None of these f*ers like me.
They're lukewarm, I'm hot; Nuke bombs
ain't take no **** since I was a newborn.
Now it's like, "Look, Mom, finally took form."
You never gave lectures, thought I was stubborn.
Your son is just headstrong.
But I must have hit my head on something.
If it wasn't the headboard, it was the ceiling.
That's what I head for.
My teachers were dead wrong.
Never took the streets, only risks.
Even if my dreams got stepped on, I made it out of the matrix.
I'm patient but surgical with it, no matter how many takes.
It took a village.
The grass ain't greener on the other side.
Some of that **** is synthetic, esoterics embedded through my epidermis.
Words of a sermon never spoke to my person.
My soul's purpose is searching every day for diversions.
Recreational drugs were suppressing the urges.
'Cause living in the slums leads to excursions.
I could write you a couple of verses of the **** that occurred
And put into words everything that my neurons conversed.
Picture me growing up; I was never the nerd
But always looking through my window, wondered how the universe worked.
Pick apart any art, found a way to unlearn
All the things that were leaving a burn.

If all I see is grey, does any of it matter?
I see the world for what it is,
Gradually, it's only made me sadder.
Moral victories or being rich enough to fly to Saturn,
****, I've been thinking about the latter.
They say money can help do unthinkable things,
So what would you rather be: down to earth or outta here once the meteor hits?

I came from another world just to watch the eclipse,
Careful where you fall, 'cause reality slips.
Best believe when you come down,
Your choices are fixed.
Know that if you don't dumb down, the tables flip,
Sometimes what you have to say is so outta here
It's difficult to present the world with your gifts.
'Cause they're ill-prepared to realize that you're sick,
Slick enough to make it rain on 'em with nothing but a drip.

Man, I tried to get it so I could fit in, but I had to dead it.
As I grew up, all I knew was that this pad and pen is
My escape from everything I've set aside,
'Cause when I jot my little rhymes, the only time I feel alive.
I know my mind's much organized,
And not a moment passes by
When the roles I've played align.
But as I'm piecing these components, this becomes the closest for a poet just to cope with all that agonized.
Yo! You can't philosophize if you're avoiding the sunlight.
My soul disperses all these verses, hoping that each line could shed some light.
We're all alike, here's my advice: put some work in,
Don't forget you're still a person.
Learn to get immersed in what you love
Because the universe will draw your blood.

I mistreated you
I cheated you of a freedom needed for us to mend.
I was wading, waiting just to swim again.
against the tides is where I’ll find the path to pave the space needed
to make way for every ounce I couldnt appreciate
Never sing a song to a woman who wants to leave
I’ve turned into a madman, I think that’s enough for me
Will I make it to the end we’ll just have to wait and see
I ain’t Think that far yet but there’s no time to be
The one to hold you in his arms when your heart bleeds
I can’t humanize my **** disguise we’ve parted ways
My soul and I Parlay
prequels fondly pondered I’ve tread onward
focus was astray
Ive taken bigger bites than one can chew
Without a stain
I’ve seen it through
I came to play with aftermaths
And whatever’s left of sanity
don't know it all and won't pretend i Am saint
To me, imposing my beliefs would be deceit
Can’t captivate
man who has refused to see
Reduce the heat, don’t slave away for poverty
Its uncommon to solve problems with commodities
You’ll have to seek beneath the skin
My best attempt was making peace with the friends ship
allowed to sink
I keep the channel open, hoping that we meet before it ends.
I'm finding new approaches to the dreams I will transcend.
Now with all I know I can make sense of the events, a toast to the amends .

Superseded my conditions with something simple, a vision for the mind to segue into:
An expedition to the stars, a journey towards difficulty fortified my convictions.
Experienced fourth dimensions, I have stepped into the infinite.
And none is perfect, I am aware of my impulses.
With a heart full of verses, I set the stage to play a role. This is all with a purpose.
I have indulged; I am at fault. There's so much to interpret.
Turbulence settled.
I learned to get leveled with vendettas developed since I was a kid, man.
Learned not to meddle; instructions were heaven-sent.
To go where few bodies had been, I had to find hobbies that aligned with the angels so that I could find the angle
to finally handle everything that I've been through.
A prevailing discomfort encompassed; imagine the troubles.
I rolled with the punches, and I came out triumphant.
From starving to marveling at the cosmic alignments and frequently fighting with God to having so many run-ins.
It's hard to keep a facade when destiny's tugging.
At war with myself, but the timing is perfect.
It has to be worth it; the truth has emerged.
Ever since I sunk into the depths where I dwelled and found my way to the surface.

Roaming through Rome's ancient roads all alone,
The days tally up when you're all that you know.
A piece of me hasn't ceased seeking Sicily,
I'm hoping to meet someone beautiful.
The flowers of Florence influence my poems,
Their petals, like verses, unfurl in full bloom.