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The Sayer

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The travellers path, was perilous to average cats,
Carried a back pack which contained a double edged axe
He roamed through wastelands in the darkest of days
Where many had forsaken and even forgotten the way
He was from 1 of the five tribes who were given the truth
To preserve, through the art that they kicked as the proof
He drank from eternal streams, below the earth
Where water was clean, on the surface nothing was all that it seemed
Hordes of marauding warlords were out looking for wealth
A and R scouts found those who weren’t moving in stealth
Brainwashed, they were sent out to steal from their own
Using the sacred art, they wasted the ink for the poems
Took the blue pigment, mixed it with the blood of their victims
To make green which was worshipped in this time that they lived in
He had arisen for this mission to inspire the vision
Of small communities of people who still required the spitting
Of a Sayer, he was one of the last of the tribe
When he approached the people shouted that a master’s arrived
And they would bring out the boombap giving him the rhythm
To begin to spill out all the epics he had written
He spoke of history and the future interweaving
Words dancing on his tongue that would leave the people dreaming
Not in a sleep state but spiritually awakened
The future was theirs for the taking

And then he’d move on, before dawn couldn’t stay for too long
His job done when the ones he encountered grew strong
This was his calling, carving out kings from slaves
And he survived of their love and the gifts they gave
The world had seen many changes over the ages
Like it was dying, in his heart he was hoping to save it
They had known, the path had chosen him, when he was born
His heartbeat matched the drum he would later be speaking on
He had arrived on the planet in dangerous times
When masses were blinded by liars faking the rhyme
So began his journey, like the ancients known as the griots
He met imprisoned minds and he chanted rhymes to free those
Was long since he had met a clan of his peeps
But today he could hear a beatbox in the east
There were 6 masters in a circle and each
Spoke free, tapping into realm that they had breached
One man covered his mouth as he gave them the beat
He approached and said peace and he started to speak
The ancient ritual of the cypher was complete
Each were celebrated coz every style was unique
They lost track of time, it lasted 3 hours or more
But they were stronger now, replenished, not tired at all
After, they broke bread and went their separate ways
He roamed alone till the end of his days

Deck Spinners were rare in the land he was from
The 1st tribe kicked the art in its earliest form
He heard scratching and he knew that a masters at work
Then saw the tribe whose physical wasn’t attached to the earth
The Clan who gave an A class performance in accordance
With (the) rotating of the wax and the breaks in the recordings
Spun on their heads enough to turn the tables around
Sometimes they battled, with the iller crew taking the crown
Long before he had been told that the cities would fall
The only thing that would be left was the graffiti on walls
He met scribes who touched buildings with aerosol cans
Leaving visual poetry sharper than the arrows of man
Was heavens design, the way the colours swam in his mind
But these creations were vandalism to the blind
So his generation’s versions of Picasso were hunted
For leaving beauty marks where the ugliness what they wanted
When stars aligned, 5 from each tribe would collide
The dark side couldn’t survive through the vibe they’d provide
So he was watchful for the relevant time
When he’d represent his clan and let his element shine
He honed skills, roamed still, beyond hills, in worn heels
The wrong field if you wanted to know how home feels
Both feared and loved, an enigma to most
In parched lands, one man was a river of hope
THE SAYER

Synik

Featured Poem:

The awakening

Enlarge poem

The awakening…I’m opening closed eyes
Hoping at the end of my days I can say that I chose wise
The media stays spinning tales like old wives

But when your goals seeking truth, inside is where the road lies
I’m starting with questioning, beliefs that I’ve held
Like happiness is only found through increasing your wealth
See it’s the love for money that turns people to beasts
As long as war equals profits we aint seeing no peace
But I feel trapped, seeking freedoms like futility still
Coz I got to make cash to pay utility bills
It’s unfair from the start how the way the board is set
A man will play by your rules if you trap him in debt
That means I’d take a job and get minimum wage
Just to pay, for some things that I don’t need anyway
Consumerism is the prison and my people are caged
What fuels greed is the screen on which the image displays
Its brainwashing and they say it passively
Your life won’t be complete without the latest gadgetry
Don’t get me wrong, I aint saying that I don’t like nice things
But a child’s smile carries more joy than that ice brings
Aint no prosperity if nothing is left for posterity
Trying to find finite resources got them drafting war strategies
There’s more tragedies going on ignored
Got me wondering, what I should use my poetry for
Advertising products and getting endorsed
Perpetuating misconceptions about my people of course
Too many times I got to defend this art as my own
But if its borrowed stories in my poems then I’m only a clone
I bring it home to the streets where the people are strong
And the situations drove many breadwinners from homes
Raising kids over the phone, with western union codes
While small bricks of lack of touch steady grew into walls
We are soul survivors, its true coz I feel it
Came out the wombs of queens with entrepreneurial spirits
But I’m not just Zimbabwean I’m a global citizen
My pen drips the stories of the world they got me living in
Using company bandwidth downloading revolutions
Jasmine to Wall Street we all searching for solutions
Pain is the bastard child when the planet is raped
As we await for recognition of the Palestine state
Ima find a cause that gives strength to my voice
With 7 billion books to read ignorance is a choice
When I was younger, I studied to acquire a paper
The University of Life gives a qualification that’s greater
Like learning to love and showing creation respect
In each clay vessel something amazing is kept
I’m tracing the steps of those who sought a higher cause
Fought noble wars, and with the side effect of inspired souls
From the child who dreamt and became the leader who rose
To the small shaking voice that left evil exposed
To those who sought justice for every person
And in the face of mad oppression stayed fervently searching
For a truth that unifies instead of divides
It’s you who decides whether you’ll be remembered in life
By the stories you inspired, and the smiles that you midwifed
Eternity is going to be crafted by how you live life
Which is the reason why I am trying to awaken
Learning without ceasing, in season inspire a nation
Or just a single soul, their story may be greater than mine
But they may reach their destination, coz I stand as a sign
In my hands I only have the time I was given
But I am glad to say; now I am finally living
Finding a reason to stretch my imagination, shaping
My legacy, so my kids are content with the world that I gave them
So I am careful what I’m taking in, this world make you hate your skin
There’s grace in every day you’re in, this is my awakening
At you pace, it’s not a race to win, so even when you face the wind
Find grace in very day you’re in, may this be your awakening

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Biography

Synik is a hiphop and spoken word artist from the vibrant streets of Zimbabwe’s capital, Harare. The lyrically dexterous MC is one of the most exciting young artists in Zimbabwe right now. Thriving on versatility, Synik switches easily from cleverly crafted soulful hiphop joints to hardhitting lyrical raps and spoken word pieces. A gifted rhyme – storyteller Synik is known for weaving words to create visual poetic pieces. The ever growing artist recently picked up guitar playing and has incorporated acoustic guitar to his performances. He prefers to use his close relationship with words to influence positive change and inspire people, seeking to ‘write songs to right wrongs’. Affiliated with Zimbabwe’s cultural activist movement, Synik understands that art should be used to address society’s ills and he aims to do more than merely entertain with his work. Influenced a lot by conscious hiphop and neosoul music, the artists lyrics are mainly an expression of what the he encounters in life.

“The soul of Harare’s conscious Hip Hop is in the safe hands of a small group of rappers. Among them is Synik who brings some positive and thoughtful messages at a time when just about every cheap African rapper is claiming a million haters and self-stamping themselves as “King of Swag”. (the peoples hub).While in high school a young Synik started putting his thoughts into raps in his school note books having been a fan of hiphop since he got introduced to the culture in his childhood. His high school had a large community of people who were also drawn to hiphop as an art-form. He was briefly part of Bulawayo based underground outfit, Encrypted Minds in 2001. The moniker is a remnant of this phase in his growth when he was influenced by hardcore underground hiphop. He started recording late 2003 in Harare, a period where he worked with the Phranchyze members Phlow and BC. His first release was an EP (The Beta Version 2008) which highlighted Synik’s storytelling skills and lyrical prowess. The EP has been labelled a street classic by some and it earned Synik respect in Zimbabwe’s hiphop community. He also released a single (God within/Find a way 2010) which revealed a more soulful Synik. He has featured on numerous projects including the African hip-hop mixtape 2, as well as collaborations with numerous Zimbabwean and African acts (Nigeria, South Africa, Zambia, Kenya).

His performing career developed when he got into Harare’s lively spoken word/hiphop scene. He would soon become one of the most regular hiphop and spoken word performers at events such as Mashoko, The Circle, Chimoto Poetry Slams (Alliance Francaise), and the Acoustic Nights (Zimbabwe German Society). In 2010 as part of Poeticause he was involved in the Theatrical/ Poetry production ’Prisms’ with fellow poets Blackpearl, Nebila, Flowchild and Aerosol. Some of his notable performances were at The 2010 Bulawayo edition of the Zimbabwe Social Forum, The One Day Hiphop Festival (Alliance Francaise), 2011 Independence Day Concert (with the hiphop band, the Monkeynuts), The Republic of Pungwe Launch and The Shoko International Hip Hop festival. If he is not on stage Synik can be easily spotted throwing rhymes in a cipher on Harare’s streets.With a number of projects scheduled to come in the near future Synik is set to continue making waves in Zimbabwean hiphop and beyond.

Synik

Biography

Synik is a hiphop and spoken word artist from the vibrant streets of Zimbabwe’s capital, Harare. The lyrically dexterous MC is one of the most exciting young artists in Zimbabwe right now. Thriving on versatility, Synik switches easily from cleverly crafted soulful hiphop joints to hardhitting lyrical raps and spoken word pieces. A gifted rhyme – storyteller Synik is known for weaving words to create visual poetic pieces. The ever growing artist recently picked up guitar playing and has incorporated acoustic guitar to his performances. He prefers to use his close relationship with words to influence positive change and inspire people, seeking to ‘write songs to right wrongs’. Affiliated with Zimbabwe’s cultural activist movement, Synik understands that art should be used to address society’s ills and he aims to do more than merely entertain with his work. Influenced a lot by conscious hiphop and neosoul music, the artists lyrics are mainly an expression of what the he encounters in life.

“The soul of Harare’s conscious Hip Hop is in the safe hands of a small group of rappers. Among them is Synik who brings some positive and thoughtful messages at a time when just about every cheap African rapper is claiming a million haters and self-stamping themselves as “King of Swag”. (the peoples hub).While in high school a young Synik started putting his thoughts into raps in his school note books having been a fan of hiphop since he got introduced to the culture in his childhood. His high school had a large community of people who were also drawn to hiphop as an art-form. He was briefly part of Bulawayo based underground outfit, Encrypted Minds in 2001. The moniker is a remnant of this phase in his growth when he was influenced by hardcore underground hiphop. He started recording late 2003 in Harare, a period where he worked with the Phranchyze members Phlow and BC. His first release was an EP (The Beta Version 2008) which highlighted Synik’s storytelling skills and lyrical prowess. The EP has been labelled a street classic by some and it earned Synik respect in Zimbabwe’s hiphop community. He also released a single (God within/Find a way 2010) which revealed a more soulful Synik. He has featured on numerous projects including the African hip-hop mixtape 2, as well as collaborations with numerous Zimbabwean and African acts (Nigeria, South Africa, Zambia, Kenya).

His performing career developed when he got into Harare’s lively spoken word/hiphop scene. He would soon become one of the most regular hiphop and spoken word performers at events such as Mashoko, The Circle, Chimoto Poetry Slams (Alliance Francaise), and the Acoustic Nights (Zimbabwe German Society). In 2010 as part of Poeticause he was involved in the Theatrical/ Poetry production ’Prisms’ with fellow poets Blackpearl, Nebila, Flowchild and Aerosol. Some of his notable performances were at The 2010 Bulawayo edition of the Zimbabwe Social Forum, The One Day Hiphop Festival (Alliance Francaise), 2011 Independence Day Concert (with the hiphop band, the Monkeynuts), The Republic of Pungwe Launch and The Shoko International Hip Hop festival. If he is not on stage Synik can be easily spotted throwing rhymes in a cipher on Harare’s streets.With a number of projects scheduled to come in the near future Synik is set to continue making waves in Zimbabwean hiphop and beyond.

The Sayer

Enlarge poem

The travellers path, was perilous to average cats,
Carried a back pack which contained a double edged axe
He roamed through wastelands in the darkest of days
Where many had forsaken and even forgotten the way
He was from 1 of the five tribes who were given the truth
To preserve, through the art that they kicked as the proof
He drank from eternal streams, below the earth
Where water was clean, on the surface nothing was all that it seemed
Hordes of marauding warlords were out looking for wealth
A and R scouts found those who weren’t moving in stealth
Brainwashed, they were sent out to steal from their own
Using the sacred art, they wasted the ink for the poems
Took the blue pigment, mixed it with the blood of their victims
To make green which was worshipped in this time that they lived in
He had arisen for this mission to inspire the vision
Of small communities of people who still required the spitting
Of a Sayer, he was one of the last of the tribe
When he approached the people shouted that a master’s arrived
And they would bring out the boombap giving him the rhythm
To begin to spill out all the epics he had written
He spoke of history and the future interweaving
Words dancing on his tongue that would leave the people dreaming
Not in a sleep state but spiritually awakened
The future was theirs for the taking

And then he’d move on, before dawn couldn’t stay for too long
His job done when the ones he encountered grew strong
This was his calling, carving out kings from slaves
And he survived of their love and the gifts they gave
The world had seen many changes over the ages
Like it was dying, in his heart he was hoping to save it
They had known, the path had chosen him, when he was born
His heartbeat matched the drum he would later be speaking on
He had arrived on the planet in dangerous times
When masses were blinded by liars faking the rhyme
So began his journey, like the ancients known as the griots
He met imprisoned minds and he chanted rhymes to free those
Was long since he had met a clan of his peeps
But today he could hear a beatbox in the east
There were 6 masters in a circle and each
Spoke free, tapping into realm that they had breached
One man covered his mouth as he gave them the beat
He approached and said peace and he started to speak
The ancient ritual of the cypher was complete
Each were celebrated coz every style was unique
They lost track of time, it lasted 3 hours or more
But they were stronger now, replenished, not tired at all
After, they broke bread and went their separate ways
He roamed alone till the end of his days

Deck Spinners were rare in the land he was from
The 1st tribe kicked the art in its earliest form
He heard scratching and he knew that a masters at work
Then saw the tribe whose physical wasn’t attached to the earth
The Clan who gave an A class performance in accordance
With (the) rotating of the wax and the breaks in the recordings
Spun on their heads enough to turn the tables around
Sometimes they battled, with the iller crew taking the crown
Long before he had been told that the cities would fall
The only thing that would be left was the graffiti on walls
He met scribes who touched buildings with aerosol cans
Leaving visual poetry sharper than the arrows of man
Was heavens design, the way the colours swam in his mind
But these creations were vandalism to the blind
So his generation’s versions of Picasso were hunted
For leaving beauty marks where the ugliness what they wanted
When stars aligned, 5 from each tribe would collide
The dark side couldn’t survive through the vibe they’d provide
So he was watchful for the relevant time
When he’d represent his clan and let his element shine
He honed skills, roamed still, beyond hills, in worn heels
The wrong field if you wanted to know how home feels
Both feared and loved, an enigma to most
In parched lands, one man was a river of hope
THE SAYER

Featured Poem:

The awakening

Enlarge poem

The awakening…I’m opening closed eyes
Hoping at the end of my days I can say that I chose wise
The media stays spinning tales like old wives

But when your goals seeking truth, inside is where the road lies
I’m starting with questioning, beliefs that I’ve held
Like happiness is only found through increasing your wealth
See it’s the love for money that turns people to beasts
As long as war equals profits we aint seeing no peace
But I feel trapped, seeking freedoms like futility still
Coz I got to make cash to pay utility bills
It’s unfair from the start how the way the board is set
A man will play by your rules if you trap him in debt
That means I’d take a job and get minimum wage
Just to pay, for some things that I don’t need anyway
Consumerism is the prison and my people are caged
What fuels greed is the screen on which the image displays
Its brainwashing and they say it passively
Your life won’t be complete without the latest gadgetry
Don’t get me wrong, I aint saying that I don’t like nice things
But a child’s smile carries more joy than that ice brings
Aint no prosperity if nothing is left for posterity
Trying to find finite resources got them drafting war strategies
There’s more tragedies going on ignored
Got me wondering, what I should use my poetry for
Advertising products and getting endorsed
Perpetuating misconceptions about my people of course
Too many times I got to defend this art as my own
But if its borrowed stories in my poems then I’m only a clone
I bring it home to the streets where the people are strong
And the situations drove many breadwinners from homes
Raising kids over the phone, with western union codes
While small bricks of lack of touch steady grew into walls
We are soul survivors, its true coz I feel it
Came out the wombs of queens with entrepreneurial spirits
But I’m not just Zimbabwean I’m a global citizen
My pen drips the stories of the world they got me living in
Using company bandwidth downloading revolutions
Jasmine to Wall Street we all searching for solutions
Pain is the bastard child when the planet is raped
As we await for recognition of the Palestine state
Ima find a cause that gives strength to my voice
With 7 billion books to read ignorance is a choice
When I was younger, I studied to acquire a paper
The University of Life gives a qualification that’s greater
Like learning to love and showing creation respect
In each clay vessel something amazing is kept
I’m tracing the steps of those who sought a higher cause
Fought noble wars, and with the side effect of inspired souls
From the child who dreamt and became the leader who rose
To the small shaking voice that left evil exposed
To those who sought justice for every person
And in the face of mad oppression stayed fervently searching
For a truth that unifies instead of divides
It’s you who decides whether you’ll be remembered in life
By the stories you inspired, and the smiles that you midwifed
Eternity is going to be crafted by how you live life
Which is the reason why I am trying to awaken
Learning without ceasing, in season inspire a nation
Or just a single soul, their story may be greater than mine
But they may reach their destination, coz I stand as a sign
In my hands I only have the time I was given
But I am glad to say; now I am finally living
Finding a reason to stretch my imagination, shaping
My legacy, so my kids are content with the world that I gave them
So I am careful what I’m taking in, this world make you hate your skin
There’s grace in every day you’re in, this is my awakening
At you pace, it’s not a race to win, so even when you face the wind
Find grace in very day you’re in, may this be your awakening

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (3)
  • Optimism (3)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (7)
  • Reflection (4)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (2)
  • Amusement (2)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (2)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (0)

The Sayer

Enlarge poem

The travellers path, was perilous to average cats,
Carried a back pack which contained a double edged axe
He roamed through wastelands in the darkest of days
Where many had forsaken and even forgotten the way
He was from 1 of the five tribes who were given the truth
To preserve, through the art that they kicked as the proof
He drank from eternal streams, below the earth
Where water was clean, on the surface nothing was all that it seemed
Hordes of marauding warlords were out looking for wealth
A and R scouts found those who weren’t moving in stealth
Brainwashed, they were sent out to steal from their own
Using the sacred art, they wasted the ink for the poems
Took the blue pigment, mixed it with the blood of their victims
To make green which was worshipped in this time that they lived in
He had arisen for this mission to inspire the vision
Of small communities of people who still required the spitting
Of a Sayer, he was one of the last of the tribe
When he approached the people shouted that a master’s arrived
And they would bring out the boombap giving him the rhythm
To begin to spill out all the epics he had written
He spoke of history and the future interweaving
Words dancing on his tongue that would leave the people dreaming
Not in a sleep state but spiritually awakened
The future was theirs for the taking

And then he’d move on, before dawn couldn’t stay for too long
His job done when the ones he encountered grew strong
This was his calling, carving out kings from slaves
And he survived of their love and the gifts they gave
The world had seen many changes over the ages
Like it was dying, in his heart he was hoping to save it
They had known, the path had chosen him, when he was born
His heartbeat matched the drum he would later be speaking on
He had arrived on the planet in dangerous times
When masses were blinded by liars faking the rhyme
So began his journey, like the ancients known as the griots
He met imprisoned minds and he chanted rhymes to free those
Was long since he had met a clan of his peeps
But today he could hear a beatbox in the east
There were 6 masters in a circle and each
Spoke free, tapping into realm that they had breached
One man covered his mouth as he gave them the beat
He approached and said peace and he started to speak
The ancient ritual of the cypher was complete
Each were celebrated coz every style was unique
They lost track of time, it lasted 3 hours or more
But they were stronger now, replenished, not tired at all
After, they broke bread and went their separate ways
He roamed alone till the end of his days

Deck Spinners were rare in the land he was from
The 1st tribe kicked the art in its earliest form
He heard scratching and he knew that a masters at work
Then saw the tribe whose physical wasn’t attached to the earth
The Clan who gave an A class performance in accordance
With (the) rotating of the wax and the breaks in the recordings
Spun on their heads enough to turn the tables around
Sometimes they battled, with the iller crew taking the crown
Long before he had been told that the cities would fall
The only thing that would be left was the graffiti on walls
He met scribes who touched buildings with aerosol cans
Leaving visual poetry sharper than the arrows of man
Was heavens design, the way the colours swam in his mind
But these creations were vandalism to the blind
So his generation’s versions of Picasso were hunted
For leaving beauty marks where the ugliness what they wanted
When stars aligned, 5 from each tribe would collide
The dark side couldn’t survive through the vibe they’d provide
So he was watchful for the relevant time
When he’d represent his clan and let his element shine
He honed skills, roamed still, beyond hills, in worn heels
The wrong field if you wanted to know how home feels
Both feared and loved, an enigma to most
In parched lands, one man was a river of hope
THE SAYER

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