Serendipity of the prideful and the prejudice for they keep society on it's toe's. Such scandulous outrage of old fashioned country folk, provoked by the city life. The life I live in complete disregard of traditional morals, it's about time for this birdie to leave the coup.  Mothers don't always no best, I live how I want. No need for this pesky prohibition, that's what smuggling is for. Hush hush when you arrive at the door with that secret password. So much money I can afford any trinket I fancy, I just snap my fingers and that item appears in my hands. Stock market thriving, fancy car's i'll be driving making my colleague's jealous as I pass on by. God I love the roaring 20's!

Enormous envious egotistical evil enemy's,
Peering pretentiously penetrating peaceful potent propulsive plots,
Anxiously annoying anti-climaxing answers
Cautiously coldly contemptuous confusing comments,
Tempering tidus torment thy thoughts,
Super superfluous superficial stagnant stories

Grimiss crimson gruesome violet rose,
Gripping ripping sifting drifting through mindless thought,
Gain pain train to achieve

As I live and breathe calmly,
All of this and much more I see,
As I dream this dream

Or is it secretly reality,
Oddly that odd may create an even,
Ogling these mind boggling concepts

People want me to explain my reasoning for having a cynical view of life, I don't need to, it's my life, it's my truths to believe in. You got your lie's that you say is truth same as me, life is a mystery that has no meaning. Hate is just a product of eating a apple off some tree that shouldn't have been there. Yes I know free will and all, that's all great and all, but I hate the pain I feel when I go down the road of sin. Why do I keep going in circles, every step forward is three steps back, feel like a stupid mistake; nothing more demeaning. What is right, what is wrong, who determines that, am I the only one that thinks that this society is whack. I stray from all of that, separating myself from fake rap, because I have decided not affiliate with that crap.Slipping through the cracks, trying so hard to keep breathing, because I want to make a change but every time i try it feels like i'm stepping on tacks. Belief is our only hope, that's so depressing, what is the lesson that need's addressing, what to do when it's my turn to go to bat. Life is a journey, the world is a disease, we live in a false reality, but what is reality? How did we become so water-downed, how did we become so uncultured when it comes to not offending others. We just forgot how to say how we feel, and when we do say what's on our mind, it's determined as savagery. Closing our shutters to emotions, trapped in our caskets, we are dead that's why the amount of people committing suicide is sky rocketing in the numbers.

Yeah, death and grim with nothing but crime, Politics are whipping us yet they themselves are getting whipped by big companies. Corruption, destruction, left to die the way I was made, becoming dirt that's all we are. ***** gruesome ******, I am done playing this unfair game, I need a compass to get out of this butkus of a country. I don't want to hear you're quarrels when you still have your hand in society's cookie jar, why can't you be classy and go outside to a diner. I am so burnt out with all you sell outs, left to walk along my own way, why all you listen to crap rappers like Kanye. Rap is dead, hip-hop has no hip to hop too, this business is only interested in demeaning women, and having fancy things. They don't look at real issues anymore because they would rather sell lyrical ****, they don't care about you or anybody when it comes to making money. So go ahead buy that diamond ring and ride in your Lamborghini,  hope you enjoy it for at least a few seconds until you realize it doesn't make you happier, that it doesn't help you with anything. Status has it's hold on us, because after all it's all about that american dream, that most will never reach. Keep blowing all our money on the lottery, because you never know, well I do know that they are the ones who'll make the profit not you. Pipe dreams are just that dreams, hope is a desolate thing we live and breathe we are a bunch of bottom feeders that will attach to anything we get our mouths on; just like a leech. This is reality don't care if you believe me or not, it's ok you're still trapped in a box like a good little shrew.

Let me begin by saying ***** Harper, ***** Mulcair, and ***** Trudeau, they all corrupt, well to be fair they are after all political. I don't know how i'm going to vote for this upcoming election, because all the people running for prime minister are all a bunch of white dudes that are such ***** kills. They are so bland but they think themselves so high in demand, those cocky hypocritical ****** are hilariously cynical. As a native I know I really should vote, but when none of the applicants give a crap about my people, I might as well spin a wheel. For real nothing is going to change, I feel like nothing matters, that it won't matter if I do vote, and i'm not the only one out there that feels that way. I want to be proud about my decisions in life, but this is one decision I don't know if I should make. When less than 40% of Canadians actually   vote, that is not good; like compared to people who go watch ****** movies, there is still a higher percentage of people who show up to watch it; so it be more productive for me to watch fifty shades of grey. I think something is wrong with that, people died so we could vote, I am not trying to be a baggy blow hard, but if you don't vote, I believe that is a crucial mistake. Either way the choice is truly our own, we have to live with the decisions we make, whether it be good or bad.

This is how I deal with my ****, I write it up just for you, my words are cursive for a purpose, it heals the pain I deal with inside. Honest opinions that make people mad, they say I ain't rad, I'm just a fad of ****** hip-hop. I say I am a favour to this industry, but you ****** ain't feeling me, so I keep my lyrics confined with my pride.  Ironic syphilis dickwads filled & infused with hate for yah to feel, this is just the real, no need for props. Can't handle me, you can't accept me, but I don't care, i'm rare, not some sell out like black eyed pea's. ****** get mad when I say *****, but don't hate, natives were called ****** too, so I don't want to hear your **** about it. Work out with a wii fit, cheat when I do a spelling bee, lying about everything, trampling the rap game that's how I be. I used to try not swearing because it's just a easy cliche that fake rappers say, but **** it I need to get across my thoughts in a way for you peanut brains to truly understand my ****. Is this the innocent kid we used to hear, no that kid died when introduced to this crude society, gentle giant becomes defiant to the ways of how we live. Hulking out against everything wrong, i'll wreck the way we see things, not caring for the feeling you have, make you cry tears that will clear your blind view of the issues we face. So hate me, go ahead, I don't care, in fact i'll come to hater club with you, hear everything you have to say and save it in my eternal thoughts like a external drive. You have no taste for real rap, you probably listen to low life bottom feeders like little wayne, that's not real rap that craps a disgrace.