ITYOTL

AnkSteady Artist@Large

“I am ageless a timeless body in cycle of life and death, as old as the cosmic and as young as anyone wishing ego”

“Who are We... We are the Manifestation of the Light

Earth-Mon -Divine Sovereign

-ANK JUSTICE STEADYSPEAR-:El© 

{Artist@Large that's me… a Poetic MC,

Womb-Man Rules... SHE is my Work-ship”

A Silence Whisper Can Make a Great Sound

Indeed, I Laugh, I Cry, I Live, I Die

“A shot of thought on the reflection of thyself, where lay the depth of time do sing in my "mind", 'tis memory of long stir the emotion of an embrace, drown in her passion of the past rippled echo like the motion of water against the shoreline

Dutch is a bully often wherever he goes there would be trouble.
He steals the bones from other dogs, barked at old ladies
Worst while he is a sleep a robber ran through his house
He is such a worthless dog this dirty Dutch.

He does not like to take a bath he would bellow a howl
And splash around then after roll on the dirty ground
Through the market he would roam eating scraps he found
Sometimes he would bring his garbage home.

On the pretty sheets he would lay his four dirty feet
On a rainy day he would go outside to play
Jumping in the mud and like it like a fudge
This dirty dog is too much he is always acting like a pig

So one day Ama took him to the farm
When he saw the sheep, chickens, horses and cows
He gave a big howl, but when he saw the pigs
Quickly he ran to join in playing in their mud

Dirty Dutch a pig of a dog or a dog of a pig
No one knows why he is like this?

Hush little baby hush little baby
Rest your head and got to sleep
Close your eyes as you lay on your sheet
Hush little baby… hush little baby

Don't say a word
Daddy is going buy you a mocking bird
If that bird don't wish to sing
Daddy going buy you more beautiful things

Hush little baby don't say a word
Daddy will help to heal your World
My special little pearl my sweet little girl
Hush little baby and calm nerves

Don't you know
Your daddy's special little girl

To all Mystical Smokers
Not the weed dopers
The serious promoters
The dimensional floaters
This comes form a Mystical Smoker not a joker

Respect due to all the herb hustlers
Whether you are Ganja Growers or Weed Sellers,
I said respect to the cautious travelers & to all Herb Hustlers.

I am a Mystical Smoker
Not a weed doper
I don't smoke to touch the sky
Nor do I smoke to get high...

That's not my style
Otherwise I might fall from the sky
I am Mystical Smoker not a weed doper

Stepping forward in-tune & relaxing your mood
Isnes is Sensi, Sensi is Isnes it's an alchemist business
A Mystical point of view
No I am not a weed doper
I am a Mystical Smoker a dimensional floater

Your mama is a bitch
that's how
you were born

Some say
she spread her legs
just like a dog

Now you looking at me
and thinking you are so tall

Bitching mothers you will fall
Your stupid children trying to make me bawl

Twitting humans in fear of thoughts
So they walking in the dark

I am not mad man
Will you stop shaking you head
I am not a mad man yes my hair is long

I do not hate so I try to live great
I welcome all to my gate
I am not a mad man the hue I have make others mad

I am a simple one I wish no harm to other ones
Perplexing complex stating I am mad
Because I greet not by shaking hands

Time is short as we grow old
So I have no moment with those
Seeking to disturb my soul

Water running from my eyes
I just learn my Poetic Mother died
Lord why could you not spare a little more time?
Wicked ones them traveling in styles
But you take mi Mada before her time?

The happiness she bring cause plenty to sing
Living in Holland doing my thing
Waiting for the day when both of us would sing
Mama I'll continue to teach your styles
Of how Jamaican dialect changing time

I just learn my Poetic Mother has died
I am far away still I must cry
Wicked ones them in fling
Some don't even know bout ring ding
Them selling reggae like dope

I have just learned that my Poetic Mother has died
Water running from my eyes no joke, no lie
A lady of refine, her life inspired millions to shine

Who are you... my mother... thats what you say?
Where were you when I was sick yesterday?
Today all I hear is excuses for yesterday
Who are you my mother thats what you say?
From your child you hide far away
I only saw you when you had something to give away.

Who are you my mother thats what you say?
A woman may give birth
But that does not make her a mother on the Earth
So much skirts even after birth the pain still hurts.

This one is for the older brother
Memories of long ago no father no mother...

Where did they go
In hiding from what I do not know

The negative stories the imbalance of their skills
A mother I called to please a will in honoring of all their bills
No breasts to rest our heads... no arms to warm the chills

Once or twice a year she passed through with gifts and offerings
On Sundays and Tuesdays he came from a meal or to beat us at will

No over-standing of the scars they created...
No acceptance of abandoning their children... a denial of their ill wills
Wow I still have love after so much misgivings

The absence of currency cause the absence of she
Money it seems... is the key

I wish I had the memories of such life
I wish I could say my mother is my best friend
I am as much a stranger from a dark womb
As the one I meet on the street

A father to encourage me thats another dream
The mistakes I made led to the experiences of abuse
Once my life flashed before my face

In her hand was pressure pot that knocked me away
From television I learnt not education
But participation in self-study-ration

Animals in nature have a mother and father
As a child I only had a brother

Don’t take it personal
So much shit but that should not bother we
Don’t take it personal it just about the green
Many want us to forget about slavery
No plans for repatriation of their evil on the oldest nation
So much wicked intentions
Supreme ego and gift of manipulations
There is no intention of monetary compensations

So don’t take it personal
So much shit but that should not bother we
Mental captivity is the standard to be
The illusion of fantasy that’s the tool in controlling we

“White man” no like I
After you raped my mother
Killed my father
My little sister will never bare child
Yet you don’t like I

I should smile...
Cleaning your garbage
Your sewage I know inside
To prove self
I am required to walk miles

Coptic images show a different time
Icons of my ancestors you will deny
Governments fighting for high
as they drop many bombs from the sky

She is in the Nude
Behold such beauty anew this Goddess in forms of Divine view

I Lust on you because that’s what nature indented of us to do
Some men wish to act the fool

Queens of Lands and Nations
Once rulers your expression are in full view

Like the Phoenix
your flames in magnificent will once again bloom

Stepping from the womb
Mother of children like me and you, gifted ones expressing their views

As the wind sings the Ancient mystic of the Willow Tree
releasing the secrets through She

Stop & look
An ass assume nude expression is not Art
Without the creation of She

I ponder
Where
Would
These
Fools
Be without She...

You my baby you my love

You my life you the one I call wife

When I come home I want to come to you

When I am alone I want to be with you

You my baby you my love you my life

You the one I will call my wife

“I laugh I smile it’s better than crying”

Water running from my eyes
I just learn my Poetic Mother died
Lord why could you not spare a little more time?

Wicked ones them traveling in styles
But you take mi Mada before her time?

The happiness she bring cause plenty to sing

Living in Holland doing my thing
Waiting for the day when both of us would sing
Mama I'll continue to teach your styles
Of how Jamaican dialect changing time

I just learn my Poetic Mother has died
I am far away still I must cry
Wicked ones them in fling

Some don't even know bout ring ding
Them selling reggae like dope

I have just learned that my Poetic Mother has died
Water running from my eyes no joke, no lie
A lady of refine, her life inspired millions to shine

Miss Lou

“I am on a detour of my dream, still i found some amazing gifts on this road to my happiness”

Some say forgive and forget but in the pattern of regress the pattern of evil redress

Little youth watch how you walk the land

Long run draw sweat while short cut draw blood

If you think it’s fun waiting in the mud is an evil bud

It was not so long ago these patterns remained an imprint of thought on what evil is...

Some sing forgive & let’s live

But their children growing up doing the same evil things

Walking the street with my eyes close but not too long

This vision is a sight most would never over-stand

In the spider web of men there are many chaos on the lands

This is madness of one so I am label a crazy man

My dear…

If I was a lonely child

Would you give me the sense of time

Either it be night or day

Oh precious dear

Would you share a smile along your way

A cheerful stare showing that you care

Don’t worry baby my time will come like the Nile I going to bust

When that time come the world will be under my flood

Watch and see it’s not a trust Like the Nile I going to bust

Spreading fertile dust a little knowledge some will want to fuss

I am a genius this I am in the encyclopedia there I am

I don’t not eat ham, dead flesh I don’t hold in my hands

I am a strict vegetarian walking the land it not about living long

We are born to die this is our destiny no why

The religious disguise I truly despise 

In a fraction of a Second Change Occurs

Imprint this Thought

As a Stranger goes by

See not with your Eyes

Closing your eyes

Will not make me go away

I am just another face to you

If you eat flesh you are a Murder

Just a member of the Crowd Called Human

Changes occur

Every Second

Every Minute

Every Hour

Every Day

Every...

Even in the thought of no time Change occurs

Some say I am Old

Some say I am Young

I am Both

I exist in everyone and everything

Thus when I covet for you

I also covet for me

The Art of Love

Is the Art of Life

The Age of Wisdom

Is the Art of Birth

Insights is the ability of existence

If you need to ask

question on this

Then it will take you

several life times

In-Order to perceive no answer

Be patient... swoosh...

I have moved On

A sad song to make me laugh

Cunning as a fox

Wise as an owl

Like you and me they

Too also get old

In a glance

Another one just went by

Ah...Yes...

Where was I without a friend

In a Distant Memory

You will become Me

Yes I am my brother’s keeper

Also My Sisters

My Mother

My Father

If I am not will you be

Anger is the wrath of ego...

So I smile

In the Consumption of flesh

One should ask...

Am I becoming a Demon

Or a Demon becoming Me

Death to the Infidels

So Many Orthodox cried

In the cycle of right & Wrong

Why...hehehehehehe

Enlightenment...

comes in Two Forms

Sadness and Happiness

Who are you

I am the same as you

A Mother without a father

Impossible...

Tao is my Mother

Then where is thy father...

Off to War

The Quickest way for tomorrow to come

Is to go to sleep today

Evil is the seeds of discourse

Evil is the action of Killings

Love me or Leave Me

Leave Me or Love Me

Love is Unconditional

Love is Hillary Clinton

So add no fractions & call it love

Once a Man and Twice a Child

Who came up with this silly rhyme

I am still a man and still a Child

If you harm me I will be sad

If you say nasty things

I might get mad

If you speak of happiness then... I say we are one

Beauty lies through the eyes of the beholder

Beauty is dictated by the mass of the media

Emptiness occurs in Malice

Should I trust a Shadow

After Dark

Mother Earth a balance of Light and Dark

Listen what you hear

And hear what you Listen

BC and AD

Are a fraction of the Concept and precept of Time

“No eggs, no milk, no cheese no animals or animal by products that's what it means to be a 100% vegan

Just like the, Hindu, Zen & Buddhist people

However, I don't follow any religion

My life is my religion

The Arts, Great Vegan Food & Beautiful Womb-Man”

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED DIVINE SOVEREIGN ANK JUSTICE STEADYSPEAR™©

Did you know an angel is a demon and a demon is an angel

Each on the path of salvation both are gifts of creation

How you feel and how you react is just in meditation

Homicide, infanticide, genocide, it's just us human kind

Chorus: Let me introduce you to the demon side

Oh baby you cried, you cried!, you cried!!, you cried!!!

You want to know why, let me introduce you to the demon side

You want to know why!, you want to know why!! oh baby you cried 

All over ghetto youths a suffer
Little youth grow up killing their brothers
Little youth raping them sisters
Some sell their souls just for a little gold

Some open wide only to lose their pride
All over ghetto youths a suffer
I have traveled the globe and seen
I have listened to silent of their screams

All over ghetto youths a suffer
Tears like rain but many don’t care
Some don’t want to know about the hour
Of how the ghetto youths a suffer

They make me laugh it’s a blast… crazy people they make me laugh it’s a blast

Crazy people… they insane trying to play their games while seeking fame

Some have no shame, I need to feed my family, my house needs to be lively

How can I do that if you bring no royalty, no financial security, you only sharing misery? 

The promise to a fool, bring it not to my stool otherwise you become a lyrical tool

I am nobody’s mule, for my wife and daughter I must insist on these rules

The currency brings food, clothing and affordable schools as well freedom to chose

Crazy people they make me laugh it’s a blast not anymore is it a task

I see the real mask the typecast the interchanging flasks with no sense on my fast

Abstaining from the mental stress I find it easier to do my best, so I praise a Goddess

Her Devine blessings can never be test, still some like to guess likewise beat their chest

Like a pest they projecting greatness until I say no you must first pay to get into my nest

I am living not in a free economy, everything is about money… my friend it’s not funny

I drink neither milk nor honey… eating flesh is very bloody so please don’t interrupt me

Disturbing me like the scent from a jackass, crazy people they make me laugh it’s a blast

Suffocating my start it seems some would love to stop my heart with their bringing farts

I am working hard to achieve stimulating my skills like the worker bee yet they can’t see

How harmful is their stupidity their negativity of seeking my creative time for free?

I don’t mind sharing once you establish sufficient caring on what it takes to be me

A Vegan lifestyle is not cheap so don’t come to me expecting a slumbering sheep

For a while I will act very meek with some giving treats so you may reveal your pleats

It’s a blast they making me laugh crazy people, for a penny some wish to travel first class

No sad stories of how you would bring me great glory bill collectors only want money

Again it’s not funny when my family is in debts because you refuse to pay me

You only want to abuse me seeking my creativity for free 

Ok then i ask you this... which you feels is better... the fruits you buy at the supermarket or the fruits you yourself picked from the trees?

[:Divine-Sovereign Great-Negro Ank Justice SteadySpear EI:]©®™