"Live as if you were to die tomorrow.".......... Gandhi

still shining
http://www.myspace.com/artson Hip Hop/Rap/Latin..... Rocksteady Crew's "Artson" debuts with Planet Asia, Tash, Q-Unique, Wildchild, and Craig G -- When people first heard Artson they didn't know what to think. It was like Hip Hop meets spoken word with a Latino - Native American twist. And if that wasn't enough, guest appearances by artist like Tash, Planet Asia, and Craig G have made this album really something to talk about. The street buzz on "Save the World pt.2" has begun to shake the industry up from New York to LA. Artson was born and raised in the city of El Paso, Texas. Growing up in a border town surrounded by crime, high unemployment, and poverty, nothing came easy. In need of an outlet of self-expression and having a love for hip hop, and rap music, he began his mission. Artsons' love with Hip Hop started at a young age. He was first introduced to the culture in the early 80s B-Boying (break dancing) with his peers in the streets and for competition. Always changing with the times and a true student of Hip Hop, Artson is now a member of the world Famous Rocksteady Crew. He started writing poetry and rhymes (raps) at the age of 14 for the fun, local fame and self respect. Through the years with hard work and dedication his life has set a path for Artson to shine. The Album "Save the World pt. 2," bends and twists beats in refreshing new directions. The music and sounds of "Save the World" not only has the energy of artists such as Floetry and Outkast but also has the new school edgy feel of Kanye West, Baby Bash, and Eminem. This album truly has a soul and life of its own. From raw, hip hop, to jazzy, soulful, melodic tracks Artson truly has something for everyone. With guest appearances by Planet Asia, Tash of the Alkaholiks, Wildchild, The legendary Craig G, and Q -Unique formerly of the Arsonist Save The World delivers an all star universal line up of artists ranging from the East to West Coast.


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Bhutto...
I was listening to myself
The coldness penetrating my skin
As two mirrors traveled the air waves
It made no sense…there was no understanding

Heartbreak and heartache was all to be seen
Anger and mistrust flew across the skies
Light years from the markets and camps of a refugee
While the air waves slapped me in the face
My tears were only significant to me
The minister in her prime
Beauty and Sadness was what I saw in her eyes
It made no sense…there was no understanding

The reaper scorching the hearts of all within reach
As I sat within the comforts of home
The hallway mirrors staring at each other
Continued their shrieks
While separation of skies
Pointing translated memories and history
Only giving us portraits
Of martyrs
It made no sense…there was no understanding

No one listened to themselves
Even daughters cry when they find
Heaven’s door
Leaving mother’s to cry with others
And the Prime minister in her prime
A daughter and also a mother
No longer cries with the mirrors
She leaves us here listening to ourselves
Wondering why
It made no sense…there was no understanding