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West Africa keystyle daily log November 2008 (including pics)

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TraceOneInfinite:
A valuable custom is gold in one land..
useless trash in another
a tradition is vibrant in one time
old and dirty in a new time.

TraceOneInfinite:
writing rhymes till my brains leak out
writin blind till i can see my route
till I see without doubt
got to leave this house
my abode is dull
goes slow
time to roll
flow out like a spring
leave this spring to sprung
the sun so some of my hearts
warmth cfan touch the source
from whence my destinys course
was charted- ofcourse
i speak and preach till my voice goes horse
u go to church try to put god first
i do the same for j-i mean allah
what was i saying jah first
again its from teh same source
joy and pain.. its the same source
take warmth in the moon
its still the same source
my life is showin remorce#
for times when my threshold was broken with work
and i lost my values and principals
in the source
most high most cherished
never embarrassed
god maintains our dignity
in the sight and eyes of allah

TraceOneInfinite:


Sometimes we don't know which days
Will be the turnin points in this maze
This haphazardous haze...
that we call life

Some days are more important than others
Like August 21rst of the 96' summer
but other important days
I don't really remember the dates
to be exact
in fact the day just passed
but now when I look back
I can see clearly that
...that one night in Fall 05
was a time that changed my life

A grandmother dies
While another life is created
it was my fate that
all this occurred
simultaneous
As I'm hearing the details
of a journey I would long to take
Cause in it I saw a heaven awaits
I contemplated till I was stuck still and frozen
But somehow I thought I had to just keep movin
and finish off my plans for better or worse
but it was on that day that the journey
was given it's birth
and when plans fail
the bad karma must be deposited in waste dumps
So I envisioned a landfill that turned trash to treasure
dust to diamond
it's the zone that I'm in...
it's just a path
just a destiny
written especially for me
secrets of my own life.

TraceOneInfinite:



Life...

Life let me down
So now I'm getting back at life
It's my enemy
So now I'm killing everybody in site
It's an underground war
That nobody sees with sight
Even I don't see it
Except  when I dream at night
Others covered my face in shit
I tried to clean it up
So I looked for a waste dump
I went to a far off place
deposited all of my human waste
So that nobody would see
But always the one that see's... is me...

They tell me Allah see's
But this war is against Allah too
Because Allah played me
And made me to look like a fool
Call me bitter
Call me a loser
Call me whatever you want
or maybe you it's just me
calling myself that and I can't front

Who knows, I don't think it's true
I just think that life played me for a fool
I think I thought highly of life and God
But they didn't smile back on me
instead they covered my brain with fog
So I projected it back onto the Earth
and contemplated it's results
At night my subconscious battles my conscious
in a series of insults
verbal assaults, and past life visions
in one of my dreams I was even
eating shit, did I mention?



So mad at God
guess that means I was mad at everyone else
I know this can't be good for my health
I know it's not right
I know it's jealousy, envy
and so on and so forth you probably say
but I just can't shake these fucking feelings away
Wish I could just crawl into a cave
Or travel far far away
and let my excess mental stress play
...play out like theater
the theater of my life
It's like an Eminem song
they called his music catharsis, teenage angst
I'm 26 now, but I still find reasons to hate
Reasons to hate this world that let me down
a few times to many
So now I let others down
who think I owe this world plenty
but I feel like I don't owe this world shit
after what it's done to me

Yeah, I'm bitter, I'm bitter
I know that's what your thinking
Maybe I should just go to a bar
and spend all my time drinking
wash down all this "Giulty Conscience"
in a pool of alcohol
if my funerals tomarrow...
something about "If the Music Stops"
tried to use another Eminem line
or something....
trying to compensate for a life
that didn't amount to nothing...

Try to say I was high when I wrote this
so that ya'll can't see the truth
In reality I was as sober as your morning news

TraceOneInfinite:


This is how I self-medicate myself
Sure beats seeing a shrink
So I start to think and then I sink...
into the paper... like I was ink...
what goes in must go out
ying and the yang is my eternal dance
to give my life some balance
is less of a challenge
for me
to see...
I'm tired now...
I think I will go to sleep
peace (war)

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