Propaganda – Be Present

One of the best spoken word poems I’ve been privileged to listen to this year.

Lyrics

So I tend to think of life in terns of movie clips, or tweetable moments
Somehow I’ve convinced myself they last longer that way
I was proved wrong when wife called my phone as fmy black wife
I thought it was funny, we giggled, now single men take notes
Now I’m no expert, but I don’t think she was kidding
She talked about some other stuff which I really don’t remember
I was too busy in my head composing a
Tweet where I would quote her with some sort of cleaver hastag
About marriage and about how much I love her
To be paying attention to her at that moment
I think what snapped me back was the silence which
Indicated I was supposed to have some sort of response to whatever she was talking about

I told my father that story in hopes to get a little sympathy
My father, Civil rights and Vietnam war vet
Hopelessly charming
On his fourth marriage, Father
Rather than the customary nod that men give each other when they understand, he
Proceeded to tell me why He failed as my mothers husband
He said it was the same reason half of his platoon died in Vietnam
And the same reason you are deathly afraid of your daughter becoming a teenager
Son, you can’t hear past the explosions, either the ones that already happened or the ones
You anticipate
See the former, paralyzes
Living life in the rear view mirror driving full speed across traffic into the center divider
So shell shocked you too stupid to duck when bullets are flying

Or the latter
Your life a game of capture the flag
So focused on the finish line, you stepped right on a land mine
You so ready to attack the day
Frustrated because you can’t find your keys
Focused on the meetings you’re finna miss
And the traffic you finna sit in to realize the you been holding your keys the whole time

Slow down
You have been hypnotized by the possibility
Son, I couldn’t hear past the bombs
The first one didn’t kill me and the second one ain’t even happened
Yet it ended our family

He told me a love story
Of a woman born before him
He said I new her before and at the moment of conception
Their was an eternal connection
And although I didn’t know it then Id fight for her affection
It’s this war we been waging since day one of creation

And only when you lose her do you learn to appreciate her, like even
When Im with her, Im itching to get rid of her

And she only gives you one shot, blow it and she’s gone
And I took advantage of her

Thats why Im telling you this
Son, you can’t rusher or slow her down, you better keep here on her side
She will slip through your fingers
Like sand her name is Time
And she told me a secret
She said multitasking is a myth you ain’t doin’ anything good just everything awful
And she begged me to stop stretching her thin and stuffing her full, and stop being so concerned
With the old her and future her, but love her now
Her presence is Gods present, and you should be that, present

So I guess you could say
Well I guess I could say I’ve been through a divorce now
Me and my phone are no longer married

I think I’m ready to be here now

Check out his album: “Excellent” here – http://noisetrade.com/propaganda/excellent

 

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