United Music Scene

I'm caught in a crowd that gathers in the streets A fiery passion with the people and their assembly Its about to go down Somebody kicks it off and this place could burn to the ground Theres a sound that vibrates from a converted military truck  Guns locked and loaded, pointed at us  Welcome to the land of the free Where they fuck the population and expect them to take it passively  Suspicious of everyone, must see that ID A particular group, overweight rocking fatigues  Yell threats at the descendants of original men and execute them frequently I'm afraid to be  The threat of assault is the price I pay every second I breathe  Those thoughts exist in my head  I see it play out daily  It's gone far beyond the words they used to say to me  Its 2019 and jim Crow is desperate to return Allowing it as a society so we can convince the dimwitted that the books should just burn

Read More by Jhantu Randall They tell me to ignore division A policy being pushed by an unstable mans decisions Pushed into a prism of us vs them Openly targeting those who posses melanin Somebody wake me from this spell Smearing us all as they search for eternal life like they found in Henrietta lacks cells Like Kendrick Johnson it's like our organs are gone Somehow the victim is always at fault Let me breathe, although I'm surrounded by weak people who openly want to hurt any unique thing they see Poisoned by toxic seas Dumped by soulless companies who embrace the love of profiting There's a market for human misery Monetized by psychopaths who posses no empathy It's like being pushed to the limit endlessly Forced to dance like a circus freak just to prove my humanity I'm done with tired tales from bygone centuries Let the empty vessels burn in eternal fires as they envy me True shots aimed at a system who automatically frames me as an enemy

Read More by Jhantu Randall Life is a series of up’s and downs I often wonder if anyone ever figures it out? Moving within a system thats built off of lies sold through commerce Framing your discussion before you even begin to converse I see the whole world fighting to survive Swimming harder to keep my head above water Just to stand seemly unharmed if the currents should cause me to momentarily falter Then on somedays, it all seems to change Looking for a rationale in the midst of feeling insane Put yourself in a position to move the pieces and decipher the game Push all the stresses into the midnight air and watch the breeze carry it away Be ready for an oncoming wave that emerges when all around you appears tame Don’t succumb to the noise thats projected through everyones collective screams Pay attention to the signs not just the big moments  Surrounded by utter disaster always reveals a sense of atonement  Tap in when the frequency feels lively In this life, we all hope to...

A poem I wrote to highlight the difference between Jesus and false religion. In the scriptures Jesus received the most opposition from the most religious people of his day. At it's core Jesus' gospel and the good news of the Cross is in pure opposition to self-righteousness/self-justification. Religion is man centered, Jesus is God-centered. This poem highlights my journey to discover this truth. Religion either ends in pride or despair. Pride because you make a list and can do it and act better than everyone, or despair because you can't do your own list of rules and feel "not good enough" for God. With Jesus though you have humble confident joy because He represents you, you don't represent yourself and His sacrifice is perfect putting us in perfect standing with God the Father.

Read More by Jhantu Randall Dear dark merciful night, Please shroud in the protection of your vast cloak Shield me from those who preach false hope But Dear Night, Guide me through the valley of decision cursed with the pain of sight Through recent events, it’s taking more to see this reality as a gift Reveling in the idea that fate itself can be hit or miss In search of the energy to continue on the path A path thats paved with the shattered dreams of every broken souls past Interviewing with a vampire that chases the easy things Freed from these restraints that once confined my very being No longer able to bear any sense of captivity But at times, still too timid to test that which is truly limiting Night, your voice is haunting as it hangs subtly Its whispers are communicated through the rustling of leaves I hear the advice in depth drawn from vastness That spins tales of cosmic dances All along, amplifying nature’s rhythmic beats Creating soundtracks to stories built on wicked dee...

Read More by Jhantu Randall It’s raining, mother Earth waters the forest I say this alluding to the scenery put before us Take in every image in its purest essence Enjoy every breathing moment for its many blessings The populace has become wild and rowdy The environment reflected in the moods, staying cloudy It’s as if daily there is too much pain Suffering and “Sin” Together we strive to survive Staying on our regimen Playing like pawns in a game, forced to remain in position Ambition, sacrifice and sweat perpetually clouding a vision Looking at the gains while simultaneously tallying the loss’ At times, the journey thus far has been quite costly Witnessing an unfolding of rather grim times The most dangerous weapon is a pure heart combined with a calm mind The reasons for these things seem to always remain hidden Left with only crude responses that sounds incoherently written Always up for suspicion Ending this with a loving loneliness lost among the masses Finding a revolutionary be...

Read More by Jhantu Randall Welcome to the city’s scenes Listen closely, its as if you can hear the city’s heartbeat The people running around like cells moving in vessels Blockages arise from a crash on the trestle The skyscrapers’ define the heights where people envision themselves to be The buildings themselves create a crisp breeze that gathers together then takes aim at the city streets The pavement is scarred by studded tires that gives it years of abuse New developments start to come through and replacing the old Gentrification! Driving up property values as they tear down pieces of stone This place runs on commerce Movers and Shakers Takers and Money Makers Customers and Hustlers’ They’re all pieces playing a part in this continuous game Like the man at the corner store turning copper and silver into exact change Recording every transaction, as he knows, nothing stays the same This is a place where walking nightmares intertwine with heavenly dreams Darker stories to be told unf...

Read more by Jhantu Randall Look closely! Don’t try to wipe the image clean Quit bullshitting! You know you can clearly see Dancing with the devil in the form of relapse When it comes to the drama of the situation The women, the whole package  You’re too weak to run, standard addict! Crazy, self-made situations that hold plenty of baggage Desperately convincing yourself none of it is yours to claim Don’t get caught up in that challenge  Thinking you're good? Here it appears to throw off your balance  Possesses the ability to cut deep while simultaneously striking you It’s an all out assault leaving all involved black and blue  Ravaged from rage Shattered, battered and bruised  A fatal attraction that holds a twisted, seductive kind of love for you 

Read more by Jhantu Randall Looking back on things I thought I knew Seeing how a lot of it may never come true Allowing my own doubts to seep through Look into the mirror and ask what it is thats holding me back The answer is, myself I’m the reason some of the best moments couldn’t last Convinced theres always a murky territory Piecing together different moments that are shown before me Adding the spin to craft a coherent story Not purely for the love of the art, but for a false sense of glory Fighting self righteous indignation Compacted next to the ego spawning the things this combination breeds Staring at the crowds needing to feed off their energy Confronting the narcissist that exists behind everything The pen strokes the pages documenting this sense of insanity Let me always come back and escape into these pages The hopes of an idol shown through different stages This is the epitome of my own salvation  It’s the only reason I didn’t continue to go back to crowded cages

Read More by Jhantu Randall In the night it feels like a different world comes to life Transition from the grit of the daily grind to an uneasy, yet more carefree time At night, when a rainy drive reveals the beauty behind the city sights Encompassed in bright and brash neon lights Sit back and fall into your vices The days headaches are silenced Swimming in a sea of drink exhaling the pain away A smokey view adjusting the tune Holding onto these good vibes, hoping they stay During the night, there seems to be a different sound A new scent blankets the air as earlier cares can no longer be found If the sun gives off energy than the moon creates an alternate view of this town A place where opportunity is both gifted and repented Stuck in a rush unaware of its limits Secrets shrouded in mystery hidden in plain sight waiting to be unfurled A road illuminated by lights to appear glittered with gold Holds a deceptive beauty as part of its alluring traps Lost in your drink, you exhale to fee...

Read More by Jhantu Randall As I write these verses in my notebook staring a a starry sky The pen is the instrument that helps find the reasons to why My truest thoughts exist in these pages I write Ironically, in person the same line of questioning will be met by a harsh stare accompanied by a dismissive eye So this is why I write To come to terms and make amends for all the wrongs I’ve willingly done in my life To be a true poet you must possess the gift of reaching the audiences minds To view the world through the innocence of a child while living multiple lives It’s the fault of human behavior The environment and nature That’s what I strive to capture every single time To be comfortable in both taking a leap and walking the line Where the only 2 choices are to jump or fall to your demise So who am I? I am both nothing and everything I live in-between the margins and divide Just one voice added to a chorus of a vibrant kind Relegated to the underground From hole in the wall spots to...

Read More by Jhantu Randall In a new era where money runs everything Back in the 1960’s, boxing had a aura of purity Emerging from the depths of Louisville, Kentucky Cassius Clay chose to emerge as Muhammad Ali Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Rumble young man, Rumble Faced enormous odds as he fought in the heart of the concrete jungle Without fear, he spoke his mind Separating from the norm while being a man of the people Refusing enlistment into Vietnam, he stood toe to toe with the powerful and deceitful Took everything from him they could Slandered his name as they snatched his livelihood On his road to redemption, the dust settled and the path was clear He stood tall, internationally hands raised in victory, there in Zaire

“In Dreams” is sure to pull on heartstrings regardless of age, gender, or culture. The record describes reminiscent memories a young boy has of his late father. Surron narrates the tale of his younger self retracing steps and lessons he shared with his father, gone too soon.  The melodies from Two Feathers intertwined with Surron’s storytelling offers listeners a heightened sense of emotion. “In Dreams” is where loved ones who passed will remain. The captivating emcees provide an uncanny sound and vibe reflective of traditional Hip-Hip with a melodic spin. Stream “In Dreams” here , and watch the video below.

Read More by Jhantu Randall Running in a race all in chase of money It makes the world go round It can ease or increase your fears It has the power to take hold of you Have control of you It even has the ability to expose the truth It’s amazing how life revolves around a green piece of paper Literally plucked from the ground, something had to die in order to make it The pursuit of it puts a price on your head and takes a toll on your soul Under a spell you can’t seem to avoid Everyone has a price, a fact one can’t ignore The blessing of it all is that it can fund an illusion Allowing you to go wild thinking you could never lose it You hear this story repeat itself again and again With it by your side, you can create a sense of security like reality will never set in Money dictates your true level of freedom within the system The ones with it smile on the surface but on the inside, they’re internally bleeding Money can help you build a way The counter to it is the temptation that leads ...

More by Ernest Peace Baby will you meet me at the alter? I will not fumble or faulter in my words, my unconditional love, total attention and affection is what you deserve. My love, your love, becomes our love, that is united as one, shining through the shadows of darkness to manifest our light that is bright as the sun. Say it is so, me and you walking through that door,we are gathered together forever in Holy Matrimony, our souls is united once more. Our hearts beat in unison to the melodies of sacred love, let's bless this marriage with the name of Jesus Christ and our Merciful God above. Eloquently, Ernest Peace

More from Ernest Peace You have, defined me by the opinions of the masses, your mental picture of me is, one who is unintelligent, pants sagging, violent, dysfunctional, cold-hearted and walking through life with a lack of passion. Acting, as if my shit don't stink (Hold up,wait hold a sec!), " My shit don't stink!" I will, forever hold my head up high and I, no longer will allow myself to be caught within the snares of the dictates of the people, who is incapable of seeing the truth, even when the picture is see-through. I don't need you but the truth is, I do need you.... You have, made me feel as if, my record being marred by this statement called felony, I would never be able to stand respectfully, in this system called society but I beg to differ because within me there is the will and desire to rise above the odds, rise above the picture frame that you have enclosed me in. My landscape is a scenery that is ever unfolding, displaying such beauty and promis...

More from Ernest Peace Some people say that Beauty is only skin deep and other's are of the opinion that Beauty dwells from the eyes of He or She that beholds, magnified impressions, of such a type of attraction, that inadvertently sparks from ones own soul. Beauty lies within all: whether short, fat, dark, light or tall. Beauty is synonymous with love, as they both transcends through creation, Beauty is one mans beginnings and at the same time, the next mans final destination! Beauty is perfection, when it is, as it is, leaving it untainted, Beauty is the reflection of an artists desire when being painted. Eloquently, Ernest Peace

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Read More by Jhantu Randall What becomes of a dream deferred? Does it go away never to be seen or heard? If it never comes to fruition, does it float away? Or does it embed itself in the subconscious of my brain? Is it a goal or merely a dream? Maybe it’s a future inevitability I can’t yet perceive Is it a luxury truly predestined for me? Or is it just an array of random events lined up with my beliefs? When it’s there, is it I choose not to see but rather to stare? Afraid to take charge as I claim I never cared Talent and success aren't always synonymous But I can’t accept just part of it; in the end I must inherit all of it Live by the blank page, it’s so enticing Little things, like getting a cupcake with extra icing Write and relive every experience in these words So tell me, what becomes of a dream deferred?

Read More by Jhantu Randall Sometimes I feel lost in a dream Where everything I perceive is not what it seems They tell me who I am am not who I should be Tell me to live in the movies instead of seeing what I could be They look at me like I’m speaking Sumerian Yet I rise from the belly like I was birthed cesarean Came to be, disturbing the Aryans At the same time, scaring the middle-class Americans Afraid of my words that I pray one day goes global All the while watching people watching celebrities on their mobile Fear mongering mercenaries try to set me up like I was a politician named Marion Until their intentions rises up like a sandstorm and buries them To me, these words are my addiction Comparable to the allure whisky had on Christopher Hitchens Moving along in a lane inhabited by the highly driven Trying to do it all with the small amount of time that we are given