Heart shaped moon.
Baby it’s true.
Yes it’s true, it’s true.
My love is as big as the moon.
Baby it’s true, it’s true.
That I’m in love with you.
I can’t believe.
Oh, I can’t believe.
That some days.
I’m with you.
Baby it’s true.
Yes it’s true, oh it’s true.
I’m in love with you.
Dreaming of the moon.
Where I was with you.
Dreaming of the moon.
Kissing you.
Soft comfort consumes me.
Butterflies surround me.
Is this what love is?
I’ve always heard about it.
But never once believed it.
Never once believed someone could love me.
Especially when for the longest time I didn’t even love me.
I was scared of being hurt.
Because I’ve been hurt before.
I was afraid of the future.
To have a child.
To fall out of love.
To take that next step.
Down that aisle.
Awaiting you.
In that white dress.
Looking happy.
Happy to be with someone like me.
You could’ve chosen anyone.
But you chose me.
It’s like a dream.
Is this make believe?
Is this what love is?
For me and love never saw eye to eye.
I was about to give up.
But then I saw you.
And you saw me.
Your eyes that pierced my heart.
Like Cupid’s arrow.
Never thought I would ever feel something.
Something where words can’t fully describe.
It’s like looking at the moon.
Sitting next to you.
If this is love, I hope it never ends.
Dreaming of the moon.
Where I first met you.
Dreaming of the moon.
Kissing you.

I’ve had doubts.
Hoping they weren’t true.
I’ve had doubts.
With you.
It started out awhile ago.
But I didn’t have proof.
At that time.
My mind was to focused on other things.
I should’ve seen.
The clues that came my way.
But love blinded me
And My trust misguided me.
Misguided by your illusions.
Convinced me it’s all a delusion.
And there is no need for suspicion.
Why do I always have to learn these hard lessons?
But I believed you.
Because I wanted to make it work.
Because pulling the band-aid would’ve hurt.
But if I could go back I would’ve ripped if of then.
The moment I found out my son wasn’t actually my kid.
****.
No doubt.
I should’ve listened to my doubts.
Do you understand the pain I felt?
My heart has become a jigsaw.
Don’t you have any guilt?
And my mind has become a see-saw.
Can I ever be rebuilt?
For right now I’m not just at a loss of words.
I’m lost at sea.
But even the sea won’t carry me.
So I’m drowning.
Going deeper to the depths.
As deep and dark as my depression.
This is my new home.
This is where you left me.
So all I have to ask now is...
Are you happy?

Unsure on what to do,
Unsure on what to say,
Before you go,
On your way.
A way apart from me.
Wish I could count the times,
We almost said goodbye.
I thought I changed.
I thought wrong.
That is true.
My life’s a zoo.
Caged in like a monster.
But I don’t mind.
Because for All my life that’s how I’ve been defined.
And I can’t lie,
When I say I don’t deserve sum of it.
But  six warning shots to the head and back man.
That’s more than just corporal punishment.
It’s astonishing that I’m still around.
Like a holy cow please don’t eat me.
Ripping me apart with all them critiques.
Yet we stuck through it.
Yet you keep me going.
Instead of throwing in the towel.
You gave me the courage to keep on my dark night cowl.
But now,
When things are going great.
And I admit I made one big mistake.
That’s on me.
But baby don’t you see.
I’m not complete without you there for me.
And right now I’m alone,
Next to the phone.
Hoping it rings,
And this fall can turn back into spring.
Thinking of the things I would say to get you back,
But I’m,
Unsure on what to do,
Unsure on what to say,
Before you go,
On your way.
A way apart from me.
Wish I could count the times,
We almost said goodbye.
You thought I had changed.
You thought wrong.
That is true.
I was unfaithful to you.
Free from my cage.
Where you can fly far far away.
But you don’t mind.
Because all your life you struggled with how you were defined.
And you would try to hide,
Yeah you would try to lie,
That you were doing fine.
But we both knew there was something between the lines.
And I guess I pushed to hard,
And you kept your heart on guard,
And I guess you and I got tired of it,
And we were over each other even before we actually split.
I guess love can quit.
I guess words can stick.
Stick right through our hearts.
I think I would prefer getting ******.
For that would only break my bones.
Because right now there is a hole in our souls.
That I tried to fill by cheating.
I wasn’t thinking.
You were at your mothers,
And I was out drinking.
I know that’s no excuse.
But I hoped we find a truce.
Instead of all this heartache.
And I wish I had the rights words to say,
But I’m,
Unsure on what to do,
Unsure on what to say,
Before you go,
On your way.
A way apart from me.
Wish I could count the times,
We almost said goodbye.
But today it looks like goodbye is the only option.

Skipping stones in my lake of memories.
Angling each shot.
Like how my grandpa showed me.
Reflecting on my past.
Thinking about the future.
Skipping stones.
Seeing how far I can get.
Enjoying the silence.
Enjoying the breeze.
That brushes gently across my face.
The colour of leaves blanket the ground.
With these stones skipping over water being the only sound.
Enjoying the moment.
What a great day for a day off.
A day off from stress.
A day off to rest.

Got lost in the tavern,
Alcohol tendencies becoming patterns.
Sipping, tripping, brawling just like my family matters.
Young kid bruised and battered.
By father.
Got asked if I want to talk about it once.
I said don’t bother.
Now I’m that drunken father.
****.
But I forget that fact as soon as I grab another bottle.
Drowning my pain.
Hoping it all goes away.
But it never does.
Telling my son that he won’t understand my pain.
But then again.
I’m never around.
I’m never sober.
I’m always angry.
And that anger gets transferred.
Into my life and relationships.
Just like my dad.
Who said I didn’t understand his pain.
But I did feel pain.
Every day he wasn’t there.
So maybe you do understand.
And I like my dad I wasn’t listening.
I’ll try to get clean.
But it’s difficult.
And right now I just can’t let go.
But I’ll take those 12 steps to help me let go.

Misplaced love,
Thought you were sent from above,
Misplaced love,
Oh lord, What do I do?
When I got misplaced love with you!
I got that misplaced love, why didn’t I notice before?  
For when I first noticed you, my heart went up and soared.
Never has that really happened to me before.
And I knew you felt the same when we were on the dance floor.
Vibing to the beat.
So, close you could feel the heat.
That it didn’t matter to me that you had two left feet.
Because your smile was so sweet.
After that we hanged everyday,
Talked or texted each other every day.
Seeing you made my day.
But we were both broken,
We were both too young to be dating.
We were both faking.
In a way we both had misplaced love.
****.
Misplaced love,
Thought you were sent from above,
Misplaced love,
Oh lord, What do I do?
When I got misplaced love with you!
Hoping for something we could never grasp.
Hoping for something that wouldn’t last.
But our raft called love was bound to crash.
And burn.
But every candle burns out eventually.
I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.
But I’m glad we got to play make believe.
Because it made me see.
The darker aspects of me.
The ones where most don’t usually get to  see.
And now I have a chance to work on my demons in order to be free.
To become a better man, and more deserving.
Of a love that isn’t misplaced.

I remember when I became interested in this rap ****,
I was in elementary, specifically grade 6.
Knew about it before then but I didn’t like it.
Was a metal head that listened to the classics.
From tfk to guns and roses.
But then I heard real lyrics from a rapper who struggled just like you and me.
Who rapped about his life on the streets.
A man who was once homeless to becoming a two time Grammy nominee.
The one and only Fresh I.E.
It made me see what rap could be,
Where one can to tell people about their stories.
After that I did some researching.
Learning about flow, syllables and about timing.
Listening to the 116 clique while practicing my writing.
Everyday for the longest time, rap was the only thing I was breathing.
And around that time I was also struggling and angry about everything.
So, I transferred that into my lyrics which was so refreshing.
It was like my own personal therapy.
Where I could use profanity.
Which ironically shifted from my upbringing.
Which was centred in Christianity.
So, I needed a name that conveyed this new personality.
That was a mixture of good and evil known also as a duality.
Which originally was the name Don Richmon.
But I decided that wasn’t the name of a villain.
So, I took a route a little bit more classy.
And I knew I needed a gimmick to match this new personality.
So,I got myself a suit and a top hat.
And chose to rap about controversial topics that would get me some push back.
But as a minority I couldn’t just sit back.
And keep having these privileged ******* stay on the attack.
Using my freedom of speech as the ultimate payback.
And sometimes they get offended, but hey Im just spitting the facts.
Your just mad that now your the ones with the guns to your backs.
Because it’s about time to get rid of the plaque.
And you best know Classy J is up for the task.

Masked enigma.
Villain or foe.
Personality like a Deus ex machina,
Yet the crowd cheers for more.

Human turned into tin.
Who knew popularity could be so grim?
Longing years to be here now,
But as they say heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Regrets linger.
Things left unsaid.
Grabbing a device with his fingers.
Pop goes the weasel along with the trigger.

Sleep dear child.
Sleep and find rest.
Don’t worry dear child.
It’ll be ok.
Though my heart is broken.
And tears cloud my face.
Remember those days.
Of sunrise and peace.
Where we could smile.
Where we could laugh.
When things made sense.
And we had plans.
Before tragedy struck.
The day my heart was plucked.
And has become a thorn.
Where I’m left remembering the first time,
The time I held you in my hands,
The time you brought back your arts and crafts,
The time you went on the bus all by yourself.
The times I wish would always last.
But now I’m here on Sunday mass.
Wearing black.
A colour as dark as my soul.
That grows cold.
Like your hands are now.
I wish I could hear you laugh.
I wish I could hear you cry.
One last time.
But for now you sleep.
Like an unending lullaby.
But don’t you worry.
Don’t you fret.
I’ll never forget.
The moments we had left.
Where you said.
Daddy, it’ll be ok.
Please don’t cry.
This isn’t goodbye.
I’ll see you again.
Where sunshine never leaves.
A place of constant peace.
Where worries don’t exist.
A place to find some rest.
So, sleep dear father.
Sleep and find some rest.
Don’t worry about me.
It’ll be ok.
Though your heart is broken.
And your soul is shaken.
Remember those days.
Of sunshine and peace.

Whispered winds, feathers gliding over hills.
Tulips bloom under the moon.
A moon so blue.
Sun where are you?
It’s been a day.
I’m left In the dark.
Nightmares bringing night terrors.
Like a cold grip when nobody’s around.
Tossing and turning.
Overthinking all of it.
Winds that were once whispering are now yelling.
Feathers turning into scales of a dragon.
Is this Armageddon?
Then it dawned on me.
And evil was dispersed.
Sun has come to my rescue.
And I fall asleep, knowing I’m safe.

Started out doubtful,
Lost at sea like my boy fievel,
Partying every night yet I was spiteful,
Mouth full of things yet was not thankful.
Always wanting more,
Yeah I was a carnivore,
Was so rich yet so poor.
Had everything yet was empty to the core.
Smiles as phony as some real fake doors.
Hoping one day I would be on the Forbes.
For I yearned for the illusion of grandeur.
For I was tired,
Tired of being barred,
Barred from what society deemed popular,
But popularity only has so much allure,
It certainly is not a cure.
In fact I would say it’s more of a cancer.
That becomes as obsolete as a blockbuster.
And I can no longer be an actor.
Faking smiles and shaking hands with gators.
Or Catering to dictators,
For I’m an innovator,
A lyrical operator.
And a educator,
That spits lyrics with high energy like a particle accelerator.
Yeah I am unlike the rest of yawl common denominators.
U gotta understand,
Ain’t no way to truly comprehend,
What it is like to come from nothing,
And make it into something.
Yet still remembering,
Where one came from.
When one barely had any income.
Gotta stay humble man,
Because tomorrow it could all disappear fam.

Alright look.
I know I started off as a villain, with my head stuck up in the ceiling.
Yeah I was fiending.
And under the control of demons.
Can’t lie I was a heathen.
Struggled since day one, was blue in the icu, doctors doing everything to get me breathing.
Me and momma was once on welfare, with rice being the only thing we could afford homie.
Some days I can’t lie that I was wishing every day that I would suddenly drop and die.
Because use for the longest time,
Life wasn’t worth living.
Grew up with gifts that defy all reason.
Thinking I was some demon.
Used to have faith that could split the red seas wide open.
But I grew up broken.
Clouded in anger and resentment,
That lead to unhealthy habits for coping.
Spent years wasted wallowing in my depression.
I was so suicidal man,
It’s like I was imprisoned.
Unable to process all of my emotions.
Which lead to over analyzing everything, and constantly stressing.
But too prideful for suggestions to get me out of my dismal settings.
Always second guessing.
Wondering if God created the wrong person to complete his vision.
Why was I given this mission?
Why do I have to learn these tough lessons.
For I’ve been bullied,
I’ve been beaten,
Ive been abandoned,
Betrayed and defeated.
Yet I’m still standing.
Yet I’m still breathing.
I even once Had a knife to my heart,
Believed that everything was falling apart,
Wrote a goodbye letter and everything.
But my mother helped believe that I was actually worth something.
And my pain wasn’t for nothing.
And I’m still standing.
Yeah I’m still standing.
So Throw all your stones,
It’s ok,
Break my bones,
But I won’t break.
Say what you need to say.
I’ll still pick up my cross every day.
Yeah I won’t break.
For we’re not granted another day,
So I got to make the most with what I have each day.
And at night I get on my knees and pray,
Praying for our world because it’s in such a disarray.
With chaos and confusion,
Ain’t no where a peaceful place to stay.
But that’s okay.
For the Lord never once promised that life would ever be easy.
And when my time finally comes,
I know my pain will be taken away.
For I’m still standing.
Yeah I’m still standing.
So, Throw all your stones,
It’s ok,
Break my bones,
But I won’t break.
Say what you need to say.
I’ll still pick up my cross every day.
Yeah I won’t break.

Something shifted, in my persona.
I’ve become dark and twisted,
Sick grin that comes in like Ammonia.
You know nothing, for ya just a John snow loner.
I’m sick of yawl white walkers who hate on me cause my skins darker.
But I’ll expose you like mysterio did to Peter Parker.
Whatever the cost may be even if I’m deemed a demon or a martyr.
It doesn’t matter to me, the classiest mc.
That’ll burn ya like a third degree.
Then we’ll see if you’ll remember me.
I bring substance that goes in deep like surgery.
And If ya want stale bread buy a drake Cd.
But if ya want soul, stay tuned to me.
The number one public enemy.
That calls out racism, corruption and misogyny,
Which makes privileged pigs upset with me.
But those blinded ******* don’t faze me.
For I wanna see the day where we regain some sense of humanity.
Freedom for all except for blah blah blah, ***** you and your hateful ideology.
Freedom for all no exceptions, are you listening?
Freedom for all if you want to have prosperity.
Freedom for all in order to not fear other cultural identities.
Is that so hard to ask ese?
Apparently so,
Transparency shows,
conspiracy rules,
Nations divided like the boarders we hold.
Kids locked up head to toe.
Shooters in schools,
Religious believers killed.
Oh can you see that we are fools?
In our home and native lands that colonists stole.
Make America and Canada great Again, but it wasn’t even great before.
Get to know the true history,
In order to destabilize the core.
Of racist and sexist doctrine that our countries still hold.
In God we trust but even Gods not that cold.
Don’t blame your religion for being a complete legalistic *******!
You won’t deceive my eyes with all your wool.
So stop being a tool.
For its about time to get off your stepping stool.
And maybe get yourself educated instead of spreading hate like some fool.
For that should just be a classically common sense rule.

I Went to the well,
Too many times,
I Went to well,
To wish you well.

I went to well,
To tell you goodbye,
I went to well,
To see you set sail

Oooh, oooh yeah.
I Went to the well,
To the well,
To the well.
Lord I tried,
Truly I did.
I Went to well,
To speak to the dead.
I Went to the well,
To speak to my best friend.

I went to the well,
To make my tears disappear,
I went to the well,
To look back on all our years.

Throwing all my coins in the well,
Because I wish you were here.
To make me laugh,
And To make me cry.
Wishing I didn’t have to say goodbye.

Oooh, oooh yeah.
I Went to the well,
To the well,
To the well.
Lord I tried,
Truly I did.
I went to the well,
To speak with my friend.
I went to the well,
Because I promised we’d be friends till thee end.

To thee end.
Oh Lord, to thee end.
Till my time comes,
And I can get to see my friend once again.

Most can’t understand me, to be honest I don’t understand me either,
All because I won’t conform to all ya sheepish lizards.
Snaking each other in order to eat all the gizzards.
In a land where everyone is ******* bitter,
Spitting around their toxic chatter.
Last time I checked my business isn’t apart of your matters.
Last time I checked you were not my creator.
Thinking you know better,
Stop it I’m only filled with so much laughter.
To me your advice is like anime filler.
Womp, a womp womp like some Charlie Brown chatter.
And I don’t **** with snakes, I only **** with ladders.
They say Life is a board game that results from domino factors.
But if everything is by chance, then I’m ok with being seen as the mad hatter.
A conspiracy thinker, that goes outside the box to find more and better answers.
Instead of sitting on ones *** like the rest of yawl wankers.
That be crying about the **** I spit, but sorry I don’t make music for ******* toddlers.
If you want family friendly entertainment go watch Mr.Rodgers.
And if you keep acting like a little *****, I’ll have to get you a shock collar.
For most of yawl are second rate bug zappers.
And I am the beyonder.
Your nick miller.
I’m the Undertaker.
Your Rob Schneider.
I’m Christopher Plummer.  
Hook:
Look We ain’t in the same league,
You best believe, don’t **** with my expertise.
Yawl ain’t real, yawl fake as a weave.
I’m the Havarti, your the blue cheese.
You can’t measure up to me.
So back off, with all your pathetic critiques.
And just respect the technique.
Verse 2:
Respect the technique or prepare to take heat.
Smoked out and hung from one’s feet.
Ain’t no way to opt-out as I won’t fall for your deceit.
Do you think I’m fresh from the teet?
For I’m not one you can simply defeat.
Or be blind sided by all your *******.
Why can’t you see?
Why do you lean on Ignorance?
******* around, drugged out, like Charlie sheen.
Why do you fake innocence?
We are all ugly on the inside?
But a lot of yawl ugly on the outside too!
I guess some people can’t escape or hide?
Escape or hide from what is actually true.
Ooohhh!
From what is true.
Hating on my technique.
Hating that unlike you I’m actually unique.
Hating that I have the courage to not be a sheep.
Consuming the feed the media forces into you and me.
Getting us addicted to toxicity, in order to not say a little peep.
Can’t you see we are not actually free?
Can’t you see you’re overdosing on deceit?
If only you weren’t to blind to see.
You might just learn to respect the technique.
Hook:
Look We ain’t in the same league,
You best believe, don’t **** with my expertise.
Yawl ain’t real, yawl fake as a weave.
I’m the Havarti, your the blue cheese.
You can’t measure up to me.
So back off, with all your pathetic critiques.
And just respect the technique.

He got the sauce, he got the sauce driving around in a purple Lamborghini like Ric Ross.
Ya I got the sauce, he got the sauce.
Verse 1
Driving around fronting like a boss.
Feel the connection, better come correct kid.
For in the hood one is always in need of some protection.
And if ya don’t ya best watch your neck kid.
It’s all about respect kid.
So better watch your mouth kid.
Because yawl be dead if ya ever start snitching.
For If you wanna survive you just gotta be packing.
And If you wanna a meal on your plate than ya better start stealing.
Just be careful because the pigs always creeping.
Watching our houses, tapping our phones,  
Every day and every weekend.
For there is no freedom in the project zone.
It’s like gulag out here man, with gangs all trying to sit on the iron porcelain throne.
But it doesn’t mean ****, for the government will still be the true al capoene.
Testing out their drugs on us like we lab rats.
Using racism and propaganda to keep us on our backs.
Which makes makes me wonder why the rest of our society don’t just neuter these ***** cats?
****! But as long as...
He got the sauce, he got the sauce driving around in a purple Lamborghini like Ric Ross.
Ya I got the sauce, he got the sauce.
Verse 2
Stunting with my money like a true mob boss!
You want power?
You want respect?
You want to fly around in a purple jet?
Than ya better come correct.
I feel ya J, we gotta makes them waves.
Like a big kahuna, drinking some corona.
Coming in like a super hero to save the day.
We will be the rulers, taking out the opposition like a true mobster.
And ya might think us monsters, but we just doing what we can with this natural disaster.
That you created, ya I ain’t faded.
Opportunity for all, in this world so devastated.
From Atlanta to the bronks.
Only got one rule, which is don’t be a foolish punk.
You gotta think smart and not just rely on luck.
For every dog has its day, so be careful where you run a muck.
Just as long as you never forget...
He got the sauce, he got the sauce driving around in a purple Lamborghini like Ric Ross.
Ya I got the sauce, he got the sauce.
Got that money, power, and fame like Kriss kross.
Do you got that sauce?
Does he have that sauce?
Because if you don’t, than that’s a loss.
So remember to never lose that sauce.

The taste of tire on my breath,
Carbonization fills my lungs,
Oil floods out like tears,
The inner mechanizations of my mind.
Are like Polluted veins,
Do you trust the insane?
Poisoned personality defending prideful mediocrity.
What the **** do want from me?

Garbage spoken broken man.
Lost my senses,
For I’m technologically co-dependant.
When shall I fear?
When shall I see?
When shall I listen?
Addicted to this mindless state.

Wanting more.
Consuming more.
Risking more.
Don’t even have to leave my door.

Watching more.
Brainwashed connoisseur,
Empty even when I got what I was searching for.
This isn’t what I asked for!

The taste of exhaust on my breath,
Radiation filling my lungs,
Oil floods out like tears,
The inner mechanizations of my mind.
Are like Polluted veins,
Do you trust the insane?
Poisoned personality defending prideful mediocrity.
Will I ever regain my humanity!

Humanity x4

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

I’m on that mountain.
Looking back at my past.
And I see..
The emotions that laid roots...
And I...
Reflect on my errors...
And I...
Move on my from there.

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

I’m on that mountain.
Smiling for the first time
And I...
Know it won’t be the last time.
And I...
Have gained some wisdom from my mistakes.
And I..
Am ready to go down to that valley again.

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

Dulled passion, lingering fire.
Sailing across my empty desires.
Strayed away from my paths for so long.
Sustained pretender believing nothings wrong.

Prolonged suffering, becoming my new friend.
Tedious tendencies paying dividends.
Lost everything by gambling.
Red-eyed monster got a hold of me.

And I...
Just wanna break away.
Just want to feel ok.
Just want to be sober some day.
But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my pain away.

Tossing and turning, losing sleep.
Pegged to the ground, as a black sheep.
Melancholy Malcolm, maladapted mongrel.
Maliciously troublesome, painted as hostile.

And I...
Just wanna break away.
Just want to feel ok.
Just want to be sober some day.
But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my shame away.

Thinking back at the times I laughed.
When reality made sense to me.
Thinking back at the times I cried.
When reality came undone for me.
Thinking back at the time I screamed.
When people kept leaving me.
Thinking back at the time I said nothing.
When my words could’ve changed something.

Wishing I could break away.
Wishing I could say I’m ok.
Wishing I could be sober some day.

But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my life away.

Tranquility bestirs my antiquated heart.
Burdened reputation bestowed my gaze.
Trifle steps that flow like martial arts.
That defers my attention from your lies.
Idled mind; fooled by greener grass.
That brought forth jealousy to stir the ***.
The *** filled with lustful thoughts.
That hath tangled me in her grasp.
Like a cricket in a web.
I knew not to trust that black widow.
A las, I was bewitched by Medusa’s eyes.
This mistresses mischief brings sorrow.
That steals away more than just smiles.
I guess you can say;
Curiosity killed this cat nine times over.

Dark clouds in my mind.
Abstract pictures of a life kept confined.
Shredded like the love I once hoped to find.
Got Distracted, was blinded, and got guided by the reaper.
Such a empty grasp.
As empty as my ******* glass.
Tremor shakes my once stable foundation.
Been an anomaly since creation.
Used to be so involved with socialization.
Till I was Driven to the point of isolation.
Watching society crumble apart.
Watching as the rich turn humble.
Watching prophesy become more than a just simple fable.
Bitter facts like that of a fig tree.
Human flesh, yet I got diseased bones inside of me.

Angel turned necrophor.
Father reaper passes on his curse.
That turns a once holy man bitter full.
That overflows my glass,
That once was half whole.
But now has turned into a poison pool.

Suspended like a rotting corpse.
Hanging by the neck of course.
Hope becoming a dark horse.
For I’m just an angel turned necrophor.
So be careful boy!
When it comes for the time to be knocking at your door.
Will you be fearful or satisfied?
When the time runs out for your soul?

Watching society crumble before my eyes.
Yeah I’m Watching as the rich turn humble.
Watching prophesy become more than just a simple fable.
Bitter facts like that of a fig tree.
Human flesh, yet I got diseased bones inside of me.

For I’m just Angel turned necrophor.
Father reaper passes on his curse.
That turns a once holy man bitter full.
That overflows my glass,
That once was half whole.
But now has turned into a poison pool.

Just an angel turned necrophor.

There’s animals in my head!
Drowning noises with substances!
There’s animals in my head!
Something dark and twisted lingers!
There’s animals in my head!
Biting off my finger tips.
There’s animals in my head!
Running out of pill containers
There’s animals in my head!
Won’t someone please come save me!
Save me (x3)!

Cockroaches cover my body!
Get the knife, to cut them off me!
Wait where did the bugs go?
And why am I all ******?
Was I dreaming?
Was I tripping?
Blood is dripping!
Feelings weakening!
Fear is sinking!
Is this the end for me?
This can’t be the end for me!
I won’t let this be the end for me!

I’m not done yet.
Devils wondering why I don’t quit.
But I won’t give him the ******* benefit.

There’s animals in my head!
Drowning noises with substances!
There’s animals in my head!
Something dark and twisted lingers!
There’s animals in my head!
Biting off my finger tips
There’s animals in my head!
Running out of pill containers
There’s animals in my head!
Won’t someone please come save me!

Please don’t leave me!

Into the abyss (x4)
Go!

Fallen angel.
Broken winged.
Desolation becomith!
Depression consumes me whole.
Destruction awaits!
The deeper I fall.
Into the abyss( x4)

War torn hero.
Once noble son.
Internal screams cloud my head.
As the innocent children lie dead.
All for peace!
That’s what my country said.
Guilt riddles, like the bullets that were aimed at my head!
Coming back to a life I no longer recognize.
Looked at as a patriot!
But knowing that I’m really a demon.
Please don’t worship me.
I didn’t do anything worth celebrating!
Wishing I died on the battlefield that day.
Instead of sitting here alone on Remembrance Day!

Fallen angel.
Broken winged
Desolation becomith!
Depression consumes me whole.
Destruction awaits!
The deeper I fall.
Into the abyss( x4)

They say things get better with time,
Yet as me move forward all I see is more poisonous vines.
I try to be positive but how can I when I know how I’ll die.
With a bullet put inside my mind.
Knowing everything that happens is somehow all by design.
But I refuse to resign.
For I still got time to keep on trying.
Trying to make this world better for the future even if that means putting my life on the line.
Dying a martyr for the culture to preserve the bloodline.
For I know there are kids out there who like me lived through some hard times.
So imma do my best to leave them a goldmine.
A goldmine for opportunities that don’t involve crime.
Working honest nine to fives,
In order for their families to able to thrive and survive.
For I’m sick of our community being confined.
Confined to fit into certain classifications that stereotype and typecast our ancestral ties.
That tie us down with lies.
Lies that say our dreams or freedom will never be realized.
That televise this propaganda in order to keep racism normalized.
Which leads to internalized confusion that sometimes leads to our own decline.
Just because our colour is penalized and sterilized.
It’s also doesn’t help that we are looked at as illegal aliens that must’ve been dropped off by the star ship enterprise.
It’s crazy how we can so easily romanticize slavery and genocide.
Yet don’t take the time to analyze the good things inside each of each other’s lives.
Or try to see it from another’s persons eyes.
If only we had the bravery overcome the trials like Clementine.
No longer will I be defined by lawmakers that are so corrupt and blind.

I could dance my heart away,
Step right all over misery.
Even when time hasn’t always been a friend to me.
I won’t let my past control my destiny.
For I’m meant to be a hero for my own story.
Leading a path to victory.
For hard work turns fantasy to reality.
And I’m done wallowing in a victim mentality.
Or keep on letting these demons keep ******* out my happiness so easily.
To long have I stayed masked in order to fit in with society.
To long have I kissed the shoes the of people that shouldn’t have authority over me.
No longer will I be oppressed by those who think they are more superior than me.
I won’t let these privileged folk castrate me.
Which is why I decided to go university to prove these fools wrong who have underestimated me.
I’ve also finally excepted the fact that I’m a oddity.
So, aho wushtay to everyone whose helped me.
You’ve truly guided me to still wanting to one day solve this rigged economy.
That tries to blockade me.
But I won’t them try to control me.
For just like Nipsie I got to be the change that I need to see.
Rest In Peace dog, you truly left behind a great legacy.

Sitting in the dark, smoking up a blunt, feeling unfazed and untouched.
Untouched by people’s hatred for me because I don’t conform to their social construct.
Gazing at the stars while these phonies try to front.
But when that don’t work they try to confront.
So I dove in the river and ducked.
Now on the run I can’t lie I feel lonely.
For a long time it was like that till I meet some homies.
That showed me the ropes and how to stay low key.
While also make some bank by hussling some cronies.
As well as keeping a watchful eye on the police.
Counting my blessings when in a jam they aren’t able to find me.
But if they do i know brothers might take me back with open arms when I’m out or try to ice me.
But that all depends if I give names or spill details about our criminal activities.
But I’d never rat on family.
Especially when this supposed civilized culture is actually filled with so much savagery.
It’s crazy how a gang can actually have more of a morality than its own society.

Imha, im, im Hahaha! (X6)
Are you ready to play a game?
Are you willing to sacrifice?

Whole worlds spinning!
And I keep thinking?
Why do I keep on breathing?
With corruption seeping!
But the sheep just keep on drinking!
Eating up all these toxins.
Blinding our eyes!
Poisoning our lungs.
Both the old and the young.
Strung up like puppets!
Corporations our masters.
Heading towards a natural disaster.
Thinking we’re Gods!
But That’s only true in the sense that we **** each other!

Are you kidding me?
Are you hearing me?
Suspended in disbelief!
Will destruction ever cease?
Will we ever escape this leash?
Brethren don’t you see?
We are the true disease!

Imha, im, im Hahaha! (X6)

Walking in the rain,
Trenched to my bones.
Barren as that day.
The day you left me.

Drowning in my tears,
With our house, no longer my home.
Blank as that day.
The day you left me.

You were the paintbrush to my canvas,
The light in the dark,
So, as I walk in this tearful rain.
I wonder if you are also in pain.
The day I laid with another.

Wish I could soak up this mess.
Guess I was the one who left you to drown,
In this tearful rain.
Barren as that day.
I cheated on you.

Drowning in your tears,
With a house, empty as your heart.
Stained as that day.
The day I betrayed you.

Youthful river flows,
Arrogance shows,
Doesn’t let things go,
Disrespects the old.
Just a hooligan to scold.
Thinks he’s so bold.
But every gold castle comes and goes.

So be careful boy, don’t you fall.
Forget about yourself for once.
And look at the despair.
That you’ve refused to acknowledge,
Because you were too busy playing emperor.

Youthful river flows,
Pride always shows
To be King of the castle.
Or to be the King of ruins.
Faded like the lines between love and hate.
So, what battle field do you choose to die on?

So be careful boy, on what your yearning.
Forget about yourself for once.
And look at despair.
That you’ve refused to acknowledge,
Because you were too busy playing emperor.

Youthful river flows,
This is how the story unfolds.
To be fooled by the wise,
Or to be a wise fool.
Is the difference between death and life.
So tell me boy! How does your story end?
When the youthful waters run dry?

I’m losing control.
Twisting and turning on this river bed.
Consciousness falls over the cliffs edge.
My mood spins along with my emotions.
Tossing and turning.
Longing your touch.
Longing your kiss.
For without you I am empty.
Drifting in melancholy.

What can I say?
My addictions consumed me.
Lost direction on my journey.
The winds are blowing and I’m growing weary.
Nearly escaped this plain of existence along the way.
My existence has broken down when you chose to leave me.

But I don’t blame you.
No, I knew what I was doing.
For I was broken even before I ever met you.
But then you pieced me together.
And I thought I was whole.
I thought I was free.
Loving you, feeling safe when you were beside me.

But then I lost control.
Everything happened so quickly.
Now I’m alone once again.
Broken hearted looking over this river bed.
Drifting along in melancholy.
Longing your touch.
Longing your kiss.

Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

Masking my pain, not feeling ok!
What else can I say?
I’m living a charade!
Like some circus freak!
Drinking every week!
Humanity is weak!
Narcotics becoming lullabies,
Because I’m Losing so much sleep!

Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

Slowly turning into a zombified insomniac.
Anxiety dropping like bombs,
So how can I relax?
Feeling so stressed! It’s like my hearts in cardiac arrest!
So, I mask my pain!
No I’m not ok!
Drinking every day!
God feel my pain!
For I’m going insane!
So, Won’t you end this charade?

Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

This must be living nightmare!
Nightmare (x4)

Look at that fig tree, bittery, bittery.
Branching over to the evergreen, evergreen.
What is meant for me?
What is meant for thee?

Wanting everything that comes my way!
But I just don’t have enough hands to carry all these things!
Materials, Materials I long for stuff to keep me happy.
But nothing will ever taste as good as the fruit off that fig tree.
Bittery, ever so bittery!

Maybe it was all just a fable.
Or like riddles about cat’s and cradles.
Father fruit was also so biter to me.

Rotting flesh, pungent taste sours and reflects my feelings.
Wrinkle in time turns fresh vibrant fruit into dust.
One by one we all fall!

Falling like that once fresh fruit that plopped on the ground.
Turning dark and deathly from offence.
Unresolved hate that constantly puts us on the defense.

Till all the stress bursts like a valve from our hearts.
Lying in a pool of blood all alone.
Looking up once again at that fig tree.
Realizing I’m really looking at me.
If only I wasn’t so bitter over what was done to me!

Sticking to my gut feeling
Swearing to myself that this is only a friendly greeting,
But when I see those blues eyes.
Darling I can’t help but fall in love.

But I gotta bide my time.
For right now you’re with another guy.
Wondering why? Why do you love him?
And why can’t you love me?
Don’t you see that’s he is no good for you darling?
Don’t you see he’s just using you?
And it doesn’t help when I see you,
I also see your bruises!

I know you try to hide it.
But makeup can’t mask it all.
Which makes me want to hurt him.
But you always go on defending him?
And I just can’t understand?
And I just can’t stand to see you cry anymore.

Sticking to my gut feeling
Swearing to myself that this is only a friendly greeting,
But when I see those blues eyes.
Darling I can’t help but fall in love.
But I got to bide my time.
Lord give a me a sign.
Or give you the courage to leave this guy.
But next thing that I knew.
That last time I’d see you was at your grave site.

So much for my biding my time.
If only I could have a rewind.
I could make things right.
And as I’m Sitting in the rain.
I’m Wishing I could once again hold you tightly once again.
Till we meet again my dear friend.

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.

Huddled on the inside.
Muffled noises hoping the shadow doesn’t come inside.
Wondering when is the right moment to cry.
For you know at any moment you could die.
Cuddled together, hiding from the monsters that be drawing near.
With loaded burdens and barrels of bullets that are laced with fear.
Texting goodbyes just in case one does not make it out of here.
Praying for miracles and hoping God can hear.
Trying our best to stay safe when the devilish fiend appears.
Watching as class mates drop like flies and blood splatters everywhere.
Traumatized and terrified wishing we were any where but here.
Then cops yell to us to get out of here, and line up the shooter.
However, sometimes the cops are to late to be our saviours.
Or even if they get the perpetrator on time,
We still have to live on while also crying for those we lost who were so dear.
This is an incident that happens every ******* year.
In 2018 there was 82 school shootings with 51 killed which makes me wonder?
Wonder how it’s not clear that our generation needs to be repaired.
I just want to be ok going to school but I guess that’s to hard to ask for in this day and age.
And maybe we are too desensitized to be outraged.
For these 691 incidents have become as normal as one’s pay wage.
But I believe we need to change and once again be engaged otherwise we will stay caged in this desolate stage.

On the road to fire,
For there isn’t room in heaven.
Got a steadfast desire,
A home left to pursue monetary gains.
Dreaming of hope, when family is broken.
Longing for friends, for isolation has gotten lonely.
As time toils on.
So too does this ageing horizon.
Youthful foolish play turns to a rhythm of wisdom.
When I die, I know I’ll leave behind a legacy!
A legacy that’s kept within the music kingdom.
For others to one day discover.
Then the cycle of this circle continues on.
The baton is passed on to the next runner.
With Trends and rumors circulating, controversy always lingering a bit further behind.
And if one does not follow, they are eating by lions.
Touring nations and loving ladies when roaming town to town.
Loving every moment.
Until that moment fades to memories.
That will one day make for great stories.

Trying to figure out why a ***** tried to stunt on me.
While my homie fronts on me.
Triggered lie’s blasting out like bullets into your chest, golly!
Vigor dying whilst family crying that left me locked up now in a little celly.
Why did I pour out my heart to that ***** named shelly?
**** got me melancholy, casting out poxy curses.
My proxy is dropping down which got me feeling worthless.
Growing up in projects where one survives by snatching purses and killing snitches.
While society bides their time by tying nooses.
Rigged games yet we are told to give no excuses.
So, a minority got no choice but to role with the punches.
But with darker skin colour most don’t or won’t notice the bruises.
Vile nobility just loves hunting gooses.
Stark contrast idly confides and resides Inside institutionalized nuances.
Some people can be such nuisances.
Got me feeling like tony roaming through the different cosmoses.
Lonely sinking feeling, with my hope which was once flickering but is now slowly fleeting.
Reciprocal tensions pokes through my barriers like an unwelcomed greeting.
Typical tropes of under-achieving maybe it’s time I let God start intervening?
However, I’m doubtful on whether spirituality is real or nothing more than Kris Kringle.
Jingling jester choirs who always be harping on my people.
Which makes me ponder whether or not God’s supposed love is fickle.
Or if supposed believer’s have actually ever read the bible?
Religious pharisee’s not seeing the irony of praying to their falsified idols.
With their heads so far up their own ***. That they don’t even realize that they’ve actually been worshipping the devil.

Run rotten, for things have gotten out of hand.
Turn coat ducking, torture got him singing and eating outta my hand.
Getting scraped by the beater like youse a percussion instrument;
maybe that’s why a group of people are called a band?
For we all play our part to either be an influence or to be influenced.
Yet we won’t know anything if you never venture into the forest and meet the temptress.
When one experiences all six senses, when in present tenses, which then puts the body through stresses.
That makes the mind flood with guesses that clouds up our lenses.
But that’s just what war is like for one is always in the trenches.
Whilst other’s sit on benches, but each choice brings rewards and consequences.
Which bears questions on what your quest is?
To run free or to be held back by white picket fences?
For being hard pressed brings out either killers or medics.
To choose to be real or synthetic.
To become abstract or symmetric.
However, things aren’t always so metric.
So be wary of being a critique for just like branches of mathematics in arithmetic,
We have many great qualities but when in a group we can become manipulated.

Making an *** of myself while asking myself, does cash moo when these cows Plow over poor fools?
In Cotten fields with brothers floundering,
But still gotta give grace even if monsters starve ya to death.
For they only concerned about cashing their cheque’s, and saving their necks.
Such is the carnal nature of wendigo’s,
Who egos keep em entitled and keeps the dough only flowing to their sect.
Leaving us to fend for ourselves in the wrong neck of the woods.
Evil twisted as some ******* story of a necessary moral good,
With these dark fascist crow puppeteers designing the hood.
Whilst demons like Regan test us like lab rats, pushing pills down our throats with police beating us with batons to our backs.
Backs that built the foundation for these pigs to thrive on while they watch as we slowly die.
Maybe that’s why the hood is also known as the projects.
A project for white supremacists to always have a usual suspect.
Should’ve known my skin colour would get me shot down for nothing like Malcolm x.
Assassinated because we’re deemed as a threat, So how can we live good lives when the cards have already been set?
Man!
I thought that the police was supposed to serve and protect, but corruption comes in and now a brother got to protect his neck.
Maybe that’s why ain’t a **** thing changes?
When one’s race determines the length of their jail sentences.
When ones gender determines whether or not another gets away with ****.
For goodness sake!
Devil please take a hike!
And God please give me the strength to cut up all this red tape!
Because at this rate, society will end up worse then the Scorpion album from drake!
Cause we just like his secret love child for we are in need of some ******* support.
Life is a *****, for if it was a **** star it would be easy but also expensive like a private resort.
So unless you actually started from the bottom it might be impossible to make the charts.
So when life is weighing you down, at least you never had to **** the ***** of a tattooed clown.
In order to try on a Burger King crown,
Then Letting one’s ego run wild and as a result your music becomes watered down.
But every day one a tone’s ah for their sins ah, and for drake it was the coffin Pusha T buried him in ah!
****! Fatality!
Such is the price when one makes a fatal mistake.
For you can’t have everything and that slice of cake!
You can be a model all you want but it doesn’t change the fact that your fake!
Just a manufactured mannequin pushed out at a flat rate.
For uniqueness is just a moded state.
And for the most part we are all bargain bin plastic sheep.
Man humbleness makes ones knees weak.
But loss or gain is all just something that we reap.
So be careful what you seek.
And be sure not to advantage of the meek.
Or else you will get put through a saw mill.
For if you underestimate your opponent you’ll be killed.
For real though man I swear this world has no chill!

I’m coming out my coma like a Russian spy sleeper, and I be assassinating these ******* while wearing some fuzzy slippers. I’m a boss, I’m a goat, and if you got a problem with it, imma put my foot down your throat.
Racial profiling defined me, stereotypes and statistics shunned me.
**** my progress before I even start, I can’t even enjoy myself on a sunny day in the park.
All because I hit that racial profiling mark, for the white man only see’s me as a pitbull and aren’t willing to hear me talk,
for all they hear is a threatening bark.
Man that’s ruff!
Better Put em in cuffs!
Better yet put him down before he hurts someone, so I have no choice but to take out my guns.
Grew up with a disadvantage, grew up with traditional racist cultural norms that left me to fend for myself in this garbage. Plus drugs be flowing through my neighbour hood, and that’s the only way you make money and afford school and food.  
So to survive I Gotta do what I gotta do, so why judge me ***** because if you were in my position what would you do? When you haven’t got a chance to prove yourself a winner for capitalism already has decided you to be a loser.
No safety net, nor is there a invisible hand to get ya out of debt.
Gotta fend for yourself in this world full of hyenas, and if there is a God out there why isn’t he defending us?
Hook:
Internalized designs,
Set up the designs that confine,
That blind us from seeing inside.
Can’t sleep when Im under the microscope.
Can’t speak when people in power have taken away my throat.
Verse 2:
With no one wanting to see things from my lens.
From my scope.
When no one wants to hear what I can lend to make amends.
As they just think I’m on dope.
But This is just the inter-scope of an insomniac.
The reason I can’t sleep.
The reason I’m deemed a freak.
The reason there’s a divide.
The reason why many commit suicide.
Because what’s the point of living,
If no one’s willing to listen to your side.
When no one is willing to acknowledge their privilege.
When it doesn’t matter if your indigenous and proud when society still sees you as a savage?
When your given a one way ticket to prison.
When in all honesty where else is there to go?
With most our language and culture lost and land stolen.
Government has taken away everything precious from us like golem.
And totem pole effects leaves us internally broken.
With everyone believing themselves to be the victim.
And never apart of what lead to the problem.
Hook:
Internalized designs,
Set up the designs that confine,
That blind us from seeing inside.
Can’t sleep when Im under the microscope.
Can’t speak when people in power have taken away my throat.

When I say I'm a dope I mean that when I take dopamine to the brain.
I function differently but that doesn't mean I'm stupid,
like those who sip the lean.
Imma put a stir up on them when i take my serotonin.
Go in like a ronin, cause of the increase of these endorphins.
When I feel the sky in my hands I forget about my depression.
But tik tok boom I'm back in my suicidal feelings.
I feel like dynamite, so to diffuse please pass me the anandamide.
So many chemical mixtures I could become a superhero,
but to fix my uncontrollable urges I need the dinero.
So, maybe I'm really the super villain...
just a victim that gets defeated easier than krillan.
Heads up in the ceiling, feeling highs and lows, but I suppose...
I better put on a good suit of Armour like Gurren Lagann.
For I'm just a mortal in this kombat...
yet sometimes I try to act godly as if I'm Raiden.
Maybe it's just the after effects of a culture shock from society,
but who do they think they are Chris Sabin?
Don't know what route to be in,
for i'm rudimentarily flawed as a human.
Every day's like a Cuban missile crisis,
for this Cold War situation is like addicts on withdrawal...
because everyone becomes so **** suspicious.
I just want three **** wishes!
Most of them would be to get out of these messes.
Though it all boils down to what I decide is more precious!

Reese’s pieces scattered on the floor,
Different species like E.T but yet I’m deemed a predator.
Got the heart like a triceratops but looked at as a raptor to the cops.
Population drops; more like population control.
Darkened representation that be invading normative rules.
Starving depression that gets sliced open like a c-section.
All based on first impressions, all based on racist predispositions.
I say Watson this **** sure locks us in a precarious position?
No wonder the majority of minority’s are in prison!
Which then makes me wonder about authority and how it’s chosen?
For I don’t see the wisdom?
And in this rigged prism based elections,
I wonder why there hasn’t been any correction?
Maybe there is a conspiracy correlation,
That believes coloured folk are the ones that need correction.
Making coats with our lost kin,
Then rationalizing the destruction of seven generations.
Which then brews hatred that kills any validation.
Then to take matters worse they took our blood for their ink quill to write on the constitution.
Which is an intrusion on our human rights son!
Man whiteness is such an infection,
That gets injected into everything and everyone. **** what a great invention.
Investing into slavery, genocide, drugs, and prostitution.
Country build from the bones of primitives,
Man I haven’t seen such a betrayal since Samson feel victim to seduction!
I get it everyone got a hierarchy of needs like they Maslow!
And as the cash flows like riddles, snitches start packing so I got no time to fiddle.
For guns are more popular than instruments, and that was so instrumental in me being jailed by these corrupt governments!
**** the establishment!
For they think they subtle trying to fiddle with the actual documents.
Thinking only one fib will do,
Then the next thing ya know,
that one gets turned into two-thousand twenty two!
Telling us to respect the rules they broke,
Getting tangled up like fools yet we say there ain’t no strings on me!
Where’s Shakespeare because that’s quite an ironically sad tragedy!
**** these institutionalized structures where the rich slip through the cracks.
Where the one’s in poverty get sacked!
Where the blues spread from the use of a sax, where jazz shattered the glass!
Then rap took the mantle to disperse the facts, for being shackled impacts like income tax.
And I don’t know about you but I’m not ok with scraps, or getting the strap!
For slavery is the back bone of this country, yet whites try to subtract this dark history.
Time to pay up for I’m not ok with just a sorry!
Sorry if I lack classiness,
Sorry if you can’t handle my savageness!
But in a land of supposed progress?
It doesn’t seem like a success!
For this slow process feels like a tightrope or game of chess.
Feeling so frustrated and aggravated,
Wondering whether to do a peaceful or violent protest?
Who cares if we are emancipated,
When society is constipated!
Why do we have to make this so complicated?
Do we have to start resorting to stripping and going down on our knees like king David?
Do we continue being ok with being domesticated?
Can we be rehabilitated when the actions of our past was premeditated?
Idk man all I know is that’s just the way I see it

Why is that people only care about **** culture, when it actually happens to their daughters, to their sisters, to their brothers, to their mothers, fathers or even their grandfathers and grandmothers?
Why do we ignore when others have been ***** or domestically abused?
Or why do we change the channel when it’s discussed on the news?
We do have hold these covert rules and hush any fools that try to break these rules?
Why can’t we give our children the tools to better watch out or deal with these ghouls?
Why is it an inappropriate topic to discuss in schools.
They say not to make a mountain out of mole hills?
‘So, just pretend it didn’t happen and just stomach it along with some pills.’
Just what the doctor prescribed, yet no matter how many pills we take we feel dead inside.
For we can’t hide from this monster, maybe that’s why a lot choose suicide.
It’s not just a phase or a mental illness yet that’s how we choose to cut the pie.
Yet if we saw beyond the surface, maybe we would see other reasons why?
Why this happens.
Why it’s important and should no longer be ignored.
Why it continues.
Why it’s more complex than we think and the many factors that lead to this.
And lastly why we need to love and support those through it.