They telling me to go away, they tell me I too insane for this game, where do you want me to go? This is my land, ***** you aint having any of it, look whether genre it is I own it, just like I own you on this beat. So woe at the fact that I've only just started, building up my life like lego. Can't handle my truth or the pessimistic ambiguous narcissistically lyrics I keep hitting you with, time to change up the formula, and put it up with hashtags and send it as a tweet. Can't stand all these people with misogynistic mindsets, i'll set you up with gasoline and light a match at you and watch you burn down to hell. The world is such a swell thing, Jesus no where to be seen, what does it mean? End of the world, archangels creating pain; well that's if you believe that **** man, lie's keep coming; what is real, it's so hard to tell. Fiends behind the screens of life controlling us like puppets, we're so blind but we ignore it continuing  our lives watching shows that dumb us down like Mr.bean. Don't listen to me, I don't really know half of the things i'm saying on my tracks. What are these things you call facts, I'll just continue spitting my hysterical criticism of your ignorant view, with my strong stubborn opinions. I'll steal your knick knacks, because i'm whack, a quack, i'll poison your freshness with my negativity as soon as my words make contact. Cinnamon bun dumb dumbs, do you even know how to function by yourself, your just a minion of the governments dictatorial dominion.

Harsh brash winters storm through a forgotten town, wind and snow being the only thing you hear in the atmosphere. drew mist brings blinding fogs to the eyes of any unexacting wanderers. Summer has come and gone, gone is freedom from most responsibilities, gone are the ghost stories that keep me up at night. Winter is here!

welcome to classy productions, this is the beginning of my classy movement, so enjoy this ride with me, and please keep your bias opinions to yourself, thank you. Yeah started from the bottom unlike, I ain't no phoney fake, I have a for you all; spoiler alert it may be honest and hurt your ignorant minds. This is my interlude but we haven't been formally introduced, my name is classy j, it's my privilege to make some sick mind blowing rhymes just for you. Grew up in a broken home, only child all alone, yeah just me and my mom, if I could go back and change things I would, but life sadly life has no rewind. I only have the road in front of me, so I  chase it, trying to find out my destiny, trying to figure out the real me. Started life, grasping for life, I've been a fighter my entire life, because I don't take **** from others. Left with my ironic name, left with a messed up family, left to walk the darkness of life, trying so hard to see. Life happens man, humans are idiotic fiends, survival of the fittest in the war zone of life, no where to hide, no way to find cover. Bonafide native that has a talent for the creative, not an alcoholic, not some drug addict, but yet society and police doesn't seem to want to accept me yet. They tell me to go to nativia, quickly let's do some trivia, to see how really stupid you all are. Illegal genocidal aliens mad about other foreign aliens, natives were here first, so I don't want to hear you fret. If you don't like it leave, when become a discriminated minority, let me know about it the next time you go by my bar. You have no clue what true classiness is, because indigenous people still are alive  and are now ready to challenge your privileged view. We used to be quiet and contempt with taking all your lie's and *******, but now we are ready to fight for what we stand for, so beware the upcoming storm. You tried to **** us, you tried to make us white, but it didn't work out for you, government you may be ******, but we will no longer be your jews. This is reality, you've been warned, it doesn't need to become a race war, cause if it came to that, would you be prepared to combat against our final form. This is a real issue, that you can no longer hid in your dark past. It's time to stop your lie's, it's time for honesty, it's time for class, so sit your white assess down, because we are now in session. You lucky this is just an interlude, because I'm not close to being finished with you, you may not enjoy this, but I'm having a blast. Evidence all over the place, why go to court, when you should just tell your guilty confession. NO more half fast apologies and no changes being made after that? What is up with that? I ain't having that! No way to truly slice this issue cleanly, because I promise there will be some after math in this habitat you bunch of tardy cats.

RIZN is a place to be to chill out,
its a place for those to find what their asking questions about.
RIZN is a place to be to hang out,
its a place for those to talk and shout.
RIZN is a place to know about the Saviour,
man if you don't agree to that,
you better change your behaviour.
HE forgave you from your sins,
now you got God's favour.
RIZN is a place to meet new people,
now you can start a whole new sequel.
RIZN is a place to dance and sing,
to let the whole world know that you love the King.
RIZN is a place to play games,
its a place to read about people like Matthew, Mark, Luke, James.
RIZN is a place to learn from the experience of the leaders,
its a place to be ok with yourself everytime you look in the mirror,
without worrying about someone calling you a queerer,
RIZN is a place to tell others about your life story,
to one day be baptized in the main church for God's glory,
RIZN is a place to glow in the dark,
so it leaves you with a fun and impressing mark,
RIZN is a place were you can express your good opinion,
not make you into some zombie minion
RIZN is a place to expand your horizon to new views,
so your not some story in the breaking news.

Born to death, left in dread, not knowing if I'm alive or dead. Born with no bed to call my home, I was too busy struggling for my life in the ER room. That was just my beginnings, death wanted me bad, but don't worry I make it through it knowing life won't all be full of dread. Grew up with parents not being together, getting bullied at school, sometimes I just wish I got buried in some tomb. I used to look at life so positively, but with so much crap coming at me, Doctor Phil could easily write my own biography. Then junior high came, and that was a whole other thing entirely.  Man, I wish kids could just get home schooled those years, because then I may not have needed that psychiatry. Then finally high school came and prepared to my past experiences was so heavenly. Before school was like the hunger games, survival of the fittest was my only option. Sometimes I still find myself in survival mode, I'm scared that if I say do something wrong the past will strike back at me. So I just stay quiet like a monk, but **** me off I turn into the hulk or some volcano eruption. Wondering why life ******* me over, why people have to be cruel, finding out it doesn't get better as I get older, just wanting to finally be me in this supposed " land of the free." What I’ve realized is; that this country is a monotonous hellhole, home of people who pretend to be nice, because as it's all about our image. This is reality so I’ll just pretend that everything is right with the world, not looking at all the problems and crap not who I am supposed to be; which is me? I'm sorry that ain't me, I’m just so fricken tired of being herded by society like I'm some moronic sheep; conquered by the white privileged. Well baa baa black, brown, yellow, and red sheep have you any wool? No sir no sir it was all taken by the white sheep, why don't you ask them for some? Reality is the whites control everything no one can touch them without paying with your life, hope this truth open the eyes of those who are non-visual because it’s time to stop acting like ignorant fools. We need true equality, we need true freedom, we need change otherwise we stay oblivious to facts which is dumb, which we need to stay away from! This world is full off suppressive segregation, everything must be taken, ignore the horrifying facts of the past but rather let’s look towards the future. Well I would like to but the fact is we can’t because there will always be racism and violence, it’s has been put into our genetic tract since the beginning of time. Since we ate that forbidden fruit, since Kane killed his brother Abel, ******* to this barbaric nature to engrain it’s disease into our brains like a tumor. I guess it’s just human nature to be horrible killers looking for anything that can fill us for some sort of enjoyment like some kind of disturbing nursery rhyme.

Guns pointed at my head, freedom is dead! Violence happening everywhere, clouds of despair form over my head. World's collide into each other, got an addiction to lie's instead of looking at the facts. Fade to black, our brains have been hacked, they've been cracked, the dreams and goals we once had, we won't get back. Left to fill out our worthless life's with monotonous crap, can we take a nap, because becoming alice wasn't in my job description.  Mad people wearing hats, cats that disappear, white rabbits, I thought fairytales were fiction? Yet here I am, so high, I think i'm peter pan, free falling and flying in this messed up land. Inception is all I know, am I even awake at all, because ever thing used to look so amazing like Niagara falls, but now everything stings, it's like my eyes are full of sand. Has the world finally lost it, or have I?

People don't understand me, they treat me like i'm a disease, man they run away from me like I'm ***. They can't understand this mind, they are a waste of time, Imma be whoever I want to be, haters gonna hate and I haven't the time to listen to any of it. I am native, not ashamed for being who God created me to look or be, you are not my problem or my enemy. There are darker powers lurking in the night,  they try to create fright in me but I won't have any of it. Come at me, I don't really care, and I'm not scared, I fought my entire life, so what's one more battle supposed to do. I don't care if I die, and life is so sickening, I just want all this to be over, so I can be relaxing in eternity. Breathing in the poison, but it doesn't faze me, smelling the rot that was brought to this society to it's knees, putting us in cages as if it were a zoo. Animals we've become, monsters with cruel hearts, but there will be hope for those that truly believe.

Yeah, i'm walking in these streets, where there is violence and there is not enough to eat. Poverty stricken everyone is looking for their next fix and aboriginals get ticketed for being aboriginals. Life is full of despair, is there someone out there who cares, because rich snobs think they better, yeah they think they so neat. They couldn't even survive on welfare, or let alone survive in this hell hole, they to busy being political. Left side, right side, there doesn't seem to be a spectrum when people keep dying on these streets. It's a cold world with cold people to hot in themselves, if we all just came together we wouldn't even be in this mess. Crime is just a everyday thing, people cheat, people beat on each other, and it's not all about race but ignore me, shut me down, keep listening to your garbage beats. Governments control the world, we are all in the same boat, controlling us like they're some kind of doctoral Jesus to them we surrender and confess. Sorry I am not your puppet, government you may be the devil but I will not be your advocate. I will no longer let your lie's keep corrupting my mind, I am a self made man with a God given plan, so try to stop me, but the dice will no longer be in your hands. Hurt people in this hurt society, but all wounds can heal eventually, even something as catastrophic as this detriment. Walking down the road of pain, people trying to survive so bad they deemed insane, they've been detained, they've been banned, some try for a job but a lot get canned. Hard times in these rough neighbourhoods, and in reality there is no robin hood. Cold winters, scorching summers, begging for help, when about half of them will spend it on *****. Yeah, I see these things all the time as I walk down these streets, but there is organizations out there like hope mission that so some real good. So maybe there is some real hope after all, but we should do more for each other instead of just accusing and misusing.

Yeah they tried to shut me up, so they put me in a box to die;trying to brainwash me just like every other guy. I just want to be free, to be who I want to be, to bring up real issues that bother me. They say you should always be honest, except when you shouldn't be, a robot programmed to do their bidding, not even being allowed to cry. Well beep boub sorry that doesn't compute, they can try to stop me, but an outlaw never truly dies, fight to the last breath thats how imma be. A renegade for you, they say it doesn't matter what I say but when I say it I get into trouble. Words can be a double edged sword that can **** a person either way, you're ****** if you do, you're ****** if you don't, either way it's still a struggle. It's a grey world out there, nothing seems to want to go your way, and the only way out is when you're buried in a grave where you will eventually rot and decay. When will we see the light of day, when will this war be over, is there a chance for peace? To be free like the birds, to soar over problems that come across our way. I just want to be real eased from these shackles that keeps me from my destiny, to finally fill in the gap of my heart like a puzzle piece. To see generations prosper someday, because of the example we displayed every single day.

Heart broken, feelings all mixed up into my sad depression, swerving into so many obstacles, but it doesn't matter anymore. Friends gone, family gone, no one to love, no one to understand your pain and help lighten up your spirits. Just me, myself and I all isolated from this world filled with so much misery. Demons attack trying to make myself harm myself, because the pain is too unbearable to handle by myself. No one to hold me up, higher powers have deserted me, and i'm stuck with these ill thoughts messing up this once positive mind. Oh, how I want my heart mended back together, but is it possible with so many pieces missing from the puzzle. Is there a hope? Is there a solution for my predicament? Or am I ******* to dig deeper and deeper for this supposed purpose for my life.

The snow falls in silent flakes, green baby leaves off pliable branches shudder under the unfamiliar weight. The light fluffy cold that grips so tightly, which slips out of sight, lost in crisp wilderness of this winter wonderland. Shimmering, glistening, dreaming of spring long past, now it's winter time, time to warm up in the bar and order a flask. Children sleep with dreams of summer, is no one going to tell them that summer doesn't exist in this wasteland? Dreams, hopes, desires drift from here to that other place where it is warm and life reaches to the warm sun. Will summer ever return; this is as true as the ice that formed on the lake. The seeds, carefully prepared, labeled, and bagged were the promise of next year's crops. Days are filled with keeping the wood stove flaming- cutting logs, splitting, carrying, this fire that they desire. Huddled in bed, keeping warm with fire and flask counting the time until the blizzard snow melts. The sun reappears, the fields uncovered for belated planting, hope springs through eternity, spring arrives at last.

Bitter at the world, bitter at life, bitter negative miserable unfair life. How is a man supposed to be positive when the **** hits the fan. Sorry for himself, sorry that he even tried to keep on breathing, sorry that he can't express any feeling. Selfish and arrogant, can't see past the tunnel, too bitter to look at the good, rather he looks at his past and present circumstances. Doesn't believe he'll have a better future,people say God has a plan for his life, but he would rather sulk in the darkness, instead of looking in the light.  Truth is he has lost faith, he has lost hope, he needs help from something to cope.  It's hard to get rid of bitterness when you've been in it so long, only the strong survive, so he needs to come along. Otherwise the only road left is the one to destruction , which will eventually lead to death. My advise is don't become the bitter man, stay on the good path, never lose track of who you are.

Cold world, with a gold lust, with a heart stuck in the darkness of greed. There is no escape from the envious world. Greed is good, they said, but everyone accepted that the reality was something else. They, the inhabitant stirred as the search for the other had begun. What existed before was forgotten, buried in a past, buried away which was accepted as a good thing. For most, the impulse; the need to have others feel one another's need was elfish as well- can't they feel what I need?" Can't they know what I am thinking? All they do is think of themselves! Those who I have hired to invest my earnings for me, then they go and spend my profit for their own profit. How dare they take a slice for themselves, rob me from what was mine. What kind of deal is this? Cruelty begets cruelty, I guess this world and I have one thing in common we are a disease!

They had a policy in the school, which was simple; silence in class when you hear a harmonica. It worked: every class, and every hallway, there was silence. The name was blacked out-expelled, no, found "incapable" as he refused to be silent when the teacher sounded the single note on the harmonica. Incompatible, is what they called it when a student was removed without the formalities of expulsion. What no one knew was that the tone of the single harmonica note filled him with dread. It took him right back to that terrible day, that he's tried so hard to block out of his mind. To block the painful memories, all he could think to do whenever the note pealed out in class was to start screaming loudly in an attempt to down it all. Loudly saying anything, whatever came to his mind. Which is why he was expelled with "incompatibility", it was just so unfair, so now while the rest of his classmates set in classrooms he set in the park across the street. Wondering what to do, wondering how soon the news of his "incompatibility" would reach his uncle. With all this going on, no one bothers to ask why he is like this. A rebel kid, always misunderstood, just some ****** scoundrel, a poor boy with no parents to teach him; being left with a drunk and abusive uncle. He knows he can't go to that cruel home, so he just walks with no where to go, suspended from life and expelled by the world. Now a man left with a bunch of regrets from all his bad mistakes, no one wants to hear his apology, they would rather him rot in that prison cell.

Dusk, he thought, is the best time for ******. The city was a perfect backdrop for the perfect crime, no one will ever suspected me the person grinning with a silent sinister pleasure. People think I am the perfect nice guy, but in reality I am death, every situation that comes my way gets destroyed. I try not to but it has implemented itself within my once purified soul. Nice guy I may have been at one time but that guy has been dead for along time. Now it's just me and this sinister mind, I have lost all feeling to do anything nice or true. My heart is dark, all because of you, you made me the monster I am. I was taught about how all lives are equal and decided that was a lie, because this world is not fair some are treated better than others. People will try to make themselves seem purer than how they really are, like they are some angel in mortal flesh. It was the man upstairs job to destroy them all, but he doesn't see the things I see, maybe he sees the good in them like he might have in me. I am a stranger, no one would miss me, and if they do, it no longer matters. All the better for me, more pain to spread and create for others, it's like a paycheck. Payback to a society that has kicked me when I was down , a society that has corrupted me too turn evil. I sometimes wish I could go back to how I used to be, but there is no going back. Back when dark clouds were clear and outside was sunny, when joy was evident, when things were simpler.

Oh life so confusing, and this crazed mind of mine can't seem to take it anymore, why can't things be like how they were going so long ago. Moving through these steps to make it back to I once was, on my feet ready to take on the world again. Fate can try to take me out but I won't let it, I am the master of my own destiny.  I started from the bottom, time to make my way to the top, alone with my thoughts to create history. Classy J  is the name time to claim fame for me and for no one else, this my life, time to make the most of this ****.  Misery and depression still trying to seep into my soul but I have bigger things to keep my eye on, because I deserve my prize. It's time to take my life back, that society has taken away, it's time to take off my mask and be me.

Torn apart, convinced I have lost my heart because I just don't care anymore! Fed up with people, fed up with myself, fed up with religion, fed up with all. Can't deny God, because of my past experiences but now I don't now how to feel about the this big G in the sky.  Should I leave and lose myself in the society that has corrupted this once innocent mind, these eyes that were subliminally blinded from the horrors of this poisonous world. So now I'm just stuck on this picket fence not knowing which side to take. I know what the scriptures say, that a lukewarm man will get spat out of God's mouth, but my question is why I have to experience this ****** life and be expected to sacrifice it to some guy picking his nose not doing anything for me. I apparently I have some real big purpose, so is that why I have to experience the crap I'm still trying to get out. Why couldn't have I just died? I know that's bad to say, but **** I have lost almost all my faith in hope for a good life.

Smash, slash, and if you're a noob you spam. Video Games the most interactive experience ever, it brings out the best and worst out of all of us. Combos and controls to study, instead of trying to study for an upcoming test. Some people say video games turns your brain into mush, but studies show that video games actually help people in the real world. Oh how I love video games they let me experience things outside can't, and even though movie versions of games aren't that good, I never usually get disappointed with sequels. Video games create more than fun times, they have also helped create my identity. So thank you video games for making me who I am.

looking back at the way my path I once walked, blood and pain everyone was worried I had gone insane, but I'm alive and still just as messed up. No path I can find anymore, It's ok though I like to walk life blind because then that way I find myself in the best and weirdest situations. Future used to look so bright and ideal but I keep falling short, thinking I'm not worth it, and counselling doesn't help because I'm too angry about life, man I'm just so fed up. Lost with my lonely thoughts, no one understands me, stuck in the mud of my ****** nation. Where do I go, what can I say to get outta this situation I am in right now? Everything is crashing all around me, I have lost my way, is there hope for me someday?Am I just confused? Maybe I'm just a bomb that desperately needs to be diffused, but no one can help me so I just blow up than people want to help me, but they are too late. Did God make a mistake? I don't know anymore too stuck in my illness, or maybe I'm just to full of pride to bow?  Or maybe I'm onto something here, what if this life is some kind of messed up conspiracy, I feel like such a pinocchio a slave to everything that holds me, maybe it's fate? Everything is crashing all around me, I'm just so stuck in my ways man, don't you see that I need help? All I know is at this moment I'm stuck, and nothing seems to want to pull me out, abandoned by those I thought had my back. Now I'm crashed out,burned out, caught in this harsh reality, stuck with this grim desire to make everyone feel my misery. People don't seem to understand, they just put me in the corner with a dunce cap on my head. A deranged child, looked at like some diseased trout, bitterly oozing trickery that turns into tragedy, born with this illness but not getting any sympathy. Everything seems to be crashing all around me, I've fallen down, stuck in this anomaly, I just long to be free.

Born to death, left in dread, not knowing if I'm alive or dead. Born with no bed to call my home, I was too busy struggling for my life in the ER room. That was just my beginnings, death wanted me bad, but don't worry I make it through it knowing life won't all be full of dread. Grew up with parents not being together, getting bullied at school, sometimes I just wish I got buried in some tomb. I used to look at life so positively, but with so much **** coming at me, Doctor Phil could easily write my own biography. Then junior high came, and that was a whole other thing entirely.  Man,I wish kids could just get home schooled those years, because then I may have not needed to get that psychiatry.  Then finally high school came and prepared to my past experiences was so heavenly. Before school was like the hunger games, survival of the fittest was my only option. Sometimes I still find myself in survival mode, I'm scared that if I say do something wrong the past will strike back at me. So I just stay quiet like a monk, but **** me off I turn into the hulk or some volcano eruption. Wondering why life ******* me over, why people have to be cruel, finding out it doesn't get better as I get older, just wanting to finally be me in this supposed " land of the free." What i've realized is; that this country is a monotonous *****, home of people who pretend to be nice, because as we all know it's all about our **** image. This is reality so i'll just pretend that everything is right with the world, not looking at all the problems and crap, and not be who I am supposed to be; which is being me? I'm sorry that ain't me, I'm  just so ******* tired of being herded by society like I'm some ******* sheep; conquered by the white privileged. Well baa baa black, brown,yellow, and red sheep have you any wool? No sir no sir it was all taken by the white sheep, why don't you ask them for some? Reality is the whites control everything no one can touch them without paying with your life, hope this truth open the eyes of those who are non-visual because it’s time to stop acting like ignorant fools. We need true equality, we need true freedom, we need change otherwise we stay oblivious to facts which is dumb, which we need to stay away from! This world is full off suppressive segregation, everything must be taken, ignore the horrifying facts of the past but rather let’s look towards the future. Well I would like to but the fact is we can’t because there will always be racism and violence, it’s has been put into our genetic tract since the beginning of time. Since we ate that forbidden fruit, since Kane killed his brother Abel, ******* to this barbaric nature to engrain it’s disease into our brains like a tumor. I guess it’s just human nature to be horrible killers looking for anything that can fill us for some sort of enjoyment like some kind of disturbing nursery rhyme

overcame death, overcame adversity, overcame animosity, overcame monotony, overcame everything that came at me. Underdog since the beginning, no one ever would have bet on me making it, that's probably why I did make it. I don't need help, I don't need your approval, I don't need anything, because I am the only one who can deal with me. Abandoned, betrayed, been a slave to society, I done with all of that, I am my own man. Haters are always going to hate, can't please everyone, and i'm ok with that. I overcome, I don't quit or give up with life, because it's just too exhausting.

Always there to care for me, since the beginning, I wouldn't have survived without you, If it wasn't for you I could possibly be in a foster home all alone. I am who I am because of the things you have taught me. I could've been on the streets, I could've been a whole other ***, I could've have been in the grave. Mom without you I would be lost, so thank you mom for being there for me through thick and thin. I am so grateful for everything, and on mother's day and your birthday is when I really get to express how am feeling about how awesome you are. I know we've had our up's and down's but we always make-up, cause we are all we got. Thank you again mom and HAPPY MOTHER'S Day!

politics, teachers in school, parents all of it is bafflegab to me. I run my own life, don't need anybody to tell me who I should be. Lie's and conspiracies have corrupted this once great society into todays monotony. Bafflegab everywhere, propaganda in the air, what matters to others doesn't mean anything to me. Why do people watch that trash called the kardashians or justin bieber, third world countries are dying but we are to busy with our drama, have we truly lost our humanity?

Oh sleepless night, why are your eyes red? Oh sleepless night, why do you gasp every time you close your eyes? Oh sleepless night, why are you paranoid? Oh sleepless night, oh sleepless night has all the sheep died, because you only see a fence without sheep to count? Oh sleepless night, do you want to talk about it? Oh sleepless night, why do you talk to yourself, have you finally lost it? Oh sleepless night, I think you have and I think I know why! Oh sleepless night, we are one, so really I'm just asking myself these questions. Oh sleepless night, was it because I heard my dad beating my mom? Oh sleepless night is it because I had a baby sitter that sexually assaulted me? Oh sleepless night, is it because after the baby sitter was asleep I killed him? Oh sleepless night,  Oh sleepless night, is it because I get bullied at school? Oh sleepless night, what do I have in my hand right now? Oh sleepless night, I tell you the truth I'm done with you. Oh sleepless night, Oh sleepless night, all it would take is a simple click...click...Boom!!!

Wrath transforms from Rage
Anger fuels the Rage
Death comes with Vengeance
Sadness comes to survivors
Pain creates the Anger
Which fuels the Rage, which transforms into Wrath, which brings Death that causes Vengeance. That co-exists with Sadness and Pain which is constantly repeated throughout history. That has got us where we are today, Survivors in a injured world

Broken winged, broken hearted, broken life.
Heart broken, life full of pain and anger.
But your still standing for you were broken but have healed and mended.
Now you fly alongside your friends and family, free to be yourself.
Can't change the past, only going ever further into the future.
Some may call you a pest, a vermin, but I say you're smart and awesome.
Through thick and thin, facing anything that comes at us.
Soaring high above the wind into the heavens.
Knowing that your never alone for you have really good friends.
Friends that will always be at your side, till the end.

Eyes full of wonder and amusement,
Heart of gold and love,
Lips of mystery and romance,
Ears as good as an owl or elephant,
Deep consuming desire I have for thee,
You are the piece of my heart that I never knew I had,
When I'm with you mountains seem like hills,
And the rivers feel like oceans,
You are truer than a loyal knight to a king,
You're more smart than any other human being in the universe,
You are perfect in every sense of the word,
When I see you my heart beats faster than the speed of sound.

Tragedy begets normality, lost in the darkness, till your brought back to the light. Failures and guilt will surpass I promise, I wasn't always there, but I'm here now. Life is cruel but you  can fight it because your a fighter, legend or fact it doesn't matter because we are free. Twists and turns to wind up here today, it's weird that it is so clear here but was blurry yesterday. It's funny how time goes by so fast when you really look at it. It feels like a unreal dream but yet it is reality, family and friends till the end, stories to tell for generations till we meet our end.

Society a failure in the highest so sad whats going on, death, ******, racism, sexism,etc. Are we supposed to just live and die or is there more to this life? Dumping garbage on 3rd world countries, why don't we just shoot it out into outer space like Futurama. Plastic is going to be the end of us, oil is going to ruin our water, but no one really cares. We just to busy with us, entitled people we have become. Got are head so far up our own *** that we don't see the reality we are living in. Are we destined to destroy one another? Are we destined to live out a monotonous life? I just don't know any more.

Going hard since 97, i've almost died so many times, can't take my life away. Haters hating on me since kindergarden, abandoned by a father, poor but not to bad. Getting rejected by every group there is, left to be with all my thoughts in my messed up head. Counselling, church, tried it all, now I'm just caught up in a monotonous life where everything is the same. I feel like i'm going insane, but I am not broken. Life tries so hard to hurt me, but it just makes me stronger then ever. Now nothing will get in my way, cause I'll just walk right through it.

Through pastures, through dreams, through journeys, throughout time. Lost in limbo, no where to go for all I know it could be a eternity, but I think it would be quicker for me to lose my mind. Thats if I haven't already lost my mind. NOw I wait for something or someone to come and get me from this HELL!

Big world tiny people left to find out why were here
Psychos', revolutionary's, reactionary's, anarchy
Fighting each other, this is one mad world
Money is power and power is control but it doesn't last long
There is always a fall, pride is destroyed
What is truth, does it even exist?
Have many theories and ideologies but what should we believe
What does it mean to believe? What is a feeling? How do we know what it is? Have many questions but no answers or so we know if we know anything at all. Is it all some conspiracy or is life just something that can't truly be processed because we only use 10% of it.

for the problem isn't you
but we both know that isn't true
for we been together forever
but now we have disagreements
we been fighting for so very long
we used to be so strong
but we are broken and did wrong
so for now so long
and good luck for a future with someone

Field of dreams, stories untold, memories to come to be cherished.
Pipelines clogged with muck and grease, waste everywhere, its spilling in the streets. lie's and deception, are we truly free? Garbage city, dumping waste on country's that are not our own, it's not a fictional story or movie anymore. But we are so got up in the good life, should we get this or that, then we get bored of it and throw it away. But have you thought about where it goes, or how those things get made? Its the one of the reasons why third world country's are poor and in pain.  We take for granted everything that comes our way, greed is a dangerous thing. It makes it more about you than anybody else, the person you want to help is yourself. But don't worry we still got time, we have to change quick or our entire world will die.

Burdened, afflicted, addicted, caught up in thoughts of somebody's affection. Heart broken, life wasted, pain is the only thing left to hold onto. Why or is there even an answer? Had plans, had dreams, but now there faded only in my memories. Brain dead, living lifeless for the rest of what we call life. Price of addiction is a deadly one.

A world of possibilities, chosen to save the universe. There will be road blocks, and their will be failures as long as you keep fighting the battle, I promise it'll be worth it. Friends are hard to keep, but much harder to find, how badly do you want to see them again? Growing up may be fun but it also comes with more responsibility, can you handle that. The battle between light and dark is a hard battle to fight, do you have the strength to last another night? What if it was all for nothing? What if things don't go back to what they used to be? Can you live with that burden? We shall see!

From the ground is where I begun, living in the slums of the ghetto. Grew up on the tupac's and biggie's, hip-hop was the life, survival of the fittest was the only way you could live. Ya gun shots clacking bang bang, brothers gone, cousins gone, everybody lying down in this ****** town. Strange clouds puff puff, popping molly's doing them Ollie's on my skate board, young wild free this is how I be. Hard times, grinding in the clubs, drunk minds all doing things religious people deem evil. I said it all, I've done it all, there's not much left to do, yeah cause rolling with honnies in the lambo's gets so tiring after a while. Yeah i roll in the dough but yet I don't feel whole, left with just misery, all alone in a place that doesn't feel like my kind of home. Hard times to fame, to feeling lame, I don't know what I can do I just so bored mane.

love runs down the river of life
rebuke these rivers of love for all it brings is pain
worlds and realms all collapse because of love
hatred darkening moods and souls of men
hardening even the most somber of man's hearts
how it saturates our conscience, to do things the mind can't control
leaving all in misery and woe
inundating all of society till it crashes down
what is the meaning of love and hate bearing down on our emotions
leaving us in dangerous states

Who truly resembles the old, unslacked time that defines the young.
Meritocracy redefined in the mind of everyone.
Long wasted was the efforts of men and women alike.
Caught up in diversions and illusions, lost in all the confusion.
Pear shaped, apple shaped, shaped through the eyes of the beholder.
Avarice in misers hearts that overlooks the poor and the broken.
Every women with a little verditure in their hearts.
Hearts of wicked and deceit devouring all.
Transgression falling down not far behind it.

Man why is so hard for people to acknowledge me, why is it so hard to say thank you every now and then. I don't want some brass ring and a parade, i just want two simple words, "thank you". Respect is earned not taken, same as anything else, its the untold law in society. Why don't we appreciate other people, a lot of them had to sacrifice a lot to accomplish something. Respect is not given easily, it is not something that is bought, for the people who say they respect you really just want your money or something else. That is not true respect, respect comes from hardships but sometimes it is not, sometimes its through acts of kindness, sometimes its doing the extra. Respect can be two simple words, "thank you".

connected through pain, connected through joy, connected through love,
we are connected through experiences. Strength is not hiding who you are, you are with friends, they are going to judge you. That's what true friends are for, they see you for who you really are and they still are there for you. Because your connected, because through the thick and thin, you'll be there for each other. Trust is not gained until it is earned, loyalty is not something that is weak between true friends, it is something that grows gradually over time. True friends forever, till the end of time!

caught in a whirl wind  of deception, the truth is revealed
caught in a tight spot, with no where to run
lost is your honour, lost is your trust
from highs to lows, with shame showing from head to toe
now your all alone, for this is the price of deception

Running along side the river flowing every so elegantly. Crisp crunchy leaves falling down from the trees. Grass so green and smelling like the sweet honey of bee's. Sky so blue, sun so bright going down ever so gently. So peaceful, with the sounds of birds chirping. I arrive at my home, ***** and tired from having so much fun. I get cleaned up and then I go downstairs for some soup, all the while getting reminded not to slurp. This is the country life and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The darkness inside all us creeps in
Seeping into our souls darkening it ever so darker
Foul, with rotten stench so intense
How fast it takes hold, how long before it lets go
How long will this torment stop attacking me
How I long for the light which renews my sight
How I long to not have any fright cause I know that with the light I am alright
How long till I have peace, how long will it be till I have rest
But for now I am stuck into the darkness searching for my hope
But for now I am searching for courage
But for now I am searching for the light to bring me to life

Oh Hamlet, what a troubled life you had in the end
How cruel, How sad, How fast was your life
I still can't believe you are gone, my dear lord and friend
You bravely avenged your father and this kingdom's honour
To be or not to be, noble Hamlet our friendship was like honey to bee's
Oh my wretched soul, does ache for your quick dismissal
I don't know how your true self stayed sane in all the insanity
Your story shall live on through time, that this deed may not come again
You were like a brother to me and I to you
May your soul find heaven along with your great father
It hurts to much to say goodbye, so for now adieu till I see thee again.

I close my eyes as the needles goes in my neck, but it is no longer painful
it is normal, but am I normal. I jump off buildings onto roofs, I shot a friend in the head, I left my old faction, I am Divergent. I don't know why I don't care at the sight of a injured or killed enemy, probably because they deserve it! I never thought I would be a leader but I am, I never thought I would see my family again, mind you all I have left is my brother. I am not alone but still I feel alone, I don't understand everything but I do understand revenge and thats what I am going to get. I am Divergent! I am danger!

A word can become a sentence
A word can be used as a word fragment
A word can become a story with a bunch of twists and turns
A word can become emotions
A word can become life or death
A word doesn't always have to be used in present tense
A word is a powerful thing

Surviving a War that doesn’t seem to end, bombing and sniping all around. This is the real story in a book called “ The Cellist Of Sarajevo”, where three characters emerge to face this adversity head on.  You have Arrow once a innocent young girl, now trained assassin to **** her targets without making a sound. Then you got Kenan a person who risks his life to fetch water for his family and others in need, no matter if it weighs a ton. Finally you have Dragan the person hard to explain, he just does what he needs to do, he will come to not care about the dangers of the outside, because he will control his own destiny. Each of them has their place in the race to survive this cruel onslaught from the men on the hills weaponry.

new year, making merry cheer
making many resolutions, that will probably be broken
drinking many beers, louder and louder we are till we can no longer hear
new years the time to start a new you
new years the time to celebrate the beginning of a new year to come

long journey ahead, but it will be worth it in the end
finding what you've been looking for all this time
many routes to choose from, decisions decisions
looking and waiting for some kind of sign
through the fires and the storms
when we make it to the end, we will celebrate with some whine!