High Society Hill (Anthem)

I think It’s about time I take my place amongst the elite…the Young Hov’s…the T.I’s…and the Snoop D-O Double G’s….the Denzel’s…the Lil Weezy’s…the Ne-Yo’s…and the Kanyeezys….transitional period is easy…if you born with it….we was born winning….bad boys like Diddy….we was born sinning…and that’s not to exclude all the divas out there…I see you out there…from all the true fans disguised as haters…who really wanna be you out there…I know you see them out there…but for this ego trip….leave’em out there…..indeed…nobody has swagga like us…pride precedes every fall….but nobody are braggas like us…. no tree on this earth can overshadow our egos….a faction full of number one’s…no sequels …you be hot…cuz we cold…so much so…that we froze….the society chooses us….we just cool enough to make it look like…we chose…we are more than the typical talk and live it…we are literally walking exhibits….a living testament to everyone that is…products of envy…for everyone who isn’t….u get it…even if you can’t get in…every puzzle comes in pieces…but for this one…u don’t fit in…this is a top-notched flock of fly folk….we no joke…allergic from low-altitudes…and foreigners to the usual…. you can tell by the way we walk….we ain’t from round here…..prolly couldn’t tell…cause we ain’t walking nowhere….and even if we did…its only because we so choose…living a flash life….is a fast life….but for now the control’s on cruise…disrespecting the speed limit…yea that be us….2 miles an hour….so everybody see’s us..and whenever…if ever we park it….it’s a non-stop award show….we always red carpet…we pre-programmed to walk it…and run this way…on our everyday runway….from the glamorous nightlife…to the morning sun-rays….bright enough to put the sun on Vay-K…..where if being fly is a crime…then crime pays ….high society….a place where the biggest mistake you could make….is thinking that having money is what makes this place great…you need more than a black card….or just a personal validity…of cool-credibility….we don’t act hard…we go hard….and that’s no fraud…you peeped it??... it's a high society….but it damn sure aint secret….trust aint the only thing we ask….you betta add a ritual of shopping bags and popping tags….if you gon reside here…you better be fly here…or get evicted ….without warning....it’s evident…I’m a resident…soon to be president….from the stores that I’ve been in…from my head to the floor…I set trends…judging from the rare form that I’m in….and since I’m born to set them…..while you on to the next one…we off to the next ten…its crazy…but our vanity is pure insanity…apparent in our appearances….our confidence…our arrogance…its prolly best to keep clear of us…our pompous nature is contagious…our demeanor…is blatant ….attitude …flagrant …conceited???....yea we be it…and you hate it…but we love it…so what of it???…in our self-made secret lairs…in the air…its definitely no haters up here…to be mistaken as a normality…is the only thing that we fear…which is exactly why we steer clear…we pay respects like a shrine…if we come across another of our kind….there’s no hate….only admiration…for the proof that there’s yet another version of great… where no one person is better than another….but when unified…we best all others…we left all others….haters clash….we mesh….all brothas…our lows…are all-time highs….for others….we should prolly find rubbers…cause we coming y’all….and if you doubt it all….than we coming raw…so whatchu running for…we don’t need to catch u….when we’re already past you…so try to keep-up…so fresh…so clean…we don’t even leave dust…we so us…we so cool…you’re so you…and that’s so cruel…but we so rule…organized…like a syndicate…of self-confidence….joining…is no-no…or better yet…a no-go… there is no memberships…so remember this…if you’re wondering how to signup….a walk down the block and around the corner is where u line up….we VIP listers…known as the get-richers…we in here looking like we belong…so far gone from …u non-belongers aka “the get-goners”…here’s to the always on’s…..you off-n-on-ers….style is effortless…with no days off for peat-sake…they buying fly time…so they swag is prepaid….as for us….there’s nothing like us within in a world-wide radius…and since no one word can describe us….we often come with an alias…Taylor-Made…for the proud owners…of our multiple personas… as for me…there’s none better…I’m so fly and so cocky….I’m prolly better off with feathers…I’m smooth… “leather”…..haters getting tight…like they don’t know what else to do…it doesn’t faze me…aura lazy…like…“what else is new”…they say I’m faking…they’re mistaken…they just don’t know this type of real…forever Syncere…but for now…call me Mr. Society Hill…I got that uphill hill is where I chill…brand new type of feel…that everybody watching me… YouTube type of feel….that “too sexy for myself”…on X…type of feel… that…. see it…and u still can’t believe it….type of deals…no need to check my status…cause they say I’m out this stratus…Michael J…was bad….we’re the baddest….if you just got it…we done trashed it…get Khaled to sum it up….cause we are simply the best…so if you’re not one of us…then you are simply the rest - Syncere

Inspired by: Jada H

Dedicated to: Myself.....and all with whom it applies to

Topic of Discussion

What’s the topic…man I don’t know…at times I wonder what I’m talking for…playing tag with the words that as of right now…seem to evade me…and yet I still chase them playfully…I’d rather forfeit and let them have their way with me…that’s perfectly ok with me….and to a listener…this might come off as me rambling…egging myself on to bring forth the right words…but nothing's coming over-easy…so I find myself scrambling…before my heart and my nerve take a never-ending trip away from my mind….I’m kinda nervous… but fuck it….I figure you’ll either hate it or you’ll love it….like your favorite recipe…a dash of uncertainty….a sprinkle of sincerity…adjust the time and maybe you’ll have a better me…with a name like Syncere….there’s no such thing as a sincerer  me…..but people use these words so sparingly…so forgive my hesitance….preferring now more than ever…since this isn’t something I’d prefer to be resting wit…or sleeping wit…but if I did…I pray to keep the same thoughts that I went to sleep…dreaming  wit…maybe then I could find the words to say…thankful god has given me another shot at this thing called life….and so I wake…and so I pray…I pray for you…I pray for me…lol…its funny cuz I should be praying for courage…having the nerve to say…what I hope u already  see…but somehow…u find it insufficient…where u find simplicity…I find indifference…thinking that showing is better than telling…buying is better than selling…heaven is better than hell-in its literal sense…I’m literally saying that this feeling is heaven-sent…and if I died today…these are the same feelings I’d fly to heaven wit…and ask God for a second chance…cause I ain't waiting….and if he refuse me…I’d tickle the thought of aligning myself wit Satan…nah I’m just playing…but understand my logic…this is too hot a topic for my mind to drop it…..though something in my mind is telling me to stop it….at war with my heart….as I notice my wave of emotion….as my first instincts are daring me to ride it….or ride with it…the conclusion hasn’t come to fruition…but our future seems prolific…..the only catch is you too…have to be with it…cuz what’s a me with no you….a woman…wit no man….a window...no view...a sea…with no land….a song wit no hook…a crime….no crook….a….         you see what I’m saying???....I’m only half of what I am….without your presence…its crazy cuz the topic of discussion….is the one….I’m having problems with discussing…you’re not just the one….you’re the woman that I’m wanting…the woman I admire….the woman I desire…the woman I aspire…to be next to…it goes without saying that you're special…but have you noticed???...my sort of Ali-like shuffle…as I dance around a subject so direct….I watch you over there sitting….like a volunteer at a sit-in….but I’m certain that there’s nothing to protest….I guess…..there’s nothing to contest….and with that said...I confess…even better yet…..I profess…..that..…”I Love you” - Syncere

Untitled

I wonder why....I sit and cry/
Wish I could share all my tears/
I'm down and out..I'll keep it moving/ 
And try to get out/
I don't know how to move on/
Where I went wrong/ 
Wish I could live with no fears/
I'm so down and out...I'll keep on moving/
And try to get out/
Somehow...../ 
Diary - Wale ft. Marsha Ambrosius

How do you want me?

May I ask…I choose to let go…from which something you choose the grasp

If it’s your idea of a test…there’s no possible way to pass

If the resentment in your heart towards me…preserves to last

You choose to tell me…how I feel about the past

But unless you’re in my head….how dare you walk that path

You don’t know how many times…I sat sleepless in my bed

And how that same bad decision…torments me in my head

But what can I do?

Nothing I say will make it right

So I chose to find a way….to make it through the night

I don’t claim to know what you’re going through…but you choose to play the victim

Our misery is a sickness…but I choose to ignore the symptoms

Am I wrong…somehow I neglected to see the signs

I’m trying to press forward….but your thoughts are on rewind

You’re lashing out at me…as if it’s something I shouldn’t speak on

The fact that we defer…is the only thing that we agree on

And never would I fault you…for not being the same

But I choose to not dwell on…the things that I couldn’t change

As a man…I can only empathize with the pain that you have dealt with

And my apology wouldn’t help it…so in turn I remain helpless

So instead you take aim…I choose to take blame

How from crying could you refrain….if and still you feel the pain

Partly insane….against my will I feel the same

No part of my neo soul…would stop these bullets of my shame

And even now I’m left with questions from your intentions

If the smallest parts of your stomach turn…when my name is merely mentioned

If every whisper and glimpse of me…holds a level of discontent

Then why subject yourself to such anguish…by presenting yourself in my presence

I pray that God mends the wounds…that I myself wish I could

That any doctor should…and eventually time would

At least I hope so….

To be 100% honest I don’t know

So I jot down all the pain…that you claim I don’t show

In turn....your own emotions have divided and conquered your better being

Thus leaving me behind enemy lines…unable to find a new alliance worth believing

A new happiness worth receiving…blocked by your now sarcastic overtone

Possible reasons why…no matter who you align with…you still feel so alone

And the seclusion that you cling to...is only a temporary fix to a more serious problem

One that if not addressed…can continually fester without solving

If the negativity in your heart…finds an origin in me

Then I suggest you move on…though it may lack in simplicity

I say that realistically…if you can’t find solace in forgiving me

Then just maybe in forgetting me…your heart will find tranquility

I’ll let it live…if you let it be…I only pray for your peace of mind

And if our paths never again intertwine…I’ll settle for peace in mine

Your life….my love….your happiness to lose

My heart…your peace…no longer my choice….you choose -


Syncere




To Her:  to be honest i wish we ended on a better note...but i honestly don't know what else i can do...it seems like you wanna continue to beat me as well as yourself up about something that happened in the past...i swear on everything that i could change my decision that day but i cant...nor can you...so i find that dwelling on it...only makes you miserable...i pray that eventually you'll be able to look in the mirror without hating the person thats staring back at you...and i know thats easier said than done...but i truly pray that you find a way because if not you'll never be happy...alone...or with anybody else....it may seem like it doesn't bother me on the outside...but truthfully i fight with it everyday....but i can't nor will i let that dictate my future...instead i choose to take it as a lesson learned...and i pray that you'll one day be able to do the same...i would never ask you to forget that situation...because i don't think i ever will...i can even live with the fact that you cant forgive me...but i do hope you find it in your heart to forgive yourself....this world has too many haters already...so it doesn't help for you to hate yourself...i remember telling you to remove the negativity from your heart...and i truthfully mean that....even if its me....i don't wanna think like this...but if i'm the source of all your pain....than i suggest you cut me off...i never would want to have a negative effect on anybody especially you....in the end i just want you to be happy...with or without me in the picture...i still love you...and i always will - Syncere 

Dark N' Lovely

Everything that I am….I’ve had to be twice of who they are…..for everywhere they have been….I’ve had to travel twice as far…only to arrive at the same destination….twice as spent….jealousy???...never that….but excuse me while I vent….they look at me with a certain level of discontent…within their eyes…and so I walk…with an extra dose of swagger in my thighs…for them to lay witness…I should charge them a price….yea my switch game is mean….my shoe game…nice!....my hairs always right….while not long…its authentic…it’s a complement of my skin tone….and none of it is rented…so while the rest of the world is trying to imply…I’m insufficient….I move with grace…even making mistakes…as if I meant it…overwhelmed with confidence…there’s an assurance within my hue…being darker…has made me stronger…evident from what I’ve been through….my own personal hell…the hurdles I had to overcome…as many times as I’ve been grilled…if they were cooking…I’d be done….Still I Rise…like Maya Angelou…I’ve managed to get past it…yet this world seems to look at me…as if I come with an asterisk….phenomenal in every way… but fair skin….is what they prefer…as if mine…was somehow unfair…and bad luck has occurred….but “au contraire mon frère” …I am nobodies plan B….unless B stands for “Beautiful”….now to that…I’ll agree…they can play blind now…..but eventually they’ll see….I’m giving them no choice…cause I’m not changing for anybody…my demeanor has been designed for my own personal protection….cause no offense…but every Berry is not Halle’s complexion….yet and still….they haven’t noticed…while they were staring at my features…that if I’m that much darker….then I’m that much sweeter…I’m divine…sublime…like the sun…I WILL SHINE…their non-acceptance is like my shadow…I have left it all behind…my shade is just fine…I’ve already passed the test….this world’s a Neapolitan variety…I’ve just as much flavor as the rest…it’s sad….but society has a distorted version of clarity….if you’re not light…you’re not right…unless of course your charity….I’m not pretty…“for a dark girl”…..IM PRETTY….I’m a smart girl….I am no longer an addition…I’m a standard…this is “our” world…I’m a star…I’m a diva…exotic…a crowd- pleaser…a inspirer…an up-lifter…a message to all dark-skinned sisters…if this world has neglected you…shunned…and disrespected you….don’t get mad…get even…in a way that only you can do…simply smile within their ignorance…because for them it’s been the usual…recite these words exactly…start with…"I am beautiful…my words are Dark N’ Lovely….my curves are Dark N’ Lovely…you’re not only gonna see me…chances are....you’re gonna love me…no longer can you look at me…as if you haven’t heard of me…besides God himself….trust…there’s none above me….a sensual goddess by myself…but a perfect complement to any man…I am dark skin and loving it….Dark N’ Lovely…that I am" - Syncere

Dedicated to: Sherice, Kerri, Paula,  Kim, Kiara

Note: I wrote this poem off of the premise....that every one can get something out of it....it's not just meant for dark skin sisters...it's meant for anyone....who's been told they dont belong...are not wanted...or their not good enough...as someone else because of how they look...or who they are....no one should feel that they arent sufficient...compared to someone else...you shouldnt feel that you need to change something about yourself to be accepted by society....make them accept you for who you are....and if they refuse to...keep it moving without them...cause chances are...you don't need them anyway - Syncere

Broken Thoughts

Current thoughts coincide with the simple fact that I'm now human

Every thought processed on u...rivals the sanity I'm now losing

I thought love...only turned its back..on those that abused it

Evidently proven wrong...I find myself wondering why people would even choose it

Its a fixed game to lose...a contradiction to all the rules

No exemption from redemption...now I play the fool

How can two people agree to be...only to later never speak

Together 5 years strong....yet communication....ever so weak

As for myself...unsure...a tad bit insecure

My lost product of affection...unprepared for what's in-store

Wantin to know what for....closure that seems to evade me

Questions that should've been asked...answers that couldn't explain me

The only reason I remain me.....my surface..calm and collected

Inside feeling neglected.....those feelings...so unexpected

Unhealed remains the wounds...severed goes a broken heart

Tears over lost causes...unfamiliar to a joyous start

Yet from screaming I refrain...though unbearable the pain

Plagued by selfish thoughts...hoping you would feel the same

Wanting to move on...but time...stands still

Claiming to wait for no man...though for misery...it will

Optimistic...I should be....a new chapter can begin

Pessimistic I am thee....already proof-reading to the end

Lonely though not alone....straightforward emotions...now misguided

Wanting to dial the phone...opposite notions now one-sided

Repeatedly I deny it......relentless the assault

Multiple attackers...each agreeing…..I'm at fault

Mirrors that I break…done for my own protection

Not bi-polar....but tri-polar…three different reflections

Each with its own persona…each with its own opinion

None with the desired result…so to none…I pay attention

And none I bother to mention….our bond…already broken

A reaper of what I sowed….our fate…already woven

Our path already chosen….facts I now must face

That you…are no longer here…so no longer shall I chase

No longer shall I hurt….no longer shall it ache

If no longer you’ll remain…than no longer shall I wait

A new one…stands before me…someone who’s assured me

Plagued by your memory…though she somewhat…has cured me

Relieved that she’s endured me….no matter how hard the task

Then why can’t I accept her….”why?” oh “why?”….I ask

What am I afraid of….why can’t I let go

How can I say I love her…why can’t I fully show

If ever…will I know?.....never will I say

Though opportunity knocks…never will it stay

And never shall it may…you…I thank for such

Recycled are my thoughts… retracted is my trust

Resurrected are my demons….wondering if it will end

Insomniac…no longer dreaming….reality sets in

My heart somewhat divided…most....resides with you

So never could I give her…what I have given you

Damage already done…my wounds remaining open

My heart going untamed….my thoughts remaining…broken - Syncere


Note: i had a lot of thoughts in my head when i initially broke up with my ex....but i noticed that every time i thought about it....my thoughts and feelings never fully came out....instead they kind of crossed over each other....thats why at times this poem may seem like its all over the place....but thats because every thought i had in my head...was broken by another thought...hence the name "Broken Thoughts"...i tried to make it as straightforward as possible...because honestly the rough draft is really all over the place....nevertheless...hope you like! - Syncere

Coming Soon!!

Death of Me 2: Best of Me

The Hustle

ToKnight or Not ToKnight

Death of Me 3: Left of Me

Dark 'N Lovely

Pray

For every prayer… I pray that he can hear me…and no matter how much I digress…I pray that he walks near me….my visions often blurry…praying I see thee more clearly…at night I pray for better days….others look for a route to easy street…. I only pray for a better way….to give...to receive…to live….to be…me….appreciative of my syncerity….praying that I never change….but if I must…I pray karma brings me full circle…so I somehow remain the same….my friends think I'm too serious…they pray that I lighten up…I pray that they look deeper…or at least deep enough….enough to make contact…for more lies beyond the surface…that they’ve only begun to scratch…praying I can enlighten them…I only offer a piece of mind…Jesus once prayed for his enemies… I pray that I can one day pray for mine…I pray that I can one day forgive those who have forsaken me….for they may not know of what they’ve done…and to those who have yet to….I pray to make them irrelevant before they’ve even had a chance to begun…praying against thoughts of retaliation…praying for divine manifestation…my parallel unconsciousness praying for a defined revelation....I’ve never walked upon the sand…somehow I still managed to get stuck…there were no footprints to make note of…I know you’ve picked me up….and so I thank you for my joys…I pray upon my sorrows…life’s not promised….so I’ll pray…to pray tomorrow…praying that I minimize future mistakes…and in spite of my previous prayer…I’ll pray towards forgiveness…for those I’ll continue to make…currently my prayers reside with those affected lately…the sickly…the poor…and those affected in Haiti…praying for whom I don’t know…but whom may continue to struggle…I pray they continue to move forward no matter how much they continue to stumble…praying that they understand the difference between being intercepted… as to when they fumble….and even if they recover victoriously…I pray they remain humble….as I pray to do the same…never overlooking the fact that…..I too…have been blessed….though I will never grow content with the knowledge I possess…as well I shouldn’t…for the answers I seek transcends beyond the flesh….questions I promise to keep….until the arrival of my final breathe…until that day…I’ll try to grasp what remains out of my intellectual reach…..praying that what I choose to believe in…is actually worth my belief…praying to withhold faith in anything that stands against them…I could pray…but its beyond my comprehension…as to why they chose to torment him…was the price of his shortcomings…worth our humanly gain???...praying to see the bigger picture that as of right now I couldn’t frame…wanting to disagree...I refrain…though mentally outspoken I’ll pray to stay my tongue…victimized by verbal dyslexia…sometimes what I mean differentiates from the words that may come…and even so…I’m praying not to do so…if only to preserve someone’s feelings of defeat….knowing that if I deliver them constructively…they can later grow off of being critiqued…praying that in return truth is the only language that they’ll speak….if and when I turn towards them….questioning their feelings about me…and from there answers just maybe…I’ll find some sort of stability….a contradiction…as I pray to never look towards others for validity…and for that very reason…I remain extremely thankful for my mother….for helping me understand why I feel stronger alone than when I’m accompanied by others….praying to continue to stand alone…when the situation suites me…and that my uniqueness stands out…so that I no longer have to speak…for the quality to shine through me….I pray that one day…I am understood in my entirety…and if not…I pray that they do not judge…but rather admire me…knowing that I’ve coincided with my inner demons…not for camaraderie….but to take that which affects me the most….and use it to inspire me….to do better…although that same inspiration has driven me ever closer to the ledge…suicidal thoughts…but prayer has kept me from going over the edge…and though appearing to be alone…I’ve found a teammate with a higher meaning…praying that my emotionless demeanor …can be screened to portray my better being…although I am only what you made me…I’ve been given more than my fair share….praying to retain only what you gave me….knowing that for the rest I shouldn’t care….knowing those things will never last up…so I pray to subtract myself from situations….that at first glance…don’t seem to add up….cautious of what by your eyes…may be viewed a syn….praying for a birds-eye view…to notice what’s actually happening within…I have come to you now…I’ll return to you again….the devil is relentless…extremely desperate for a win….merciless his wrath….and so I’ll pray to no end…as so I pray that you understand…if I do not say “Amen” - Syncere