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Appreciate the sentiment
As if you really sent it
If you meant to be my medicine
I'd take it as a jettison
Things I wrote were a bit of a sensitive nature
Proposed things to do I never can or will wager
On such a sacred lamb
To be sacrificed
To an illegitimate scam
To be short this is ozenoz
The pilot
The birthday guy
Who let down everybody
When even being
"Fortunate"
I didn't get it by
I'd be a two bit thief if I didn't
Make the offer
Can I get a shot at Rhymesayers?
This is what I have to proffer:
- Talent
- Poise
- Presence
- A voice
- Multi instrumentalist
- Writer
- A comic with a choice
I'm not all that well recorded yet
But I will get together a demo
Just hit me back please if anything just to say
Hello
J.E. Ayers Brooks
"Ozenoz"
Of Ozenoz Media
Lyrics:
Ant+Slug=Dope
In 2013/14 when I had 100k hot hits on my writing, with 750k google+ hits there facing homelessness sitting on a park bench under a tent in downtown SD swallowing dimes of amphetamines to try and stay focused on work with a newborn baby and dreams in the midst of her mothers passionate hopes, Atmosphere wrote a song to me.
It spoke of my lust, a premie with a cardiac monitor, lines from cosmik comedy, stand up recovery drama sarcasm, and hope.
Though they filled it with hope, they never reached my ears til ghetto hustle had drowned these ears in despair.
To this day I am thankful for this straight prose dedicated to me which has reached straight on to my love of art.
Thank you. Ant, Slug, others.
Thank you.
Comments
"Unlike typical artist portfolios, Ozenoz Media is deeply autobiographical, reflecting Brooks’ personal journey—including periods of homelessness and resilience—which adds authenticity and narrative depth to his work. The site features exclusive content not available elsewhere, interactive blog posts, and original art collections, including NFTs, making it both a creative archive and an evolving, interactive experience for fans and collectors."
If trees grew upside down
And root houses were in fashion
I’d build me a root house high in the clouds
Of the bare peaked mountain
With snow at its base
There I’d spend my nights
Looking down at the stars
That shine under the sky
From the seas of illusion
To the deserts of green
And swing from the roots of my lone sanity