TIP
This is nothin u see on TV
Im lettin tha world kno..wat happens to me
Wen two mindz match witz in one body
But before we enter tha conference room of the mind
Im going to introduce you to tha polez of mah mind
Henry Funny born April 7th, 1989
Was a child gifted with tha power of the mind
Be careful of wat chu think
Keep your thoughts to urself
For he can hear all that is not said with a breath
Where this came from, I'll never know
But ill tell you
It is not my eyes that tell me where to go
It is not my ears that tell me wat i hear
It is all in tha corridors of mah mind
That i hear, see, nd say
All thats in mah way
Wen u see Henry, he is not alone
For Henry has a secret, that few would choose to own
Tha eyes that Henry was given
Must've been cursed with sin
Because he knows that tha spirits of the earth
Still walk with him
Not superstitiuos for I have proof
There is no poof, no cloud of smoke
They are just there, ask goldie, no joke
Tha day Henry was shot, his brother appearer over him
Sucked his teeth and said to him
"Its not ur time, but its gon hurt...
No not you, your mother shall hurt"
He never forgot those lines
Their Fresh in his mind
To this day he lives within tha lines.
To many he is a big brother
He lives like none other
We live to pass on tha knowledge down to mah lil brotha
Bcuz tha haters r here.
In their eyes i see fear
Bcuz many flock to him
Bcuz he's willin to listen.
O so slow to speak,
All can see tha goodness in him
Annoyed at tymes
But hey who isnt
There will alwayz people who wont listen
But Henry listens
eager to learn, ready 2 love
Ready to make her heart soar like a dove
He'z ready 2 stimulate, elevate her soul
He'z ready 2 let her in, so she knowz all dat he knowz
But Henry doesnt rush it,
Henry just lovez it
As they wonder, where tha wordz come
They come from deep inside
Where ma true feelinz hide
Waitin 2 b realeased but he wont let em
Henry only sitz, here to listen
This is nothin u see on TV
Im lettin tha world kno..wat happens to me
Wen two mindz match witz in one body
But before we enter tha conference room of the mind
Im going to introduce you to tha polez of mah mind
Henry Funny born April 7th, 1989
Was a child gifted with tha power of the mind
Be careful of wat chu think
Keep your thoughts to urself
For he can hear all that is not said with a breath
Where this came from, I'll never know
But ill tell you
It is not my eyes that tell me where to go
It is not my ears that tell me wat i hear
It is all in tha corridors of mah mind
That i hear, see, nd say
All thats in mah way
Wen u see Henry, he is not alone
For Henry has a secret, that few would choose to own
Tha eyes that Henry was given
Must've been cursed with sin
Because he knows that tha spirits of the earth
Still walk with him
Not superstitiuos for I have proof
There is no poof, no cloud of smoke
They are just there, ask goldie, no joke
Tha day Henry was shot, his brother appearer over him
Sucked his teeth and said to him
"Its not ur time, but its gon hurt...
No not you, your mother shall hurt"
He never forgot those lines
Their Fresh in his mind
To this day he lives within tha lines.
To many he is a big brother
He lives like none other
We live to pass on tha knowledge down to mah lil brotha
Bcuz tha haters r here.
In their eyes i see fear
Bcuz many flock to him
Bcuz he's willin to listen.
O so slow to speak,
All can see tha goodness in him
Annoyed at tymes
But hey who isnt
There will alwayz people who wont listen
But Henry listens
eager to learn, ready 2 love
Ready to make her heart soar like a dove
He'z ready 2 stimulate, elevate her soul
He'z ready 2 let her in, so she knowz all dat he knowz
But Henry doesnt rush it,
Henry just lovez it
As they wonder, where tha wordz come
They come from deep inside
Where ma true feelinz hide
Waitin 2 b realeased but he wont let em
Henry only sitz, here to listen
Old Poetry -- What Do You Want From Me?? (11/18/07)
What Do You Want From Me???
I give and i give but wat more can i do?
Am i invisible to you?
You kno dat chu r not 2 me
So wat is it dat chu want me 2 see.
Yes tha past is comin bak 4 me
You showed me dat
But wat can i do
itz scary cuz all dat u showed me is comin tru
You say itz all good
nd ill soon understand
Well cot dayum
wat more do u want from me man
Who can i turn to???
When no one can see you..
Am i losin mah mind?
You was right...
Wen u said there was 1 that would believe
Ok i found her
No questions answered
A couple of coincidences
but datz all
But that just goes back to mah point
But watz tha point of makin a point
Wen itz all connected
But there is no path
Tha one wit tha answers tell you
Do tha math
Its like playin He say, she say
but chu playin wit ma lyfe
datz wat i say
But i trust
Itz a must
Gonna miss you
Gonna put flowers by your grave
Still i appreciate u poppin up in ma room
Every few dayz
You left this world years ago
You left me wit alot of hope
But somethin's not right
I look over my shoulder, something is near
And I'm so scared, when I'm alone I'm so scared
Now it's inching closer, trouble is near
But nothing's there, when I look nothing's there
I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but..
Its right by my side, theirs nowhere to hide..
Im havin nightmares
Ma peoplez say im paranoid
Ma heartbeat's pumpin like sumin aint right
When I go outside I feel something behind me
I'm looking back, but nothing's around me
Oh whats goin on..
Man I don't know, what am I trippin on
Theirs something in the room, its lerking in the shadow
Staring through the darkness.....man I don't know
These four walls are closing in, these voices ain't my friend
Their haunting me, those, those memories
SO IM ASKING YOU...HELP ME..
TELL ME WAT CHU WANT FROM ME....
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