Frame Memories
Capture an event
By taking a picture of it.
All the memories of that day stored on film
Paper sheets don’t last forever
However, remember that event, that day with your mind.
Nurture your soul.
Fill your head with necessary information.
Use it constantly,
Because the minute you don’t.
Family and friends will be lost forever.
No matter if you have that thin piece of paper to show it.
By Shane Byron
Light Placement
I’m in my own place now
High above where anyone can see me
Didn’t use drugs or alcohol to do it
But the power of thought to reach it
Understanding of where I stood on this earth
What I successfully became
Justifying my birth
Shards of light amassed my face
A hand guided me to that quite haven
There are no demons to keep chase
I’m now in my special place.
By Shane Byron
Shane-Lyfe and Tymes Pt.2
Risen from the dust and ashes
A place I never seen before
Being so close but yet so far
In love with a pretty girl
A sudden closeness to my father
Maturity hitting me
Able to understand my mother,
And what she goes through
Seeing the change of the world
Kids learning faster
Mad luv for my brothers and sisters
Encouragement and motivation,
Is what live on to survive.
It can take one blink for you to lose your focus on life
Step on opposition
Listen to the heart
I tell myself this, to hold my position.
The hint of a job still lacking
But my woman continues to love
Other sisters beginning to hate
I’d love to see them around soon with the money I’ll be making.
Still I’m in a hole
As nobody sees but me
That Shane’s self -motivation has almost run out
Depression sees no puncture in my skin to come out
I must conquer these feelings
Not from outside but inside myself
So I can start my real life.
By Shane Byron
Bredgrine Copy Kat
Sick of dressing like the next
Some one seem to say the same shit
As you and your crew
Botty man love try fa lick your style
When they truly don’t know
What you really go through
How it is to be you
Everyday
Followed by a store worker fraid that u gon steal
Yes boiy wear your pants down past your ass
The thing don’t do it without class
Call ME a nigga
You lucky most of us to nice to pull u a nice trigga
Listen to our music, don’t care
Take our NUBIAN PRINCESSES
Most of us don’t really dare
Except fo the few
Who has balls the size of the world
Take the time to make it work
Holla and tell everyone you half black
Gal why u have braids pon yah head
Yah wack u have straight hair
Which part of you whan get jacked?
Think you’re jammie cause u grew around them?
Unless u a set down deh yah know shit.
It must be hard times living on reservation
That’s why give props to them natives
They try hard, and never quit
But to go as far as to claim you’re just like black?
What? U must a done been on crack
Don’t mean to hate
Just find your style
Know who u are, where u from
And do u,
Don’t be like Bredgrine Copy Kat.
By Shane Byron
Root Word
Depths of concrete
Jungle absent of green
There are vicious scenes
Crosses and lynches
There’s no balance, Naturally
Deaths of Intelligent men and women because of color
A truly Gifted presence now
Still no real change
In this Generation of a overflow in talent
Still can’t get away from the word that holds us down
Its just so Excellent that
We’ve grown as a Race and still can’t get away from using it
In songs, and in and around the streets
Ya’ll don’t see that the more we say it
There is no need for others to be real discrete about it.
By Shane Byron