My Inspired Words

Spaceship Shoes

Sun, 08 May 2011 22:23:00 -0400

Spaceship Shoes from Lionel Butler on Vimeo.

Lyrics written after the break

I saw it at the hospital.
I know that it’s possible.
All we do is plot and pull.
I want my plot with a pool.
I know that it’s plausible.
They say it’s illogical;
Even though we chronicle,
The events that we are sponsored to.
They do not respond to;
My type of spoken vehicle.
Thirty six and a mule.
They say that I’m a damn fool,
Cause I don’t listen to.
The facts that like to spew,
The stats that they say prove.
I should be dead by 22,
With a 22,
And that’s only if I move,
Like them dealers and them killers do.
But I’m here,
Thirty years,
…Still cool.

I made through school and I don’t know why
Alumni of Purdue
And the only time they call me is when they want some money for them new fools.
That would imply,
That I was a fool when I started too.
And that would be admittedly true.

Peter Theil said it’s a bubble in the schools,
And he called the last two.
Dot com, dot housing & now dot E-D-U
Dot ya “I’s” and initial,
Forty “G” debt minimal,
And that’s if you went to the community school.
When you get out, aint got no job and the guy that recruits you,
Will say you should of went ahead and got that hundred grand debt instead.
They talk about these bad dudes,
But there’s less rape in jail then it is at these schools.
We just want to make it,
That’s all we want to do.
The dreams to integrate and elevate through the roof.
We need more than hope to get to 2022.
And you wonder why them boys keep yankin 22s.
I wouldn’t trade this knowledge but I would sell this education back to the school.
Cept’ they would do just like them books and give me half of what I’m due.
And 20 grand won’t even buy me a Chevy Malibu.
The GPS got direction, but can’t tell me what to do.
So what’s a nig…oops I mean brother like me to do?
Stay punching that 9 to 5 waiting on NIKE to debut
Them Spaceship Shoes

It's All Over Now

Wed, 13 Apr 2011 06:48:51 -0400

Its All Over Now from Lionel Butler on Vimeo.

It’s All Over Now
Lionel Butler

It was all over before it ever began.
Yeah we started out as friends like it should have been.
Then it turned to something more and I couldn’t pretend.
Like I wasn’t feeling you, like you was feeling me, within two weeks we was getting on.
Didn’t know where this lead but we had our needs.
In hindsight, we was really caught in greed.
The first red flag, when I almost laid that seed.
You was trippin’ on me like I had plans to be, caught in this situation forget chasin’ my dreams.
As an immature teen I didn’t learn my lesson; kept killing it every week like I need the sexin’.
I was in love, but it was mentally second.

Now I know what it really means when people say words can’t describe.
So why do I try?
Lord knows that these feelings can’t go unpublished, unnoticed;
Even if my notebook is the only on that knows this.
I sit and listen as these words pour out my mind.
I’m not thinkin’ I’m really a poor scribe.
But love, damn it does things to you, like make you write, pick up a mic and think you sound nice.
Speaking with meaning to you and maybe another;
Not a mother nor a brother, but only a lover and if you love her you let know right? Right?
Every night she’s on ya mind, occupying your time, whether you talk or not.
Love a make you shitty, make you nasty, make you happy, make you smile, make you frown, make you jump and touch the ceiling.
But love most importantly gives you that indescribable feeling.

Damn I hate love, I love love.
It works, it hurts, it’s great, it’s hate, but damn I can’t do without love

It’s all over.
I’m just a child encompassed in a man’s face.
My life is so different I presume it’s just fate.
How could the greatest love, contain the greatest hate.
Is it the child in me or is it the child in my mate?
Life is like being on ice skates, first it’s smooth then you fall.
Repeat it many times till you would rather just crawl.
All the many circles people call it growth.
I find myself wishing with very little hope.
It’s all over.
Is this the end or a fresh new start?
My heart is broken but I can’t tell in how many parts.
Consume with running forever drownin’ myself in this art.
Art thou any room for the righteous?
And these are the last words of a dying queen she said

Quiet afternoons I spend, feeling emptier than, any soul has ever been.
Is this my fate? What did I do to deserve this?
If what comes around goes around then I got screwed.
Where was chance to romance another dude?
I miss my time, to tell my lies.
Do I, get to get all dressed up, go out on a date and spend a couple of hundred on him?
Cuddle up on the couch watchin’ a DVD drinking our drink?
Karma must be the blame; there must be a mistake.
Because there is no way that the one that I love and one that I thought loved me would leave me on this quiet afternoon with his footprints on my heart.
And I don’t want to see the reality you have left me with I’m homeless.
Sure I “stay” with someone, somewhere, but I don’t even have a place to throw my underwear.
And when I feel I want to escape, I’m reminded of bars and the walls that you have imprisoned my spirit in.
The constant memories and nightmares are a never ending life sentence passed down by a judge and jury of one…you.
Somehow I must get a new trail, cause there must be a mistake, because the only thing I am guilty of is love.

Those were her words and there was no going back to the way were.
We didn’t speak the very words that we needed to preserve the pain.
So it’s back to the same ol’ game.
Still I’m the one the blame for us being on the same ol’ thangs.
Even though I know it ain’t all on me.
I swallow my pride when you cannot see.
And I’m called a dog like all the rest before.
And I know what that means, but it is hard to accept.
The catalyst in my life has left.
It’s all over.

I hate love, I love love.
It works, it hurts, it’s great, it’s hate, but damn I can’t do without love
It’s all over now.

Chasing Destination

Tue, 29 Mar 2011 22:19:00 -0400

Chasin Destination from Lionel Butler on Vimeo.

Transcribed after the break

CHASIN’ DESTINATION

Lionel Butler

I am the king of my destination no explanation needed.
But I’m not headed for that destination, because that destination was not made for this life.
This life is about the travel and the journey; about all the joy that can be achieved from being on this ride.
And I don’t follow the flesh because the flesh will never be satisfied.
It just wants more.
So even if you reach your so called “destiny” the flesh wants the next level of things that is sees.

Now you don’t have to believe me you can look at Madoff.
Now he made off with $60 Billion and he still wanted more.
As he stole that money out from underneath those people’s eyes, I bet he never thought he would pay for it with his son’s suicide.
And that’s a much greater sentence than years in jail, hell; he probably thought his son would prevail.
All the while he was chasin his destination; a place to proclaim that he had arrived.

But I don’t look to arrive I look to the sky and remove the limits from my body and my mind.
And if I reach my destination that means the ride has ended.
And I want my ride to be limitless, infinite, and tremendous.
Some would even say that I’m senseless; a man of many words with no direct intentions.
But there are some things that I forget to mention, purposely.
That way I can execute them perfectly.

And if my thoughts are not crossed with your impurities I can deliver exactly what I see.
Not some crowd sourced, democratic, edit of my initial drive, but my exact product.
And my product is living.
So I don’t have to come out with brand new iteration each and every summer
And make it easier and easier for people who are dumber and dumber.
My product changes everyday like some people’s interest rate; except I’m not here to rape and pillage you for every single dime in your pocket.
Cause I don’t measure profit in object; I measure it in those that I help inspire and their progress.

And my whip is modest and furniture is used.
And some would say that I don’t have a clue.
And that I would have to be fool, to eschew the things that I do.
And there is no way possible that I have a picturesque view.
But as you focus on your destination, I observe my full surroundings.
Like an outstanding theme in heart pounding scene; as you fast forward to the last few minutes of this things.
Take it all in and then ask what it means
But meaning is not seen just in the last scene, it is in the power and the beauty that progress brings.

It’s essential we still dream, that I see myself as a king, and that I don’t settle for a barbie but a queen; that my journey is royalty and my loyalty is supreme.
My words are not validated by the price of my jeans or the loafers on my feet.
Not my final pose but how I dance to the beat.
And if I reach my destiny, don’t pray for me and my mind, body and spirit.
Throw a big ass party and make sure that the whole block hears it.

And let it be known that my life was a journey and my journey is life.
I’m going to stay down that path until they turn out my light.
I’ll illuminate a brand new path, because life is not about being 1^st to a place that last.
But the people and the stories you tell until it’s your last

So I ask will you please.
Stop chasin destination and take this ride with me.

“Prison Free Dumb” Lionel Butler Prison is not just when you are...

Tue, 15 Mar 2011 18:48:00 -0400

“Prison Free Dumb”

Lionel Butler

Prison is not just when you are doing time for a crime.
Some people are prisoners of their own mind and they don’t even know it.
There can be four walls and door and you can close it and close your mind.
You might as well be in captivity just without the guns and knives; to social conformity, debt and dollars.
Comfort will keep you put and make you ask why bother.
Cause ain’t much difference from a gun to your head and dollars at your feet.
If they move the gun you gon move your feet and if they take away the funds you gon move to where those funds be.

Some people even call this the new slavery.
Me I have a tendency to disagree.
There are no lashes on my back and if I run from the master I don’t have to get hung from my neck.
Now prison and slavery are self inflicted.
If it “don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense;” Now that’s some slavery shit.
Now to be clear I’m not saying that you don’t need cash, but when cash starts to clash with your morals and ethics and begin to ask.
The direction to progress and your homeboy’s start to laugh screaming:

“Aint nothing more important than this C.R.E.A.M.!”

That’s the warden calling out saying to stuck up in this thing.
Me speaking out is like posting your bail.
Even though you’re in jail all the doors is open and you can’t even tell.
It’s getting to the point where you are starting to enjoy the smell; of the bricks and the bars, but to hear you tell it you not from Earth you’re from Mars.
But I’m sure if I ever came across a Martian, his first words wouldn’t be “double digit margins.”
You should ask ya mind for a presidential pardon.
Taking part in the feast just to stay in the wall garden is detrimental to the health of every single person.
But as you pull back that curtain of conformity, what you see is expansion, innovation and creativity.

No teacher, preacher or biologist will tell you that this is essential for life to exist.
But I submit to you through these words, that a limited mind is so absurd.
Yet free can’t be achieved through a college degree; still knowledge is the key to break free of the prison and the fences and the walls and the slavery.
Maybe…just maybe…you will break from those constraints.
And run and run as fast as you can, then breathe and breathe until you can’t no more.
And pick up your feet and run some more.
Take in everything around you, not just what’s inside these four walls.
Because even though free can be scary it’s not the end at all; it’s actually the place where you begin it all.

And when you do…don’t be free dumb; its freedom.
Free to not want and free to love, but that’s generally not what people think of when they think of freedom.
See we graciously put on the blinders and only see free economically, but that’s my mistake for thinking that people actually wanted to be free.
See they just want they cash to last from the 1^st to the 15^th and if there is any chance that it won’t then everything else is secondary.
It’s a scary fault, when one single thing can dominate your thoughts.
If all your ideas can be bought; you’re just a few dollars away from being owned.
And they don’t have to send a memo to let you know that it’s own.
As you sit up top the people gather to dethrone.
And the moment that the money stops being thrown; you can look around and see the friends your home

If only the broke say it ain’t all about the money.
Its funny how there’s a re-occurring theme of those that say it’s lonely at the top and the more problems that more money brings.
So let freedom ring.
No let money sing, rap act, model and train wreck a reality show scene.
If progress is only as far as the money it redeems, then I must pledge allegiance to a different regime.
Because there’s a difference in me, there’s not a deficiency of dedication and dignity.

I don’t use Malcom and Martin lightly.
Because what if they were corrupt enough to let the fight stop for just a lil bit of stock in GM and GE.
See the fight for freedom is no longer in the physical but in the mental and it starts in the grassroots with people like you and me.
So we can be free to not want and free to love;
That’s the type of freedom we should seek and the discipline to overcome.
So we are not over run with mindless zombies that focus on stacking assets just carbon copies.
Red or Blue pill or no pill at all, just a mustard seed of insight to re-install; our thoughts with a whole new set of ones and zeroes.
So we can focus on a whole new set of mentors and heroes.
And reload not your gun but your temporary memory.
Keep the gun tucked and abolish the tyranny to your mind; because we must adjust the things that we love.
And in the process of progress we can rediscover, not prison, but freedom.

And don’t be free dumb.

“Please Believe” Lionel Butler11/14/2010 Believe in something,...

Tue, 15 Mar 2011 10:49:44 -0400

“Please Believe”

Lionel Butler
11/14/2010

Believe in something, me I believe in God.
You can believe in Buddha or believe in your mom, but please believe in something,
Because I believe if you don’t, the consequences are dire.
No…not like a building on fire or shots fired, but something worse.
A slow deliberate detriment delivered unbeknownst to those who don’t believe.
And you don’t have to be like me and believe the things that I believe, but if you don’t believe in something, you’re just the walking dead.
No…not like death is imminent or even close to the deliverance.
But when you are that far oblivious the attack is on your existence.

You could even believe that something bad is going to happen, because we all know that will come to fruition.
You can even believe in a superstition and then slowly push the envelope of your belief system.
Because if no answer is an answer, then no belief is just as discrete, it’s a black hole in the form of a street, that you walk down to show the origins of the beast.

And each and every moment that you don’t believe is another missed opportunity for greatness to conceive.
To plant the seed, to grow the tree, that affects the change we need in you and in me.
And if you don’t believe it’s a chance that I might not believe.
And there’s a chance that you won’t say the words or do the things that I need to be the progressive me.
And I don’t write a single one of these lines for you I write them for me.
Cause there are times when I don’t believe.
And I’m afraid that I might not say the words or do the things that I need to have those around me succeed.
Cause there success is success to me.

So the only way for this to work…is for you to believe.
For me to believe.
In something.
And the crazy thing is…its hardest to believe in yourself.