My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.
My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.
Been stressed
Ocean blue
like windex.
This is how I
express
the **** that I
can’t confess.
The **** that
make me undress
from outer form.
One man megazord
but these ******
can not see me
like I’m underground
like dinosaurs.
I fight a war
that’s mental
with bare fist
and clinched dentals.
This **** is detrimental
and my hearts become resentful
it’s so hard for me
to leave my residential.
On a instrumental
I release
and then I assemble.
The type of ****
that make yo
dome piece tremble.
So **** you
yo *****
and the horse
that rode here on.
Oh.
Or should I say whip?
since we livin in new days.
We all know that
we all new slaves.
We see the blood
on the leaves.
The flies laying
on a baby’s cheek.
The cries from a mother
in a streets
when she weep.
Honestly
I’ve gotten so high
I’m desensitized to pain.
Don’t call me by
government name
because
My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.
My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
My mind and body come apart
down a page for me to start
to speak what's on my heart.
To yell whats in my soul
thats written in all caps
,bold font.
I moved passed those wants
developed a swole con-
-scious I spit hot ****
Devils ****
Rebel fist
In the air for the woke.
I provoke all the dreamers
in the hole.
To touch the sky
and find your gold.
Clutch it tight
and never fold.
Never cross the path of Klash
if you ain't glowed up.
Oh ****
Here he go again
spittin fire blowin in the wind.
Mouth full of sin
Chasing ends
to my dark days.
Part ways from the ********
when I star gaze.
Super blazed
Super lit.
So that **** that's
flowin out your mouth
is sounding irrelevant.
You ****** up
my element.
You ****** up
my vibe.
Can't you see I'm
heaven sent.
Rip to Jimi
I kiss the sky.
A life of bliss
you holding
just to comply.
I rather be
the molding
that you apply.
To your everyday
basis for living.
Heinous decisions
got me thinking
I'm winning but
I'm lost inside
these prisms and rhythms.
I can't tell the ****** difference
If I'm free or in prison.
On a road to perdition
with poetic emissions
and prophetic provisions.
For the love
of some riches
you tend to
lose your religions
or get lost in the system.
Or get lost cuz you blind.
There's no time
to play the victim
we might be all out of time.
For you I empty
my mind.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
I fall in love with you/
when i see the God in you./
When i see the odd in you./
When i see no facade in you,/
and the God in me/
recognizes the God in you./
So the God in you/
recognizes the God in me./
That's why i feel complete/
whenever you look at me./
That's why i feel complete/
whenever you touch me./
A love that is free/
coming from an aura/
that i can can see./
Its sorta humbling
yet comforting to me./
A love that is
its very own entity./
That's why one and one
is really three./
God being love/
with man and woman
and peace being the outcome./
We are really the holy trinity/
but that is something
the world can not see./
Because everyone is too
busy taking too many **** selfies/
looking for happiness inside/
with an unhealthy mind./
I know love though,/
and i know where to go./
I look for you,/
and when i look for you/
that is when
I see the God in you./
I see the God in us./
I see the love in us./
When I see/
When i see/
When i see the God in you/
I fall deeper in love with you./
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
At first sight/
I fell in love
and I knew that
something wasn't right./
The temptation to stare
was hard to fight/
and thoughts of her
made it hard to sleep at night./
How gracefully she
walks the earth's crust
floods my mind like
New Orleans when the levees broke./
Leaving me up late
drowning a misconnected love
in **** smoke./
Hoping.
Wishing.
Praying
that I give up all hope./
Hoping
Wishin
Praying
that I fall out of love./
the type of love
that feels like ******** drugs/
to addicts and I've had it./
I've had it.
I've had it up to Jesus's colic.
I've had it.
All because the atrocious acts
that my heart committed./
Falling for someone
who could never be committed./
Conflicted/
because when i wanted a chance
they didn't./
Now I'm looking
like an idiot/
because I couldn't resist it./
I couldn't resist/
falling in love
before the first kiss./
I couldn't resist
falling in love
before the first kiss./
I couldn't resist
falling in love
before the first kiss./
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
What we know/
Is far from what
we need to know./
What we need to know/
Is the only thing
That will help us grow./
You ask me
What do we need to know?/
I tell you
The hell if I know./
The whole world
has gone insane./
Our brains are programmed
to erase the obvious stains./
From our vices we never refrain./
Speeding through life
our minds remain slow./
Drinking from a legal bottle/
with a message at the bottom/
that will leave us low. /
To allow our demons
to grow six fold. /
To attack our souls/
with a grip of a choke hold./
Master you. Know you./
Is something that we don't do./
Is something we were never told./
So behold
a world with experiences untold./
A life with no true goals/
to find what it is
That we need to know. /
I search and search and search
for answers with standards/
Deep in the land
of the ********
and the crooked pastors./
Who tell us our obedience
will get us to the kingdom faster./
All this talk of faith/
across the globe
has caused a mental cancer/
because we can't see his face/
and the tired souls can no longer wait. /
What we know/
Is far from what
we need to know./
What we need to know/
Is the only thing
That will help us grow./
You ask me
What do we need to grow?/
I tell you
the hell if I know./
The right question is
what do you need to grow?/
What is it that
makes you whole?/
Is it money?
Is it love?
Is it knowledge of self
found deep in your soul?/
That That gives you goosebumps
from head to toe/
is what lets you know/
you are achieving a true life goal./
No boundaries or rules
should stop you/
from doing what
you need to do./
As long as those actions
do not hinder you/
from doing you./
Paying attention
to the signs of life/
will keep you free from strife/
and far from pain./
Life is no game/ nor irritant
but an experience/ to gain
resilience from the infinite/
powers that be.
Even when that is achieved/
we still should seek/
What need to know/
and what will help us grow/
Because
What we know/
is far from what
we need to know./
What we need to know/
is the only thing
That will help us grow./
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
They can have you/
cause I don't need you./
I don't want you./
I don't need you./
I don't even want to see you./
Wouldn't wanna be you./
Couldn't believe the ****
they told me about you/
came true./
Now I'm lookin like a dummy too/
because I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./
You're the apple of all their eyes./
Even though that apple bottom
is nothing but lies. /
See I'm more wise
than most guys. /
So it's easy for me to curve that ***
everytime that she tries./
Because she curved my ***
everytime I tried./
Let me down light
but destroyed all of my pride./
So I had to improvise/
and step up my game
like a redesign/,new edition.
Brand new me
like the roof was missin./
No more dreamin and wishin/
that she the one I'm kissin./
Now when I see her in the streets/
she tries to play it sweet./
Talkin about how she's glad to meet/
and she wants to get close to me/
but all I think about
is how she made me weak./
I could use this chance
to destroy her guts in satin sheets/
and have her body and soul
begging for a repeat./
I can see it now
her clawin at my feet/
while she sob and weep./
As I delete her number
and become cold and solid
like concrete./
I don't need you.
They can have you/
cause I don't need you./
I don't want you./
I don't need you./
I don't even want to see you./
Wouldn't wanna be you./
Couldn't believe the ****
they told me about you
came true./
Now I'm lookin like a dummy too/
because I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
****** and bass
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
**** that's why
I won't pursue her.
Love and the essence of life
don't get through to her.
She is an addict.
Running from life
and abusing ****
to get away from it.
So much beauty and potential
but he she wanna be a dumb *****
She wanna be that *****
or some *****
that gotta man that's rich
and follow the crowd.
Blowin loud.
Poopin xans
and sippin lean.
She ain't never seen
a trap but
She listens to Future
and shes stumblin.
Choppin it the **** up
and mumblin.
Lickin her lips and giggling
because my sub in the trunk
is tickling her pearl tongue
and both lungs.
We are both young
but that's no reason
to act so dumb
and walk around all numb.
When I kick her some philosophy
she doesn't care
all she can think about
is her on top of me.
All in her soul.
All in her face.
****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
The Promethazine King.
The codeine connoisseur.
You can't be a loser
if you wanna get
through to her.
She needs your dollar signs
and expensive ****
before you even see the ****
or a *** or an *** cheek.
She's fine as hell but
If you ask me
she ain't no Ashley
from Fresh Prince.
She's nasty.
Freaky and far from innocent.
She wants it blasted
in her face
until she can't see straight.
She wants the force from the back
till she feel it
in her stomach and her back.
She listens to Future
but I'm no codeine cowboy.
She's mistaken me for him
because I'm
as fresh as an altoid
and my eyes are as low as
the unemployment rate.
I set the bait
and there is the prey.
Now she is
all in my face.
****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
Will we be truly happy?
Will we be truly free?
I ask myself this **** on a daily.
Who the **** is going to save me?
I answer
Only yourself man, only yourself.
Is it vanity? Is it money?
Is it love that keeps
you happy?
Will you give your all
to hold onto your sanity?
All because you feel
that you are happy?
Will you never sleep
to chase a dream?
Even when you lack self-esteem?
Even when those around you
don't believe in your dream?
Will you be happy?
Will you be happy
when you lose all of your friends?
Because perfecting your craft
means more to you than
what you all did in the past?
Will they follow you
on your self-paved path
or will they wonder off
and let life become wasted trash?
You know life is precious.
You know life is meaningful.
That is why you protect yourself
and perfect yourself.
So that you can
make life more beautiful
in your eyes, in your mind.
Will you be happy?
Will you be free?
Will you be happy?
Will you be free?
When you are where
you need to be.
Will you still be true to yourself?
Or would you follow the crowd
and follow the money
and become a **** sell out?
To sell your soul
completely out for
someone else gold paved route?
Will you still love
the way you use
to love?
Or would heartache and pain
distort your heart's vibrations
and cause you to love no longer?
Free of attachments.
Will you be happy?
Will you be free?
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
Weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
When will we wash vices with bleach
until they are as white sands on a beach.
Maybe when we lose ourselves
we will become familiar with our true selves.
To save ourselves from the fearful and mystical
place we all call hell.
Though hell is on earth
it is the reason we are all born at our worst
and heaven is in our mind.
Yet, we are all slaves of time
and a punch in clock.
Cashing in time for currency
hoping that the pain will stop.
The pain of missing our seeds grow.
The pain of longing for what we don't know.
Life pains so deep
you don't get any sleep.
Weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
Some say life is full of ****
a whole colostomy bag.
It hasn't been the best
man I can't brag.
Shots to cure the pain
I drag with mary on my brain.
She helps the drive
when I'm going insane
or away from those
that claim they are sane.
In a world filled with
doubt from the poor
and no hope from the rich.
You might feel
like calling it quits
but the sun shines bright
over the hills.
Even at night
it shines back at you
through the moon.
I stay up late
and watch it shine through my room.
Through the door
and down the halls.
That's how I know
I'll never fall.
Superior beam of light
with the will to fight
the monsters of the night
and the demons of the day.
That is why
I can tell those that are lost
that the weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
Don't let the darkness
of the day
dim your light
and steer you from your path.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.
Oh you think that
you know me?
Tell me about
the visions that I see.
Tell me about
the places I will be.
Tell me about
the faces I will see.
All the hands I will shake.
All the hearts I will break.
All the deals I will make.
Tell me about
when I found myself.
Tell me about
how I was before
and how I worked
with all my cards
that were dealt.
All you know
is what I choose
for you to see.
So, believe you me
my minds travels deep
when I separate
you from me.
Coming to you live
from the depths of me
and deep inside my mind.
Where my soul
and my ancestors be.
Fighting evil influences
that try to destroy me.
Who guided me in the direction
where I'm suppose to be.
Yet I still don't know
where I'm suppose to be.
You think you know me
then you know that
all I've got are
Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.
These fantasies and poetry
are what I use
to fight the powers that be.
To fight the demons in me.
To show you the demons in you.
To tell you the truth
That that box of distraction
that they've made for you
you will only see a few.
So you will never know
exactly what they do to you.
That's why I write to find
the lost.
I write to free
the trapped.
I write to shine light to
the blind.
I write to hold
the loveless
In a world that seems
so soulless.
Where appearances and possessions
make those the boldness
only on the surface.
I write to warm
the bitter coldness
of the mystical human experience.
With the strong arms of Samson
my love you won't have to ration.
As long as we don't let negativity
become its assassin
and let its actions speak
as loud as a cannon.
It will be in
like it is the latest fashion.
Then I will be free to imagine
what life would be like
without my own captions
of fantasies and poetry.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC