From the Vaults circa. 2008 (4)

Yooo I had forgotten this particular joint had been in the vaults. A piece I did back on destee.com with a fellow word-smith called Brother Phenomenon! Awesome indeed!



a little something inspired by the talented mind of Brother Phenomenon who was very gracious in soliciting my aid. I do hope you all enjoy this. Phenom is the lead and in bold un-italicized font and AgAbus is in red italicized font.

Brotherly Love: Collabo-Phenomenon & AgAbus

There's so much hatred in the world

Between those who have so much in common

For instance, we have so much in common

Becoming men

Dark skinned, brown skinned, light skinned revolutions

Freedom, institutions, african, american

Mothers, no fathers

Marry mothers, to become fathers

Have daughters, to become queens

And teach sons, to become dreams

Poverty, persecution, 400 years, execution

Different story, same history

All the glory, to His victory



i, we, they-them-and-us

sow roots that are entrenched,

roots that will

yield fruits; fruits that give

flavors filling the mouths of our destinies

with HIS distinct, defining deliciousness.

i, we, they-them-and-us

see…see the birth of

men in diff’rent

hues of blackness

all standing; mouths opened

wide, wider, widest

piercing…

…the air ripples with

their twilit sound.

we…we be men-hoarding our

inner predilections

beneath bended

bushels of

glossed over pages

frm outdated publications that depict

our honesty;

diff’rent stories of our history.



See

We have so much in common like

Pain and healing

Drinking from

Precious fountains,

Free to all,

A healing stream,

Flows from calvary's moutain,

That's what our elders used to sing

As Jesus keeps us near the cross

We laid on His chest

As He bled our mistakes to death





hearing

echoes of the pitter-patter

of our feet carrying

Golgotha in

our blood streams…

hearing

the dissonant beauty

of parallel

commonality…

u run

parallel to my experiences and

i jog next to yours-we

drench ourselves

in time’s waters-tasting the

vestiges of eternity,

feeling intense

completion emanating from the

throne room

where we stand…unit…

where we are one.



See

We have so much in common

But we act differently

Than how black men act toward each other today

I could kill you

You could spill my blood too

But I'd rather spit poetry with you

I could turn my back on you

You could leave me dying

I could smile in your face

While you suffered crying

But I'd rather share my faith with you

We could fight over women

Murder over money

Abandon our children

And die over nothing

But I'd rather make a difference with you





…too much in common we have.

how could peace abound, lest

two walk as one?

please put aside playing Cain to my

Abel, my Jacob to your Esau…

why split hairs or

the links of a chain? why

deplete unity

when we could stand

as one?



I could call you my n***a

You could call me motherf***a

But we're so much higher than that

So I rather call you my brother

I could hate you

But loving you is so much easier since we're

Two blessings from a mother

Two soldiers in life

Two brothers in christ with

Same spiritual bloodlines

Same historical timelines

One heart, one mind

Made by one Father, G-O-D

And together, we can move mountains

With a mission we have in common

Which is spreading the truth...Amen



sonku



unified…

black brother

stay KNIT to

my thigh!

we’re duet,

righteous ones!



Amen…

Amen, AND

Amen!





©2008
PheNomEnon/AgAbus