The Truth

Far too long this enigma we've let go on

Too long carnal pleasures we've engaged

Still we continue

Though

Be it unspoken, words never were necessity

Prosperity of this situation, or

What may come from, seems

As unlikely as the words unspoken!

'Truth sets you free?'

Then,

Make me free! Say I to the truth I seek

Kevin Mutembei

2005

Is It Just?

Is it just?

Perhaps unjust-maybe unfair - That we fair with flair, though only hair we own!

Thrown into this cauldron, a concoction of potions, stirred up hatred breeds racial tension –

Pay attention, listen to my pleas as I damn near drown; forced to swim in this ocean THEY've chosen!

Tell THEM; I don’t know breaststrokes - but I stroked the breast that mothered me,

She damn near fathered me!

I’m sorry mamma, cant swim, wont swim? Gonna be drowning in this system that stemmed

From men greedy just like I...But I never killed - perhaps a few hearts broken –

Fight the system? Nah, FUCK the system! Matrix looking breddas wanna front they better than I –

More cheddah, more headaches...for God's sake, Live and Learn...In Peace I Rest!

Kevin Mutembei.

2004

Dedication To My Father

This seat of circumstance I seat on, I’m gon speak on,

this hand of chance that held me back,

Gave my heart slew shots since I been old enuff to give buck shots!

Though it be choice, it aint my choice, wasn’t my noise that wasn’t that nice,

Heard that loud shout, shoot through ears that were silent…

I can’t understand this man! Why my old man got beef with his young ‘un?

Seed of his seed, blood of his blood, but blud…I’d be glad

If you could guide me through this guise, arise this side as I

Move forward, toward unbecoming the coward that cried every some nights

When that tiresome hand could sometimes hand me nothing but handsome hand slaps

When thunder would mockingly clap some nights! yea, they say freaks come out at nights

Even them beasts come out, be they cumming or cunning,

Them closet doors at night flung open, my head banged open, yea my arm be broken

Find myself flingin through an open door, doors banged shut, closed in my face,

through a wall goes my face, but even Tom wins them fights sometimes, Jerry gets

G’ ed up and fucked up sometimes...you only as weak as you think you are…so,

I stood and took my hood out on this hoodlum, this Houdini

that could make my life disappear through thin air, come like a western cowboy,

Last man standing…only

On of us left hanging,

The other be flying, landing on character branding, you they calling a coward…but,

Yo, that’s my daddy you lot be barking about, crackling about

Laughing and sharking about…

Keep hanging round those non-ending roundabouts running round and round

The demons that keep tempting and taunting him to take one for the road,

But they didn’t say it’s a non-ending road!

That bottle neck had my fathers head in a head lock,

Congenial this genie was to his gross conduct…yeah,

Misconduct stroke misdemeanour…life is meaner and yea, sometimes more than others…

Daddy didn’t have a Mercedes, kept turning 380-degrees,

One for the road too many times, never holding it down.

Voices keep shouting, noises keep rising, asleep but keep rousing.

Arise at hours not social-maybe I should be more social, more accommodating…more understanding…

Maybe...

Fear

ONCE YOU HAVE MADE IT

ONCE YOU HAVE ACHIEVED 

YOUR DREAMS...

YOU ARE AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER

THE ONLY FEAR

THE ONLY REASON

WHY WE FAIL

THE ONLY REASON 

WHY WE FALL

FROM THE LADDER IS...

FEAR

K. Mutembei.

2005.

Me...Myself...and I

I lie, I cheat, I steal...but I do not kill and

I do not thrill, lest it is with my warm steel

I AM A MAN! A machine! A robot, built to follow

Obey orders and break order in no order in

Particular! Vernacular is my vocabulary though

I worry as I stare through these surly eyes at

Lies that deceive me to believe in steeze thats not

Real, but I'm as real (er) as they come!

Kevin Mutembei

2009

Keep Hope

Generation through generation

Respect

Means scorn the fool who

Dare question your decision -

Your actions

Experience stands for nothing;

Better judgement,

Undoubtedly an extinct theory!

For those who still respect though,

Heed, follow and listen,

History repeats itself

Generation after generation,

Keep hope!

Kevin Mutembei.

Apr 2004.

Free (style)

Damn, why I see masses through my glasses

Looking hopeless, though fearless,

Frontin’ but wishing, this ain’t all life’s offering-star?

Why these ghosts keeping starting?

To rouse me, I see they resurrect arouse’d the boy again…plain to see

They toy me…

“I’m the real McCoy, flavour to savour, here to love yah…” say she!

Memories-cum filled fantasies of she

I imagine…still reminisce-wish I could get piece-

But the heat reminds me, how hell felt when once I fell

Into mediocre chicks that lick clits!

My urethra throbs as my dick lurks in this chick’s mouthpiece

My trumpet blown by this dime-piece

R. I. P. Miles Davis, Rest In Peace Ray Charles

Though to your music we still keep moving

Some still trying - To move on up - move on down.

Karma’s a bitch-yo, that chick’s bitching!

Better believe it coz in Technicolor she living

Yeah I had my fair share of itching

Through unprotected sucking and fucking 

Cumming in these ghosts-they real or maybe they faking it

But they aint starring on CH 4-they Live-O, 

Appearing in my head - a special appearance they staying

In my head, yea head I intend to get, but I aint begging

In my head I recall, simultaneously forgetting

Got wifey at home - don’t need to be straying

But since I’m here now-just let a nigga chill now, 

From the chill outside, keep a nigga warm, still now 

I’m a let the ghost thrill - the touch be like ‘brrrruuhhhh!!!’ she stroking till

Dawn returns from whence dusk kept her still

Mixing that indo and cigarettes, bill-one up for Jill, inhale that high until

Them blood shot eyes looking like ‘blud-clart!’ you feel?

Even though its madness we live through

Ya’ll know one day we gon come through

From this hell-step at a time- I’ll excel through

Fucking these ghosts, in my sleep, through

Indulgence in self-allow that though-

That only makes these nightmares last though!

Inhale too much hate, find you coursing, cursing - exhaling through

Hell you hear? Yea in hell we keep burning, but we aint gonna die through

This fire! 

Them ghosts in your mind are only as real through

Your eyes, as you decipher in your thoughts!

Wake up ghetto, rise up ditto, understand, this life is yours too!

Too real, forgive me for the realest I have to quote:

"Life’s a bitch, and then you die" -

"Who's world is this? The world is yours!" To

Understand is better than to know, but to

Know is better than the dark, left to

Suffer, not knowing there is another way, to

Control your own destiny in this lifetime!

Kevin Mutembei

2004

F.I.G.H.T. For Freedom

But don’t talk the talk, if you can’t walk the walk,

Weak ass lies only strong as dry leaf stalks

Trying to live this like you don’t see white or black

Blud, why you still live life like we Mississippi black

Slaves, huh? Thought slavery got abolished man, why a black

Man find it harder than them that is like

Us, huh? Skin pigmentation only difference I see, black

Michael Jackson I keep singing, like

It don’t matter if you black

Or white! I aint trying to keep my brain on lock

And chain-why me you keep stare at, look

At me like you better-you know or seen better, like

Check these chicks, think they hot like

Those hot summer nights-32 degrees hit! Temperatures like

Saunas, hit these chicks with my game like

No bull-shitting-nothing but represent and real talk

Why them ghosts keep persisting like

Symptoms, why me they still stalk

Keep trying to crank this shit to they selves, trying to lock

Me down, but observe the board and this chalk

Stick witchu-nah I aint looking, me down, u can’t lock

Even Five-O know, The Infamous 1, be like

2 realer to keep on lock

Down with the F. I. G. H. T. for freedom like

Martin Luther King, release your mind, let if fly like

A kite…

Fuck these dikes and hoes like the say in N. Y. C. but check

Them stars and stripes-man ain’t repping like

Them 52 stars done got shot down yea they gunned down like

Fox hunters in them countryside blud, don’t get it twisted still

I aint repping for the Queen or Blair, mans repping it like

Straight from Africa man! Motherland where we sprout from Cuz.

Kevin Mutembei.

2004

How

How can you see me if you won't turn to look

How will I show you when you won't open your eyes

How will u sing out loud if u won't hear the music

How come you won't dance with your eyes closed

How can you match my rhythm if you won't let me move you

How will you ever learn if you won't leave behind history

How will you ever love if you won't accept the fall

How will you find yourself when you won't lose yourself

How will you trust if you won't grasp the truth

How come you wont appreciate the small things in life

How will you grow if you won't experience life

How, How, How?

Kevin Mutembei.

Dec 2009.

Memba Brenda...?

I'm the best thing to never happen to you,

Still-I'm the worst thing to EVER happen to you!

I live to eat in you, poison blood run through your blood veins,

Coursing through membrane from head to toe...

Yea, remember that head?

Memba' you bent her, Brenda...Memba' you shouldn't have,

Without thinking hard, but she tick though, blud, yeah, you thick too

2 x 5 seconds before sex, wise invest - ment to do it, but that head

Got both your heads high! Brenda states she's safe, you in your haste

Your too quick to taste! Ride it raw, though like RAW, this ain't a set up,

Why you wrestle with life - set yourself up?

One blow and your catched,

Fucked and hacked from that tree that is LIFE...

Man, why you never listen, them bitches keep glisten' - In niggas boxers they

Living...faithful wifey, a mysterious myth...

February 2004

Kevin Mutembei.

Untitled...A - Z

Acute is the pain in my heart,

Beauty she smiles helps ease the hurt.

Clouds that hover-full bodied with grey,

Dreams of brighter days drowned by rain!

Everyday other than two this rain falls!

Feverish are the rays of this sun-

Gladly I welcome this change of season.

How I cry tears of cheer as

I’m finally free of fear you hear?

Joy unfounded I’ve found, pain I release.

Kindly favour comes my way-I’m blessed!

Lord I lift your name on high!

My sighs of relief ring at decibels

Near deafening lengths that claim my heart!

Oh beauty beauty thou art peace divine-

Peace entwined with love reside within you-

Quietly my soul escapes to peace's lair

Rejoicing as true love brings blessings unfounded!

Somebody awake this day-dreamer from slumber-

This scene seems somewhat someway somehow untrue!

Unfaltering she is in claiming her victory-

Vicious was the battle to my heart!

Winning was just the beginning to end

X-static war cries of victory ring loud

Yes finally I believe in love's peace

Zealous jealous lovers can harm me no more!

Kevin W Mutembei

Feb 2007