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Classy J Dec 2016
Please lend a ear, my mind has began to deteriorate, I no longer can see clear. Hollering to whoever takes the time to notice me, faltering in the corner wondering what is wrong with me. I have some things I need to say, will you take the time to hear what I say? You know what never mind because it's too late for me; I no longer have a mind!

Sometimes I find myself voiceless, sometimes I find myself so hopeless, doubts in my head; man how do I even cope with all of this? The only one I can talk to are these walls, sitting all lonely eating some microwaved spaghetti and meatballs. Replaying the good times in my head to block out my present despair, always laying around near to a beer to numb all my feelings and tears. Staying away dreading the shock when that felling disappears, hoping and praying that I have enough money to make that feeling reappear. What I would do differently; what I would do to get out of my present captivity. Doubting my ability as I keep going back to living promiscuously.  Maybe I secretly believe that I deserve to sit in the rain, I know that it seems pretty crazy; indeed but even I notice that I always seem to divert back to the pain. Boxed in by all these walls, feels like imma bout to drop down Niagara Falls. No matter where I go addiction pursues me, guilt got me feeling like a ******, so caught up in all the affliction of what was once done to me.

Don't even like the person in the mirror, how can I be sincere when my heart has become so bitter? Friends and family dying, wanting this life to end so I won't be lonely on the sidelines who is also the only left crying and remembering. Drugs, drinking, old age or suicide is how it goes; don't even have enough money to afford a rose. So I’m left hugging the wall, such an empty embrace but there is nowhere for me to run to and now I find myself in withdrawal. Invisible wanting to just be loved unconditional, is there a way that my life can be fixable?
Classy J Dec 2016
Gates of my soul for the longest time forgot to be open and glow. Broken and battered from all the years. That all changed when you walked in, but I don't know if I have the courage to tell you how I feel. What do I have to lose when I have nothing left to lose. If you only knew, if you only knew that I haven't felt this way in a long time. That  moment when your smile lifted my spirits and brought hope back into my life. If you only knew what I think of you. When I was low your presence kept me high. If only you knew how much I find it attractive when you are so nice to others and look at things with so much positivity. If you only knew that like you I want to make this world better. If you only knew that even though we don't really know each other; that in a heart beat I would move a mountain for you. You make me want to be better, you make me see the world clearer. If you only knew that I never had the courage to ask you out. But no more, I can't risk losing someone so precious again. I can't live another second being too late to ask this time. If you only knew how hard it is for me to build up my courage. But I promise that when the time come I will tell you.
Classy J Dec 2016
My passions seem to be nothing more than dreams; but from my dreams are not thy passions derived from? I have many passions but from what I hear they are unrealistic. The same supposed realist's that say that everything in life came from an explosion from nothing. If nothing can create everything, cannot my passions or dreams become real? However even if I do achieve this and everything I ever wanted; what then? For I have seen those who may have everything and still feel as though they had nothing. So what is our value or the value our possessions or achievements? And how can those with nothing look like they have everything? I believe this question to be the question on everybody's mind. And I do believe only a few know the answer. My question to you is this very question?
Classy J Nov 2016
Diving into bath salts, raving flue that is as sicking as math, at least that is what I conclude from my findings presented to the court. Objection, objection, sir I don't see the connection, maybe your rhyme scheme needs perfection. Maybe it does, but ***** it, I'm blessed by God; baby please sit down and take a chill pill and just enjoy this buzz. Busting off, so back off, bout to prove my case like I’m Ace Attorney, oh and I know it’s off topic but if I lived in America, I would’ve voted for Bernie. What the **** am I on? Came to save the digital world you can call me a digimon, you bet I’m a champion! Serendipity dear deputy; I’ll be typically wittingly searching for some tranquility. What is the validity of this vicinity as I only accept notability and won’t let this become a liability!

Pathologically paraplegic hypochondriac with insomniac who be popping poems profusely perfect; while whimsically worm's try to be strategic, but sadly choke and lose it. Miles set apart; it certainly is not a strut in some park, but everyone has to start somewhere before they engrave their mark. Don't reside yourself to just being a silhouette, nor be one to toot your clarinet. Two sides to every person like Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde; be careful to not let your pride turn into carbon monoxide. For pride will always lead to your downfall, so please take off your iron curtain and tear down your Berlin wall. Improvident incongruous incredulous confidence; underwhelming astonishment of such fundaments of these heinous and callous acts of deceitfulness. Trickery of thy decadence; why art though jittery when you are full of benevolence? So used to getting what you want I bet; well this situation can not be fixed by dough, so I see why you are in a cold sweat! Fake confidence won't help you here especially when one lies; you made a mistake and will face the consequences and I am not one quick to forgive no matter how much you apologize.  

Don’t have time to consider your sensibility, because my life is going a twitter with too much hyperactivity for me to deal with your stupidity. Befittingly that I’ll be building up the intensity, to infinity and beyond goes this creativity of this anomaly. Not going to prolong this phenomenon, I’ll be going off like a Molotov over this intercom, yeah you better not ever underestimate this underdog. Lackadaisical are these other rappers; they’re so replaceable and incapable to be educational. Incomprehensible is this loop of hip-hop now a days, why can’t we be inspirational or is it to late because we left morals and substance back in the olden days. Can’t afford to be anchored anymore, I’ve poured in too much time to be just be locked behind some door. I refuse to be ignored and be left ashore; I am not worried about going into the storm; because you are bound to come across some things that need some work like chores. Spinning the wheel, reminiscing of how it felt when I no longer concealed who I was and my self-image had been healed.

Used to be reclusive & convinced myself that I was a duffass, but now I’m exclusive to being a smart ***. This is the new era, this is a new fire; it’s time to spice things up so better pull out the sriracha. Leading the revolution like I’m Che Guevara, I’m light as feather whatever the endeavor even if my life story doesn’t end up as pristine as Cinderella’s. Why so infatuated by worldly wants? Why so decorated when you can't hide the fact that you're the same basic *** font? Trying be something else, striving to be someone else, wanting to be anything else. You are who you are, if you think it will make things better you cucu, because in my eyes you are really a star. You have to expand your interpretation and perspective of life, you have to demand without hesitation a piece of that collective pie; because I believe everyone should be equal in this life.

Calculated bullets that go straight through my cranium; manufactured outlets that show great things but have also turned us into brainless aliens. Complicated hookups that grow irritating and become as unstable as uranium; what was once sacred has become as spontaneous as going to a gymnasium. Confiscated trinkets cast away and leaves those affected very irritate; while also simultaneously making apathetic souls that have gone through the same thing be able to understand, help or relate. Cultivated rebellious culprits that don't take the memo of being cooperative, instead they choose to be provocative and opposite of the other conglomerates. I’m so fascinated by this fabricated segregated supposedly liberated and sophisticated community; where-as some so foolishly stupidly amusingly think that everyone has the same equal chance at opportunity. Moderated, regulated and orchestrated where some are situated; if you don’t think that it has something to do with be affiliated to a certain demographic then maybe you never got educated in the affairs of those discriminated. It’s a good thing then that class is in session; so viewer or listener  please use discretion when taking time to witness or hear my position. Deafening out all ill whims; wrestling with these unsettling menacing fears and guilt from all of my sins.

Yeah no need for hallucinogens, all I need is two hydrogens and one oxygen. Rocking in my moccasins; so you can bet I am not one to drop my promises. Native honour who is also a innovative scholar and who was created not to falter. I may not be good with numbers, but I'm good at making sure you never slumber on my words; because I work on them day and night in my 36 chambers. Beware the pretender, they are manufactured by the vendors to keep us from being together. Defend your heart; be wise who you befriend and who you pick for your counterpart. There will be hurt and affection can be perverted, so know your worth and never ever let yourself be distorted. It is not your fault, it is not my fault, so then who is at fault? Is it just life in general? Is it because of the being who lives eternal? Is it all of the above? I don't know, but we shouldn't judge and instead choose to accept and love!

Pardon me Martin, but if this class were a prison I’d be the warden. I make the rules here and I took the tools given to me to get me here. So listen, please listen to my lesson that I have to present to you as class is still in session. Loading yawl with ammunition to be able to transition to be able to complete your goals or missions. No I’m not tripping, I’m driven  by a higher force to break away the old ways of thinking such as division. This is not the prohibition anymore, so please open your minds and join me on this expedition. Going into the unknown, so here’s to hoping you get through this, as time goes on and be able to look back at it we may feel like this was no more than a tiny but important milestone.  Achieve, believe, conceive, receive, intrigue, and succeed because I think you are unique. You are the only you in the whole galaxy, don’t let agony turn into tragedy; ***** anxiety; yeah and never let your dreams just be some fantasy.

Outro: Sit down class ain't over yet, forfeit those frowns or fake faint or try to jet. Lastly remember what transpired today; don't go hastily and forget about it on December break okay? For though class may be over, more days or years to come until its finally over. Though education ends, one never stops learning even on vacations with family or friends.  I hope you can look back with fondness, I hope you can stay on track in the future if you truly take the time to just focus. Is there truly an end or is this just the beginning to a new bend.
Classy J Nov 2016
Music writer, open-minded socialist, so fluid, time to take out the lighters I'm on fire, bout to light up all you privileged colonists. Twisting yawl like a rubric cube, this is no classy cypher, yeah imma bout to rip out your feeding tube. Let yawl die, and here’s' why; because you feeding on what society feeds you, you don't even take time to notice the sky. Brainless, laziness is easy, I get it, life gets busy and crazy, and the only way to survive is by being greedy. ** ** **, this is no joyful consumerist Christmas song for you to blinding sing along to, this is some thing to think through. Call me scrooge, ***** your new age modernistic mindsets, so what if I upset you, it was about time to get you out of your cocoons. Mute me all you want, I won't ever be cupid and have words that are as lovely as a tulip, yeah I don't care if you find me nonchalant. It's in my nature to be vocal; it's in my protocol to tear down the iron curtain that is leaving us so unsociable. Relying on the program more than friends or family, it's a tragedy what this society and technology has done to our humanity.

Narrow-minded, it's time to cut into the bone marrow of the problem, it's time not to be blinded, and it’s time for hope and love to blossom. Hate and fear is trying choke out this atmosphere, there is no time to wait, and it’s time to switch gears. Everyone must get out of the shire every now and again, I know it's hard, but you will never know until you begin. You say I say the same thing, that may true but I won't stop to it finally rings true to you, and you finally cut off your strings. I don't know about you but I’m done being a puppet, it's time to have fun and complete those lists you keep in your bucket. You can threaten me, but you must be kidding me, for you are just a smitten kitten, so do what you’re best at and climb up some tree. Better make way, don't care what you heretics say, don't care if what I say offends you, because to me the moral lines of society have become blurry and grey. If it's unfair to be so astute and abrupt, when you only have two choices either shoot yourself in the foot or nib it in the ****. How fair is that? Grow up! You acting like some baby pear heads that use whatever they find on the Internet to prove their opinion as fact.

It's all-relative, it's all based on your own perspective, everyone has their own opinion on what is or is suggestive or subjective. What if the coin was flipped, or what happens when you put on another's shoes, here is a tip to stick to your head like glue. You never truly know anyone, because everyone has experienced something different, after all this life is a result of a greater power's experiment. We are all trapped in a cave, not seeing beyond our perception of reality, it isn't till we step out of this cave or reality do we see that we were slaves. You say I’m crazy for seeing the light, not to shocking since you're eyes are still adjusted for night. Distractions and addictions that leave us restricted from an expanded and enlightened perspective. Chained to our narrow mindsets, chained like some mindless assets for society and the government. What is real, what is fake, why as soon as we start to feel, we are put through a stake?

Power strives for more power, greed begs for more, and stubbornness can leave you staying sour. Change is painful; it may take awhile to adjust to the light, even when your whole life has been dull. It's time to accept life for what it is, this is no time to walk backwards, or let your hope fizz. Life won't change unless we ourselves change, we just have to be engaged in making an effort to change.
This was rap is dedicated and inspired to/by Plato's "The Allegory of the Cave"
Classy J Nov 2016
Gradually getting great, while fracturing the bones of fretting fakes. Channeling my personified state, my goal has been to dismantle and open up your minds gate. Passionately petrified of how I feel inside, but I will no longer hide, unashamed **** never going to stop my stride. You want it then go for it, don't go bowing down to this society's jealous ridden *******. You are more than that, don't let those ****** treat you like slack. Classically calling it for how I see it, this is how I perceive, don't like it, but I don't really give two *****. One must be asking themselves why they acting to hard, or why they are always on guard. Is it something about you, is it just some distorted view of believing the vile things people be saying about you? Hmm, maybe I getting somewhere, or maybe I'm just zany and just blissfully unaware of this atmosphere.
Classy J Nov 2016
So much not yet accomplished, I still want to leave yawl astonished. I promise to give it my all and try not to fall. I love yawl, I need yawl, I want yawl to hear me and see me for what I am and join me on this free fall.  Release everything holding you back, don't be beaten by the obstacles and demons that try to block you, or attack you. If I die tonight, I pray the world to be all right, if I die tonight, I hope my message never loses sight. If I die young, may the people I’ve reached stay strong. If I die young, may you not stay numb with emotion, if I go before my time may you not get any suicidal notions! It is what it is, this just apart of living, this is why I keep giving, and though things seem to be reeling, a helping hand is all I need for healing. Ashes to ashes, message to reach the masses; taking yawl through some moral classes. Classy J I will not always be here to stay, but I make sure to live each day like it was my last day. If I die young I will be among friends and family, a place where we are no longer burdened by this toxic humanity. If I die may we never say goodbye, if I die to early please don't cry. Remember me for who I was or used to be, life happens man, there are bound to be fatalities. Live life, love life, be happy and make the most of this life. Because you'll never know which day could be your last, and life can go by so fast. So take a breath every now and again, be yourself and make some friends.
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