Welcome to my city, not that pretty but I'll stick with it, sick of it, original Canadian you can't get with me unless I give you a permit. Just a dish washer, just a native, just a rapper that won't stop, now listen to me i'll be forever real, my movement will never stop, bro I'm just getting started but I promise you I'll never flop. Grew up in E-town, only got into the rap thing since grade seven, had to release all my aggression. Artistic kid, I didn't matter if it were rap or dance, I needed to let go off my transgressions but I also hoped if I did it I could find romance. To be honest that's how I started, I rocked with it, hoping for acceptance because I hated always being the misfit. I was the awkward kid that could only hang out with the emo's and the druggy's or geeks, I never fit in, a christian kid made fun of because he was a jesus freak. That's why I get mad or question God, I'm reminded of all the nonsense I had faith in, where was God when I was caved in. The world took me in to sin, lost my way, the world has decayed, I see it as I walk through out the day. What is the truth, what it is that makes me-me, I just want to flee, I want to get out of this reality. Ill for real, words that could **** or heal, wondering if there a way I could appeal this deal. I never chose to live, I never chose to be this way, life is full of foul play. I want to change the world but I can't seem to change myself, hate everything and everyone, can't stand looking at ourselves.

Cold alone afraid, no light to brighten our way, just set in our ways, cold have we become in this age. Cold, we are cold to people. Cold, we are cold to ourselves. Cold, to the world. Scrooges' we've become. Heart full of distain. Vain and ill intentions cloud our judgement. Cold attitude, so high we are, can't see beyond our own noses. Cold love, hate forms up. Tensions rise up, offensive attendees who don't see how they are offensive. Cold war, waiting to push the button for M.A.D. Nuke city, don't look pretty. Petty of how we've fallen out of what was once semi-peace. Guns dominate, youths are indoctrinated. Propaganda violating human rights. But it's ok we are the good guys. Yeah Right, we all evil, we have all gotten to entitled to see we are all actually the same. Cold days, cold nights, all we want to do is fight, that's just not alright anymore.

Despaired, impaired, scared of my past ways, can't seem to get away from crime, sorry to say mamma, even though I know you pray for me each and every single day. Gun shots, drugs, ***** money flowing through the streets, crime is the only way a family like mine can stay on their feet. If only life could be like Neverland but it seems like the creator had different plans for us; man. Brother apart of the gang called the crip, sitter prostitutes on 5th avenue, cops payed off by the higher ups, don't have no safety kit. Getting so jaded by the land that I have been based in, feel caved in, no place to be saved in, because this is the land of demons. City of sin, where no wins, we submit to the higher powers whim.  Puppets we all must fall in line, no hope in the city of crime, are we out of time? No time at all for us dusty broken porcelain dolls, as long as we high on the methanol, steal that million dollar car make sure it filled with petrol. Sell it on the black market because some one will buy it, and if we get caught we deny it.

War within my soul, war within my thoughts, war within how I should act,look or talk. This is the battleground, this is the battle with heaven and hell, where will I be when the world rings it's final bell. Don't know what to do, God you said to leave it all to you, didn't you. Mind you I strayed away from that, I wanted instantaneous fun, but now it's time for war, but I'm not ready for combat. I never expected a coup d'etat, I never expected to have to defend my way I live, to busy enjoying the high life as an aristocrat. War with everyone, war with no one beside me, pushed away everyone for what I thought was gold; but it turned out to be poison ivy. How I got to this point, how I never noticed what I had, everything loses value just like this life i've been living was a temporary fad. Now I'm mad, but what can I do, moment after moment slipping away from what was true. I talked about how society corrupts, and yeah it corrupted me, so much so that when I look in the mirror, I don't recognize the person in front of me. I hate the devil, but it turned out that I was getting tricked by him, am I to late to change because at this moment my fate seems grim.

Strange days, dark clouds, what can one do when they have hit the ground, is there a chance for a lost soul to be found. Strange but face it when it comes to the human creation, appointed by holy delegation to heal the worlds devastation. Long days left in a pit of nothingness, short time ticks off the life I have left to display my worthiness. I am just a insubordinate, not ordinary, that's why I'm kept in confinement. I make no alliance's with anyone, is it strange that I do not put my faith in anyone. From the time of not, in this time I have been forgotten, so my identity stay's rotten. Not one to be trifled with, for those that dangle and dibble with darkness shall inherit death. Ill fortunes create my misfortune's how unfortunate for this insubordinate. Ill mind with strange intentions, people always say that I need an intervention.

To say nothing is to do nothing. Am I nothing at all, and if I were, would you even notice? Figmented into nothing more than imagination, is there a point to this ****** creation. For much is worth, and worth not so much. Is it the man I see before me true? Am I true, if nothing exists, we are nothing. If everything exists, are we everything? Can words really bear the weight of ten thousands slashes across one's flesh? To live, live lively, to love, be lovely and to boast, be boastful. Fermentation is the delegation we thrive on. One must grow, or wither away to nothingness. To hurt or to hate, what are these feelings that make light hearted children into detrimental miscreants. Whose fault, if fault is at hand. Is it all just part of one's make up. The human condition, but what is it to be human? Are you there? Are you listening? Do you Understand? If not there then where and if not listening then whom do you listen and if you don't understand then what is your understanding. What am I saying? Just words to one's ears. Are thine words be blatant or do they have uniformed meaning? Philosophical condemnation, physiatrics fundament reasoning. Enlightened soul, what is a soul? How can one get to igniting it? Barriers effect the basis of our own judgements. Then how can we cry when another judges us on the same basis?

Yeah, fearless, now watch me clear this obsession, that others keep stressing on, watching people keep wasting their lives over precious things as if they themselves have become like Gollum mon. But I digress, this is my mission, this my vision to run this dominion. I am fearless, devil can you hear it, I have overcome you're torment, I no longer fear ****. God oh the father up in heaven, It still looks like I aint one you're disciplinary brethren. This is my goal, ******* I am on a roll, can't decide which way to go. Classy so sassy, jumping over all you spazz's because you are all too drastic and dramatic. I am the fanatic that don't panic over first world problems, because ever problem can be solved, given time, I'm sure I will never again hit rock bottom. Fearless, so careless to the things that used to bother me, but nothing impedes me now that I got my masters degree. Going off you melon tops, you think I would give up when I got my friends for backup. So I haven't always been this way, but this is the way I rock today. I can only move forward, to tomorrow, can't look back at all my sorrow. Different me, so I think a lot differently, starting to build up my lyrical ministry. Fearless you can't commandeer this vessel that is so special,  that would be dreadful, so unethical to this human that is so gentle. Just a gentile that has over come his shackles, so gnomonical of all these obstacles I tackled. No more skipping over the point with the story of the birds and the bee's, because we finally have the keys to get off of our knees. To fearful are some, no fear for this one, because nothing can no longer have me outdone. Fearless can you comprehend how clear this is, but a lot of you are still to blind to see that fear is your nemesis. Why can't everything be good like in the book of genesis, I'll tell you why, because this generation has gone to ****, that is most definite. Some of you won't admit, but to be completely honest I don't really give two *****. No more fear holding me back from being in a relationship, I have become smart as a chip, blasting out here like I'm a rocket ship.