Coming out of a comatose,
Running round bout to post,
That bail money, then travel past the coast.
Real survivor like a roach.
And just like a golfer it’s all about my approach.
I like to look at life positively unlike Oscar the grouch.
Got that new whip,
Spreading my message like some cool whip,
And I don’t **** with people who got the case of the loose lips,
For the moment they open up they mouth,
Imma fill it up with a couple of clips.
Bang.
Pop off a shorty in order to keep others in their lanes.
Got to think smart, like General krang.
If you don’t want to end up like Citizen Kane.
Dang.
Don’t want to end up like Citizen Kane.
Dreaming of rose buds, man this ain’t no candy land game.
Wannabe be upstarts snorting their own *******.
It’s such a shame, in fact it’s insane.
Breaking one’s back over the littlest of things.
Don’t you realize that a lot of yawl are no more than petty cliches.
Trying to keep things private, when we live in a public domain.
Truth is in this day and age, we don’t actually own anything.
Yet we feel entitled to everything.
Thinking we are owed something.
Yet we are owed nothing.
Putting on elaborate acts, but life isn’t supposed to be treated like charades.
Trying to act like your an entree, but you don’t realize that means nothing at a buffet.
You only live once, you won’t get no replay.
Thinking your free, when your really in chains.
Thinking your unique, but when you die will anyone actually remember your name?
Name.
Name.
Uh, but **** it!
When I got that new whip,
Spreading my message like some cool whip,
And I don’t **** with people who got the case of the loose lips,
For the moment they open up they mouth,
Imma fill it up with a couple of clips.
Bang.
Pop off a shorty in order to keep others in their lanes.
Got to think smart, like General krang.
If you don’t want to end up like Citizen Kane.
Dang.

Warning!
You’re about to enter the Danger zone!
Danger zone!
Danger zone!
Danger zone!
Danger zone!
Uh, listen I’m about to enter the danger zone.
It’s like wearing a blindfold in a room drenched in chloroform.
This is the danger zone.
Climbing ladders just to be taken down by snakes.
Only overcoming these haphazards because of my faith.
And though I shake,
Though I quiver,
Though I have fits,
And have some treacherous fevers.
I know my God delivers.
From evil and sickness,
Through the thickest of storms,
I know I will overcome,
Because he knew me before I was even born.
And even after,
When I almost died in that ICU,
It’s true.
And Sometimes I struggle but I can hear,
God saying ICU.
It’s true.
There is no danger zone.
When I trust in you.
It’s true.
It’s true, it’s true.
There is no danger zone.
When my faith is steadfast in you.
It’s true.
It’s true, it’s true.
So, now I have to tell people the good news.
That it’s ok to struggle.
Because God’s with you.
And to not worry because He see’s you.
For even when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death , we shall fear no evil or danger,
for God is with us,
He is our rod and our staff, to comfort us.

Embrace the hate!

Dark sensation creeping in my skin.
Blood is boiling, and I’m turning red.
Anger pulsating faster and faster.
Only a matter of time.
Till I blow up.
Embracing my dark side.
Embracing who I truly am.
The person I held back for far too long.
But no longer,
Will I conform.
No longer,
Will I apologize.
No longer will I listen to your lies!

Embrace the hate!

Released the monster in the cage.
Because I can’t contain my rage.
So, I embrace it.
Because hate is the only love I have left.
Because hate is my escape.
An emotion that distracts me from my grief.
And my toxic reality.
That I refuse to acknowledge.
For showing tears isn’t manly!
For tears show weakness!
At least,
That’s what I’ve been told.
So, I channel my pain into rage.
So, come along with me.
And...

Embrace the hate!

Double standards
Fluctuate the mind.
Double standards
Keep us confined.
They tell us don’t cross the line.
They tell us everything is fine.
But we all know it’s a lie.
But conform, because society defines these supposed grey lines.
Making Carbon copies.
With plastered make-up.
It’s all about mr and ms dress up.
After all.
But it doesn’t fully hide what’s truly going on.
As it’s just a band aid to cover scars.
To cover up our pain.
To cover up our shame.
And these standards have truly distorted what a women should be.
Crooked ballerina’s,
All thinking they’re too broken to ever be repaired.
Thinking that they aren’t worth it.
But yet still chasing after that,
Diluted American Dream.
Where silver and gold can make everything ok.
Yet those who have it know that is a lie.
But yet still climb ladders,
Just to fall on one’s face.
Is it pride?
Or desperation?
Beauty standards sure defeat one’s confidence.
And fixed systems separate genders.
Not just in monetary terms but also sexist ones.
Don’t play with cars that’s for boys.
Stick to dolls.
Stick to house work.
Stick to...
You know what?
**** that *******!
For without women, men couldn’t keep being born.
For without women empathy would be dead.
And dictatorship would reign.
Without women,
I would be a orphan.
Because a woman raised this man.
And yes sometimes I fail to always see my privilege.
To not worry walking home at night.
To not worry about going out for drinks.
And I’m sorry for not listening your side of the story.
And I’m sorry that my gender objectifies you.
But I’ll stand by you.
Defend you and support you.
For untied we stand and divided we fall.

Only, only, only, only.
Used to be the one and only.
Grew up an only child.
Was raised by my momma.
Dad wasn’t really around.
For awhile.
And we patched things over.
And I do have half siblings from it.
And as far as I know I’m the oldest.
When I was the only, I can’t lie it did feel lonely.
Just had my imagination to console me.
Dreaming of gaming with a sibling.
Dreaming of family that wasn’t broken.
But dreams are just that.
And this is reality.
I could wish all I want but it wouldn’t change a thing.
The best I can do is be ok with how things are and make the most of it.
For family though broken can still be loved.
So, I savour the opportunity to be involved as best I can.
It may not be how I imagined.
It may not be perfect.
But what family is?
What family doesn’t fight?
Lie?
Cheat?
Or Steal?
But with every negative there is positive.
So, what family doesn’t...
Help when it counts?
Support you when your going through ****?
Or Cheer you on?
So, even if you’re an only child or not.
So, even if you feel lonely.
Family will be there if you need them.

Embers of fire cast out like ghosts.
As crickets chirp through the night.
Enjoying this time with you.
Under the moon.
Siping sweet nectar.
Reminiscing.
Kindred spirts intertwined.
Used to be lost.
Until I was found.
Was a monster.
Everyone always running out my life.
Was a monster.
Until you entered my life.  
And stayed.
But it was a different feeling for me.
I even tried to push you away.
Because I felt unworthy.
Because monsters can’t have happily ever afters.
At least that’s what I thought.
Isolated myself from relationships.
In my cave of despair.
Thought no one cared.
Until you entered my life.
Like a kindred spirit.
You understood me.
You didn’t fear me.
And that felt as refreshing as cold mountain water.
And as unlikely as it seems,
Not only did a beauty fall in love with this beast.
But a Beast fell in love with a beauty.
I thought a chance for love was extinguished.
But like embers of fire we were cast out like ghosts.
As crickets chirp through the night.
Enjoying this time with you.
Under the moon.
Siping sweet nectar.
Holding hands with you.
Embracing you.
When two kindred spirits become intertwined.
You know magic is still alive.
I used to be lost,
But then I was found.
And I’m glad you found me.
Believed me.
And helped me believe in love.

I’ve lost a piece of myself.
That I couldn’t recover.
A piece of me.
Taken away from a former lover.
What a weird feeling.
To be incomplete.
To be empty.
Without you next to me.
I know things haven’t always been peachy.
I know we both got angry.
I know you are over me.
But I can’t seem to get over you.
It doesn’t make sense.
I know that in my brain.
But my heart hasn’t got the memo.
But my heart wants you back.
And I’m conflicted,
Not knowing what to do.
It’s like a loss of self.
And these feelings can no longer stay on the shelf.
And I know you’re not ready to talk about it.
But I need to process my emotions.
For I’m tangled in this web.
Spiralling in my heart and head.
Over analyzing everything.
Overthinking everything.
What is wrong with me?
Why can’t I be free?
Of these feelings?
I’m not even sure how I truly feel about you.
When one moment I resent you and the next moment I long for you.
Is this love?
This can’t be love.
I don’t know what this is.
Maybe it’s because you were my first?
I don’t know.
For i’m just at a loss right now.
For one hand I want to save our love and what we had.
But also know that some love can’t ever be saved.