Occapella #22

Minds free
chains broke
spit nasty
artichoke
fat lady stay singin
but this aint the murder she wrote
chick got gingivitus
nasty throat
I choke
not gasp for air
I choke
I spit till I croak
you better read what I wrote
my anecdotes
the antidote
its long though
no spark notes

this world is heavy
obese
to many sidekicks
slater
and screech
we gotta bad pass tree tops
turnover leaves
cause the grass aint always greener
on their side of the street
my nightmares came back
its to scary to sleep
I think I’m ready to change
but I’m dragging my feet
seeds already planted
I’m just waiting to reap
my pants got wings
I’m just flying by seats
imagination’s quantum
always looking to leap

fuck black and white
I’m living in color
words napalm
fire marshall bill
tried to give me a smother
you see clubs
I see fly girls dancing on top of each other

and niggas blind to the irony
my chick gotta have a magic touch
like hermione
move silently
smart too
she gotta be sciency 

I’m connected to the street
in the alley
like bad bowlers and fire escapes
life is a journey
and we don’t travel while we’re awake
but when you are
its hard to watch
like two guys a girl
and a pizza place 

~C.B.M

Occapella #21

I guess my flow unique
resteraunts downtown
I love to eat
thick white chick
cream of wheat
my eyes wander as much as my pen
its contrast I seek
no theism
I was baptized in shits creek
this world is monsters and masks
trick or treat
number two is not good enough
no ryan leaf
and my words break earth like football cleats
I write to protect the youth
like a kiddie seat
me and the edge is close together
like your two front teeth
or booty cheeks
my heart got a different beat

most of my art go over heads
like pebbles and bam bam
at the movie theatre
my word is bond
they never go back
like the passenger side of a two seater
ask yourself who’s neater
you are
but you’re probably a non-believer

fuck jewels
I don’t wear no charms
just goose-knitted faded glorys
hieroglyphics on my arm
to many share croppers
is buying the farm

running from myself
well more like limpin
sharp mind
lisa simpson
to many milhouses
think they pimpin

no judgement though
my mind always in torment
trying to find light
is like rhyming with orange

my flow so hot
you gotta measure in suns
it don’t matter though
I’ll probably die young
paradox
I’m a afraid of the dark until the night come
I trying to feel like a million bucks
but I’m counting by ones 
 

Occapella #19

Ok so I’m chillin
watching the closer
light buzz
sippin a mimosa
writing shit
that on point
like uncle sam posters 

that’s when it hits me
right away
bobby bouche
I’m a spec
on a spec
floating though space
that creates a plethora of feelings
a fucking bouquet
it has a nigga with a lost top
acting like its not
like a fucking toupe

my inner me
is a persona non grata
quick to flip on somebody
like Sgt. Slaughter
better hide your wife
and hide your daughter

cause niggas are cruel
they honor the worst parts of this game
but they ignore the rules
Lupe you right
we just chasing the cool
see I ain’t a fool
so I never did my best learning in school
I guess the world ain’t ready
for the deep end of the pool
so some people will just keep being ass
like they big for a mule

~C.B.M 

Occapella #18

when you black
you gotta be man
like he-man
we be damned

blind leading blind 

can’t none of us see dog
and you expect me to see god
when I look in the mirror
all I see is a nigga staring back at me
another statistic
another casaulty
whatevers eating me 
is eating passionately

knives
masks 
guns 
and sabotage
I wanna believe in good
but its all a mirage
my life is like van wilder
I’m just rising with taj

depression is a motherfucka
but I’m a kick the habit
its tragic
how far we can fall in day
I think I can’t fall no farther 
but im finding a way
its scary 
I stopped worrying what my momma would say
the nightmares
are keeping my sanity safe
I’m starting to think heaven isn’t a place
I’m just glad I’ve never been broken enough to pray

my imagination isn’t in figments
its fragments
that have my fears on center stage
like a pageant
they so far out there 
I need a patent 
on how to suffer crazy
without being crazy
maybe im just lazy

its a lot of work 
I’m thinking slower than lazy 
I just can’t find a word 
when I look back at my life
I realize 
that most of this shit is absurd 
shits hazy
its like my vision is slurred
all i know is that
I was kickin in burbs

I’m missing something vital
like missing a stop sign
I had a confined beautiful mind
but I lost mines
I’m my own worst enemy
all I do is fault find
I was born with a sick hatred
but I sculpt mine

like Michelangelo
most of yall aint holdin candles yo

close but no cigar
yall just a bunch of hyenas
and you fuckin with scar
I’m like tiger when he under the par
levels is levels
I’m just raising the bar
we all know
whats here today is gone tomorrow

thats why I never count blessings
there is evil in every thing son
even in lessons
this shit a game show
and we all contestants
how will he die
hate?
a homicide?
I’m wonder when
all this shit collide
my reflection 
is looking in my eyes
telling me lies

maybe I can’t handle truth
but I become it 
whenever I step in the booth

Occapella #17

I always strive to learn
every day my mind blown
like a nintendo cartridge 
and my words
always have points to em 
than a fucking starfish

you wanna know whats troubling me?
to many of my brothers
wanna hold cane
like that frog 
on the old Wb
I said I don’t care

I do
but fuck it
I’ll keep spittin
I got bars
like the flag from great brittian 
most people seem crazy
from where I’m sittin

the trick to mental health
is to love yourself
to sit back and enjoy 
every feeling felt
let that shit eat at you 
like a whale does kelp

I spent most of my life broke
so if I ever make it
Imma stack bread
I wont let nobody take it
when I got that old white money
that kevin bacon
I will set up more college funds
than Ronald Reagan

it aint hard to leave a kid behind
when your test standard is dollar signs
and you got the white people signing dotted lines
just to have some peace of mind
while their children grow up color blind

Ocapella #16

I have always been apathetic
like futurama’s Bender
used to blame it on the green
that shit was sticky
like the glue for dentures
urkel swag
stand out like the tutu
on the toxic avenger

I go over heads like afro picks
I aint braggin
I’m truth tellin
I’m just that sick

I always get the last word
like a tombstone
I know your lights is on
but knock knock who’s home?

I rap
like Hadji’s head
on Johnny Quest
its probably my enemies
who know me best

my brain lit
like some incense
and when I rap
I push my words like an
indent
life aint shit
without an intent
so you better do more
than eat sleep and pay rent

life aint a circle
its an oval like the office nigga
my mind clear 
like a throat that’s just been coughin nigga

I wanna chick badder than bebe’s kids
and she gotta have a tongue that’s razor thin

when I speak 
it’s like I’m standing at a podium
do I want the better things in life?
NA!
sodium
my words connect together
they have a flow to them
and they carry weight
like atlas holdin’ them

Everyone needs a bad guy
I’ll gladly play the part
I’m a devils advocate
whenever I’m constructing art
what you think of me
and who I am
are worlds apart
I bet that makes you sick
to your stomach like when you hold in farts

 ~C.B.M

Spoken Word

What I See Staring

disturbing thoughts lurk
buoyantly
they are so hard to drown
they teeter
slightly below the surface
gills
gilded
they are just to pretty to be forgotten
mouth cotton
as I sit staring
at the corner of the wall

graffiti on the inside of my eyelids
every morning Frankenstein 
I live 
mobs chasing me
I never dream gracefully
and nightmares
stare without blinking
I’m shrinking 
honey I don’t kid
I only speak from the heart
slings
arrows 
and darts
hit narrowly apart
as I spin
this is my life?
I just clocked in
where is the suggestion box?
equality is a ballot everyone thinks they will fill
we all want to rewrite history
but where is the quill? 

it’s not lost
but it doesn’t want to be found
every keyboard
mouse
and monitor
is a sword and a shield
the internet a field
are you ready for war?
or is a prepackaged 
executively produced 
entity selling you more? 
this should shake you down to the core
but it doesn’t
and it won’t ever
there is no money in caring more than you should
that’s like doing more than you could
improbable
not likely
impossible 
like going to college to learn
we go there to earn
rich dad or poor
will we ever want more?
women without fear?
minorities with minds clear?

you fancy us victims
I fancy us explorers 
and our final frontier 
is the little shop of horrors 
with flower pots
and forget-me-nots
right there on the shelf
next to our balls
our eyes
and our hearts
dreams dashed
hopes served on a platter
a la carte
with fat cats 
gnawing and gnashing without 
a fork or a spoon
just a knife
so they can occasionally stab
someone to life 
these thoughts are to pretty to be forgotten
mouths cotton
as I stare at the corner of the wall 

~C.B.M

Occapella #15

oh yall don’t know me
I don’t even know me
black don quixote
used to be buddies with the green
yoshi
check a microphone im a master
roshi

me making it
that aint dumb luck
me and hard work
go together like
the sticks in nun-chucks
I aint no typical young buck
I aint afraid to give fucks
and when I meet martin imma tell him wassup

aint nothing impossible
I’m possible
and im so deep
even my shit philosophical
and my mind spark 
like its rocket fuel

aint no braggin here
I’m like the cleveland cavaliers

I got talent
but mentally I’m on an island 
I stay wildin

but if you got problems
I wont holla
but touch me
ill be at your neck
like shirt collar

naw im playin
but ill get you in a better way
you better listen to what your mother used say

treat people how you want to be treated
but we treat people how we treat ourselves
we all in hell
but I wont stop
til the truth about me a tall tale

like a blue ox and a lumber jack
you push the 99 you best believe 
we believe we pushing back

my conscience talks to me
but for real 
fuck what ever he said
all I know is
I’m going harder than a hammer head

~C.B.M 

Occapella #14

pocket full of hope
when I’m on the scene
no smoke
sip something
only get a little bent like a lima bean
look don’t touch like I’m a crime scene
I’m mean

in a nice way
better solo
like beyonce

I always strive for hope
aint never vexed
like Leslie Knope
the hood the smallest part of me
like a coat
Popeye flow
get that spinach and away I go 

my top magic
like gandalf’s hat
gave love 100
don’t want no change back
keep reachin for the sky
like I wanna give a plane dap
youth keg tapped
society take that
no one looks inside
that’s where the monsters at
aint no one an angel
we far from that
our pieces everywhere
like a car that crashed
all I do
is spread my wings and flap
aint gonna stop til virginia is on the map
aint gonna stop til death takes me back

problems
mental
life
coincidental
a rental
and I’m saying
fuck the security deposit
and looking for whatever caused it

you got it right
Henry David Thoreau
beware of all enterprises that require new clothes
some get this
but most people don’t even know
it aint where you been
or where you goin
its how you act
when you’re on you own 

 ~C.B.M