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Prophecy!

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P-R-O-F…
Naw, naw, naw,
Prophecy? Prophecy? Profit to see
See if our youth don’t come together in a sense of unity
And actually learn how the world turns
Then we can say goodbye to the ideology of having a Utopia society

But I would never call myself a prophet not because I make profit from telling prophecies
But possibly if you knew the man I use to be
Then you’d probably wouldn’t give no props to me

But I say GLORY be to the one I was to blind to see
For he help me survive to strive to learn the lessons of these streets
See I use to sell poison to my own people
Claiming I was trying my best to feed my people
But my people weren’t even my people
Because WE never, ever conceived each other as equal
I mean we were stuck on the principles of the principals,
Which were look after yourself before anybody else

And now our children are raised by You-tube and the Tell-lie-vision and have no knowledge or respect for self
And we have now become way to impulsive for our brain’s to convulse with
The ideology of knowledge being wealth

So those who don’t feel at home don’t do homework
And because parents can’t work things out
in school we don’t know how to do teamwork
And it’s sad to say but that’s how our society works
As repetition is your greatest teacher and it’s constantly teaching me
That I might now have any control over life but does life have a control over me?

As rent goes up along with the taxes
T4 slips and eviction notice passes
Weed Baggies, crack pipes, Heroin vales and Police Harassment (Abuse)
Fitteds, Dou-rag and lil boys with their pants down to their asses
It seems like everybody’s chillin’ as the end of time feels like it’s coming like molasses
But I’m trying to help ya’ll to see clearly but the screen-saver is foreshadowing my glasses
As if stopping the procrastination and going after this thing called education
Will be the only self-gratification through mental elevation
So now there’s no more negotiation for hallway passes
Because these are the school system where the reception never paid any attention
Because our parents could pay to attend in,
So we can’t afford to be skipping
any more classes

And this is not just a prophecy it’s the veracity for the masses.

Quentin Lindsay

Featured Poem:

Through the eyes of a child

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(So) I was peering through the eyes of a child for a while
For a while I was sympathizing
But instead of sympathizing, I started realizing

Realizing that you are peering through the eyes of truth
The eyes of truth attracting window shopping at the soul
The soul looking for a clue
A clue to what would possess a youth to go down such a route
A route that could lead to death
His early death his mother could have never expect

Expect that the good die young but the bad live old,
Old enough for your head to be pierce with a hole
A whole day’s wage is enough to make a whole dollar,
A whole dollar is enough to make ‘em stick kids holla’
So holla’ at a child with the strive to survive in his eyes
Cause in his eyes you either see the reflection of a gun, a book or a knife
A Knife to slice the lies that were told to us throughout life
Life will close your eyes,

Close your eyes and imagine yourself at the funeral in the rain
In the rain where hearts broken and spirits are trying to maintain
Maintain peering through the eyes of a child, can you sense that pain?

That pain some may over look
Over look the Young and feeble
Feeble and Hungry for knowledge will we let that brain become un-feed-able
Un-feed-able but not undefeatable because through the eyes of a child all things are possible
Possible that society impetus a child to become a man
But man, what does it mean to a man if he does not understand?
Understand what it means to be a child
A child, Jesus said we should be like
Like them because they are meek and mild
(See) Mild is not how you describe the aura of the streets
The Streets is the devil’s playground
The devil’s playground is where the Lion is looking for some meat

Meet the parents, who do not equip their children with knowledge as weaponry
Weaponry to be able to fight to achieve a dream
(See) Dreams that are not protected are fast to break
Fast to break to become breakfast in the harsh reality of society

Through the eyes of a child there are no boundaries
No boundaries in the eyes of a child he is a bird flying free
Free through the eyes of a child is a world full of fun
Fun that the stove is cold, tho’ the heat is on
(But) On television the price is right
Right to give the unprotected mind a surprise
Surprise that everything in life has a price
Price-less is the eyes of a child

See the eyes of a child will eventually become a man’s
(But) a man’s demands are to be able to look through the eyes of his own child
(And) His own child can then understand
Understand that opportunity is endless
(and) endless opportunity is what one should see
When peering through the eyes of a child
Because the eyes of a child at risk was once me

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Biography

Quentin “Vercetty” Lindsay is an artist who cares for and knows no boundaries when it comes to his artistic expression. His work includes painting, illustrations, mural works, photography, graphic design and spoken word poetry.
Thus far Quentin has had the opportunity to have his work viewed by well-known and respectable people, including international recording artist K’naan, Melanie Fiona, Kardinal Offishall, The Honorable Jean Augustine and Her Excellency the Right and Honorable Michaëlle Jean.
Believing that art can cause and influence social change Quentin’s artwork and poetry is mainly about uplifting and empowerment through progress and constructive change. Some of Quentin Vercetty’s aspirations are to travel and share his work with different cultures globally, which is how he believes the most artistic growth happens.

Quentin Lindsay

Biography

Quentin “Vercetty” Lindsay is an artist who cares for and knows no boundaries when it comes to his artistic expression. His work includes painting, illustrations, mural works, photography, graphic design and spoken word poetry.
Thus far Quentin has had the opportunity to have his work viewed by well-known and respectable people, including international recording artist K’naan, Melanie Fiona, Kardinal Offishall, The Honorable Jean Augustine and Her Excellency the Right and Honorable Michaëlle Jean.
Believing that art can cause and influence social change Quentin’s artwork and poetry is mainly about uplifting and empowerment through progress and constructive change. Some of Quentin Vercetty’s aspirations are to travel and share his work with different cultures globally, which is how he believes the most artistic growth happens.

Prophecy!

Enlarge poem

P-R-O-F…
Naw, naw, naw,
Prophecy? Prophecy? Profit to see
See if our youth don’t come together in a sense of unity
And actually learn how the world turns
Then we can say goodbye to the ideology of having a Utopia society

But I would never call myself a prophet not because I make profit from telling prophecies
But possibly if you knew the man I use to be
Then you’d probably wouldn’t give no props to me

But I say GLORY be to the one I was to blind to see
For he help me survive to strive to learn the lessons of these streets
See I use to sell poison to my own people
Claiming I was trying my best to feed my people
But my people weren’t even my people
Because WE never, ever conceived each other as equal
I mean we were stuck on the principles of the principals,
Which were look after yourself before anybody else

And now our children are raised by You-tube and the Tell-lie-vision and have no knowledge or respect for self
And we have now become way to impulsive for our brain’s to convulse with
The ideology of knowledge being wealth

So those who don’t feel at home don’t do homework
And because parents can’t work things out
in school we don’t know how to do teamwork
And it’s sad to say but that’s how our society works
As repetition is your greatest teacher and it’s constantly teaching me
That I might now have any control over life but does life have a control over me?

As rent goes up along with the taxes
T4 slips and eviction notice passes
Weed Baggies, crack pipes, Heroin vales and Police Harassment (Abuse)
Fitteds, Dou-rag and lil boys with their pants down to their asses
It seems like everybody’s chillin’ as the end of time feels like it’s coming like molasses
But I’m trying to help ya’ll to see clearly but the screen-saver is foreshadowing my glasses
As if stopping the procrastination and going after this thing called education
Will be the only self-gratification through mental elevation
So now there’s no more negotiation for hallway passes
Because these are the school system where the reception never paid any attention
Because our parents could pay to attend in,
So we can’t afford to be skipping
any more classes

And this is not just a prophecy it’s the veracity for the masses.

Featured Poem:

Through the eyes of a child

Enlarge poem

(So) I was peering through the eyes of a child for a while
For a while I was sympathizing
But instead of sympathizing, I started realizing

Realizing that you are peering through the eyes of truth
The eyes of truth attracting window shopping at the soul
The soul looking for a clue
A clue to what would possess a youth to go down such a route
A route that could lead to death
His early death his mother could have never expect

Expect that the good die young but the bad live old,
Old enough for your head to be pierce with a hole
A whole day’s wage is enough to make a whole dollar,
A whole dollar is enough to make ‘em stick kids holla’
So holla’ at a child with the strive to survive in his eyes
Cause in his eyes you either see the reflection of a gun, a book or a knife
A Knife to slice the lies that were told to us throughout life
Life will close your eyes,

Close your eyes and imagine yourself at the funeral in the rain
In the rain where hearts broken and spirits are trying to maintain
Maintain peering through the eyes of a child, can you sense that pain?

That pain some may over look
Over look the Young and feeble
Feeble and Hungry for knowledge will we let that brain become un-feed-able
Un-feed-able but not undefeatable because through the eyes of a child all things are possible
Possible that society impetus a child to become a man
But man, what does it mean to a man if he does not understand?
Understand what it means to be a child
A child, Jesus said we should be like
Like them because they are meek and mild
(See) Mild is not how you describe the aura of the streets
The Streets is the devil’s playground
The devil’s playground is where the Lion is looking for some meat

Meet the parents, who do not equip their children with knowledge as weaponry
Weaponry to be able to fight to achieve a dream
(See) Dreams that are not protected are fast to break
Fast to break to become breakfast in the harsh reality of society

Through the eyes of a child there are no boundaries
No boundaries in the eyes of a child he is a bird flying free
Free through the eyes of a child is a world full of fun
Fun that the stove is cold, tho’ the heat is on
(But) On television the price is right
Right to give the unprotected mind a surprise
Surprise that everything in life has a price
Price-less is the eyes of a child

See the eyes of a child will eventually become a man’s
(But) a man’s demands are to be able to look through the eyes of his own child
(And) His own child can then understand
Understand that opportunity is endless
(and) endless opportunity is what one should see
When peering through the eyes of a child
Because the eyes of a child at risk was once me

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Prophecy!

Enlarge poem

P-R-O-F…
Naw, naw, naw,
Prophecy? Prophecy? Profit to see
See if our youth don’t come together in a sense of unity
And actually learn how the world turns
Then we can say goodbye to the ideology of having a Utopia society

But I would never call myself a prophet not because I make profit from telling prophecies
But possibly if you knew the man I use to be
Then you’d probably wouldn’t give no props to me

But I say GLORY be to the one I was to blind to see
For he help me survive to strive to learn the lessons of these streets
See I use to sell poison to my own people
Claiming I was trying my best to feed my people
But my people weren’t even my people
Because WE never, ever conceived each other as equal
I mean we were stuck on the principles of the principals,
Which were look after yourself before anybody else

And now our children are raised by You-tube and the Tell-lie-vision and have no knowledge or respect for self
And we have now become way to impulsive for our brain’s to convulse with
The ideology of knowledge being wealth

So those who don’t feel at home don’t do homework
And because parents can’t work things out
in school we don’t know how to do teamwork
And it’s sad to say but that’s how our society works
As repetition is your greatest teacher and it’s constantly teaching me
That I might now have any control over life but does life have a control over me?

As rent goes up along with the taxes
T4 slips and eviction notice passes
Weed Baggies, crack pipes, Heroin vales and Police Harassment (Abuse)
Fitteds, Dou-rag and lil boys with their pants down to their asses
It seems like everybody’s chillin’ as the end of time feels like it’s coming like molasses
But I’m trying to help ya’ll to see clearly but the screen-saver is foreshadowing my glasses
As if stopping the procrastination and going after this thing called education
Will be the only self-gratification through mental elevation
So now there’s no more negotiation for hallway passes
Because these are the school system where the reception never paid any attention
Because our parents could pay to attend in,
So we can’t afford to be skipping
any more classes

And this is not just a prophecy it’s the veracity for the masses.

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