Happy 50th Birthday Jumpman 23

Michael Jordan, jump man 23.  Its been forever since you left the hardwood. You elevated the game of basketball to a different level. You made the world love the game and follow it, I remember in the 90’s on the blacktop courts everyone wanted to be like Mike. You took basketball global and because of that may new generation players enjoy what you started. You did the impossible and did it well MJ, too bad my son will just watch your games in some not so clear tapes. He may never relate to your greatness, but I will ensure he knows about it. 

You were my hero I grew up with your poster on my wall. I had no idea what the orange ball did but I knew MJ23. You dint just stop at talent but you mastered the art and the science of Basketball. I read of Wilt and Bill never saw them play, but they shine and I read stories of them and appreciated. I saw you win games I saw you lose games. I love Celtics but you made me always watch Bulls game when I had the TV to watch it. Whenever you held the ball there was always something special in-store for us. From the regular season to the playoffs, I mean you gave it your all.

You retired twice and still dazzled the world with your return, just like Larry once said you are god in disguise when you dropped 63 in Boston Garden that playoffs match up.  The coming generation of players may never know what or how you did it, but the level of intensity for the game no one can match. You never reached finals and lost, you always win. Even in those days you were the underdog you came on top. The values you gave the game are lessons that can never be taught in class. As much as I have tried to have your memories in my son’s mind, he will always just know you as legendary. I wish I would replay your career before him so he may pick the lessons I picked, because what I picked cant be taught or handed to anyone to experience. You have to see it and relate with it.

Happy 50^th birthday, there is one award I wait for you. Executive of the year and one which you deserve for taking NBA global legend of the year. Thank you for the entertainment and for the game you made us love. I wish you more years and realize the dream of having the Bobcats win a championship. That is my prayer.

God bless, and Happy Birthday MJ23

Note to my son,

On April 28^th 2010, the good Lord blessed me with you. I can clearly remember the day like it was yesterday, my eyes were filled with tears because of the joy I had seeing you.  I had never seen such a cute baby; I knew it you would be the weak point in my life. Seeing you grow and find the right for you has been a joy to me. I took an oath to the God of children that I will never leave you and its only death that will pull me away from you. My son, I work each day to be a better father and be present to your life each day that I get. I adore you and I thank the good Lord for you, I have done poems and written music for many but for you I seem to lack the right rhymes to put together.

I remember the photos from birth and each time I go thru' them and I just get overwhelmed. Bryson you my world and the reason I strive to wake up and have breath in me. I know I have not been able to give much but I have shared love with you most of the time. I will ensure your life is better each day, and I shall never sleep and leave your side. I know this life ain’t easy but my son I shall be there for you in rain and sunshine, in darkness and in light, in sickness and in health. I will teach you and guide you; I will protect you and keep you safe. I will be a pillar of hope in your life and I will hold you close to me always.

I know the good Lord has a lot of goodness for us, you my son my joy and in all I do I will always think of you. you are my world and you lite up my path with every smile you give. you intelligence is amazing, I will hold and keep by you for the rest of my life. I love you and adore you my son

Loving dad 

Emigee

It's Done

The year has ended, this thing has been comprehended

I am more in a box more like apprehended

They year’s twenty twelve and never extended

This year’s been tough but thanks it’s ended

I feel like I can do my count down to a new year

I would go like five, four, three, two, one, happy New Year!

I have learnt a lot, been in places and my goal is to do better each year

As the final days countdown to end I would just say thank God it done

I can’t sit and regret how the year’s been, I am glad it’s done

Looking forward to a new beginning a new definition

Its twenty thirteen and new with new definition

I aspire to achieve more and in my life have a new definition

I want to reach heights I never reached before

Go places I have never been before, shit more things in my pool

I go on my knees and reach to the Lord

He’s my savior, the lord of my salvation he’s the Lord

I can walk blameless and say I have never caused sin

I do intend to make next year better than ever.

Work my goals and have some direction in what I do

One thing that will never change, is my writing

I will keep the writing alive and pure

Lord thanks for the year and I am glad it’s come to end!

Radio Station

This must be, a radio station 
And who are we, we must be 
the listeners to the junk, spinning all day long 
and over again, and over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like, 
State run radio

We now interrupt this broadcast, 
to bring you a special message about the forecast, 

Wait, you got hear about the president

And every place he is be presented

He was in church then went for fundraiser

The violence prevails then after

Before it flooded with a messed up update on forecast

They call it the number one station

The state- runs radio station

Not any good compared to a gas station

The new I hear is all about pain

Over again over again and over again
the roads to peace are closed, and the traffic's on the war paths, 

The only thing said good is the president

The rest is all darkness that is presented

We need bail from the IMF, floods are killing

The riots are killing the hunger is killing

And this goes all over again, day in day out…


This must be, a radio station 
And who are we, we must be 
the listeners to the junk, spinning all day long 
and over again, and over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like, 
State run radio

You're now tuned into hours of false,

The songs played are the ones you heard the past hour 
Frequency of fear, keep you locked right here, 

You forced to just think inside the box.

The songs you heard never change limited to that

The talk shows never help,  they all talk of shit

Girls having abortions, and preach sex all day
And hope you never leave this, never be a leader, 

When have sense, the silence you

The shut the mic on you

Then we back to the president

His visits, the fun that he makes and present

The traffic is getting worse, brother died in his car

An accident on the highway, a tanker falls off

And this goes on and on, all over again

Then shit I remember this is a state run radio

So there is no hope that comes our way from it

The presenters focus on what kills us

This must be, a radio station 
And who are we, we must be 
the listeners to the junk, spinning all day long 
and over again, and over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like, 
State run radio


shit is just the same, nothing changed

I have grown my son, listens to the same

I wonder if there would be any change from the same

I did my music; it was never played on the radio

Maybe because it was not so misleading

Coz all they play in the stations is misguiding

They may have plugged off the MIC on me

But they can never kill the skill in me

It burns like wild fire; it’s like an oven door in me

I blaze still like a furnace, can never die in me

They will interrupt the broadcast

And talk about the forecast

Before you know it, something bad is in the forecast

Either it’s the rains for fall cause some floods

Or the heat to burn and dry up the land

They never give a chance to the positive to play

And the next thing is the president and his visits

Over again and over again, I got to wake up from this…

Kisumu City

KC!!!!
I place I call home and the truth I hold,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in KC!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New KC! KC! KC!


we’ve seen how its done
from the fishing in the lakes to music in clubs ,
Rest in peace DO, made us dance tunes
I can forget Okatch Biggie, sang about ass
made Donna a place to be, we miss you
this is where maji and gidi came from
they made record sales, it was all fun
Remember 4Gmafia clique
home of the hip hop,
I can’t forget home the city which made me,
for foreigners it’s the lake a wonderful view

Even the queen herself loved the place

100 years and going KC is a place to be,
so calm nothing to worry about  in KC

From the best in sports like Oliech

IDs with the City, I am not flossing but a fact

Millimani the hood of the rich and great

Some long dark skinned women

Just love I cant say all in this

Monumental City, I call it

This is Kisumu City where I’m from.


[KC!!!!
I place I call home and the truth I hold,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in KC!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New KC! KC! KC!

Welcome to the land of the sun…


shines so bright its blinding,
girls need blinders and hats
so they can step out show you what they got

The brilliance in the city is bright as well
sit by the lake shores in Dunga watch the sun set
scenery of the lovely city we got
caught up in the in crowd,
now you're in-style,
and it gets hot you’d want to chill in a bikini sute,
the city of Guinness kubwa and make cold
good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them,
just got to watch your back for these girls
Hail Mary to the city you’re a Virgin,
got so much potential to be better by the day
came here for school, graduated to the high life,
the city built champions and heroes
the city never sleeps this is where I’m from

KC!!!!
I place I call home and the truth I hold,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in KC!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New KC! KC! KC!

the journey....

How we were raised we are pushed to believe in things we don’t know.

We wonder as kids relying on our parents to know

Before we get a grip of being around them, we taken to school so we know

I realized there is little in school that helps us know

Besides help us to read and write the rest is up to us to know

I was born in the city way before it grew bigger like it is

Before I knew it I was in Kcity, where I now call my home

I have see struggles back then in nyawitta, but it was still home

Feeding on a meal per day, watch mum comforting us to feel at home

They say there is a light at the end of the tunnel

You ask yourself why is it so long in this tunnel

Life was so narrow like the end of a funnel

I have lived each day hoping for things as much as the top of the funnel

Shit! I have see life struggles and I just want heaven for me

And I am not stopping at that, coz I don’t want my son to feel the same

I wake up from the slumber, coz sleep is the cousin of death

I am made to believe so, I’ll rest with my one eye up

I know this is destined for greatness and more greatness

I feel like the candle in the wind and I got to keep awake

Let the light up burning and keep my spirit awake

I know I am sinner from birth, but I kneel my knees to the Lord

And I know he hears me, he is the foundation of greatness

I will hold on him, even if it is by the hem of his cloth.

God watch my soul……

The good die young

They say the good die young,
That's why I think that you should have fun when you’re young
Cos time won't wait for no one that’s what you always said

When God calls, you gotta go home yes he did

It was hard but he wanted you more than we did
They say the good die young, you were great and died young
no one loves to see his hommie just gone

Regardless of where or how it happened as long as its gone

I have never been scared of phone calls in the night

My fear conformed 2 years ago and my hommie was fallen

You my boy my, friend a solider of the same struggle

Time has flow yet I am still filled with tear in my eye.

Got a flash back and for real it was pain.

I was back from my travel was hoping I would find time

And chill wid you, messed up my hommie is gone

I have to toil face each day know you no more.

I looked for someone to blame, I got none

Then I was reminded the good die young

I am to do a tattoo on my arm in memory of a lost one

They say for every death a child is born

The child who took after you is a lucky child

So much has taken place, and I just don’t know how to fill you

Coz it can take a whole life time to tell you this.

Just know it we always mention you in all we do

I had never lost a friend so close I feel empty

Like a solider with an empty round in a battle

You were my solider, kept me safe and watched my back

We fought the same fights and share moments in life

Today its two years ever since you went, I miss you

I will pour liquor, poke my chest and hold a moment of silence

I miss you Nick. R.I. P bro.  

never change....

I woke up out of a dream back in 2001
just about when guys were crazy about 2001
couple years later my mix tape album was done
made merry, did songs with Mitch I and Doc in one
Thanks to Alkay for the introductions in - this one
first track we did it and for sure it was done

Held the mic so firm in my hands not to be gone
I feel like Paul Pattni after the gold trial was done
Chukua Records on the beat and Praise G.O.D was done
I watched the death of a dynasty, 4G mafia now is done
Working with Tommy of chukua was a dream
I had visions of making a classic, then my world turned black

Like I was in a dark room with shades on my eyes

After Praise G.O.D I changed focus, and content of music

I got to learn how to sample a beat and make a hit

The value lessons I picked from Kizzy were just a hit

On the mic with DOC and MI did maisha and it was a hit

Darkness fell now I had to go solo and still make hit
it kinda felt right inside me, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beat-making and rapping

I was seen like the future coz I had grown much about rapping

This future never was, I sit in an office, pretend to be busy

I bump my head to the beat and wishing I was on stage
my stage days could be done but I’ll sit and compose a beat

Record a hit, draw punchlines coz I am anointed

I learnt from the best, OGB being one of my references

I said it before I still do rhymes on any level and will never change

Music is me and it lives and stays in me and that will never change!!

shine on...

I look up I see the blue sky, its way up high

We say our prayers looking at sky high

Coz we know heaven is way sky high.

I remember how sick I feel with smoke rising high

My eyes are clouded and I feel rather high

I haven’t been smoking or doing anything to make me this high

But it’s the trouble we face got to my head making me this sick

I feel like maybe education was not key to good but just sick

Locked in a sick world with few alternatives, men its just sick

It’s a Tuesday and I feel wasted, how can this be for real?

I got questions no one is even here to answer shit is real

The life I have lived is huge a may make some serious real

A movie in a making we looking for a producer to work the real

A star was born back in September 29^th never had a chance to shine

I still buffing and cleaning working no the glow so as to shine

I am not shop closed still open, facing each day to get the shine on

When I glow, I will lite the city and ensure its bright on

So I will look up and give God thanks for the life and the chance on

I will not waste it but to work and have my shine on

As I walk in the dark valley in this life I live, I will keep on and have my shine on.