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Being a fan of Last Emp, his music has to mean something to you because it is, quite literally, a hidden treasure and if you want it, you have to seek it out. And not that Last Emp's the only artist you have to search for but, I hope we can all agree that his music takes us some place different than anyone elses'. So, if you consider yourself a student of The Last Emp, or an inhabitant of the Red Planet, if you will, then I encourage you to share with us how his music has inspired you to create something from the "Fabric of Life". If you have something you wrote or something you drew while Last Emp was flowing from your speakers and pumping through your veins, share it with us. This forum can be for anything that Emp has had direct influence on and I'll start another forum called 'The Fabric' for any and all forms of creativity. Let's tighten up the family a little bit by sharing the works of our imagination.


I'll set it off with a piece I wrote. The working title is 'The Statement'. I'm sure there's a better name for it out there, I just can't think of one. Maybe one of you could help with that.

The Statement

Some say they live a lie, I’ve lived over a million
I feel many kinds of pain, I lost count at a billion
I solve one problem, only to be presented with 10 others
But I have to keep on for the spirit of my brother
The world is on my shoulders and only one being helps with the weight
Her name is Hip-Hop but I wouldn’t call her an escape
No, she makes me strong, helps me face my fears
Showed me that my sorrows can’t be drowned in beer
Wine, rum, vodka, not even whiskey
Or any substance that’ll make this stray cat kinda frisky
And willing to flirt with temptation, damnation
All these things hinder my imagination
This, as I learned from a great wizard, is the fabric of life
Drug and alcohol abuse cut the fabric like a knife
And sewing it back together is a long recovery
But, free your mind and let your energy be channeled for discovery
By learning about the world you can learn about yourself
Find some hidden treasures and take your talents off the shelf
Use them to spread what I’ve come to call the Magic
We can’t let it disappear, I tell you that it’s tragic
To see children so anxious to grow up, blow up
And follow trends that make me want to throw up
I offered to tell a story and no one even showed up
Kids don’t enjoy their youth, they don’t stop to smell the roses
So I put the pen to paper because I know that I am chosen
To open people’s eyes and honor my mentors
If I am Heaven sent then Hip-Hop is who I am sent for
To show her true love and never disrespect
Never use her love just to get a check
It’s gonna take hard work, like all relationships
But, I’m willing to work because I have faith in it
Though not my first love, she’s the first to love me back
So I’ll defend her from the disease that we will call the wack
It’s everywhere I look, it captures people with its hooks
But this disease can be cured by the spells within my books
Created in the night time which is the right time
For me to write rhymes because it is a gold mine
That I work ‘til I exhaust the source
My pen burns energy from my life force
To power the engine that allows me to imagine nations
That, through my creation, experience liberation
From tyranny, the people hearin’ me, fakers fearin’ me
As I embrace Hip-hop, I make the shit stop
Like constipation, don’t let schooling interfere with education
So my major is communication with a concentration
In meditation, I’m unorthodox like holistic medication
I’ll never claim to be the best of M.C.’s but I have found the best of armies
Where you can really be all you can be without sellin’ your soul for a country
That’ll send you overseas then forget your name like the breeze
that tried to blow against a hurricane

-JG November 23, 2007