Category: S.


Rockstar Lifestyle

I don’t have the vocals of Jason Mraz. Nor the guitar playing abilities of John Mayer
But I have the heart of a struggling rapper and the determination of a side walk trumpet player.

I don’t have the lyricism of Mr. Weezy nor the production abilities of Mr. ‘Ye.
But I have the tears of a broken hearted poet and the imagination of a 5 yr old child laughing and smiling everyday.

I’m no pianist like Elton John nor can I take control of a sold out MSG crowd like Jay.
But I have the creativity of an up and coming painter and can spill my heart out like a 16 yr old high school girl who is nothing but cliche

I don’t have the dance moves of Michael Jackson or the word play of Eminem.
But I do have the everyday struggles of a college student and the love life I cannot comprehend

This is how I live my rock star wanna be N’Sync boy band member lifestyle. Spilling my guts to the fans of three artists and those that care about me the most and think of me as worthwhile.

This to is how I get my fame.

I get chills and feelings of a 17 yr old highschool senior at prom when I get more than a dozen views on threeartists.wordpress.com

This is my fifteen minutes of fame. This is my crack cocaine Mary Jane. This is my life. This is my swag. This my million dollar single so now lets pop some champagne.

Hate this love this. Get crazy and cause a raucous but I don’t give a ish.
I hate the fake and those that lie to try to get me to smile.
I ask for the truth and nothing more so don’t give me words that will cause me to snore.

I don’t need a life of cocaine filled tabloid fame. I don’t need a life filled with chromed out whips and ten bathrooms cause that is just a shame.

All I need is my words and that is my fame.

I don’t write for the millions but the few who know what the under lying message is, what the inside joke is, and those that are actually present for one of those ooo you had to be there moments, ya dig?

I don’t write for the millions but I write for the few. I don’t need my whips nor gadgets that I buy in twos but all I need are the few my heart can peace and dip to.

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The Adventurer Ponders…

The following poem is about a Camp I have been doing for the past 5 years. A camp for 6-13 year olds and means the world to me. Held through my religious center and had about 250 participants and about 110 counselors and staff. Enjoy!

Some people have painting
Some folks have running
Some cats have basketball
Some people like to look up a friend and make a call
But this is how I vent
This is my state of ferment
One continuous adventure in my life
You are the reason I do not go astray or commit strife
You are that MAGIC in my life that never dies
After God and family you are the biggest commitment that comes to mind
I dare not to disagree with the objectives you have set
Nor debate the philosophies that you preset
Cause I am a true believer of your MAGIC
I praise all you do right
Preach the change you can make and how you show people your light
I am a changed man cause of you
I never knew I was a leader before you
Never had the will power to come out and pour my heart before firm believers of you
I never thought I could be on the cover of a magazine sitting next to Oprah and the Queen
Give me the courage to deal with the nice and the mean
U gave me my best friend who has the smile that will make any man go senile
Watch me as my heart drops this freestyle
Gave me a family that I can lean on when I am not strong
There is no doubt in my mind that you will not lead me wrong
I look upon the stars and wish that airplanes were shooting stars
So I can wish that our relationship will never fall apart
I do not know what’s a goon to a goblin but without you I know I would not be steady mobbin
We say we got that magic in us that makes wanna say like OMG I’m so in love
Cause you are as special as Michael Jackson’s white glove
We stand as a brotherhood and strive to stay strong as one nation.
Determination
It does not take one individual but a new found family to complete all the work.
Teamwork
No family time no friends no non mosaicized life.
Sacrifice
We work together side by side in full confidence with no regrets.
Respect
Nights without sleep, hours without food but we raise up as a congregation.
Dedication
I look forward to the summers with you
Wallow in the fall cause I have no life without you
I promise to stay with you and be with you til the MAGIC in me has diminished
I would not count on that happening til my body gives up and is finished

Absence of feelings has cause this absence of art

I’m going to take this moment and appreciate a special woman in my heart

To me she is a woman with many names, Mommy and Yasmeen for example

I cannot think of a gift to give to you on this day that is ample

You have been there for me more than anyone in my life

Twenty years nine months… and counting

There has not been one day in my life where I don’t thank God for giving me a mother like you

You wake up every morning making sure sister and me aren’t blue

Dad gets mad but no father will understand the love of a mother

No man will understand that nine month connection between a child and his mother

You support, you love, you care, you believe

Believe that I will be something one day

Believe that no girl is good enough for me cause this heart is too special to be frayed by her

You are the one and only woman that will forever be in my heart

You are the one and only woman that I will forever be committed to

Words that spill from my mouth are not sufficient enough to show you my appreciation

But I hope this token of love will be something for you on this day for mothers.

A SPECIAL HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY FOR ALL THE THREEARTISTS MOMS! YOU GUYS KEEP US GOING AND YOUR SUPPORT MEANS THE WORLD TO US!!

Twenty years of life…

Twenty years of life and I still don’t know my identity
I am first generation Pakistani
I do not claim to be from the East Coast
I do not walk around with a Yankees hat or shop in SoHo
I do not rep the Bay
Nor do I drool when I see Kobe play
I was born and raised a Texan
Played outside of my house in a small suburb of Houston

Twenty years of life and I still don’t know my identity
I remember the days when I heard stories of my Muslim Brothers being bashed with profanity
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words… words will crush my soul
I don’t want to be judged by the color of my skin
I don’t want to sit and write about my hardships post 911
I don’t want to be scared that I will pulled aside to be checked one more time
Some days I look Muslim, some days I look Hispanic
If I stay here long enough without the sun I may end up looking Caucasian
Sometimes I am rejected here, sometimes accepted there
Sometimes I feel I am misunderstood
Sometimes I wish I can just not put down but stomp my foot

Twenty years of life and I still don’t know my identity
But to me I am an artist destined to write poetry
My mama raised a poet and that all there is to it
It’s hard for me to say these things that is why I type them out into cyberspace where I feel free
They always said good things come in threes
I sit and transform these emotions into .art files
All I need is my blackberry and I begin to freestyle
But the beat I rap to is not one Kanye nor Dre can mimic
These lines flow with the beat of my heart until the itch is gone and I have killed the tick
Sometimes I ignore the feeling but then I begin to lose my appetite and skip a meal
Sometimes I have to wait and read the lines I breathe to understand how I truly feel

Some say I am soft, I say I am sensitive
Some say I am weak, I say I have feelings
Some say I wear my heart on my sleeve, I say I have emotions
Some say I am lost, I say I have thoughts

Don’t judge me for what I am on the surface
Take a look at my writing and see how I cope
Take a moment and conduct your own scope
Take a look at my core and tell me what u see
Tell me u see the years I spent watching my sister hurt because one day a lady decided to fall asleep while driving a car
Take a look and see that nothing makes me more happy when I see my parents for the first time after a long semester
Take a look and see that those boys in Phi Psi are the family I would Rest In Peace for
I don’t want to leave this soil without understanding who I am
I stand with my converse kicks and tell you I am not a Pakistani Muslim or a first generation American poet
But yet I am all of these
My mama gave birth to your everyday Rumi
I thank my mama for letting me run free
She knew I was unique when I cried to sappy stories on ESPN 360
But I am loved for who I am
My true name is Shahneel Abdul Rehman Kanji
Sometimes called Shah and sometimes called Nancy
No wordsmith can describe the feeling I get when my mom calls me Shahnu
She is the only lady in my life that I want to be omnipresent cause she is my ma and I am her Babu
I am proud of my name and I don’t think I bring my name giver shame
But the love and warmth I get from hearing those nicknames…is worth more than having a stranger call me by my correct name

Identity Theft…(v.1)

First generation Pakistani
Grew up to live as a Muslim to put it in more correct terms Muslimani
I do not claim to be from the East
I do not claim to wear a Yankees hat better than my brother Chi
I do not rep the Bay
Nor do I drool when I see Kobe play
I was born and raised a Texan
Played outside of my house in a small suburb of Houston
I would say that the words that flowed from my mouth represented my identity
But to me I am an artist destined to write poetry
They always said good things come in threes
I sit and transform these emotions to .art files
All I need is my blackberry and I begin to freestyle
But the beat I rap to is not one Kanye or Dre can mimic
These lines flow with the beat of my heart until the itch is gone and I have killed the tick
Sometimes I ignore the feeling but then I begin to lose my appetite and skip a meal
Sometimes I have to wait and read the lines I breathe to understand how I truly feel



Rookie Shots



Two Knees…

Maximum Capacity…

The maximum capacity for this heart is one

Tell me which girl I will get and make this complete and done

I’m not one to break codes and violate the law

My heart has passed all the tests and has no flaws

One day I wake up and expect you to be this person and I end up getting that person

My mom always said, “Find a girl that will fill every inch of your heart son”

Tell me why I put you in there than I end up getting this unknown figure who you can’t bring along

You know which girl I want and it was written that we belong

This side of you I cannot take

You walk the halls and act fake

The side I want is true

I want that girl who turns the gray skies into blue

I don’t want the Fire Marshall to come and make you evacuate

I would be left with an empty heart and only blame it on fate