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Nowhere Fast – Nina Yin ; poetry reading, slam poetry.

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Going nowhere fast.

….

I’m going nowhere fast/my present my past,

walking barefoot miles on glass and burning coals,

I’m completely submurged but I’m yearning growth, Stuck in my youth

but my truths are endless; boundless.

Stuck in poverty surrounded by billions monopoly, tortured its sodomy,

oddly enough something is proud of me

Keep on pushing past my castrations and lacerations of life’s tolls…

so much to offer but to everyone I’m a burden,

I’m concerned for my future because I’m inflicted with pain / always against the grain, infinite struggle of trying to maintain

I’ve tried nine million nine to fives, nickel and dime lives, can’t get a trickle of a fine life, I wasn’t designed right so I rely on my despicable but inclined mind…

I’ll be fine right?

Just to catch a glimpse of a brighter tomorrow would lighten my sorrow/ ignite an emotion to put it in motion and feel it in my soul as deep as the ocean….

But practically I need to focus….

become the most observant person constantly yearnin’ to be learnin’ earnin’, the most deserving, serving people the substance of life; the light.

Nina

Hip Hop, Poetry, Wu Tang

Nina Yin – Hip Hop Slam Poetry. -We Unpredictable.

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I see through third eye, they say check the optometrist.

Blossoming seed, forever I am an optimist.

Inspire cause im inspired, by any and all mediums.

Acquire the gift and uplifting all my people with.

Artistic mystic, significantly shifting.

My wishlist is listed linguistics

I put the drank down and put this thang down.

I see clear as a vision no mystery in me now.

My mind is yin yang, the Sun Tzu art of war.

I’ve already won, pen over your sword

But I’m chilling on stand by samurai in the the darkness.

Rooftop of the projects, assembling an arsenal.

Student w no teacher, Witty unpredictable, resemblance self

until death I get deeper.

 

-Nina

Hip Hop, Love, Zen

XiaoYing. Nina Yin – Peace. —-Short Rap–!—- :)

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-Nina

Everybody want to be a “G” in the streets / Sometimes I just want to see, / Some “peace” in the streets.

Lay back with my peeps Talk peace talk, not street talk / no fear in the heart of the city where we walk.

Open Vancity skies.. To sunshine… / Ban the violence, so no need for onetime.

All we wanna do is have fun, / time for my crew to run wild. Have a truce with gangs / so the troops can hang.

Truth is a thing of pride.

Toss the colors aside and swing wide.

One Love.

Check it out.

One Love.

To the streets.

 

-Nina

Hip Hop, My Poetry, Poetry

Streets tell tales. Nina Yin Poetry.

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Tongue sharp as a sword/mighty switchblade ideology. Accordingly change/ Autumn leaves Socrates astrology autonomy.

Streets tell tales like warzones, torn homes,/ families with no hope instored most. I implore opening doors call me the host.

Pain, phame and egotism. Ace in the hole aim to kill / contradicting truth, it’s all fiction.

Smashing a Babylonian mold / sold back in many pieces, centuries to retrieve it. Eyes see demons no deceiving.

Chemical weaponry for my team, what I mean enlightening regime we dream Z’$ cream n peace.

Across water, borders, lawless / no control us behold us the lowest form of life is

all knowing…

 

Poetry

Nina Shade ( Nina Yin) Goodnightnina – Dreams / Every Night (Slam poetry over J Dilla)

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Lyrics:

Dreams….

I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing rivers and streams, painting graffiti on infinite trains.

My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so my vacation is paid up.

Tropical paradises on every turn. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.

I can fly if I want to and explore. I’m getting good, in fact I’m better than Peter pan. Taking off is tricky but I always land.

My dreams have music so I wake up singing with love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of.

My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Californi and Dubai put together. My subconscious really got her shit together.

I have nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been into horror flicks since I was a kid.

But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.

I dream.

Every.

Single.

Night.

I get lost in pitch black in my bed on a trip LSD couldn’t bring to light.

I get to live past futures; in surreal movements, clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.

But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.

How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,

Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.

What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?

I turn the light on.

I got the light, write before it’s gone.

Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.

-Nina