Hughes

Hughes

BandSpoken Word

i'm more of a poet than anything else, I write about things that are real to me. Love, growing up on the south side of Chicago, religion, and just wanting to write. My mom is black and my dad is white, so ive grown up listening to all kinds of music which really helps me write in different styles.

Biography

Common and Nas have always been my favortie artists just because they spit knowlegde instead of the same old gansta rap. But also my mom would play Motown records while i was younger so I also get alot of my influences from those oldies.

Lyrics

Under the Stars

Written By: Gabe Bump

I walked under the stars
for hours and hours in between bars
hiding in the back row listining in
to talks about love and actions about sin
I watched the dreams unfold
Like napkins with untold
Stories
Lining up worries
Like marching left and right
I wonder if he knew she was with him tonight
Or that she
Was only fifteen
Dressed in high heels
So she might seem taller
And she can walk over the dream of her father
Placing her in college
Wearing shirts with collars
But looks better in skirts
And she don’t care how much it hurt
When she trips when she walks outside
Stumbling back to her life
But anyways
That’s not why I was there
Maybe it was the beer and secret romance in the air
That drew me closer and closer to the front
Cause there she was singing
To the color blind
The mines that break glass in our minds
Singing her soul out
People started to pour in, maybe because it was cold out
But I got the best seat
Standing to the left of her feet
Under the hand she held the mic pulling in trees from the street
I just sat and took it in
Wondering where she has been
All my life, trying to pick up words she dropped so I could begin
Writing love poems, like a synonym
For killing them
Softly
And I solemnly swear
To never leave this chair
So pass down your kisses
Each and every night
Sitting waiting for you lips like a cigarette held over the light
And before this is done I just might
Fall in love
So you can keep your walks in the park
And ill just sit here sharing a drink with her and my heart.
A picture of love before its fall from grace
Cause she pulled up a chair so I could see the halo illuminating her face
I asked her what she was doing in this kind of place
She held her silence
Her bottom lip seemed to tremble as if there was something behind it
Maybe the words pushing down on her tongue
Cause her set has just begun
She sang sorrows
Of better 2morrows
She asked me
If I had dreams
And it hurt me to say
But they pushed deep into the weeks of yesterday
So I lied and said, Im living it
She looked into my eyes but it was far from intimate
She just sat and stared
For days, it seemed like weeks
Pushing on months without sleep
Finally she opened her lips
stealing my breaths
So I could feel my heart beat against my chest
I looked at her like please don’t take its all I got left
But I was too late
It had to be faith
Cause I didn’t have time to plan
Falling this quickly
But I took her hand, and she was glad to fall with me

I want to Dream

Written By: Gabe Bump

What dreams I have of you tonight
Blue-eyed America the beautiful dressed in red and white
Tears blurring the letters you write
Notes to me chiseled in concrete
While passersby stop to look at me read the street
Cause I’m loving living
And I got to share the feeling
While I toss and turn my covers
Thinking about sleep and how I use to love her
Before
I wanted more
Then just closing my eyes escaping my troubled mind
Leaving clouds of dust behind
While I search for words that rhyme with crime
So I can use a different word each time
I describe
Hurricane Katrina.
But Im tired of just looking
So I layed on my back, closed my eyes and took in
Images of Harlem corner cooks
Shaking hands with White House crooks
And depictions
Of people on a mission
To find dreamers like me and get em
And I had plans to leave today but I hid em
Underneath my pillow
So tonight Im making my escape.
But yea see,
I wanna dream a dream
That puts my behind the podium the Martin Luther King spoke from
I walk up the religious steps Malcolm Little and Cassius Clay dove from
I wanna dream a dream
That lets me walk with kings
Under the shadow of Jim Crow’s wings.
I wanna see things
Reality won’t allow
I wanna get on bended knee and offer god hells rings
While I vow
Here and now
To change the world.
Cause I wanna dream for
Causes
I wanna ask freedom what the cost is
I wanna painted murals for the artless
Write sonnets for the heartless
I wanna step of the stage and hear someone scream I got this
But only after I hold the mic hostage
And do my best Geronimo Pratt impression
Cause my words are bullets and my mouths a smith and Wesson
I wanna take my ideas of change and go back in time so Nelson Mandela can bless them
Cause I wanna dream about bringing the revolution back
And then wake up and due just that
I want America to get a clue
That your gonna have to be stronger and prouder then just a few
I want to hear promises about promises were keeping
Cause I know a change come, but most likely when were sleeping

Just Give Me Five

Written By: Gabe Bump

Ya see im trying to make a new world to stay alive
It took god 7, all I need is five.
A lyric, a pen, a pad,
A thought, and I dream I wish I had.
Something to move me past
The last
Visionaries
Who possessed an idea so scary
They couldn’t stand the sight
So each night
They had to recite
“hail mary full of grace,
allow me to leave this terrible place.”
A passion so unique
They would loose sleep
Each time the floor creaked.
A perfect universe,
Like instead of a herse
Souls were taken home on a single verse.
A rhyme that could move time
A line that would rule mine.
Humbiling my arrogant mind
So I could think about something unlike
The perfect world based around a mic.
Where mouths spit empty cases
Smoking over hands full of aces.
Perfect poker faces.
Sharing fantasies
That would make a statue crumble at the kness
What a world this would be
Sparking minds to a fifth degree.
A place for me
You
And few others
To just sit and listen
Talk about happier days and how we miss them
How things change
When lead and flame
So easily cool bodies
In campus lobbies
Calm faces like Mugabi’s
Counting these lifes one by one
Gun by gun
Clip by clip
Sometimes I check my torso just to see if I was hit
When the line between reality and my imagination split.
So I’m gonna lay my head down on my flaming pages trying to get lifted
Hoping reality gets twisted
Back where its suppose to be
So my nightmares don’t have to be so close to me.
Just hand me a pen.
I’m trying to start over,
What if Eve didn’t listen to what the snake told her.
Life would be perfect.
So let me rewrite it without the blasphemy
Cause it took god 7, ill be done in half as many.

O Candy Land

Written By: Gabe Bump

O candy land
Sweet slides
Of lies
That fall down to earth
Like chords exposing the wiring
Of hiring
Thoughts you scrape of your feet
After you step on the filth you speak
In the street.
But theres something sweet
About these fables
Told by make believe Abels
When they need attention at dinner tables.
Like tracks
We scratch
The surface of purpose
While we fight back serpents
With our split tounges.
Ya see here we can live
With tears and hate
Cause we can relate to every body laying around us
Underneath the blanket the stars provide
So we can pull it over our heads and reads lines with flashlights
And we can talk about how id love to shout and scream
About every dream about
Walks with Langston Hughes
Under yellow street light hughes
And discuss his views
On how we act
With our pens hanging out of cadillacs.
Stroles with Timuel Black
So we can remenice about Martin
And how my part in life is to weave dreams
About things
I love to do.
and I just want you to hold me maya angaleu
and tell me everything sucks buts gonna get better
at lord knows at the sign of good weather
im getting my act together
but im gonna keep peddling words
with my knees bent hugging the curbs
so 5 for the nouns and 10 for the verbs
and 15 for the sugar coated slices of reality
o candy land our lives held in sweet rhapsody

Beautiful Life

Written By: Gabe Bump

“What a beautiful life”
he said holding his beautiful pen as he tried to write
underneath this beautiful light
engulfed by the beautiful night
and im remembering a conversation I had with beauty, and maybe she was right
maybe this beautiful struggle deserved a beautiful fight.
But ive heard love cry down from the cross
While compassion tried to help him
And lust greed and envy
Watched and laughed while compassion trip because love was just too heavy
And ive seen plenty of dreams differed
Like dreams of her
Being sculpted with words
Like “perfection” and amazing
Pictures of her smile I found myself taking
Hiding behind my emotions so she wouldn’t see my weak knees shaking.
Ive heard doves cry
And fortunes lie
About where my misfortunes are suppose to lie
As I let my soaked pillows dry.
So why was beauty praising
The craters in the earth that form when I start praying.
And what beauty moved
The writer to remove
The original notes he wrote to his mental supplier
Stating “these walls are standing still and I need to get higher
So maybe I can sing off key with heavenly choirs”
Then he began to think “do highs even exist
Can broken notes even trip off devine lips
Is it only tormented minds like mine
That find
Torn fantasies to hide
The simple colors being forced into their lying eyes.”
Then he looked closer
And saw compassion laying on the ground and love promising to hold her
And never let go
He saw dreams being chased down winding roads
Past portraits of forbidden love waiting to be sold
Beneath whispers of dark futures never again to be told.
He saw so many wrongs before, hell these actions had to be right
He picked up his pen and whispered “What a beautiful life”