Needless perfection!
No, place for me to fail!
The day I fail, is the day I end up in hell!
Trying obsessively to gain approval.
For father might beat me, if I don’t come home with that perfect score!

I must sustain, I must refrain from temptations.
Holy father, why was I burdened with this obligation!
However, I refuse defamation! For I must exceed these unattainable expectations.
Breaking down, bloodied and crying!
All the while my soul is dying!

Suffering, Suffering, perfection can be so damaging, damaging!
Muttering, muttering softly for I’m fearing the inevitable punishing, punishing!
Wondering, wondering if I’ll ever be free?
Won’t someone help me please!

Caged so long, I no longer remember what is was like to be flying!
Free birdy, chirping so happily.
While I'm sitting lonely as friends be looking so care free!
Wishing that were me!

Suffering, Suffering, perfection can be so damaging, damaging!
Muttering, muttering softly for I’m fearing the inevitable punishing, punishing!
Wondering, wondering if I’ll ever be free?
Won’t someone help me please!

Terminator ****
Gat caused tragedy, what a gat tastrophy.
Dangerous suspect, got to escape before I end up in quarantine.
Especially with Rats at my back, who are packing heat and coming after me.
But I ain’t fazed because I’m blazed and sipping lean.
Ya want the bad guy?
Then come after me?
Tony Montana ****.
Leave ya scarfaced when ya mess with me.
Say hello to my little friend, then hasta lavesta baby!
Boom!
Drop down a flight of stairs and ended up in the living room.
Eating Oreos with some blue milk, dipping them in one by one with my purple spoon.
Feeding my program like I’m Ed boon.
Ya might not understand now but you will soon.
For quarrels are like an art of war, sun tzu!
Pass me some tissue paper, ha chu!
Bless you!
Thank you!
Man manners mean even monsters know morals matter.
For in this day and age finding decent human beings is like trying to find dark matter.
Just remember boy! All lives matter.
And it shouldn’t matter what factors have become detractors.
It’s your responsibility to overcome these trivial matters!
Or stay fielded rooted in foolishness until your run over by your own tractor.
For anger and revenge will only leave you the real loser.
So, forgive and move forward.
Look towards a safer future by becoming the hero you need to be like John Connor.
I know it’s hard but you gotta take the reigns like a Roman and make this your yard!
Also remember that everyone is scarred and have faced different but also difficult junkyards.
You just gotta take risks to reap rewards.
So, Set goals toward your dreams and if you try I believe that your dream can become secured.

Like a bird on a tree,
You know me.
Like a life ahead of me,
A life I do not know.
Knowing is a gift,
A gift of knowledge.
Like a bee to a flower,
You know me,
Like sweet lullabies that rocks us to sleep,
Counting the sheep’s, protecting our keep.
Climbing treacherous peaks, and overcoming defeats.
Every adversity we face is a gift,
A gift of knowledge.
Like a lost soul in the wilderness.
You don’t everything about me.
For lie’s course out of fear that you won’t always love me!
It’s like I got a split personality.
So sorry for all the complexity baby.
And Please just be patient with me ok?
For my head at times reaps with insecurity!
That at times be dipping into others privacy.
Which then leads to publicly stating apologies for ones acts of indecencies.
And I can’t bear to wreck another family!
For knowledge may be a gift but sometimes I wish it would skip over me!
Oooohhh! Ohhh!
The tree of knowledge,
A taste so bitter sweet!
The tree of knowledge,
Got me feeling so obsolete.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ohh why!
Did ya have to be so so beautifully deceiving!
Maybe people are right when they say it’s better!
So much better!
To not be aware!
To not give a care!
Ohhh! Baby, Knowing is half the battle!
Yeah!
Knowledge is a devious fellow!
And we all get caught up in it’s enticing wind like some rose pedals.
Pedals that fiddle and flicker dropping quicker and quicker.
Till it ripples into the ocean lingering till silence befalls all.
Where love draws like a bow and quiver that has struck my heart and I fall.
Fall into this dream called love.
Where knowledge becomes nothing but a faded memory.
Guess that’s why common sense becomes a mystery.
For love got us thinking unconsciously.

Sweet whispers, smooth soft kisses.
Sweet songs of reminiscing.
Watching as your eyes glisten.
Glisten like the stars.
Whose beauty is that of a winters rose.
Just wanting to hold you close.
In my arms, toasting by the fire.
With a night filled with passionate desires.
Waking up the next day, still next to you.
If this isn’t love baby, than I haven’t a clue.
For my mind is unglued just thinking about you.
Listening as birds be chirping harmonies.
As rose petals flutter softly all around you and me.
I never been this open or honest before until you confessed your love to me.
Especially when the thought of love once terrified me.
But with you in my arms my fears just melt away.
Two beings moulded like clay.
Two souls united as one.
Until death takes one of us away.
But until then let us make some memories and have some fun.

Blue eyes perspire like the sky,
Innocent lives expire with age.
Regret engrained in with time.
Tears that start as puddles slowly turn to lakes.
But though I’m blue, I’m reminded of you.
For my mood personifies those blue eyes.
Then I forget about my worries that kept me caged.
Such trivial matters that hide truths behind.
Fears usurped when you’re on my mind.
That is why I’m not interested in a rewind.
For our love wouldn’t be as alive as it is right now.
Even when I’m now leaving a flower on your ground.
Alone weeping with no one a round.
Crying but If no one is around am I truly making a sound?

Once again Classy J the definition of a sin,
Deceased kindness that passes down to my kin.
Addiction restricting timeless memories that pour's softly within.
Sadly this is the only time warmth ever greets me,
Can I ever change? Beats me?
So maybe when history gets spun again and again the future has no choice but to be grim?
Fairy-tales woven into white lie's that negate horrific sins.
Minds going crazy that's got me turning into Harley Quinn.
Happily never after reforming heroes, that severs off well intended meanings.
Exceedingly dreary reality fraught with fog that makes it hard to see where we first began.  
That lights holy crosses on fire like the ku klux ****.
Entrapping lost souls inside a raven claws diadem.
No glad tidings left residing in thee,
When humanity keeps going on killing sprees.
Will we ever be truly free?
Or is freedom just a double edged poisoned sword like a hamlet tragedy?
Fending off hatred but how can one do it peacefully?
For even with civil rights the media still has no problem linching minorities!
So I’m left Watching as nightmarishly thin cows start eating up the healthy ones, who knew one vision of a Pharaoh could become reality?
For when good comes, the bad comes shortly after, so maybe instead of pointless debates we need to implement actions?
In order to have a true happily ever after!
But that all depends on us incompetent humans who divide everything and everyone into class systems.
With phobias turning others inhuman or illegal aliens that are in need for dissection.
Chopping up our own kin or refusing to vaccinate them because some stupid doctor claimed it causes autism.
So, we’d rather **** our children rather than having them associate within a disorderly spectrum.
Hmm. If you ask me that’s pretty ******* dum!
Guess that’s what happens when humanity tries to hard to get to the sun?
Thinking ourselves as God’s that be damning what others have said or done.
Getting offended over everything, man this **** is sure getting tiresome!

Soothing riddles like cats and cradles.
Swear in front of momma then imma get beat by ladles.
True stories or fables, said across the tables.
No lie detectors, so at any time a brother can become a defector.
With police chomping at the bit like they ******* Hannibal Lector.
Rat mazes in these projects man- there ain’t time for no breath here!
Doesn’t matter if your blood is red or blue,
because if you do the crime you best be prepared to take the sceptre!
But because the game is rigged a brother gotta do what he got to do!
So, sorry pastor I ain’t got no time for no lecture.
When poverty is all that I know and I’m just so desperate for the nectar.
And I can’t just sit by while my family piles up in debt here.
If only I was born in another sector.
Or in another lightyear!
But for now, I gotta do ***** jobs like Dexter.
While toxicity in this environment continues to cycle on and festers.
So, with all this going on I had to drop out this semester.
And all though being educated can get me out of here.
Once your born in the sinkhole, it feels like there is no point to try to get out of here.
For even if I tried to get a good 9-5, my past will become my interceptor.
For a crook can’t be a model civilian like a Ford Pinto can’t become a kia stinger.
I just pray my kids have a chance to get out of here and live out a life not ingrained in fear!
So, by shear will power I’ll do what I can for them to get out of here!
Maybe one day they’ll come to see me later in their years.
On the other side of the glass wall of the prison cell,
and I’ll start to tear up with pride and grin from ear to ear.
To see them work a clean and good 9-5,
and build up a family from the blood money that got them there.