Hook:
If I told you how I truly feel
Would run or stay real?
You say you want to help me,
But you can’t seem help yourself.
You say you wanna love me,
But don’t seem to love yourself.
Rotten flesh yet we think there’s nothing wrong.
Got the leprosy, yeah I’m literally falling apart.
Crying loudly, so how can I stay strong?

Bridge:
You know what I see?
When I see you?
I see a broken vessel trying to be a castle.
I see a child that was put through growth spurt!
Way too **** fast!
I get your intention,
But what I long for goes beyond affection.

Verse 1:
I need a new heart,
For it has been shattered!
Emptied hollow, bruised and battered!
Couldn’t weather the storm, my pride is tattered.
Feeling nothing! Saying nothing!
For how can I explain this constant feeling?
It’s as if I was not breathing?
It’s as if my mood swings are triggered by invisible beings!
One moment I’m smiling, the next I got a knife gliding across my wrist and I’m bleeding.

Bridge 2:
Fake smiles have no meaning,
Supposed happiness is so misleading!
Would you help me find the meaning?
For my emotions are piling?
And my coping mechanisms are dismantling.
And I’m at the cliff now, yet it feels like I’m already falling.

Hook 2:
So, now that I’ve told you how I truly feel
Have you ran away or stayed real?
You say you want to help me,
But you can’t seem help yourself.
You say you wanna love me,
But don’t seem to love yourself.
Rotten flesh yet we think there’s nothing wrong.
Got the leprosy, yeah I’m literally falling apart.
Crying loudly, so how can I stay strong?

Verse 2:
I say I’m fine, but that's a lie.
I’m just trying to be polite.
For my burdens may just darken up your light.
So I’m sorry but this pain can no longer be confined.
But don’t you cry, don’t you worry, for my mind right now is being dreary.
With clouds forming around me.
Like eeyore, so to help me, can you love me like Winnie the Pooh loves his honey?
I’m not necessarily looking for sympathy.
My tank is just so empty. That needs endorphins to once again be happy.
But until then I put on my...

Bridge 2:
Fake smiles that have no meaning,
Supposed happiness can be so misleading!
Would you help me find the meaning?
For my emotions are piling?
And my coping mechanisms are dismantling.
And I’m at the cliff now, yet it feels like I’m already falling.

They say I’m in mint condition with my mink coat jacket but when I see myself in the mirror I don’t like my reflection.
I feel like I need a viewer discretion over my head, for its suggestive and covered in red.
All my life I had to deal with red tape, and I realized there’s no escape for this savage ape.
So ugly they say, might as well ******* or try your luck with the gays.
Was deemed too dense, and apparently also had no fashion sense.

Two-faced Harvey dents, dying a hero or living long enough to becoming corrupt in one’s own moral fundament’s.
Walking the road, filling the void, for things don’t bode well when you don’t fit the mould.
Yet we are still seen as a mold that rots the status quo.
But ***** it on with the show!
Introducing a scrawny man in woe trying to make mo, but for every dollar he makes his dignity plummets in the stool.
For one can’t make something of their life if they can’t afford school.
But society doesn’t mind for your seen as just another tool in the machine.
Where those in power make the real cha-Ching!
Which makes one cling on the clip trying to bring themselves to blowing out their brains!

Wishing they were plain so they could experience what’s it’s like to ride the gravy train.
For being called names pollutes the veins of those once sane. Draining out the savage from the child in order to make us tame.
I am not able to handle you Cain!
For pain sustains privileged and jealous terrain!
Getting nervous when those who remain try to regain morality for the truly ordained.
No longer will you be entertained by nailing and crucifying us in Jesus’ name!
No more will be hanged or martyred for your hunger games!
Over 600 hundred years a slave is long enough!
Yeah! No more will you keep us chained!

Served up diseases since the day of my people’s birth, we were created equal and fruit of gods holy earth.
Yet envy and hatred brought forth devilish wrath, that has left our lost souls unable to find the right path.
Because we have fallen victim to unhealthy thoughts and insecurities of our own self worth!
The cost has tainted our roots, which then poisons our fruits.
The fruits of labour that doesn’t favour minority’s and for the longest time we couldn’t speak or else we’d get taken out by authorities.
The fruits of our future offspring, that pick and choose between corrupt governments and kings.
But now the cycle has turned back and falls flat on our faces that chose to define each other as different races.
My guess is that we never realized that these messes would take us to dark places.
Parading in red and black faces saying it’s all in good sport?
But now we have taken over your rigged sport!
So I ask you how is the your own medicine dear sport?
How does it feel when minority’s are starting to own the court and change the rules of your ball park?
How does it feel when your beliefs are no longer welcomed?
When you become the third wheel stuck in the middle like Malcolm?
You mad mon, but you better listen son after all the **** you said and the **** you done, you expect me to go back to where I’m from?
But you see this is where I’m from!
I’m more from here then you, **** what a savage got to do to make this clear to you.
When there’s two sides too each story but eventually all these lie’s you be telling and selling will reveal the real you.
Look I don’t feel bad for you, in fact I love the fact that your power has all fallen through!
Now watch as all eyes are on you, and see your ***** turn blue because there ain’t nothing you can do!
For this pc culture is putting the pressure on you, so come on white man tell me what you going to do?
For I think I need to spell it out for you,
so here we go give me a ******* y-o-u!
And while your at it, How about you go back from where you came from!
Ya **** ***** ignorant intolerant hypocritical immigrant!
Man What a ironic world we live in!

My heart ain’t full of blood; it’s a poison pool! How do I deserve a second start, when I’ve been so cruel? So much toxicity in my life, I ain’t got no living room! Maybe momma should’ve done me a favour, and aborted me from her womb!
Verse 1
In a way abortion doctors are like tomb raiders, but there ain’t no lost ark.
Just lost lives. ****.
But at least it pleases ark-angels,
**** privacy invaders, but hey it ain’t illegal.  
In the land of beavers and eagles,
In the land of burglars and seagulls.
In the land of Uber’s that be creepy like Sméagol.
This certainly isn’t a place for nobles, yet everyone acts like they William regal.
The internal war of this machine call me don cheadle. Dropped down from the sky,
But somehow the drop was non lethal.
It’s a quite a marvel, and I don’t why,
But how come people have a infinity to turn each other into soil?
We are our own foil,
We are our own trail.
All residing in isle de murtre!
All hiding within in our convoluted schemes that are like a crash derby.
It seems like people are counter intuitive, for being lucrative means evil becomes innocently deceivious like a sedative!
But oh well, it’s all relative! Haha!
Hook:
My heart ain’t full of blood; it’s a poison pool! How do I deserve a second start, when I’ve been so cruel? So much toxicity in my life, I ain’t got no living room! Maybe momma should’ve done me a favour, and aborted me from her womb!
Sly snide shy guy,
Juxtaposed with a super powered wise guy.
I wonder if today I’ll be Jekyll or Hide?
Empowered coward try hard,
Soured by the hour;
So I take a shot of fire then do a drive by.
Cooped up in my tragic mind,
That divides me and betrays me like Bonnie and Clyde!
But I cannot take a rewind!
So I got to make the most of this **** slide!
This is that do or die,
And this society has undertaken the position to toss me off this hellish cell like I’m mankind.
Hold up let me take a tech nine,
And light ya up like Ya Atlanta prime!
There won’t be no warning sign,
For implementing fear is the only way to keep ya in line!
Strip ya down like Harvey Weinstein,
For to **** a monster I got to be a monster so I got no choice but play the role of Frankenstein!

Intro: You know, I don’t care what you’re saying about me.
For I’m not an insecure ***** like you but I do got to thank thee.
For if it weren’t for thy vile venom spitting I wouldn’t have a reason to enact my lyrical terrorism!
So, you only have yourself to blame for this ****, so don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

Verse 1
Uh, yeah let’s talk about it!
Can’t contemplate, the vicious state that contrary to popular belief I’m not a basket case!
Can’t misuse the time I got so here I go to vanquish these fraudulent thots!
Started an unfocused freight train that charged towards the lucid dream because I couldn’t assimilate!
In that time, I was so focused on changing everyone’s snot ridden hypocrisy about reality being Camelot.
I know I’ve also ****** up a lot but that’s something I had to face!
It’s not any of your business so stop ripping off my skin then rubbing in the salt!
I still have a goal in mind to destroy discrimination that incriminates my people,
by putting em on the hot seat.
So now that every one is up in arms I got my chance to aim at the sweet spot!
Everyone is hungry to be the fittest but not everyone has time to think how to be the smartest.
To strike will the fire’s hot or wait for the embers to spark and settle is the true test for an artist.
Who cares about the lines when it was never rightfully drawn in the first place?
Who cares about what spot or space is for you when it’s all been delegated to the privilege of a certain race?
I can only undergo so much disgrace So, sorry but I’m not willing to have my people’s history erased!
Free speech is going to be a ***** for some and a tool for others, I guess it all depends on that person’s poker face.
Inequality is frequent not just in Canada or The United States but every country, province, and common place.

Verse 2
You want the real, raw, unfiltered Classy J well here you go!
Uh, Tell Trudeau to kiss my *** and stop ******* Trump’s ****!
While you’re at it can you tell your father that he’s a ******* stupid *****!
Also, totally forgot but can you tell Kim Jon un when he’s shafting you that he’s a ******* Buffoon!
But’s that’s enough about ******* politics let’s talk about ******* rap artist’s who think they’re hot but really, they so tacky and obsolete like the Zune.
To mister bi-racial we get it you’re into being superficial but’s honestly with you being so focused on being a ****** your delivery showcases the truth that you’re really a cringy ******.
Just face the fact dude that people will only see ya as a juggaloed Dolph Ziggler.
Uh, Now on to the next!
Dear mister Young moolah imma be front, you look like diseased uvula with the lyrical skill comparative to that of an elementary grade schooler.
Now to address the biggest flacky ***** in the game the not so slim shady.  
Here’s the matter Mr. Mather’s you look like a hobo who ***** guys off around the corner,
maybe that’s why you always diss homos.
Because youse a **** trapped in your mommas’ closet,
and if wasn’t for Dre’s hand up so far up your *** you wouldn’t be as popular of a puppet.
Oh ****, Shady you so focused on Doctor Dre and acclaim to fame that you forgot about Hallie.
****, and speaking of Hallie, I feel for you girl because just like you I also didn’t have a dad there for me.
I’m a man of war so every rapper got to get their **** together and better be prepared to me seriously.
For Imma slit their throats and turn em inside out rigorously, and I make sure those tardy cats will rule the day they ever had curiosity.

Verse 3
Just remember my people were here before you, and will be here after you!
And I’ll be here to destroy any of you who dare to pursue native issues!
Or if I’m just bored and feeling like killing you!
However, if I forget about dealing with you, I’m just to busy to properly give a **** about you!
It’s not just revenge, I see it as using justice by retorting with my wordplay to cleanse ya like shampoo!
But I’ve spent enough time dissing freeloaders, for it gives their ego’s too must **** exposure!
I won’t coaster to these composers, for a chauffeur can’t gain an advantage over a soldier!
I wont lower myself to these grouchy Oscar’s, who hunt for Grammy’s;
or as I refer to these events as pedantic half ***’d statements for excepting grandiose toasters.
Why bother, for it’s so annoyingly stupid that I would rather waste my time watching a movie featuring Adam *******.
So, **** this glass ceiling that defines and dictates what makes up a talented rapper.
I may not be a ******* goat but at least I’m confident enough to go out in my birthday suit and retain my composure for being dapper.
That’s the synopsis of my classy brain, and though it may be insane I’m willing to ride this hurricane!
To make sure you know my name, but yet not let myself get engulfed in the flames.

Got taken advantage of, it’s like I socked right in the jaw!
How could you have forgot? How could you have forsaken?
Man, it’s taken me till now to see all the flaws!
Which has set me off, Man maybe I ought to be mistaken?
Or maybe I did not consider my expectations of this seesaw?
The pendulum has shifted but why are your always the one benefitting?
The outcome has become wilted, the friendship tainted, maybe we weren’t blood brothers after all!
I don’t know I’m just venting, and I’m just trying to take a deep breath in…
Because I thought we were brethren but it looks like I actually opened a door for a heathen!
Happiness is dead and gone; I have become the third wheel man, for I just don’t belong.
Trying my best to stay strong, because the person I once knew is dead and gone!
Wondering what went wrong? Wondering if all this time I was nothing but a pawn?
Calling you up, ringing the door bell to ask what’s sup?
Even though you never called me up or went to my door to say what’s sup?
What’s up with that? Maybe I really was nothing more than a bath mat!
I thought our friendship could last. But a las there was too much contrast.

Sentenced to the hygienist, because I got that Indian virus.
Wish I was more like Leonidas, for my warrior self was vanquished.
Got a sense of anguish, as I don’t even know my own people’s Language.
Why did I get banished from my own land, and these immigrants now hold thee advantage?
Feels like they on a witch hunt, ain’t life a ***** huh?  
Can’t even make a quick buck, because I’m seen as a stupid ****.
Feel like a sitting duck with the ****** locked, **** is this the feeling of a cuck?
Stories always end up sad but Afterall I’m just the ******* of the brady bunch!
Brown skin cursed kin and a desperate sin so I gotta eat outta garbage’s for lunch.
Trying not to use victimization as a crutch,
but it’s like I’m a kid who got tricked into a game of double Dutch.
Crazy braided brain, deranged rabid rabbit spewing train going down a road of pain.
Come on yawl don’t you want to see the freak from cirque de soleil?
Trying in vain to wash away my shame, but the colour of my skin just won’t go away, oh what a shame!
So, I’m left crying and thinking about dying, hoping to be anything…
that may stray away from my family name.
For I’ve realized that I’m stigmatized by the whitened eyes:
that be educating lies of me being the one to blame.

No more will I be ok with this forced recital!
No more will I sit idle!
No more patriarchy, and **** the curse of ham nonsense used to justify you being spiteful!
**** your racist sentiments man, my colour doesn’t make me homicidal.

Brown clown, Down syndrome gnome!
Torn men, torn women left in prison zones!
Burn them, **** them, **** them right in they home!
Don’t frown, don’t make a sound, just stay on the ground.
Hands behind heads, then shot with lead, like a dog from the pound!
Lost and never found, but this just the curse of being brown!
What’s this now?
Nothing but wards of the crown.
Just a *****, just a glitch, that live in some crack towns!
Or reserves doesn’t matter what the word
Or what the place is when one puts on war paint on top of their savage faces.
Here’s the thing *****, I’m not scared of staring ya down #okacrisis!
For as see it colonists are no different than isis.
I know we deal with vices,
But it’s just the effects of dealing with your hepatitis!
And I just might be bias,
But at least I’m not a delusional racist!
It doesn’t matter if it’s Past, present or future violence,
I think it’s about time to end the silence!

If it wasn't for bad times, I could enjoy the good times.
If it wasn't for the past, I wouldn't be present today.
If it wasn't was for failure, I wouldn't enjoy success.
If it wasn't for stress, I couldn't enjoy peace.

If it was for tragedy, I couldn't appreciate serenity.
If it wasn't for judgement, I couldn't access the accuracy of it.
If it wasn't for hate, I couldn't empathize or know love.
If it wasn't for being fired, I wouldn't be able to find something better.

Used to have nightmares all the time, used to see demons in real life.
Used to think I had infinite time, used to be held back by strife.
Uh, elder made me a dream catcher when was young,
when my parents were too busy drowning in the ***,
so I admired the gangs who taught me how to hold a gun.
They told me guns was our only power, our only resistance, because reality is twisted and white man never going to give us
any **** assistance.

(Intro) How do I want to define my existence? How do I achieve My dreams? How can I love others when they scared of me and keep their distance from me? What’s the point of climbing the mountain when God struck me down before I was even half way up? How can I get over addictions when everyone else already gave up on me and won’t lift me up?

Climbing this myth, this illusion, this delusion,
trying to change but how can I?
When my people were put through crucifixion?
My mushim and kokum taught me the way of our people,
but looking back at it now I think I failed my people.

Learned different lessons like yin and yang from friends,
but it’s too late the balance is broken...
this is how our people’s story ends.
That’s just how I feel and with no home I can call my own.
So, I sleep on the streets with a bottle of patron.
Water was supposed to cleanse me, and fire was supposed to warm me, but this fire water is going to be the end of me.
When the colonists came they seemed so sweet like Juliet, but it was all a trick, got poisoned and it was revealed that Juliet was really Brutus to our Julius.
We trusted ****** and look where it got us,
we trusted the church and they molested us.
We trusted the education system,
but they beat us and told us our beliefs and cultures were blasphemous.

They spread their diseases to us, they extended court dates,
so we couldn’t defend ourselves or get reconciliation,
from past callous deeds that were pretty heinous.
Jesus save us, oh wait you brought them to us!
Pride was turned to shame, courage was turned to insecurity, yeah so much for diversity!

The ***** problem, the white man’s burden,
but we are told to just get over it and keep this **** hidden.
So yeah, my dreams and visions of becoming more is no more than an illusion.

Cultures collide and bring forth rigged constitutions.
So, a society develops assumptions and misconceptions,
and it didn’t help that my ancestors had to wait till 1960 to vote in pointless elections.

Elections to decide the next white privileged man to take power,
power that turns good man evil.
Most don’t see or want to see the levels of this status quo devil woe’s, **** ridden covert racist codes.
So, if reality is a nightmare on elm street I’d rather live life short and die quick, and kick the Lord off his high seat.
****, looks like this dream catcher turned out to be Charlotte's web.
Oh, the irony of this misdirect, I thought the dream-catcher was supposed to protect!

But I see know that when you throw out the ***** bath water you also got to throw out the crib!
So now you can see why I can’t get ahead, because white society set up an invisible blockade.
So, sorry if perpetuating the cycle is wrong,
but might as well take my token Indian status and put it into a broken arcade.
For this mountain I’ve been climbing was really a cliff all along,
and society made it pretty clear that I don't belong.
So, I have no choice but to sing my Farewell song.
For the time of the Indian is dead and gone!

Twisted mind like a tainted vine; truth confined in a sea of lies. If only I realized these lies as I lay down betrayed.
They treat me like an intrusive loser, get to jobbing then fade away into obscurity like bastion ******.
I once tried to search for myself but got lost along the way. I once tried to look at my reflection but it turned away.
Shattered perception, scattered pieces of memories replaced by delusion.
Forgot myself in all the confusion, all for fame or acceptance so I became this hollow substitution.
Invisible to myself and others, and I can’t even sleep at night because I realized I’m really the monster under the covers.
Tried praying to the holy father, but I ain’t got no call back so why did I even bother?
I’m lost and afraid, so I write another verse hoping all these feelings will fade.
Just a snap of the fingers like I’m thanos, because I can’t handle of these ******* ignorant gringos.
Tried going to a logos program, but gosh **** they even more of a problem.
Eating lunches with my shadow, and it feels like I’m stuck in the middle of ocean with no rowing boat or paddle!

Hook: Seems like I’ve almost had enough, but you be stupid if you think I’m giving up! I’m almost up that hill now, I’m almost free now, I’m almost able to see that real me now. Yeah!

Trying to find a reason to continue to rhyme or find a rhyme that will bring out my reason.
The reason to keep going, the reason to keep reaching and dreaming. So I write verse after verse till it rehearsed.
Cant tell if this is a gift or a curse?
So I continue to going different directions like embers from a fire, and it is for that reason that I’ll never retire!
I will never know unless I try, and I will never be a good father if I don’t let my past hurt die.
I need to cross that edge and take a leap of faith, for staying stagnant is a waste of my breath.
I know it won’t be easy, but life’s not supposed to be easy!
Got to face my Goliath will only a few pebbles and a sling shot and give it all I got.
I only have my self to blame or praise for overcoming these burdens, For life is a long play and I’m not ready to let down the curtains.

Hook: Seems like I’ve almost had enough, but you be stupid if you think I’m giving up! I’m almost up that hill now, I’m almost free now, I’m almost able to see that real me now. Yeah!

Going in cashing the check, releasing my breath cause I know soon I'll be outta debt.  So many regrets, with so many effected by my mindset. I'm sorry i'm not a pastor, i'm sorry that I am not a positive rapper, I'm sorry for not factoring in your feelings and pretending like it didn't even matter. I wish I could just pay my out, I wish I could just figure out what i'm all about. Am I for or against the people? Am I helping those in need or am I too busy to high up on my steeple? Am I truly a class act? Am I truly spitting the honest hitting facts? Questioning my self, hating myself, wanting a purpose and a happy future for myself. Has the dollar become my God? Has the scholar become a corrupt facade? So focused on making the dough, spending that dough, banging another ***, smocking that blow, putting on a show, but haven't really grown. Wow! Realizing that the money doesn't really matter/ Realizing that I am not my own master. For when I'm slipping I find myself leaning up against Jacob's ladder. I don't deserve forgiveness, I deserve the hammer,  I deserve to live in disaster. But by grace I have not been splattered, but by grace I have not been shattered! I don't know why? For I am not worth anything like an ant or a fly. At least that's what I convince myself of, for the voice in my head tells me that I'll never enter the pearly gates above. It tells me i should just give up, It tells me to just shut up. It reinforces the notions of people who hate me, It deflates me, It takes me down a valley of death and says that no one will help me. I know my future will be bright and that for right now I have to rome throughout the night. But it's alright as long as I don't lose sight. I know the world is crumbling apart for it is a result of our own misguided choices, I know it's because others have believed their own deceiving voices. It's not a matter of faith, or race, or gender but by our own selfish flesh. We are like an old virus filled computer, we just need to be fixed and modified and refreshed.

Arms For The Poor; Been here before.
Harm to opportunities when I try to find what i'm looking for but no matter for society has locked up all them doors.
Tried to use charm and it wasn't effective, tried to show love but that's just seen as pathetic.
Living on the streets naked; can you please spare some change cause I need a change of circumstance if i'm going to continue to make it.
Land of tragedy; land of systematic racism that barricades coloured people like me.
Please sir, please ma'am won't you help me? No you won't and if you say yes it's just a publicity stunt for in reality you don't care about me.
See me as a rat. Be careful everyone stand back. Arrest me, Shoot me, jail me, **** me, shame me, blame me, parade me around like the King of jews and you wonder why we still messed up Homie?
Arms For The Poor; Been here before.
Laden in chains, cursing my name, chastising me because of where my ancestors came.
Speaking up for myself but it's all in vain; **** Mr.White man yawl won't ever understand this pain!
******* up with out-dated jim crow policies that we still use today, tell me when did apparently civilized people become anything but civilized ese?
Tell me when did humanity become so evil? And no I don't want you to go pointing to some diabolical apple!
Tell me why we keep this rigged status quo?
Tell me why coloured people have to live in woe?
Arms For The Poor, Been here before.
Arms For The Poor, Been here before.
Please can I have something more?
Please can you stop treating us like **** ***** ******?
All I ask is for true freedom! For true equality! For true liberty! For chance to show you that I have the ability and capability!

Trapped In A Vice
Creeping, hope fleeting, demon awakening, hope inside draining, names in vain spoken lividly. Person in the mirror screaming, my momma praying, but it may be to late because my faith is failing. Not fully sure if I'm sure what I'm saying, for I’m just trailing off in my own discombobulated brain trying my best to not be crying. For men always have to be smiling, for your not a man if other emotions be showing. So these emotions I got to be hiding, but now I’ve become desensitized to your feelings. **** how ironic; **** better smoke me some chronic and then drink some gin and tonic.

Because that’s going to fix it however, I don't even think bob the builder can fix this ****. Drawing lines in the sand, so don't be throwing that first stone unless you've never done a sin beforehand. In which case you may show judgment, but last I checked only God could make that discernment. That being said a lot of yawl thinks ya Gods, but yawls are most likely a bunch of egotistical hollow insecure facades. No man can tell me what to do, and no man has the right to assume me to have some type of disability and for those who have how dare you. Just because I don't conform to your blasphemies and hypocritical distortions doesn't give you the right to treat me like an abortion. I am human you ******* ignoramuses, for if history were written correctly my people would be martyrs and victims whilst yours would be seen as the heinous barbaric savages.

Why is it when I speak no one listens? Why is it when I talk about atrocities people justify it by saying we had to make you Christian? For your savage life don't be working us! This may be the land of the free but there ain't no freedom for us! Who do I trust? When God turned his back? Who do I look for guidance to help me keep my life on track? Feel like just a speck man I'm feeling pathetic, so don't you give me heck if I die an addict. Drugs flowing through the blood to wash away the pain of others who have shoved our faces in the mud. We got nothing to show our next generations all because of racist appropriation and segregation. Maybe God isn't the true problem, yeah maybe it's man but all I know is **** has taken a beating to the fan.

Trying my best to look fantastic, trying my best not to cry because even if I did this world wouldn't be sympathetic. Left with forgotten culture, forgotten language, forgotten promises to treaties, and once the oil stops flowing we will become a third world country covered in feces. Don't believe me look at Hobbema, which is now known as maskwacis, which for some has become the **** of people’s jokes; like why can't people mind their own **** business? Lost in this heartless reality, just a causality of poor circumstance implemented by this ******* that Canada hasn't done anything wrong but now you know the reality. The reality is nothing will be done they'll just keep saying "sorry", and then forget us and leave us like Andy did his toys in the third toy story.

Fruity loop, fruity loop, going through the game like a hula hoop.
Nutrients, nutrients, enjoying each of these produced ingredients.
Feeling energetic; (yea) I'm feeling engaged, busting through the door like I'm Luke cage.
Fruity loop turn me eccentric, without it that'd be problematic.
I'd go ecstatic, I'd go psychotic, for fruity loop is what I call my narcotics.
I be popping all the colors,  I be doing what some say is improper.
But **** them for they blue collar, man I can't stand this hypocritical scholars. (Yep,yep) Uh, huh got to catch me a chopper. Whoa, yea for i got no time to lower myself to these **** toddlers. (Yeah)
Got to keep myself super cereal, for fruity loops my favorite meal.
Breakfast, Lunch and dinner. So what if they deem me a sinner.
(Yeah) I said Breakfast, Lunch and dinner. So what if they call me a sinner.
I ain't ashamed, (yea) I ain't no longer going keep myself chained. (Nope,Nope)
Imma keep doing me, Imma be free, so ******* if you can't stand me!
Ain't no body got time for that, (Yea) Fruity loop the only one that have my back!
Fruity loop, fruity loop, going through the game like a hula hoop.
Nutrients, nutrients, enjoying each of these produced ingredients.
Feeling energetic; (yea) I'm feeling engaged, busting through the door like I'm Luke cage.
Fruity loop turn me eccentric, without it that'd be problematic.
I'd go ecstatic, I'd go psychotic, for fruity loop is what I call my narcotics.

Look God I respect you cause I’m apart your creation, but I can’t stand you because of these other creations. Contradiction brings hypocritical fallacies; but we used to it because it has become routine. For rational choice has burst out into a smoke screen. Blurred lines with desires of evergreen; dulled minds dumping countless bodies down the ravine... All in order to chase their own dreams; using others as the back bone for a chance of riches from the slot machine.

So Who should I be routing for? How do I know which route I am supposed to be running; because I been going through all these different doors. Free will has caused us to be a cancer, for we decided to become our own masters. Trying to make others our subservient's, for one has to be inferior and the other superior and impervious... More like ignorant and intolerant, but we don’t teach that as it strays away from our liberal fundaments.

Hold up cut the ****! For I’m not ready to fold up or give up and submit. Yawl must think I’m a dim wit ya nit wits; give ya the coup de grace like I was prince devitt. I am human after all, so apart of me is deviant; it’s just a gene that’s prominent. Nothing I can do but do the best I can; for if I do my duty according to plan then maybe others can grow and understand. Education erases discrimination, and education also replaces false perceptions and slowly breaks apart our pseudo-nation.

It's my job as a poet and as a rapper to evoke messages, for without messages songs become meaningless. So come along and watch me change our delusional mind sets, for the reason I do this is because I grew up listening to OG's and their different projects. Like them I got passions and dreams; just like them I want to cut through this calamity through the seams. Guiding lost souls to achieve their own passions and dreams, for suicide rates are too **** high so I hope my words intervene. For word's can make a difference; can somebody get me a witness?

This isn't a place for haters, this isn't a place for fakers, and this isn't a place for manipulators. I only want like minded people willing to hear what I have to say, and I pray that we can move forward to  better days.  For this pseudo-nation has hindered us and stopped us in our tracks, so how can we try going different routes when we glued to these tracks. However, this glue is an illusion; there isn't anything chaining us down man; all that is truly hindering us is our own ignorant self-righteous delusions.

Women viewed as objects.
Men can't cry unless they're weak.
Women get paid less than men.
Men are on the front lines of war.
Women commercials convey 1950 views; that suggests women should stay in the house.
Men are looked as the villain when it comes to getting custody and in the eyes of the law.
Two-sides of the coin but we blinded cause we only see from our points of view.
We are all the victims so the problem must be with you?
But really we are our own problems for we caused this to be ingrained into society.
All because of cultural norms that were established thousands of years ago that only helps a minority of notoriety.

Onward fellow man.
Work becomes easier when combing hands.
Through narrow needle of cooperation.
For flesh of man brings corruption.
Equality for all means just that.
Accepting differences instead of stabbing each other in the back.
Work done together helps everyone.
Work divided in more or less pay than others hinders everyone.
Onward fellow man.
Work becomes easier when combing hands.

From young beckons change.
From old beckons wisdom.
Understanding is what makes us unique and special.
We can learn from both instead of clashing.
Time to find a middle ground so that future generations don't suffer.

Surely Shirley didn’t mean to offend.
Author did she not refrain from abusing authority?
Look clearly for thou be blind!
Cruelty reeped from honesty & dignity
Blasted blasphemy! Thou art a rotten rind!
Were she worthy as some man, thy wouldn’t have chopped the hand.
Double standards fluctuate & permeate this society.
Thine eyes be blurry; for thou be blind!
Penalty penalizing from priveledge mentality.
On what basis did we bastardize women kind?

Come hither heather from out your heath.
For a heroine on ****** leads to death.
Play time is over; call for the curtains to end the play.
Fiend to friend juxtaposing friend to fiend.
Wave crashing over and over again.
Soft the blow but ends with deadly effect.
When poison enters into the subject.
Poor moral fool that wastes the precious gift.
Why shalt thou theft from good? And make faith shift!
Foul serpent that submitted even the wisest of men.
Pray thy spirit find peace; adou amen!

Lockdown
People say I’m a schizophrenic but don’t hate for sometimes life just gets so hectic. Don’t know if I need a exorcist or a medic, or maybe I should ask a priest and get some advice so prophetic. Maybe I ask buddha or maybe I forget it all by taking a hit of *****. Should I ask Joseph smith or Muhammad but weren’t they just humans too, should I go ask Ron Hubbard’s ghost but don’t know how much that would actually do. Should I ask the great nothing that atheists swear by, perhaps I should I look into mysticism or should I give a ouija board a try. Hello mr.therapist we meet again, what do you think because the wheels have fallen off this wagon. Put needles in me like a voodo doll, because I’m messed up and rely on adderall. In the mental asylum talking to myself in my safety jacket, and my imagination is strong just the other day I pretended I was the guy from full metal jacket. **** ***** maggot causing a racket and sometimes I’m a inspector playing around with gadgets. Go-go gadget for I will eventually catch that dastardly wabbit, could make this my habit because I might as well for I’m bat ****. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Batman getting rid of these bad men who hold bad omens. O men of little faith we should sit back and wait, for it’s a strategist mind state. Hello darkness my old friend the worlds on lockdown wondering when someone’s going to push the button.Clean up on aisle insert country name here, but people think I’m as ridiculous as the mad hatter there’s always a conspiracy somewhere. Like 9/11 was orchestrated by your own government, or how the moon landing was screened on a elaborate movie set. Perhaps the earth is flat, perhaps Matt groening is a time traveller have you ever thought of that? What obstinance I must be ridiculous, what is this a sedative uh oh now I’m starting to lose consciousness. Woke up in a interrogation room, and had a person lurking in the shadows with red eyes I thought he was zoom. Want to get out of there in a flash, but I’m locked down so I can’t make a dash. Now it says here that you’ve been saying **** you shouldn’t, and it wouldn’t matter to us if you disappeared but that would sure **** for you wouldn’t it? Look here men in black you can’t control me, for I got a brain unlike the rest of these zombies. You can’t just zap this away and make me forget, and if you discard me I’ll just be a martyr that stood up to this *******. Well if that’s the way it’s going to be then you leave us no choice but to do things the hard way. Bring it on *****!

Hard way
Do things the hard way so they got out torture devices and untested injections because of my anti-establishment choices. But **** it I’m ready bring on each course, for I’m strong with the force. Brain already gone, and can’t lie I get Cobain thoughts every time I see a gun. The hard way for that’s the only way I live by, so bring it on ***** yeah I’m ready to roll that die. Game of chance, and it’s also a game that sometimes requires doing a little dance. Threats from all directions but what is a bluff and what is serious, for this be the tightrope we all walk along hoping to God we keep our fearlessness. Cold War mindset, with fingers ready to press the button if only we had hindsight. That it’ll hurt us both but **** it for its all a **** measuring contest yeah who needs Gods wrath. We’ll burn ourselves nicely without his input, but we don’t care for we to busy focusing on our consumerist products. Soon we will become a third world nation, but lately we haven’t been able to find common senses’ location. Blinded by a divide between us and them, for we are right and they’re the problem. Minority’s vs whites, nation vs nation, and gender roles man and it all turns into ugly fights. Plus we use religion as a justification to why we are right, but I think those who do that have lost their sight. You say I’m off my rocker, but I ain’t no smoker, or do midnight poker, nor am I some joker. I’m stuck in the middle of you, play both sides that it will turn your brown eye blue. Do things the hard way dude, and I don’t need to do collabs or a crew.  I do things the hard way for I started with nada but i used my natural magic gift for there no such things as gene’s or cosmo and Wanda.  Do things the hard way by writing bars that can make one say **** and it don’t even need to be Friday. Do things the hard way like my shots, double jacks, prairie fires, *****, and scotch. Classy j molding these bars as if they were clay, and I’d be down to doing the 5 fingers of death so somebody call up sway. Got no manager but I manage it alright here, for I do things the hard way and the day of achieving my dream is becoming more near. So bring it on show me what you got, for one day all eyes will be on me just like pac.

Mindstate
Dispensary disciplinary disputes which dejectes rejects and may later hold regrets. Reflecting and replaying memories of times long past, reassessing and no longer retreating away and maintaining a security vest. Because my insecurity stems from immaturity which I stuff down and drown out with Hennessy, and just because I’m classy doesn’t mean I can’t falter from uncertainty. Causing a shift in time, causing a rift with all my relationships so I gotta pull out the wine. Daily cycles of addiction and because I’m used to doing it I have no control or restriction. Pills running deep, heart wanting to sleep, dreams of me on my death bed where I see everybody I know weep. Is that snow? Oh no that’s ******* my main, and it’s the finest in the game. Ok take a breath man, you look like death man for to beat this **** you need to find a helpful method man. Because I don’t want you to turn into a **** head man, for you weren’t built for this so better get your **** together man. Pain will be bearing down but don’t let it bring you down man, and when depression comes at you better hit it low hit low hit it low and then hit high hit it high hit it high man. Get yourself a game plan man, and I know things seem impossible but you got to overcome the odds like a blind man playing piano man. It’s a wonder Stevie that you don’t see your blessings, because it easy to see the flaws but trust me you gotta look for those few successes. Chasing liquor, chasing change, pulling a fast one on ya like I’m bilbo with my magical ring. Bumping to wu tang, listening to each bar letting it sit in my membrane. Living my life so arbitrary, yeah I ain’t some ordinary Gary, and I’m always looking through the dictionary for new vocabulary. Rap is my sanctuary so that must make me a missionary, and it’s my mission to keep it real  and make the most of living in this purgatory. Got a lock on my target, for I  got a dream in my pocket that I won’t simply forget. Writing some of my bars in my therapy sessions, for I still have evil within and in desperate need for a exorcism.  Hope I don’t get sent to the psych ward, or get the electric chair because I’m opinionated and stubborn for I love doing things deemed tricky or hard.  The mind state of a broken soul, and I forget it all by watching a stripper work a pole. Mind state of a kid born already starting at a disadvantage, for I’m just a uncivilized savage to most privilege folk who can’t see me for me cause they were born with an advantage.  Mind state that has chosen to overcome and help people understand, mind state with a premonition that I will solve this problem as long as others are willing to take a stand.

Minority Report
Causing heinous acts with these verbal attacks, the future of class bringing the heat to this **** because it's ******* wack. Living dangerous ******* infamous, and I got thoughts so dark deep and callous. Heart filled with malice because thats what I gotta do to achieve my dream of living in a classy palace. Writing **** so obscene, sometimes I don't even know what the **** I mean you know what I mean? Head believes itself to be in atlas even when in reality it's sleeping on a **** soaked mattress. What do I gotta do to garner a buzz, do I got I gotta rap about drugs, *******, shiny cars and make sure you know how much I hate the ******* fuzz? Underground mindset vs mainstream *******, but rap needs purpose again so you'll bet I'll defend it. All lot of yawl get to easily offended, and those folk are a bunch of self righteous pompous entitled airheads. I got to fake myself which degrades myself, so maybe that's why I can't stand myself. We're all just hypocrites and parasites draining happiness outta life, and we're all idiots that lack insight of how we're the ones really responsible with how we view and treat life. Maybe I swear too much because I actually care too much, and I think one way we get common sense back is if we give ourselves a quick slap or punch. Maybe it's too late, maybe we waited too long and now there's no longer an escape. Is it all just fate and are we no more than bait? Maybe this world is one big joke and we're the punchline, and it's only a matter of time before we run out of time. The world is a cavity maybe that's why the truth aches, and truth is such a tooth ache and we can pretend it's not there but there's no mistake. Oh **** what a ******, we are just puppets to corporations and media and religion man this **** is a bother. Freedom will never take place, and each politician is basically the same because power corrupts no matter the race. Face it we are mice in a maze, and most countries run on the consumerism craze. Oh geez oh my, I think Karl Marx would probably cry. No such thing as equality, but we're all equally ****** undoubtedly. Majority of crimes being young white males yet minority's are the majority in jails, man that's a ****** ordeal. Colour coded mindsets where black is evil and gloomy and white is pure and beautiful. Why is that and why do we still use it like why hasn't anyone changed that? Creatures of habit, creatures so savage, creatures that need to be managed or branded. All apart of categories, and it sickens me that this is reality and not some twilight zone story. Before people can get to know the real me they negatively view me, for I'm just a primitive Cretan that bums lighters, smokes, alcohol, and their wives but that is such a fallacy.  I'm demeaned a criminal the day I came out coloured, society put out a minority report out for me and nothing I could say or do would've mattered. Over-generalizing my being, and it's pretty ironic that some call me an illegal alien.

Hood boy
Wear sweaters all the time that’s why people call me a hood boy but it’s all good for I grew up in the hood boy so no wonder that I never had a proper boy hood. So why does society expect me to attain manhood? It’s hardest being an artist, so focused on everything thing else but regardless. I hope you understand me, and I don’t know what you expect of me. Why do ya always got to glare at me, for I’m just like you but the way I grew up keeps a distance between you and me. Just because I ain’t got currency you expect me to get things by burglary or end up in the penitentiary for battery. Don’t get mad at me I’m just working in a system that you created, just a hood boy that got everything confiscated. Just my ascribed status not much I can do, just my undenied madness must need some medication to seem sensible to your upper class white man view. But ignore me I’m just a hood boy on the wrong side of the tracks, so don’t try to reform me for your just like ted to my Lorax. **** me over and it wouldn’t end any differently even if I found me a four leaf clover. Cloven in garments and jewels yet the system is rigged for the rest of us but no matter if we play this consumerist game or not we are still deemed ****** fools. Fools for thinking we can attain the American dream for that ***** just an evergreen pipe dream. On the other hand we fools for not making something of ourselves in society, we just deemed lazy *** people bumming welfare just a burden on the notoriety. Cause someone needs to pay for taxes some how and why aren’t anyone raising their eyebrows. Maybe they just cover it with their hoodies, for we to scared to cause a ruckus for those upper class piggies. For they may squeal and whimper, and we don’t want to deal with those spoiled brats tempers. And ain’t no body really understand it’s like them trying to pronounce worchester, so ******* despicable you think I was cat Sylvester. But whatever it’s just a pointless endeavour, and I would be better if I had the chance to show that I’m clever. But whatever I’m just a boy who loves wearing his sweaters, but whatever that our different cultures can never be two birds of a feather. But whatever matter we better off, but whatever maybe we continue to shrug it off.

Rocking my snap back, blowing up like a bellow back, juggling bars like it were a hacky sack. Life tries it’s best to give me set backs, but I just sit back and get back up for a comeback. Underdog from the underground, not here to blunder around for I want to be glory bound. Bound for glory, can’t keep me downed man for this is my heroes story. Story of my life, story that almost ended with a knife. Had enough of being left astray, for I no longer was going let myself be treated like an ashtray. Going into the fray, going in but this time I promise I won’t lose my way. Weighed my options, weighted the choices, and now they come to flourishing motion. I only listen to my own notions, and I will sacrifice anything to succeed even if I end up like the borthans. Death stares through the stars, but I won’t be taken by no Death Star. Starting ground up, for you gotta do what ever it takes to get to the top. Toppled the haters and the fakers, for my bars are like eating a snickers. Keep yawl satisfied and I’m so grateful that my effort has been gratified. Bonified dignified undenied modified undefined went in applied and rallied from a moral guide to tear apart the diseased hide.  Government conspiracy, government deemed freedom of speech as heresy. And here I see the flaws, and here I came out of the depths with my claws. Clawed for my dream, dream of attaining cream. Escaped the depths of the Demi-gorgan pit, because it’s all about survival of those who are more fit. Fit to be a decency, but because I’m different I’m deemed a discrepancy. So I’m going in like a ghost doing recon call me Tom Clancy, exposing all these ******* fallacies. Falling down an icy *****, and for the longest time we couldn’t open up because we was introduced to dope which was anything but dope. Dopamine filling my being, neurotransmitters firing so fast that I attain this happy feeling. False perceptions to stimulants, false ideals gotta use discretion’s before I end up in a addiction predicament. Moving fast, moving slow, the ride won’t last, so I always gotta have me mo. Self medicate self evaporate self ******* which leads to self hate and broken fate.Too long since I noticed anything but myself, feel like a ***** villain man so should I arrest my self. I just long for rest myself, and maybe it’s time for someone else to assess myself. Maybe it’s time to visit the mental asylum

Running out of jobs, running out of room on the planet so to side track us we create the dab. Let me take a selfie, so lost without our weefee. Driver less cars coming into effect, robots slowly taking over our jobs as well but we don’t see it because without technology we’re pathetic. Don’t have real conversations anymore, what for I can just text instead and everybody claims to be victims and say I should care. Care about religion, care about my profession, care about different genders, **** that **** I’ll just put that **** in a blender. Everyone vegan or gluten ******* hipsters, so foolish but if I stray away from that culture I’m a offender. ***** get over it, don’t like it **** my ****. Millennial problems, such senseless and pointless problems. Looked at as lazy, looked at as crazy, looked at as  being to flashy. Can say the same for other generations, but every delegation grows worse as we go generation to generation. Saying we’ve hit mile stones like everyone can vote, but ain’t no body going out to vote. People died for that **** so we can have democracy, but probably doesn’t matter if you do because freedom and equality is a fallacy. Wanna escape by my millennium falcon, because I don’t think we’ll fix this problem. Capitalism has failed us, governments have failed us, media has failed us, and education has failed us. Gap between the rich and poor growing and it doesn’t seem to be slowing. Propaganda making you blinded from the evil doings of your commanda. Sometimes I can’t tell if we live in democracy or systematic dictatorship, for the government helps itself don’t believe me ask natives about trusting their supposed friendship. Middle class measuring rods separating lower class kids from the rest, for if you don’t have white middle class values your deemed a pest. Culture clashing with other cultures, man I would have loved to live in era of hunting and gathering because they had great features. Everyone had a position, everyone had a collaborative mission. What a substantial downfall, yeah we’re so ****** when we hit the wall. Become a third world nation, but we to busy worrying about keeping up with the newest fashions. Millennial problems become further issues later, but we say **** we’ll worry about it later. (22)

Face is ill and filled with hate trying to facilitate vassals as bait. Perps pet fate by perpetuating crime rate, and they so unprepared and shocked when they get their court date. But being a pro takes a toll but that’s just apart of my daily protocol. Give Ben a drill and if he get a headache get him some Benadryl. Is any of this real, cause it is a real pain in my *** for I feel more persecuted than Israel. We all spin this distorted wheel, and we all give in to distorted ideals.  This just gets so crazy like schizophrenia, hasn’t it come clear to ya that reality is an unusual phenomena. Edge your hate by being educated, getting hella drunk on alcohol and wondering how it all magically evaporated. Frozen status, frozen madness going in like mad max aborting you like you a fetus. What the funk got my tongue out like I’m about to do the Jordan dunk. What the hell is up with you, I would tell you but I’m too busy man as I got a lot to do. Socialist views you probably look at me with a negative lens on the news but whether or not you listen is really up to you.  Simple lies symbolize several slides of slimy sneaky snarky callous human intentions throughout their lives. Cyclical intervals got us going in circles, clinical irrational rotting thoughts parade our brains that make us unethical. Suffering succotash all these issues make me wanna get some hash..browns hold up sit down be humble before one gains the crown. Blundering balderdash swerving in hoping not to crash, and it sounds easier then it is so don’t bash me cause I’m like a one man stampede just like vash. Everything is a metaphor do you get that ***** for its just all a election for another **** in office to ***** us over and give us *** sores. Family structures becoming like the dinosaur, for we have no time for them as we to busy fighting in the money war. So expensive, unrepentant, unreflective, so offensive and uninventive. Such is our demented state of mind but it’s to late to take a rewind and remind ourselves of the morals and values left behind.

Brain on a different planet didn’t even plan it, brain on a different tangent and I don’t even understand it. On a new level cause I built up to it, on a new level and I got yawl to thank for it. Bringing substance that isn’t corny but is really honest, strangling the temptress that wants me sell out and take narcotics. Like I would want to be brain dead, and if you think that I’d risk it you must be a bonehead. Classy taking out these ****** rappers that are anything but dapper, I’m not a ******* nor am i Yornica yeah I’m a native go figure. Who knew they still existed, but hey colonialist ******* tried their hardest. What is a culture when the culture has been stolen and who owns land that’s already inhabited hmm good question. Extinguished family teachings so the next couple generations lose connection and our proud identity is fleeting. Beating ourselves over it, beating others because it’s hard growing up without mothers and fathers yet people say get over it. It should be apparent that those who never had parents wouldn’t be able to parent. But apparently we should just get over it, ******* ******* for our land, race, culture and beliefs were taken away so no I can’t simply get over it. Religion seemed like a good thing because we also believed in a creator, but these supposed holy people turned out to be as evil as ******. No wonder indigenous people have a hard time with believing in a all mighty deity, who let people destroy everything we had like so much for its Devine protection and security.  But ***** it we should just get over it right, and if you say that again ***** you best get out of my sight. Get over, get over it, it’s dead and gone yet still to this day natives are on the other side of the gun. Hands up but it don’t mean much, I said hands up but it don’t mean much! Get over it, get over it, I swear I didn’t do ****, but get over it, for you just being brown means that you must’ve done it. Hands up get on the ground, got us all lined up and in chains awaiting to go to the pound.  Hands up get on the ground, but you best beware who you kick around. Everyone’s got a breaking point, and I don’t know about you but I hate being at gun point. Get over it, get over it, it ain’t worth it so stop it. Get over it, get over it, just drop it and forget it. I’m sorry but I can’t simply get over it nor will I get over it!

On the lake side, sitting right by you!
Got you flowers and perfume with a ribbon on it because your my boo.
And as the mist glimmers so do your eyes.
Some say love is nonsense, but when I’m with you love is something I can’t deny!
Never felt so vulnerable like a puddle in your arms. Each photo is a memory to add to the album to hold onto like a lovely charm.
So tap your toes, jump out your seats, belt out your love and may it never depleat.
Woah-oh-oh yeah and I know it takes a lot of adjustment but trust me it’s worth it!
Let love be your guide, let love become your outlet, let love be something you never forget. For love is like a equinox, it’s particularly splendid and magnificent just like everyone of you!
So don’t quit or throw in the towel for love takes time to become undeniably true.
Let love light up like a lamp in a world so dark; all it takes is just a single spark.
On the lake side, sitting right by you!
Wearing sandals, holding hands, and gazing at the moon...
May our love forever bloom!
So tap your toes, jump out your seats, belt out your love and may it never depleat.
Keep on fighting for it, and never let it escape your reach.
May our love be sweet as a peach.

I got a concupiscent for her callipygian.
My cupidity to you to be with me is exceedingly.
I'm a cynosure of love.
You are the antidote of my angst.
Your idyllic but hold a suave like grace.
I'm may be hedonistic but that is human nature.
So give me a chance.
You wont regret it; I promise

I lie floundering
I lie like driftwood
I lie peacefully

I lie soundly
I lie unfiltered and free
I lie flawlessly

I lie sweetly
I lie gentle nothingness
I lie so softly

I lie beside you
I lie to you and myself
I lie with another

I got oranges currently in storage, and for break time I ate some orange flavoured porridge. My kid drew something with so much pride and courage, that I couldn’t help but stick it to my orange fridge. Unhinging my soul and throwing out old luggage, for my doctor made me less depressed by sticking me with a serum with some orange syringe. Binge watching girls getting freaky with some oranges, but then my mom walked in on me and said what the **** is this. I was such a ****** up kid that I wanted to jump off some ledge, for I was on the ridge of reality till hope lead me across it’s orange bridge. Forridging forward toward that orange horizon, walking onward though ridged I keep at it for its my new mission. So now I’m the role model which leaves other jealous, but I ignore them like they were orange relish. Relishing every moment swinging through opposition with my sledgehammer, winning all the titles call me a grand slammer. Giving haters the van dammer, and I stress out a lot because I’m a study crammer. Frauds break apart as easy as crackers, ******* ***** sods without heart they should try to strive towards being dapper. Darkness embedded, righteousness unprotected, which leaves awareness effected. Conditional centripetal fictional ridicule, traditional loco mules sustaining unethical unwanted rules. Rhetorical oracles overall insignificant follicles, how horrible after-all but forget it all by taking adderall. Operant unawareness of unfairness all wanting the carrot, does this warrant us being so careless and not giving a **** to what is so apparent. Black skies where unhealthy thoughts lie, blanketed lies that we treat like calories. Unequal salaries weeding out adversaries. Poison imposing ill will, where are the chosen to help us deal with this ordeal? Dark necessities investing in acts of sin, painted black and spread out in red for that’s what happens when you deal in the devils den

Crooked ballerina
Push my buttons, twist my knobs, tear me apart. Not much left in my heart, for my emotions are lost in the abyss.  Little dolly don’t worry it’ll get better. Crooked ballerina don’t worry it’ll feel better. When shall I feel, or is hope just a thimble and needle? Tossing and turning like they want me too. Twirling swirling down the rabbit hole falling into the unknown. Smile or you won’t get diner baby. Slim fit is what is deemed perfection baby. Do it for me for I put my neck out for you. I made you, I can disassemble you to fit my mosaic. Piece by piece turning into an object that is as fake and flimsy as plastic. Come on doll dance for me, come on Barbie sing for me. Bruised and ****** what happened to me? Mirror mirror what have you done to me? Over and over the cycle goes when it stops only the consumerist knows. I remember when I wanted people to play with me,but know I hate when people play around with me. Just a substance to ease the nerves, just a toy to discard to someone else before getting tossed in the trash. Oh innocent young one how long has been? Oh time why are you no longer my friend? Oh little baby why couldn’t your family take care of you better. Cracked and chipped, a burden to some and a opportunity for fiends. Pulled by strings, fake smiles and personality but that’s what sells. Push my buttons, twist my knobs, tear me apart and toss me out cause that’s what you’re good at. Equal gain while others suffer in pain. For that’s how the world works. For we are all just dolls and crooked ballerinas that get cycled through this machine. Fading away slowly, what is it to be human? I don’t know anymore. I don’t know how long I can keep up this fake smile. I don’t know how long I can keep up with each new fad.  Turning round and round all to hold onto the crown. Turning round and round got a pocket full of posies  now we all fall down.

Got out my wu tang sword shing, so ring that bell ding ding. Taking out giants with only a pebble and a sling, for I'm not scarred to face anyone even if they are a rap god or king. This is the future of class, for as long as I'm here hip hop will never lose it's nitro gas. Rapping down in the underground because that's where all the lost souls can be found. Yeah every day I get better, and I be writing bars that are even more deep and clever. Still in a apartment but one day I'll own a large settlement. One with the elements so does that make me a avatar, but I must be prepared for the worlds final war. For the beginning must always have an end, but it'll be easier if I got some friends. Sorry but what can I say, for everyone will eventually met their final day.

It's a good thing that I'm a spiritual lyrical satirical miracle, so call me egotistical I don't care because I want to be something more than a minut particle. I don't understand why people are so desperate to be artificial, because age and material things are so superficial. It's official I may be the only one who is original. I want to be more than a one hit wonder, but if I do then I guess I'll go on a spirit walk and learn to be a hunter. But I'm still broken and lost, and I'm hoping that I overcome before my heart turn cold like frost. Yeah but for now I'm trying to find where my life is because I feel so lifeless, and I'm trying to have a moment that is priceless. Isn't that priceless but **** it I lost track of my purpose and I'm done feeling worthless. Yeah and I don't want to miss out on the important things, like meeting the right woman and finding her the perfect ring.

But my demons have caught up to me, so it's up for me to get myself free. Am I ready for that, because I've been in darkness so long that it has become my habitat. I'm such a hypocrite because I go to church on Sunday, then I steal something on Monday, **** in an artifact on Wednesday, eat till I throw up on Thursday, swear at God on Friday, ******* on Saturday, and then ask for forgiveness again on Sunday. Need to break free, need to see that if I don't move past this there won't be much life left for me. Day after day, night after night, can't stay so I guess I got to fight. One step forward, one step back, got to continue going forward and try not to slack. Have you ever wondered what it would be to not be? Have you ever wanted to see what others can't see? Well I tell ya, it's a gift but it feels like hell brah. Had visions, had dreams, had a six sense, and the things I've seen would make some scream. Seeing the end of humanity, seeing relatives I've never met, man some people call that insanity. I've seen demons, I've seen angels, and can't remember if I read this **** in the parables. Maybe I'm just overwhelmed, or maybe I'm just being condemned. Maybe I never got over playing pretend, or maybe God did not intend to create me and if he did then maybe he should've chose someone else instead. Struggling with these voices in my head, and I'm an adult now but I still feel as fragile as a little kid. Maybe I should go off the grid, because what's the point if my whole life has already been decided.Yeah and just sitting beside myself because I can't even recognize myself. Stuck in stagnation, **** maybe it's time I take a vacation to get away from all this frustration. Need to get my life right, because I'm so stressed that I can't even sleep at night. Just need to pull myself together because I know eventually it will get better. I accept I'm not a saint but I refuse to be bait, and I will take measures to make sure that my heart doesn't fill with hate.(38)

Wickedly Waco classically gaudy ******, thee future class coming at you with lyrics so perfecto. Que pasa me llamo es que, me llamo es como, me llamo es Classy J ese. No me es no Español, I'm just classically gaudy and I drank a lot of alcohol. This is no ordinary cypher, and no hidden messages in my raps to decipher. It's just real **** that anyone can roll with, and I here to become such a legend that a million years from now I become a myth. No ***** to give, and I'm not here to apologize or forgive as I'm here to live. Life is cruel yeah that is the rule I learned, and you don't just get respect as it has to be earned. It's a dog eat dog mentality, and im still sticking to the excuse of being a victim of this reality.

Self righteous self involved and self indulged, so selfish but thats just humanity for you but at the same time we feel like we can judge others but we hate to be judged. The things that make me go hmm, but Im also human so that means I'm also part Baffoon. Sometimes I want to hide in a cocoon or fly away to cancun. Trying to be successful in ruin, just an outcast like aloy I have to find my path and surpass the proving. Not many believe in me, but as long as a few do that's all that matters to me. Only got so much life to live, so I have to make the most of it and put in as much passion in my music because I want to be proud of the product I give. Striving to get bigger, and I'm building up a movement that no one can hinder. Longing to know where truth lies, because all I can see right now are true lies. Half hearted promises be ******* with my emotions, because I'm so caught up in all this ******* commotion. Losing love for people, losing love for myself, losing sight of the sequel because I'm so caught up with the constant thoughts of killing myself.

Depressed and stressed and I'm not sure how much more I can be pressed. My uncle recently committed suicide, and that made me see how much pain it's gives others and made me see it from their side. Angry and confused, wondering why or how and what made him do what he did and sometimes those feelings can't be ever diffused. The pain of life sometimes feels unbearable but I have to keep reading them parables. Maybe I'm hysterical confiding in the pages of the bible because sometimes you  have to try turning over the tables. What's my prognosis doc? Well it says here your precocious and need to focus on what you want because you cant make it appear with hoccus poccus this is real life you have to walk the walk. I don't follow the flock because I'm not like other folks that keep looking at the clock and confine themselves in little cults. I'm embracing the worlds absurdity, and i am a ****** absolutely but yet truly also a brutal hard hitting squanchy anomaly. Going on a journey for Szechwan sauce, and buy a cake from the cake boss. Because why not? If nothing really matters why should I do a melancholy job until I rot? I just want to be something else isn't that something else to strive to be unlike everyone else. So if you're like me come along on this classically gaudy ride, because why should unique misunderstood ******* have to hide?