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Apr 2017 · 838
Blurred lines
Classy J Apr 2017
Blurred lines confined between dulled rhymes, yet I got one stone and a sling shot and I'll use it to take out the big rich bird. Blurred ideals and morals, for we lost touch with reality because yawl feel offended and I just think you're petty tantrum is so adorable. It's time for us to grow up, because you ******* are making me sick so give me a sec to throw up. Poor you dealing with first world problems, so selfish and entitled like ******* are you serious gosh ****. Blurred minds thinking you'll only be excepted if you fake who you are, and blurred thinking that says you'll only be cool if you have a fancy car. Blurred perceptions and expectations that wants a man or woman to look a certain way, but if you just accept that we are made from flesh not plastic and with that said **** the media and society. You are beautiful without make up, for their is no need to cake up your face and play dress up. No need to body shame, and there is no need to call other people names. Be a star don't be a bully, for we have all been through **** man so I don't give a **** what you're reason for doing it you still should just say sorry.

**** man I get it, but it's time to overcome it and not let it make you quit. Blurred lines of over indulgent minds, so helpless without material things that they freak out and attack you man these ******* need belts to their behinds. Blurred lines in terms of being a parent because it's apparent that some people grew up without parents or with horrible parents. Again though I repeat it's time to let offence and anger leave, because you best believe that you'll be not better than your oppressors and I hope you are listening to this message and it has been received. Blurred lines in terms of relationships, this worlds pressures us to have *** right away and with whoever but if you want something intimate then you have to look at relationships as a partnership. It takes time to develop trust, and it takes times to clear out your issues so when you're in relationship it sets up a confidence boost.

Because *** is great but so are drugs, but there will come a day where that begins to fade and it doesn't even feel good anymore to give yourself a quick rub or tug. What are you trying to shove down, what are you trying to cope with and why can't you seem to smile but can only seem to frown? Buying this or that, for it isn't coming with you in the afterlife so try thinking about that. Classy j you're being brutally honest, well yeah I want to make sure you have a wide view from a mountain instead of letting you stay blinded in the forest. Its time to focus on where the line is, it's time to build boundaries and do some inner analysis. Become a rebel don't become a mindless robot, and continue to be strong don't become feeble and let someone else be the pilot. I refuse to be a zombie or some sheep, I refuse to be a wannabe, but I will accept a faithful leap. A leap into the unknown as a unknown and come out of it changed and grown. For life does change you but it's a good thing that I'm already a strange dude with a talented range.
Mar 2017 · 469
P.N.W.A
Classy J Mar 2017
Straight outta the E-town underground, yeah you gotta do what yah gotta do to be found. Out for blood so you best guard your neck, for it's a dog eat dog world and I'm willing to whatever I can to get another check. Money runs everything, for you can't be anything if you got nothing. I earned this ****, and I'm not going to lose this **** because If I did I would probably lose my ****. Don't hate me for being brown, and stop trying to drag me down. Going out like John wick, yeah I'm about to do some sick tricks with guns popping off some stupid *****. Should not mess with me, for I'll come out of nowhere because like john cena you won't be able to see me. Not one to sleep around, because I'm looking for my other half and I don't want to carry around past regrets or wounds.

I know life ain't no fairytale but I want a love like tom hanks and meg ryan in the movie you got mail. ***** I ain't gay, and I'm no hick that you may find down by the bay. I'm a poet and I won't stop it, for I want something real rather than a hit it then quit it. In health and sickness, in poverty or wealth, in horridness or goodness. For ever I commit, for my love for you is too legit to quit. Never doubt or worry, not going to fold what I was dealt and I know sometimes it'll feel like a long shot to make up after a argument but we'll make it like steph curry. But anyways back to saying **** you want to hear, but **** it I'm done thinking sideways and being influenced by my peers. I don't sell out or buy in, for I'm out of my cell and ready to put all my chips in.

Life is a gamble, so either you can rise to your potential or stay on the ground and continue to be trampled. As much as violence is senseless sometimes it's the only way to solve things to keep on the illusion of happiness. People **** people, so how can we have a better sequel when we continue what our ancestors did because life is supposed to move forward not stay in some paradoxical prequel. Am I mental for be ethical? Am I truly gentle or am I just a boiling kettle? Proud of being different, and I'm not to say it loud and make it apparent. Classy but no wishy washy, yet I'm also Gaudy but not ******. Hastily with emergency I spit honestly gracefully and tastefully because it just one of my special qualities. Not to shabby how crafty and classy I be, for I'm on a verbal assault so best not **** with me.

Paging the future class people are catching up so best hit the gas. 3,2,1 blast off, raise the mast, to be unsurpassed so bravo squad please confirm that we have lift off. Yes in deed I took off, going off like a Molotov yeah I'm life is an adventure so best explore it like Laura Croft. Got the 8-ball rolling, so join along with me don't be a thot and don't be scared what life will be unfolding. Gotta have an appetite for destruction, because before you reconstruct society you got to fix its corrupted dysfunctional delusion. Watch your approach to this danger, because things will become stranger. But if it ain't ruff it would be to easy, and life isn't ever supposed to be breezy. Check your chin and make sure your looking straight, don't overdo it because we are as fragile as plates. You got to be a dope man just as long as you don't get caught up in the dope man. If you get asked to run 100 miles run 100 more, because you got to stay humble yet dedicated to the core. Never be afraid to express yourself, and if you get depressed don't let lies enter your mind that say to **** yourself. There will always be good, bad and ugly and there will be times where you takes hits as if you were playing rugby
Mar 2017 · 375
Everyone is responsible
Classy J Mar 2017
Absolutely augmented am I? Truly demented and ****** fallen angel from the sky. Perpetually increased cries of voices be off putting my choices. Am I devilish and in need to repent? Maybe that's what they meant when they said I was heaven sent. Greatness or mistake I don't know because right now I'm walking in the darkness. Feels like I'm climbing a mountain without a harness, and I don't know how I can maintain my posture and strength much longer without a harness. Getting distracted and impacted by obstacles, for I found out the hard way that I'm not unstoppable or invincible. Mind ran off because it's despicable, how predictable that our kind has become so feeble.

Yeah that's right we have become feeble isn't our kind so predictable? Despicable minds running off to la la land, and when that happens we don't know what to do so we put our heads in the sand. We are not invincible nor unstoppable so be cautious when you come across obstacles. Harness your inner strength and maintain your posture, don't become a monster. Don't get caught up in the darkness you are not a mistake because I believe we all have some unknown greatness. Maybe that's what they meant when they said we were heaven sent? Even though we are always in need to repent but that does not make us devilish in need of some punishment. We all make choices and we shouldn't be putt off track by deceiving voices. Long to be a angel and fly through the sky and never have to worry about pain or constantly wanting to cry. I am truly augmented but if I keep my head up and focus on where I'm headed I will overcome being tormented.

Moonlight wanders, and all I see fields full of flounders. Eeriness looms and it blinds my sight does this place spell my doom? Blood for blood everyone ends up a dud, so much confusion that my eyes are starting to flood. What is justice and how can I trust this, because I'm paranoid that everyone is as trustworthy as a judas kiss. Who determines this course of action, and why are we separated by factions and why is there nothing but rigged elections. Where can I find protection, because the people who wear the belt of correction and order is full of corruption. Separated from my brothers, and I'm subjugated by my country to go out and **** my brother. We are all one, but none of that matters it's all about who got the biggest guns. I thought I was the issue, but I'm just a product of a system misused. Am I responsible for my actions and how can I be responsible when I witness the same thing but I also have a horrified reaction. Never signed up, rights I had to give up, how can I speak if before I speak I get told to shut up. People made equal, but because people are flawed we have made a system that is anything but equal. We are the same, but you think I'm insane and speaking in vain.

Vain speaking with insane thinking, are we not all the same and does this life truly mean anything? Equal system made by flawed people so does that even make us equal? It's ok if you go up and try to shut me out, I won't give up, I'll even sign up if it my message gets out. Reactions will be horrified but people similar to me won't even be surprised. Misused system just a product of a bigger issue, we are ****** up for sure. Guns get bigger, rich get richer, poor get poorer. Brother subjected to propaganda to **** another brother for we don't know what we do so please forgive us father. Corruption full of supposed order and correction, so if that's the case who do I run to for protection? Elections rigged and we're separated into factions so what is our course of action. Kissed by judas by untrustworthy persons, I think I'd rather chop off my *******. Flood beginning to enter out of my eyes, how can I keep this up in a world full of lies. Confusion is abundant for us duds, so caught up in that vengeful mindset of blood must have blood. My mood spells out what I chose to see, so that's why for longest time the worlds lie is what I believed. Walking into flounders field wandering in the moonlight, trying to muster up the energy to keep up the fight.
Jan 2017 · 513
What's Under My Bed?
Classy J Jan 2017
My name is Tony and this is my testimony. I am a ghost and you my host before I begin my story would you like some toast? Lost soul from elm street, caught by a dream demon who had all the control man who knew that I was not even safe with all the lights on and residing myself under my bed sheets. What's under my bed? Maybe it's all in my head? After all I am just a very imaginative kid, but now I'm just a servant or what others may call me by which is a druid. Don't worry Tony it's just a nightmare, yeah a living nightmare where i'm being hunted no matter where I go and all I got with me is my teddy bear. What's in the closet and where is that holy water I stole from a prophet? Running as fast as I can, he's coming and he's so close to me that I can't even think of a plan. Can't close my eyes so how can I pray to lord for my soul to keep, oh God please grant my cry to fly so I don't feel as helpless as a sheep. What's under my bed? Trying to avoid all the places with bloodshed. What's under my bed? Knowing something bad is going to happen when I see the colour red. What's under my bed? Seeing shadows of past, present, and future victims ahead.
Classy J Jan 2017
Why does this world always have to put things into categorization, why does this world group races with over-generalization? Got frustration with these creations that one is superior than the other people, that they consider others as nothing more than mentally ******* mutations! By my calculations are we not all a combination of blood, bones, and muscles with circulation? Then people have to wonder why there is so much aggression against segregation and exploitation. Can I get an explanation? Generations of education making the eradication of other people look like some much needed liberation.  Just an over-saturation of propaganda wouldn't that be a human rights violation? Corporations assimilating their ideals into our homes, shouldn't there be an investigation?

So much discrimination against certain associations, don't worry if you got a problem with it you feel nothing after they fill you a bunch of medication! Can't speak up otherwise you will be eliminated or re-indoctrinated. Is all this a secret agenda used to manipulate us and keep us cultivated? Raising our kids for their initiation, and starve us till we die so they can use our bones for the foundation. In the time of desolation, fools we are to not have done anything to stop the devastation. Fabrication orchestrated by the federation sending out misinformation to the population. Claiming it to be true, draining any attempt at revolt till we are black and blue. Brutality everywhere man is there even morality left or is this the new reality?

Is this nothing but a conspiracy? At least that Is what I  get from all the eyes who be looking at me weirdly.  Maybe it is just an overtly over-barren theory, maybe I have lost my mind and have entered into obscurity! So let me put on my aluminum hat, and buy ten thousand cats. Labelled as crazy, maybe I am shady when I had a baby with your mommy. Don't hate because I wasn't the first one to pluck her daisy, after all I'm zany and on so much drugs that everything is so hazy. Afraid of what I'm becoming, brain has decayed, oh hey did you hear something? Oh look here comes the CIA, and all they will tell you is the I have gone M.I.A.
Jan 2017 · 492
Don Richmon
Classy J Jan 2017
'Umm...Mr. Richmon were ready.' Ok Freddy let's roll out in the Chevy. These fools who hit us up last week are going to pay, when I'm done with them their bodies will be at the bottom of a creek and police won't look because I made sure insurance was on their tray. No one ***** with the Don, get out the guns, then on Sunday we play nice with the priests and the nuns. Traditional values because we still human, police watching us like we Truman. Good thing that they are corruptible, and it's also a good thing that this land is so profitable. Living in a palace, sometimes I get lost in my wonderland like the mafia version of Alice. Got the gold, the fancy cars, and the women yeah this the life, going out every night to my bar and making sure I always have my lucky Bowie knife. It's not easy being a criminal when everyone be gunning for you, yeah this **** certainly is not breezy.

Remember not to get high off your own supply other wise you'll end up like that Tony Montana guy. Come to me for a deal you can't refuse, come to me to heal or seek refuge. Family sticks together and if you got a problem with someone you finish it in the ring like Floyd Mayweather. Life of an outlaw yeah started from the ground because you must plant seed before you attain straw. Got to be smart and when you take a chance better hope your shot hits the mark. If you didn't know already my name is Don Richmon and I won't be bent over by the pressure of this world because I came to rule it man. The Don never runs, so if you want me make sure your guns are not on stun. Come on make my day, because if you fail you better pray you can get away. I don't ****-I torture, I know I'm ill but you have to be when you’re the Godfather.

Life of a gangster got to spin the wheel like a hamster. Got not time for wangsters or prancers, because those types of people give me cancer. Only the best, so if you think your worthy for now you are welcome as a guest. This isn't the wild where you’re safe in a nest; you’re not a child you have to be willing to treat other gangs like pests. Eradicate those delegates, no time to meditate or second-guess or you will receive a terrible fate. Conceal don't feel because what once was a game has now become real.
Jan 2017 · 1.4k
Why God?
Classy J Jan 2017
Why God?
Pray and believe and please don't stray or leave. Stand tall and I know that life isn't grand but it'll be worse if you fall. Build up the church, rebuild your soul and don't focus on the worldly merch. Stay pure and remember when you have Jesus your path will be clear and there will be no fear. Ha-ha what *******, I am sick of all this, I tried religion and it left me in a deeper pit. Does God exist? Yes but does God know I exist? Hmm… Let me meditate on that; ok still not getting anything; where is God when the devil be busting my head over and over with a bat?

On my knees but I’m still getting fees that be stinging my bank account like some devilish bees. Where are you? Do you care, why do you seem so far, I'm at my breaking point and I don't know what to do! Reading the bible, starting to wonder if I’m just reading a bunch of fables. ****** job, ****** relations with both sides of my family, and ****** finances man do you think this hit is funny? Robbed from a normal childhood, bullied everyday, so I coped with it by eating lots of food. My mother taught me about you, made me believe that you were faithful and true. But maybe your no better than Santa or the Easter Bunny, as unhinged as ***** Wonka and oh how I wonder how you can sit up there while the world gets more crummy.

I got an Ill mind like Hopsin, man whatever happened to that jolly green giant, that guy died an reincarnated into a goblin. Stop that talk man because the devil is playing with your head, and stop that morbid talk of wanting to be dead! I used to listen to the 116 clique, because I couldn't stand regular worship or hymns because I found them boring, broad, and basic. I remember listening to guys like Fresh I.E then one day it changed to guys like N.W.A, Wu Tang Clan, and Puff Daddy. Everyday I used to read my bible and I would drag my momma to the holy temple, but now when I'm at church I get taste in my mouth like I took some Fentanyl. Religion is filled with hypocrites and I used to be sold out for God until I got treated like ****. I used to be a unashamed believer and I told everyone about you, but now my once pure heart has been stained and people who claim they know you, really don't know **** about you! I never shoved my belief down no ones throats, and the ones that do will be placed with the other goats.

Believe what you want just don't be a ****! That's all I ask, and it really shouldn't be that hard of a task. Putting all my issues on the table, if only I could go back in time like Cable. Momma told me to not test the Lord, but I'm tired of being choked by the societal cord. Torn between the religious and the secular, and when I die will I gain forgiveness or will I face the demonic tormentor? I don't know I’m just lost and angry and all I need is a boost or push to attain fame and money. I don't sell out, I sell in, all I got told was to get out, so sorry but I have no choice but to dwell in sin!
Dec 2016 · 10.8k
Oxymoron/Isn't it Ironic?
Classy J Dec 2016
They call me the smartest *****; they look at me like they would at Sauron.  Maybe I am just destined to be defined like an oxymoron, and also why do people shut their doors on me like I was a Mormon. Did I make the right choice when I took the blue pill and moved into Zion? Don’t know how to feel or who or what I should rely on. Bygones are bygones, got to follow the drill, so best not pull any funny ones. Being spied on, got no where to run, after all when your under a dictatorship there is no time for fun, there is only time to train one how to shoot a gun. Blang blam got a cross on fire on my lawn from the dreaded Ku Klux ****.  One extreme to another, what happened to Jesus’s teachings of how we are all heavenly sisters and brothers? **** the American dream; **** this apparent land of the free where anyone from anywhere can attain cream. Not a joke so turn this into a meme, this is serious if you only saw the things which some claim as the unseen.

Open your mind; don’t bind yourself to devilish things that appear kind. Charging up my chakra, hypnotizing you with my words like I’m the unclaimed child of Big Poppa. I am so waka I get yawl flocking to my flame, my bars aint **** yeah they as lit as Mary Jane. Bulking up like Bain, natural leader and I got a big brain. Some stalker ******* get so shady, thinking that I will spend my gravy, or that I will have their baby. Sorry I am not interested in getting rabies or taking a taste of your dead daisy. This is my loot; ***** the only thing I’ll give you is the boot. Scoot away from me, best stray by the bay before I write a restraining order on thee.  What is this world coming to? Harold be it that we stuck in a rut with a storm beginning to brew.  

People say I should stop drinking because I got family duties and responsibilities but I drink because I have to deal with the stress from family duties and responsibilities.  **** it all; **** my *****, better duck down because one punch and you’ll fall. Got the gall, Pokémon master man **** right I’m about to catch them all! I’m super and I like to smash bro, so better hide your ***** and your side **. Classically unclassified, mentally traumatized from a fall out of a genocide. Time to be unfiltered; rhyming from a heart that used to be good but now has been altered. Maybe I am just an oxymoron, just a sly fox that know how to survive because no matter what my hope for a better world will stay strong. I may live in this world but I am not of it, I may continue to give until I decide to say ah **** it! Isn’t it ironic? Isn’t the whole point of being a rapper to make a profit and strive to rap as fast as the speed of sonic? Let me puff some **** and drink till I’m subatomic. Wouldn’t that be ironic? Wouldn’t that be something if I chose to become like everyone else and live out a life of being toxic. So am I ironic or am I just an oxymoron? Don’t give a **** either way because I am iconic and will take anything you haters bring on!
Dec 2016 · 595
The Domino Effect
Classy J Dec 2016
Pumping like an artery for I got to be the battery that drives this, **** prince charming ***** this ain't no fairy tale BS. I am Hades You Persephone for reality is that life ain't no symphony. I'm just meant to be the coldest MC, Bringing you ******* all to your knees. I am as influential as Socrates and rappers like Kanye, Yachti, Wayne, Jeezy and other fakes I use as a trapeze. I'm classically gaudy so call up Regis to fill em in, for I still have Evil Within and got a tendency to slay anyone then laugh while eating some M&M's. Hating me for spitting the same ****, so what man everyone else does it. At least my bars got substance, at least one can understand every single one of my sentence's. Says right here that everyone talks too much, tries too much, works too much, but don't act out what they preach too much. Set you up, bring you down, this is the domino effect man I told yawl I'd go after these fraudulent clowns! Rapidly maniacally painstakingly organizing my life back together, avidly trying to make a difference for myself, so that life for others can also become better. The domino effect got my methodical prodigal prophetic mind constantly staying in check. Candid and sadly reeking of erroneous savagery, a man that is classically Gaudy and who also suffers with a split personality. Can I call an audible? Can I have a head start to get away from the constable? I am an abnormality who is typically without liberty to be anything who will never be looked at as being a rational help to humanity? I'm just deemed a *****, so when it came to my goals and dreams I had no choice but pull the trigger. Go figure that my figure match the picture of a killer, go figure that I roll with some drug dealers, go figure that to survive I had to become a stealer. Cause and effect when one lives in debt, cause and affect that I can get your girl more wet. Adversity is affecting me, got no time for tranquility when the pigs be searching for me. What would you do if you were me? Would you also be praying that there would be a heaven for a g? How would you feel if you constantly had to flee? How would you do if you woke up with pigment and had to adjust to life being treated like **** like me? This is just a part of the domino effect; this is just how it is in the ghetto; yeah this is just how it is always being seen as the usual suspect. Nothing but a defect, nothing but an insect, nothing to respect, so how can hope or change ever manifest?
Dec 2016 · 530
Hello Walls
Classy J Dec 2016
Please lend a ear, my mind has began to deteriorate, I no longer can see clear. Hollering to whoever takes the time to notice me, faltering in the corner wondering what is wrong with me. I have some things I need to say, will you take the time to hear what I say? You know what never mind because it's too late for me; I no longer have a mind!

Sometimes I find myself voiceless, sometimes I find myself so hopeless, doubts in my head; man how do I even cope with all of this? The only one I can talk to are these walls, sitting all lonely eating some microwaved spaghetti and meatballs. Replaying the good times in my head to block out my present despair, always laying around near to a beer to numb all my feelings and tears. Staying away dreading the shock when that felling disappears, hoping and praying that I have enough money to make that feeling reappear. What I would do differently; what I would do to get out of my present captivity. Doubting my ability as I keep going back to living promiscuously.  Maybe I secretly believe that I deserve to sit in the rain, I know that it seems pretty crazy; indeed but even I notice that I always seem to divert back to the pain. Boxed in by all these walls, feels like imma bout to drop down Niagara Falls. No matter where I go addiction pursues me, guilt got me feeling like a ******, so caught up in all the affliction of what was once done to me.

Don't even like the person in the mirror, how can I be sincere when my heart has become so bitter? Friends and family dying, wanting this life to end so I won't be lonely on the sidelines who is also the only left crying and remembering. Drugs, drinking, old age or suicide is how it goes; don't even have enough money to afford a rose. So I’m left hugging the wall, such an empty embrace but there is nowhere for me to run to and now I find myself in withdrawal. Invisible wanting to just be loved unconditional, is there a way that my life can be fixable?
Dec 2016 · 337
If you only knew
Classy J Dec 2016
Gates of my soul for the longest time forgot to be open and glow. Broken and battered from all the years. That all changed when you walked in, but I don't know if I have the courage to tell you how I feel. What do I have to lose when I have nothing left to lose. If you only knew, if you only knew that I haven't felt this way in a long time. That  moment when your smile lifted my spirits and brought hope back into my life. If you only knew what I think of you. When I was low your presence kept me high. If only you knew how much I find it attractive when you are so nice to others and look at things with so much positivity. If you only knew that like you I want to make this world better. If you only knew that even though we don't really know each other; that in a heart beat I would move a mountain for you. You make me want to be better, you make me see the world clearer. If you only knew that I never had the courage to ask you out. But no more, I can't risk losing someone so precious again. I can't live another second being too late to ask this time. If you only knew how hard it is for me to build up my courage. But I promise that when the time come I will tell you.
Classy J Dec 2016
My passions seem to be nothing more than dreams; but from my dreams are not thy passions derived from? I have many passions but from what I hear they are unrealistic. The same supposed realist's that say that everything in life came from an explosion from nothing. If nothing can create everything, cannot my passions or dreams become real? However even if I do achieve this and everything I ever wanted; what then? For I have seen those who may have everything and still feel as though they had nothing. So what is our value or the value our possessions or achievements? And how can those with nothing look like they have everything? I believe this question to be the question on everybody's mind. And I do believe only a few know the answer. My question to you is this very question?
Nov 2016 · 7.8k
Class Is In session
Classy J Nov 2016
Diving into bath salts, raving flue that is as sicking as math, at least that is what I conclude from my findings presented to the court. Objection, objection, sir I don't see the connection, maybe your rhyme scheme needs perfection. Maybe it does, but ***** it, I'm blessed by God; baby please sit down and take a chill pill and just enjoy this buzz. Busting off, so back off, bout to prove my case like I’m Ace Attorney, oh and I know it’s off topic but if I lived in America, I would’ve voted for Bernie. What the **** am I on? Came to save the digital world you can call me a digimon, you bet I’m a champion! Serendipity dear deputy; I’ll be typically wittingly searching for some tranquility. What is the validity of this vicinity as I only accept notability and won’t let this become a liability!

Pathologically paraplegic hypochondriac with insomniac who be popping poems profusely perfect; while whimsically worm's try to be strategic, but sadly choke and lose it. Miles set apart; it certainly is not a strut in some park, but everyone has to start somewhere before they engrave their mark. Don't reside yourself to just being a silhouette, nor be one to toot your clarinet. Two sides to every person like Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde; be careful to not let your pride turn into carbon monoxide. For pride will always lead to your downfall, so please take off your iron curtain and tear down your Berlin wall. Improvident incongruous incredulous confidence; underwhelming astonishment of such fundaments of these heinous and callous acts of deceitfulness. Trickery of thy decadence; why art though jittery when you are full of benevolence? So used to getting what you want I bet; well this situation can not be fixed by dough, so I see why you are in a cold sweat! Fake confidence won't help you here especially when one lies; you made a mistake and will face the consequences and I am not one quick to forgive no matter how much you apologize.  

Don’t have time to consider your sensibility, because my life is going a twitter with too much hyperactivity for me to deal with your stupidity. Befittingly that I’ll be building up the intensity, to infinity and beyond goes this creativity of this anomaly. Not going to prolong this phenomenon, I’ll be going off like a Molotov over this intercom, yeah you better not ever underestimate this underdog. Lackadaisical are these other rappers; they’re so replaceable and incapable to be educational. Incomprehensible is this loop of hip-hop now a days, why can’t we be inspirational or is it to late because we left morals and substance back in the olden days. Can’t afford to be anchored anymore, I’ve poured in too much time to be just be locked behind some door. I refuse to be ignored and be left ashore; I am not worried about going into the storm; because you are bound to come across some things that need some work like chores. Spinning the wheel, reminiscing of how it felt when I no longer concealed who I was and my self-image had been healed.

Used to be reclusive & convinced myself that I was a duffass, but now I’m exclusive to being a smart ***. This is the new era, this is a new fire; it’s time to spice things up so better pull out the sriracha. Leading the revolution like I’m Che Guevara, I’m light as feather whatever the endeavor even if my life story doesn’t end up as pristine as Cinderella’s. Why so infatuated by worldly wants? Why so decorated when you can't hide the fact that you're the same basic *** font? Trying be something else, striving to be someone else, wanting to be anything else. You are who you are, if you think it will make things better you cucu, because in my eyes you are really a star. You have to expand your interpretation and perspective of life, you have to demand without hesitation a piece of that collective pie; because I believe everyone should be equal in this life.

Calculated bullets that go straight through my cranium; manufactured outlets that show great things but have also turned us into brainless aliens. Complicated hookups that grow irritating and become as unstable as uranium; what was once sacred has become as spontaneous as going to a gymnasium. Confiscated trinkets cast away and leaves those affected very irritate; while also simultaneously making apathetic souls that have gone through the same thing be able to understand, help or relate. Cultivated rebellious culprits that don't take the memo of being cooperative, instead they choose to be provocative and opposite of the other conglomerates. I’m so fascinated by this fabricated segregated supposedly liberated and sophisticated community; where-as some so foolishly stupidly amusingly think that everyone has the same equal chance at opportunity. Moderated, regulated and orchestrated where some are situated; if you don’t think that it has something to do with be affiliated to a certain demographic then maybe you never got educated in the affairs of those discriminated. It’s a good thing then that class is in session; so viewer or listener  please use discretion when taking time to witness or hear my position. Deafening out all ill whims; wrestling with these unsettling menacing fears and guilt from all of my sins.

Yeah no need for hallucinogens, all I need is two hydrogens and one oxygen. Rocking in my moccasins; so you can bet I am not one to drop my promises. Native honour who is also a innovative scholar and who was created not to falter. I may not be good with numbers, but I'm good at making sure you never slumber on my words; because I work on them day and night in my 36 chambers. Beware the pretender, they are manufactured by the vendors to keep us from being together. Defend your heart; be wise who you befriend and who you pick for your counterpart. There will be hurt and affection can be perverted, so know your worth and never ever let yourself be distorted. It is not your fault, it is not my fault, so then who is at fault? Is it just life in general? Is it because of the being who lives eternal? Is it all of the above? I don't know, but we shouldn't judge and instead choose to accept and love!

Pardon me Martin, but if this class were a prison I’d be the warden. I make the rules here and I took the tools given to me to get me here. So listen, please listen to my lesson that I have to present to you as class is still in session. Loading yawl with ammunition to be able to transition to be able to complete your goals or missions. No I’m not tripping, I’m driven  by a higher force to break away the old ways of thinking such as division. This is not the prohibition anymore, so please open your minds and join me on this expedition. Going into the unknown, so here’s to hoping you get through this, as time goes on and be able to look back at it we may feel like this was no more than a tiny but important milestone.  Achieve, believe, conceive, receive, intrigue, and succeed because I think you are unique. You are the only you in the whole galaxy, don’t let agony turn into tragedy; ***** anxiety; yeah and never let your dreams just be some fantasy.

Outro: Sit down class ain't over yet, forfeit those frowns or fake faint or try to jet. Lastly remember what transpired today; don't go hastily and forget about it on December break okay? For though class may be over, more days or years to come until its finally over. Though education ends, one never stops learning even on vacations with family or friends.  I hope you can look back with fondness, I hope you can stay on track in the future if you truly take the time to just focus. Is there truly an end or is this just the beginning to a new bend.
Nov 2016 · 326
Philosophy Of The Cave
Classy J Nov 2016
Music writer, open-minded socialist, so fluid, time to take out the lighters I'm on fire, bout to light up all you privileged colonists. Twisting yawl like a rubric cube, this is no classy cypher, yeah imma bout to rip out your feeding tube. Let yawl die, and here’s' why; because you feeding on what society feeds you, you don't even take time to notice the sky. Brainless, laziness is easy, I get it, life gets busy and crazy, and the only way to survive is by being greedy. ** ** **, this is no joyful consumerist Christmas song for you to blinding sing along to, this is some thing to think through. Call me scrooge, ***** your new age modernistic mindsets, so what if I upset you, it was about time to get you out of your cocoons. Mute me all you want, I won't ever be cupid and have words that are as lovely as a tulip, yeah I don't care if you find me nonchalant. It's in my nature to be vocal; it's in my protocol to tear down the iron curtain that is leaving us so unsociable. Relying on the program more than friends or family, it's a tragedy what this society and technology has done to our humanity.

Narrow-minded, it's time to cut into the bone marrow of the problem, it's time not to be blinded, and it’s time for hope and love to blossom. Hate and fear is trying choke out this atmosphere, there is no time to wait, and it’s time to switch gears. Everyone must get out of the shire every now and again, I know it's hard, but you will never know until you begin. You say I say the same thing, that may true but I won't stop to it finally rings true to you, and you finally cut off your strings. I don't know about you but I’m done being a puppet, it's time to have fun and complete those lists you keep in your bucket. You can threaten me, but you must be kidding me, for you are just a smitten kitten, so do what you’re best at and climb up some tree. Better make way, don't care what you heretics say, don't care if what I say offends you, because to me the moral lines of society have become blurry and grey. If it's unfair to be so astute and abrupt, when you only have two choices either shoot yourself in the foot or nib it in the ****. How fair is that? Grow up! You acting like some baby pear heads that use whatever they find on the Internet to prove their opinion as fact.

It's all-relative, it's all based on your own perspective, everyone has their own opinion on what is or is suggestive or subjective. What if the coin was flipped, or what happens when you put on another's shoes, here is a tip to stick to your head like glue. You never truly know anyone, because everyone has experienced something different, after all this life is a result of a greater power's experiment. We are all trapped in a cave, not seeing beyond our perception of reality, it isn't till we step out of this cave or reality do we see that we were slaves. You say I’m crazy for seeing the light, not to shocking since you're eyes are still adjusted for night. Distractions and addictions that leave us restricted from an expanded and enlightened perspective. Chained to our narrow mindsets, chained like some mindless assets for society and the government. What is real, what is fake, why as soon as we start to feel, we are put through a stake?

Power strives for more power, greed begs for more, and stubbornness can leave you staying sour. Change is painful; it may take awhile to adjust to the light, even when your whole life has been dull. It's time to accept life for what it is, this is no time to walk backwards, or let your hope fizz. Life won't change unless we ourselves change, we just have to be engaged in making an effort to change.
This was rap is dedicated and inspired to/by Plato's "The Allegory of the Cave"
Nov 2016 · 194
Untitled
Classy J Nov 2016
Gradually getting great, while fracturing the bones of fretting fakes. Channeling my personified state, my goal has been to dismantle and open up your minds gate. Passionately petrified of how I feel inside, but I will no longer hide, unashamed **** never going to stop my stride. You want it then go for it, don't go bowing down to this society's jealous ridden *******. You are more than that, don't let those ****** treat you like slack. Classically calling it for how I see it, this is how I perceive, don't like it, but I don't really give two *****. One must be asking themselves why they acting to hard, or why they are always on guard. Is it something about you, is it just some distorted view of believing the vile things people be saying about you? Hmm, maybe I getting somewhere, or maybe I'm just zany and just blissfully unaware of this atmosphere.
Nov 2016 · 319
If I die young
Classy J Nov 2016
So much not yet accomplished, I still want to leave yawl astonished. I promise to give it my all and try not to fall. I love yawl, I need yawl, I want yawl to hear me and see me for what I am and join me on this free fall.  Release everything holding you back, don't be beaten by the obstacles and demons that try to block you, or attack you. If I die tonight, I pray the world to be all right, if I die tonight, I hope my message never loses sight. If I die young, may the people I’ve reached stay strong. If I die young, may you not stay numb with emotion, if I go before my time may you not get any suicidal notions! It is what it is, this just apart of living, this is why I keep giving, and though things seem to be reeling, a helping hand is all I need for healing. Ashes to ashes, message to reach the masses; taking yawl through some moral classes. Classy J I will not always be here to stay, but I make sure to live each day like it was my last day. If I die young I will be among friends and family, a place where we are no longer burdened by this toxic humanity. If I die may we never say goodbye, if I die to early please don't cry. Remember me for who I was or used to be, life happens man, there are bound to be fatalities. Live life, love life, be happy and make the most of this life. Because you'll never know which day could be your last, and life can go by so fast. So take a breath every now and again, be yourself and make some friends.
Nov 2016 · 1.4k
Diablo's Masquerade
Classy J Nov 2016
Inveigled, tangled, mangled, strangled, scrambled, dismantled, trampled, got caught by the deceitful vandal, should have known the moment I blew out my candle. So easily swayed, thought I was strong willed, but now I find myself once again walking in the shade. Sometimes I fell like I'm a human grenade, after all I am a renegade, downgraded by the world that treats my people like they a mermaid. Saturated society focusing on the wrong things, politicians so corrupt they don't even really attempt to hide their strings. Manipulating mind games that got me twisted, impersonating someone I’m not, mocking me for being gifted. Sadistic fiends making me feel so simplistic, saying my goals are unrealistic. Tilted, jilted, wilted, tempted into being wicked; how can I see the world clearly when I came into it tinted. Never fitted in, a man whose kindness was boiled away from being fed up and let out the evil buried within. This is just apart of the Diablo’s masquerade, to put me through the barren terrain, and when I feel like I’m almost through it; another barricade blocks me.

Hesitant, irrelevant, inelegant, how can you possibly be a benefit? Two steps forward, just to go two steps back, sorry this isn't the salsa jack. The only thing I hope for is to go onward and not falter too much, the only thing I hope for is to go northward and not need a doctor's medication as a crutch. There is a little Diablo in everyone, even if you own a Durango man, you aint fooling anyone. Just because you have nice things, and are able to buy diamond rings, doesn't mean anything. How is that green treating yaw? Sure it may help goldiggers sleep with yaw, but after awhile you realize that the green is like picking the smallest straw. For glory to those who are poor and meek, for they will inherit the earth, maybe you should think twice before preying on the weak. It is easier for a horse to go through the eye of a needle than it is for rich people, so though you may have it good now, just wait for the sequel. This is just apart of the Diablo’s masquerade, to put me through the barren terrain, and when I feel like I’m almost through it; another barricade blocks me.

Going up just to go down, you’re a knucklehead, might as well call you Charlie Brown. Good grief, what a relief it is to hear such a positive belief. Goodness me, I should've seen, that I shouldn't act as me, because what I do and say is deemed unclean. Let me fix my tiny flaws while your flaws take up half the galaxy, such is the blasphemy and hypocrisy of this society. Slandering, bantering, meandering, modified and manufactured gatherings; that are no more than unflattering. Keep on pandering to what is hip; keep pampering your car so you can let it whip. Don't cut that red tape, keep censorship, remain primal apes, let yourself stay a slave to dictatorship. It's time to wake up, it's time to leap up, take off that make-up, this is no time to cake up or clean up what has already blown up.  You can **** the man, but not the idea, you can ban it all you want, but it's bound to come out like diarrhea. This is just apart of the Diablo’s masquerade, to put me through the barren terrain, and when I feel like I’m almost through it; another barricade blocks me.

(Outro) But nothing can keep me from reaching my goals. You can knock me down, but I will get back up each time. I will no longer stay confined to the Diablo’s masquerade. I am done playing games. This is my life. This is my time to see change. This is my time to stay strange. This is my time, my moment, and I will own it.
Nov 2016 · 248
Vows
Classy J Nov 2016
Watchful gaze, beautiful display, playful curiosity is this love game, got me lost like I'm in a maze. Twisting and turning, got that yearning, don't tease me girl with those mind games that got my heart a burning. Dangerous eyes, boy do I feel alive, love is in the air, got me swimming in the sky. Nothing distasteful, how could I ever become hateful with someone so loveable. Got the love fever, got me chasing ******, but once I got you, I promise that I will never leave yah. This is no phase, got to be careful; love can be as fragile as a vase. Powerful and independent, making boys cower, while men reserve to become your life resident. Not here to take control, I just want to help you steer life's wheel. I'm in it for partnership.

I'm in it for an eternal friendship, because that what makes a really strong healthy relationship. You are everything to me, how can you continue to be able to handle me. I really don't know, but I do know that you turned my stone heart to snow. One and only, won me over, don't need no four leaf clover, because being with you is like living in the land of Disney. Rely on me to be there for thee, you don't ever have to try to buy my loyalty. For this is just chemistry, can't deny it either, it's just elementary. You and me, truth and honesty, never have to lie to thee. As the world spins round, we stay bound together even after were buried into the ground.

Soul redeemer of this lowly dreamer, you have my back, and I got yours, it doesn't need to be Valentines Day for me to buy you some flowers. Forever and always till the end, whatever the endeavor, you know a hand we will lend. More than friends, no matter the bends or rough patches, our love stays strong and won't ever end. As I lay beside you with my head on your heart, I don't regret anything; yeah I will never want to have a restart. Everyday is an adventure, and as we venture forward our love will never be tainted, for our love is pure.
Nov 2016 · 7.1k
Scars
Classy J Nov 2016
**** had me torn, **** had me scorned; I'm one of the few people who knows how it feels to have on a crown of thorns. Scars on my hands, scars on my feet, had so many plans but they all are now obsolete. Beaten outwardly and inwardly, never had the liberty to be anything more, just a lamb in a world full of carnivores. I am not a God; I am just a man that constantly gets beaten by a rod. The rod of guilt, the rod of shame, I'm starting to wilt, and I got no one left to blame. Faking smiles while dealing with depression, dead on the inside, and barren outside by all the oppression. Just a frame for the bigger picture, maybe instead of focusing on fame, I should've focused on the scriptures. No I don't want to hear your lecture, not here to be a fisher of men, my structure is fine enough dear sir.

Now in conjunction let’s us say amen, let’s us stop with the pretend, this is our time to amend our past mayhem. Bruises on my skin, bruises on my bones, trying not to tailspin, trying to control my hormones. You don't need Sherlock Holmes to figure this **** out, there is no need to doubt, that it is not fun being treated like an expired trout. Can't you see these scars? Oh yeah that's right you to busy looking at the stars! Scars opened up by unlocking the wrong doors, scars piling up from all the years of being treated like a *****. Scars won by wars, scars from running through the fire, scars from peer pressure, and scars from all the held back tears.

So many scars, feels like I’m not even human, yeah I swear I'm an alien from mars. 'Hey, people have it worse than you', well that may be true, it's all relative until it happens to you! Do you know what I've been through? Do you know what it's like being in an environment of lions, when you're a caribou? That's right you have no clue, the worst thing some of yawl ever faced has been the flu. Where-as there is me, who no one takes the time of day to hear or see. Where-as there is me, the one everyone tried to treat because they thought I was a disease. Where-as there is me, and only me, nothing more than one of those 'natives' or in this case 'Cree'. Can't you see my scars? Were you not listening to these bars? Do I have to drop down on all fours for some exposure? Cause when you need help I am one of the first ones to be your boulder.

They say pain won't last, they say that I can get over it in other ways other than constantly getting smashed. Some say that the forecast will clear, that there is nothing to truly fear except for fear. Some scars don't heal, some leave you with Ptsd and if something sets you off you can relive that pain wheel. I wear my scars like they a badge, not prepared to throw it in the trash. My scars make me who I am, it's just another thing in my program. My scars help me relate with others with the same scars, it helps me realize that I'm not the only one dealing with these scars.
Nov 2016 · 256
Till I
Classy J Nov 2016
They say I've been holding back, they can say all that they want man, I don't care, nor do I listen to that smack! *****, I'm so versatile, writing versus to wake you up from your own denial. You can compile a list of **** to present to the trial, dial 911, I don't care, it's not like I’m holding a gun; p.s when did this get so personal? I go above and beyond, I show love and forgiveness even to those that treated me like I didn't belong. Life is a ******* marathon; it's so easy to just give up because sometimes running towards that perfect life is like trying to find a leprechaun. I am just a black swan in a world full of white swans, and I’ve tried moving on, I’ve tried staying strong, but yet I still don't belong. Just an outlaw, trying to piece back my life together like it was a jigsaw. It just feels like I’m trying balance on some seesaw, just trying to balance all this **** while trying not to drive my self into the wall. Till my heart stops, till the beat drops, till the clock no longer tick tocks. Till the end, till I can no longer pretend, till I leave this state of mind and start to transcend.

Acrimonious precocious emotionless people only focused on their brokenness. Torn families and friends, **** won't happen by osmosis, sorry for my profanity, but if you could see through my lens you would realize that things aren't fully hopeless. Some people today are so boneless, now is a time to focus and notice our true wholeness. Burn out that closet, make a deposit in you, stop being so modest, go out and just treat yourself. Get back to business, stop fretting and slacking off, drinking out your sorrows with that Guinness. Can I get a witness? Shut the **** up fool, I definitely know what I’m talking about and my name sure as hell ain't Willis! A lot of yawl thinking you homeless; when you are actually blessed with living in this land of richness. I don't need 60 minutes to convince you that it's actually a good thing that you exist. Till my heart stops, till the beat drops, till the clock no longer tick tocks. Till the end, till I can no longer pretend, till I leave this state of mind and start to transcend.
Oct 2016 · 256
How I feel Right now
Classy J Oct 2016
Step by step, breath by breath, I climb closer to death. Taking a pounding by life day by day, waking up and downing down another pill or drink because though it shiny outside, all I see is grey. Questioning life, questioning myself, hell I even question God, I know the drill, time for me to take another hit by the world's rod. How I wish to turn to sod, how I wish to just jump in front of the road. I don't complain, I just say the facts, can I get hit by a plane, or hide myself in between the cracks? Suicidal tendencies, I thought I was done with thee, and no I'm not telling you this for some kind of sympathy. I'm just being real, unleashed pandora's seal, feelings are harder for me to conceal. Unleashing my inner hulk, it's takes everything to keep on hoping instead of just sitting their and continue to sulk. Every day is a constant struggle, every day I keep having on to jump over these stupid hurdles. Caught in the rain, caught up in my pain, so many times I just wanted to put a bullet through my brains. Fire, Earth, Air and Rain, how can I manage these elements, how do I keep myself sane? Head says I'm a failure, it says I'm unworthy, that I'm a traitor, that I don't deserve mercy. On the picket fence, always playing defence, trying to figure out how to make this world make sense. Getting caught up in what I hate, feels like i'm starting to rot, is this just fate? Do what I say, not what I do, which way should I choose, if I am blind how do I fix my view? Am I to die this way? Am I to stay this way? How can one live if they're are starting to decay? How do I not go array, how do I know you won't leave me astray. How do I stay classy? How can I escape this shadowy valley? Writing out what my heart is saying, but my mind set is stuck  and constantly swaying. Should I do this, should I do that, how can I attain bliss and never again hit the mat? Life isn't perfect, it takes awhile to even garner any person's respect. Life is what is what you make it, you either leave it or take it. Angels and demons, how do i remain faithful when I constantly do things that makes me no better than a heathen? These are the things I think about, I know one day I may finally get a touchdown. I'm resilient, don't worry I know that I'll hold out, you can try to punch me out, but you will never take me out!
Oct 2016 · 468
Classy Monkey
Classy J Oct 2016
O-o-ah-ah, brain has gone bananas, no-no don’t touch the lava- lava.  Jumping around, monkeying around, sometimes you have to let loose and mess around. If fun is a crime then put my neck round the noose, lighten up and if your cheap, don’t worry I got some grey goose. Come in and be my bunk buddy, if you hit the skunk, I don’t mind as long as you are not tardy to the party. ****, this is my jam; my friends to me are my true FAM.  Curiosity mixed with personality, every now and again I find myself getting naughty. It’s that time for the beat to make you rock with us, couple more drinks, and you’ll be ready to party with us. Classy J the future class, got the intellect to respect, other wise I will flatten you on your ***.  

Bull dozing through so yawl better move, don’t care if you cozy, got to show me you’re groove. Not joking around, do I look like a clown, take yawl to the pound and take this corrupt society down. Wow, this is new, who knew, that I could be as fresh as mountain dew, too wicked of a leader that there is no need for a cue. Good luck? Don’t need it, don’t even believe in it, I’m good with continually trudging on through this ****.  I got perseverance on my side, my appearance I will no longer hide. I got abilities, I adapt to my situation no matter the facility.  Don’t **** my mojo, hopping over all yaw with my pogo, let go of my leg yo, got a craving for some eggos.  So agile, yeah I built up defenses yet I still find myself scatter apart because everyone is a bit fragile. So kind, so generous, a role model to get behind, have to expand your bubble by being adventurous.

Hard hitting all yawl with real honesty, every time I write I throw out something out my closet and get more in tuned with my responsibility.  What is my priority, do I have a healthy anatomy, and am I truly acting out my ideology. Used to be easily frustrated, it didn’t take much to activate my buttons to make me aggravated. Now though I let my anger evaporate, now I have a mentally sound state.  I am at the stage of my life where I just say **** it, why should I really give a ****. Why should I let insecure fools get to me, why should I be anything more than who I choose to be.  My greatest strength and weakness is being loyal and faithful, it’s hard not to be hurt by betrayal, especially with people close to you; yeah that to me is even more disdainful. I see the good in people, I always believe that one day they may move on to their sequel. That’s why I always stress for yawl to be ambitious and confident, the rewards will be delicious as long as you are not fraudulent.
Classy J Oct 2016
What you looking at? You shouldn't be surprised! You knew what I was going to say. But whatever. Fine, go I don't care.

*** is wrong with you, do you know what I've gone through for you? We was a team, making c.r.e.a.m, I guess our love really was a dream. Mo' money mo' problems, I once thought we could solve em. Everyone just likes to critique, filled with so much expectation, how could I ever become your boutique? It's Hard to be original, it's hard to become phenomenal, when my best works are looked at as minimal. When we first meet I was convinced it was miracle, but now I see that your despicable. Love never flourished, I was blinded by the moment, which now I find my self so malnourished. Crumbling, stumbling towards the unheard of, I gave my all, and all I got in return was being knocked out with your boxing glove.

It's so easy for you to critique me, to try to obliterate me, to find another model to obsolete me. It's so hard for me to stay original, when society wants to hear sell outs, and doesn't care if you're a creative individual. I go out of my way, I put my effort in it each and everyday. Writing these bars, letting you hear my heart, and somehow I’m not even deemed a star. I open up, I lift you up, but that is never enough, should I just give up? Is that what you want? I never realized that I was just your stunt. Green dress, green shoes, everything is green, just a routine, in this world but not of it, yeah I’m caught in the between. It’s so easy to critique my physic, it’s so easy to group me in with the geeks.

I am trying to be original, saying the unthinkable, not here looking for forgiveness, or trying to go all biblical. If you look really hard, you may find the earth richness, if you really try, you can eventually find stillness. I don’t claim to be anything then I already am, not some shady scam, nor am I here to ****. No matter what I do, no matter what I say, no matter if what I say is true, a lot of you would rather walk onto that lack luster same **** alleyway. It’s easy to critique, but you must take time to hear me speak, instead of just writing me off as some freak. It’s so hard to be ******* original in this day and age, it’s so ******* hard to keep having things to write down on the page. It’s so hard to memorize the words I say, it’s even harder when all eyes are on you, man sometimes it feels like all I am is prey. It’s easy to critique, but you don’t know what I go through, sometimes it’s takes every ounce of hope for me to go through the week. It’s so hard to be original, it’s so hard to be proud and proclaim myself as aboriginal.

It’s just too easy to criticize me though isn’t it? It’s just too hard for you to not look at the good, and just point out the bad isn’t it? I’ll do this even if no one listens to it, I do this because I chose to commit. I do this for me, and in a way for you, if only you could see. The man, the story, the outcast, had a plan, never will say sorry, and you bet I’m resilient, all this hate I can just brush past. All these critique’s and naysayers I will outlast, not only do I got layers, but I am also a steadfast individual who will never be a typecast.
Oct 2016 · 706
Gravity Falls rap
Classy J Oct 2016
Going through a town that is not my own, fighting against strange monsters and inter-dimensional demons that can turn people to stone. A places full of mysteries, trying to decipher this places history, no time to get all jittery. People are not what they seem, who to trust, who do we allow on our team? Journals and zodiac circles, did the weirdness bring forth these nocturnal spiritual hurdles? Brought here not by choice, just kids with a ploy for adults to hear their voices. There's Dipper, the adventurous curious kind, who wants answers so bad, he makes a deal which leaves him unable to control his body and mind. Then you have Mabel, a sporadic sort with a big heart, who likes art and going with the girls to a boy band concert. Together they're known as the pines twins, who discover crazy and unexplainable things.

Who knew just another boring trip would turn into this, and bring all these interesting relationships? You got Soos, Wendy, Grunkle Stan, Gideon, and later Grunkle Ford, who each hold their own cards. There is a lot to do here, unlike the sign coming into town that says there is nothing to see here. You got shape shifters, Bill Cypher's, Zombies, Gnomes, without the journals it would've been hard walking in against the unknown. Is life really just a hologram, just an illusion, are we just pawns for the universe's amusement? Well wubba lubba dub dub, grab a glass and join the club and while you're at it you can help yourself to some grub. I don't know what the future holds, but I refuse to fold, and waste my time fighting over gold. What sights can I next explore, live for the moment by letting it loose on the dance floor.

Not going to hold any more grudges, not going to let the past keep me on crutches, it's just a part of life to take a couple punches. Why can't we do science and also have some mindless wacky fun, we got to make the most of this run. Nobody exists on purpose, you just have to look beyond the surface, stay determined and keep your eye on target. Nobody belongs anywhere but everywhere, you don't have to prove yourself by killing some multi-bear. Everyone is going to die one day, you have a choice for how you want your life to be portrayed. Come on down and watch some ducktective on TV with me, let's explore the sea on the Stan-o-war 2, because you're never too old; even if you're a retiree.
Oct 2016 · 1.4k
Panda Remix
Classy J Oct 2016
Killer boy, crawling through life like a caterpillar, yeah I work hard but get under appreciated like a water boy. Cute & Dangerous like a panda, waving my native pride like it was a banner. I'm not interested in slutty broads; yeah I don't waste my time on those frauds. Never been to London, but I am stunting, roasting haters in my oven. Girls be looking at me with panda eyes, but I am wise for not replying, because all though good in the moment, I know it will lead to my demise. Just let me versify and revamp the bounds of rap, yeah I'm about to cross the transversal line. I sometimes internalize my hate and fear, while critics are quick to crucify, it's fine because society has begun to blur. Let's prioritize our animal instincts, get what we want in an instance, who needs to care about logistics.

Hunter like tactics; we are so polarizing; praising meaningless merchandise; even if it's gimmicky and unappetizing. Just keep on pandering to propaganda, keep on working to help the great scandalized top banana.  Everything looking black and white, can we bounce back, and once again thrive in the sunlight? The inner blackness is ready to come out, the sinner that creeps in my dreams like Freddy, is there a way for me to get out? The white light of hope tries to stay strong, but how do I do that when it feels like I'm an anomaly that doesn't belong? Inner clash, inner turmoil, feels like I'm going to crash, is there time for us to unwind this coil? Deception is this addiction, struggling with affliction that sparks some friction. Sitting on the floor with a bottle of Gibson, only one more stop till I reach destruction. Sip after sip, as I start to drift, wondering if I am just a small blip, starting to question if life really is a gift.

Blackness keep on bearing down, just a canvas of blankness trying so hard not to breakdown. Searching for light to give me might, to give me motivation to continue on to fight. Just a panda; vicious but vulnerable; precious but endangered; wondering if my soul can be recoverable. How do I transition, how do I change my position, how can my intuition help me avoid this oppositional demolition? How do I carefully plan my mission, how do I clear my vision, how do I deal with this condition? Do I go to a hospital, do I dig deeper psychologically, do I become an apostle? Do I go to an intervention; do I take pills for suicidal prevention? Black & white, despite these attacks, I will bridge the gaps, and destroy the traps. Good meets bad, bad meets evil, forget the prequel; time to move on to your sequel.
Oct 2016 · 937
The Classy Effect
Classy J Oct 2016
Classy J going array, with such sassy display to you’re overbearing dismay. Blasting off today, I’m as cool as sorbet, but yet as hot as soufflé. Everlasting eternities as the cycle goes on for humanity, where some live for the moment and others search for divinity. ****** prey wanting me on their tray, the only thing I’ll give you is the direction to the doorway. Rick Ashley stray’s, I’ll throw yawl back out in the alleyway. Future class, never ever low on gas, if you mess with me, I’ll shatter you like glass. I’ll use a computer bypass, to shove a virus up your ***, not to be played with, bro don’t you know that I’m bats. I don’t butcher the masses, or overburden you like taxes, I’m just your average Joe trying to make good of all this blackness.

Not a sore loser, nor a party pooper dear querying lass, I stand my ground; yeah you bet I got ***** of brass. While some of yawl puff the grass, this creature is trying to cure the world’s tumor created by us jack assess. Don’t run on flats, tackling my demons to the mat, yeah I have gotten through life by crawling down its crevasse! Don’t listen to rumors, some call me a trooper, you have to learn how to maneuver all haters and accusers. Living life by focusing on the hourglass, I’m not one to sit idle peeping out the looking glass. But forget all of that because life is nuts, and I’m just an outlet that slams the hard truth to your guts. Enough with your meaningless chitchat, I’m done with all yawl fretting and *******, time to buck up pussycats. Your listening to a lyrical architect, don’t have time for rats or insects, this is just apart of the classy effect.

I don’t make threats, don’t you forget I make promises that will eventually be met. I’m just a twisted afflicted un-constricted gifted individual who tries his best not to be too cynical. It’s so inconceivable but yet so believable, not your typical rapper, yeah I got principal. I am always original, I am a mystical miracle; yeah I’ll be making sure you know I’m no longer going to be invisible. Beat the odds, unlike all these frauds, I know my place, I’m definitely not a God. Heated rods of critics who keep on trying to burn me, but it just feels like a thorn to me. Street with needs to meet, used to the odds, so don’t think we’ll grovel at your feet. We are not mincemeat, we are not just going to take a backseat, we stubborn as concrete, yeah we are not going to retreat.

Privileged trying to turn us neat and tidy, without them they say we incomplete, that even though we coloured we should strive to be just another ignorant whitey. Don’t you know it’s all about image? We are savages, yet they are the one’s who diseased and burned down our villages. No I don’t seek forgiveness from wily coyotes, we are not a showpiece, like some kind of conquest trophy. No I’m not finished, is there something wrong with your psyche, naughty sly feisty vermin that itch like poison ivy. I politely tell you to ****, love the irony of your fear and hate of aliens, when you yourselves came to this land from a ship, which to us was a UFO. Anyways like I said, I may go off on different tangents or phases, because there are places one needs to tread. I like to educate airheads, I like to make em red; yeah I don’t leave things unsaid.
I want to unthread this sideways planet, if you’re looking for someone who doesn’t mince words; well I’m your prime candidate.

E-town is what I represent, legacy I will cement, rap game I came to resurrect. Let’s rundown the extent of these frequent fallacious formalities, those auto-tuned drugged up wangsters that are the definition of distasteful unoriginality. I frown upon the dissent of where rap ended up, it sure need a classy clean up. I know music is subjective that it is all in perspective, but to me this garbage kids listen to is far from impressive. I find trap music ineffective and unreflective, I don’t respect something so obstructive. That’s just my two cents, and though to me it makes no sense, others may not agree and still listen to that senseless content. What I’m trying say is opinions are like *******, everyone got one, but that’s what makes us unique souls. This is just a part of the classy effect, can’t wait for what happens next, can’t wait for changes to manifest.
Oct 2016 · 255
Open your eyes
Classy J Oct 2016
open your eyes
Truth confided in lie's and conspiracies, trust is earned not taken, falsity in idealism, so much drama to fill an ocean. Bound by forces we don't fully understand, feeding into our mediocre society. Getting brainwashed, having this life of our's ****** out by distractions, not looking at what's really going on in our world. Spoiled, entitled, selfish, stubborn,greedy people we have become. What happened to us? What have we become? Who are we really? I don't haven the answers, but just like you I have a lot of questions.
Oct 2016 · 438
Be Your Own Hero
Classy J Oct 2016
Streets are throwing a ruckus, clowns creep in the alleys; man I don’t think that it is even safe anymore for us? Valleys of shadows, no love in the ghetto's, economy is crumbling so excuse me for not being able to be mellow. Corrupt politicians, with missions of evil, man I would rather go to hell and deal with the devil. All about competition, all about attrition, to get people’s blind undivided submission. Millionaires with power over the poor, news is depressing, but yet people want more. Where are you batman, where are you superman, what has happened to this society man? Where are the heroes when the powerful people make us feel like zeroes? Where is God, where is the fundaments that established us, where can I find a escape pod?

No immigrants, yet we all immigrants, full of mischievous infamous vigilantes ******* out the life of the innocents. What have we done to deserve this wickedness? How do we get out of this predicament? Because this **** is getting ridiculous. Gorillas shot to death, Isis threats, are we destined to end up like Macbeth? Who cares about success, when you don’t have access to excess? Don’t think about it, just buy another white and gold or black and blue dress, and then have it repossessed. Nevertheless I digress, I just feel like this **** needs to be addressed!
Terror and fear have we fallen back to 1939, forever to be devoured by despair that clouds up the sunshine? How I wish to see the sunrise, how I wish that instead of hating each other, we instead choose to become allies.

Not buying what the world advertises, I won’t compromise otherwise I will become de-stabilized. I won’t become antagonized, I won’t be hypnotized, I won’t let myself become a piece of property that the government can control and monopolize. My paradise will not be had if I get caught up in propaganda, I won’t be warned to be silent like some kind of Miranda. I know my rights, I won’t be treated like mice, and I will roll my own dice, and will face my price. I know that this economy is on thin ice, and that minimum wage in some areas are going up which then leads things to become overpriced. Just hold on, stay strong, sometimes life will go back and forth like Ping-Pong.

Up’s and down’s, some stay idle where others run towards the crown. Time to stay headstrong, time to start getting along; it’s just one small step for man in the words of Neil Armstrong. This is where we belong, come together and rhyme along to my song. Try to change life for the better till we die, you will never know unless you try. Don’t fear the baton and the gun; I will fight for what I believe is right just like Milan. You can **** the man, but you can’t **** the dream or the idea, don’t get caught up in the cream, cut up that visa then run wild like a cheetah. All kingdoms crumble, be they can be rebuilt, life is a gamble, but I chose long ago to no longer let myself wilt. I have no guilt in being me, and I know right now it can be ******, but when we make it through I believe we will be happy
Oct 2016 · 399
Inner Soliloquy
Classy J Oct 2016
So far apart, separated at the heart, how can love end when it was just beginning to start? Darted towards a possibility, is this divinity, because seeing you I knew we were meant to be, as if it were destiny. Writing down my feelings, heart is going faster, yeah girl you certainly got me reeling. Call this an inner soliloquy; I thought love was just a fantasy, until what used to be just me later became you and me. Future Class, security used to be as thin as glass. Never took a chance, never searched for romance, never really gave anything a second glance. Classy J, I remember when I was starting to lose my way; I remember thinking life was grey. That all stopped when I met you, so for that I have to thank you.

Never minded my beautiful mistakes, you helped me fight all of my inner demonic snakes. Before I met you I never opened my hearts gate, I am so thankful that you have become intertwined into my fate. Without you, I don't think I could've kept my head on straight; who would've ever thought that I would find myself the perfect soul mate. No more stress, no longer a mess, because I found access to the happy express. Nesting my head upon your shoulder, you support me like a boulder. As we grow older I promise I will never leave your side, because no matter what my love for you will never die, don't have to worry, my love for you I won't ever try to hide. Though this may be a soliloquy, I hope somewhere you are listening to me, don't need to be right next to me to know how I feel for thee. I love you; I want to be with you, no matter what, I will do everything I can to be with you.
Oct 2016 · 384
Word play
Classy J Oct 2016
Classy came, classy continually and confidently game. Future fame, fan fever is frantically and fanatically insane. Mr. Maniacal making machine like maneuvers, knocking down all these rappers who are no more than bootleggers. One to monitor, rap game I have just commandeered, don’t give two ***** if I become popular. Baa, Baa, Boom, better make room, no time to go to the restroom, it’s time for hope to bloom. I will literally die if I can’t help change this demented land, not here to command or demand; I’m here to expand and give struggling people a hand. Power will throw a fit if you try to abuse it, not a time to split, for giving up is the worst crime to commit. Time to make the fire run wild, time to leave all things holding you back to be exiled.  I know it’s not exactly a walk in the park, I know that making a change in your life can be as hard as hitting a target in the dark. There are seasons that are bright, there are seasons that are dim, there are people who bring light, and there are people who are just grim. Is there such a thing as good hate or bad love? Could there be such a things as determined fate or sad dove’s?

Are humans just wise fools? Are we truly kind, when we choose to rather be cruel? Life is bittersweet, not happy even if you’re in the master suite, not happy because we all secretly feel we are not complete. Painfully beautiful, awfully lucky, bountifully barren, oh how much I love living in sweet agony.  I tried to whistle in the dark, but people are a wreck they need some real fine tuning, they need more than just one little spark. As all eyes start to loom, as I slowly tame all the shrews, as I continently battle with all these thoughts filled with gloom. You need to have some real big long teeth to get through some ****, its takes more than wit, if you don’t commit; you will lose all of it. Saucy punctilious wenches, so dicey, so spicy, just inches from reaching all your potential senses. Reaching the very edges of what is possible, living in a time that has done what was once thought implausible.

Sometimes I wish I was a Solomon with some of my decisions, sometimes I just forget to put my foot in my mouth, which usually leads to head on collisions. I have an ambition, before rap I never had a position in society, but now with this transition I got some notoriety.  Never wanted to be in the spotlight, I just wanted to write, I just wanted real freedom and equal rights.  Here come the dots, what, you kidding, you aren’t seriously thinking that some humans are actually modified robots? Hustling so hard, you can call me Rick Ross, rhymes so fresh from yours truly: The Classy boss. Getting between the cracks like dental floss, cutting through all this corruption as if it were moss. Strong and steady, this is not a gong show, so please don’t bring out the confetti. If you want to be healthy you best eat your veggies, if you don’t want wedgies learn how to fight because life isn’t nice and sweet like cherries or strawberries. Time to be edgy, so it’s time to get rid of all of your teddies. Jaded by all of the junk, jealous insecure jocks aren’t worth your time, so don’t be afraid to let loose your groovy funk.
Oct 2016 · 468
In the wild
Classy J Oct 2016
They say to survive you must be fit and have an intellect, they say to sympathize is to be weak and you will get kicked out of the sect. They say to **** is the nature of the beast; they say to cater to other people your reputation will decrease. They say, but who gives a **** what they say, I will do things my way. I don’t care if my decisions are not the safe way, so be aware that I will not longer be your slave nor will I let others be your prey. I was made to disobey it’s in my DNA, so call big brother, don’t matter to me, because this light you won’t smother. So clatter around, try to put me in the ground, but it’ll be you going to the pound. Climbing the ladder, not listening to all your blabber, in the wild you either hunt or end up on the platter. Bullies I revile, no better than bile filled grunts, and if you choose to confront, your head is what I will punt.  This is not a stunt; this is the wild, so stop acting like such a child. While your hitting blunts, I’m wielding up hope, looking at you through a microscope. Tiny little vermin trying to act tough, but when I come at you, you’ll be squirming.

You taught me to be tough, and you said that my love was enough. Power hungry, sour flunkeys, experimenting on me like some kind of monkey. Never was a ******, but in the wild it can turn very ugly. If it’s not one thing it’s another, there are just things out there that you just can’t buffer. Wish there were things I never discovered, but I guess that’s what happens when you start to wonder. Out in the wild coming out with colour, I know we trying to get better being together, but in reality being different will only make you suffer. That’s just how they see it, wanting people like us to quit. This is the wild, it’s never going to be mild out here, and just going out the door sometimes is such a chore. In the wild they just like to ignore, don’t give a crap if you are poor, they just treat you like a *****. It’s all about keeping score, it’s all about wanting more; yeah they are no more than opportunistic carnivores.  Go away and drink out your sorrows at the cheapest liquor store, they benefit from you dealing with addiction wars.

We have a choice to be weak, we have a choice to be meek, so don’t throw it all away by trying to drown yourself in some creek. Own what you did, don’t be a little whiny kid. Man up, women up, grow up, you will die in the wild if you choose not to get up. Time to unleash that inner being, time to find your meaning, time for us to finally be winning. This is the wild, time to get reconciled, and be rewired. Won’t ever know your own strength until you wield it, won’t be able to hide from your problems until you deal with it. So don’t yield to ungodly desires, you have to keep on being a survivor otherwise you will expire. The wild is not kind, need I remind that it messes with the mind; and that you can’t just run through it blind. Stay true, stay you, in the wild you can be the real you. Just keep on swimming, keep on trimming, with or without you the world will continue on spinning.
Oct 2016 · 922
welcome to the jungle
Classy J Oct 2016
Welcome to the jungle, t-dogg and me be going prehistoric on this **** so get ready to rumble. Now Dumbo, please excuse me for being blunt, but I will not be seen with precocious little runts. I'm just here to stunt, this is not a front, so back off because I am not a man to confront. I'm on the hunt for real people to be on my team, not fakers or sell outs that have as much taste in music as a Lima bean. I'm pretty keen on that, so better lean on back if I deem you as just another phony hack. Independent future star, classy j the future class, better believe that I will make it far. Blasting off like a shooting star, just getting started yet I'm already setting the bar. Native proud, standing up and helping my people's voices finally make some sound. So get up, and be loud, don’t let people shut you down, never let yourself be deceived by wicked clowns. (T-dogg) I hear you classy j, loud and clear, and I hope the day draws near for people to just love and not hate or fear. When in the jungle, things can become real trouble, and the whole system can turn to rubble. Sometimes your best bet is to only trust in you, because people are fickle, if your not careful they will ***** with you. There is a lot of change to go through, don't let others or yourself cage you in like you was in a zoo. Be free; never ever lose sight of who you want to be. This is your shot, your moment, your opportunity; I believe everyone got it in himself or herself to help rebuild not just themselves but also their community. The jungle can thrive; we just need to come alive. We just need to take a chance, after all isn’t life just one big dance? So come on and put on your pants, time to shake things up; I believe that this life we live, weren’t given to us just by chance. (Classy J) This is the jungle; all are welcome here to thrive, because we as humans need each other to survive. Not a time to point fingers, not a time to let offense continue to linger. This is a time to be a singer, time to be dreamer, time to be a speaker, you can do it, and you just have to be an eager believer. Rise up, time is never up, who cares if you fail once or twice as long as you never give up. Raise the meter, you will never get what you truly want and be happy with it if you become a cheater. You can try to cheat life, but you can’t cheat death, you just have to go step-by-step, breath-by-breath. Keep moving; keep grooving, with a positive attitude I believe your mood and self-esteem will keep on improving. Welcome to the jungle, welcome to a fresh start, don’t get pig headed,because the only way you can stay afloat is if you keep a humbled heart.
Oct 2016 · 230
No Escape or Is there?
Classy J Oct 2016
Done in, evil and I had a run-in, man the devil got me running. Bad turns sad, why does this always happen to this innocent lad. I guess there is just no escape, destruction is imminent, covered up by red tape. Isosceles triangle, if you don't see what I see, you looking at it from the wrong angle. It's true, sorry that I won't be what you all wanted me to be, it's in my nature to wanting to be free. Get out, can't stay in, shut me out all you want, I don't care because I'm leaving. Oh what a difference it is to be out, sorry if it stings like a cut, but I told you before that I wanted out. Thought there was no escape didn't you, but I sought it out and created a coup before you even had a clue. Once locked in literally and metaphorically, had fun with that dance but I'm normal now because of all that psychology. Better run, because now it's your turn to burn, get out the tranquilizer gun, got a lesson to be learned.
Sep 2016 · 315
Never Doubt
Classy J Sep 2016
Going crazy, you’re words don’t faze me; I remember when growing up was as easy as driving Ms. Daisy. Been moving up lately, flying like the birds, man my stock be going up greatly. Lying awake, making myself a protein shake, working around the clock, I don’t think anything in life is a mistake. Making other rappers green with envy, is it a sin to be deadly? Not here to be friendly, hit you like a semi, might as well give me that Grammy. Ready, set, go, this is just elementary, got the wit, and you better bet my flow succeeds Excellency. Busting through the knot, love the fight, learned a lot despite everything, I’m still blowing up like dynamite. This wasn’t just done overnight, took a lot to get going, now I’m here holding my own, yeah that towel I’m not about to throw-in. Got the skill and the will, no fear, no need for a loan, destiny I will fulfill. Can’t deny my credibility, not just your average guy, got a natural ability that I apply to turn those blind eyes. Not one to deny, not some small fry, me oh my, establishment I will defy. So stand by, not about to comply, so to simplify, I testify that I will intensify people’s once unheard battle cry. Bout to bring the ruckus, don’t like it you can **** ***; I won’t sit here idle and let you continue your injustice. Not a fan of this monotonous spiral, for supposedly advanced beings we still act primal. Want to be a model, stop that vicious cycle, leave your denial, and then maybe there is a chance for humanity’s revival. These moments we use are precious, don’t drop the ball, and burn the wrong bridges. Sometimes you can be your biggest opponent, lie’s are potent, they will leave you broken, don’t believe the words that were spoken previously or in the moment. Never limit yourself, keep up a positive spirit, you are better than those jealous bigots. It’s not illicit to be you, after review, even though I may not know you, I don’t think you smell like mildew. I think to be you, is to be true, and if someone doesn’t like you, it’s their loss, not your fault that they have a distorted view. Anyone can love or hate, take this as a grain of salt, but just remember that you are the keeper of your hearts gate. Never doubt, there will be seasons of drought, it will get better, just stay patient, you will one day break out. Don’t have hesitation, don’t become complacent, keep a dedication to getting out of unhealthy situations.  You just need the right motivation, keep away from running towards short term fixes like medication. I don’t want to weep at your funeral, stay clean; any soul can be renewable. Life goes up and down like a trampoline; some things can be unforeseen, which can drag you down deep waters like a submarine.  So be careful in the battleground, it is not a playground; you certainly can’t fool around, for if you do you can end up underground.  Don’t give in, don’t be fearful, though at the moment it seems like you have no control and are in peril. Never settle for less, unclutter your mess, and release all your tension and stress. Never doubt; depression you will beat out, call the auto-bots because it’s time to roll out. Never rule out yourself man, you can work this out, yeah dude you just need a plan. Got to do the homework, file everything into groups like a network. Don’t let things keep you in the dark, become the spark and take out the devilish shark. Never doubt, not a time to black out, not a time to freak out, I believe this darkness can be forced out. Never doubt, never become a sell out, darkness we have to ***** out. Never doubt, before you go head first, you better map it out. Never question if you’re normal or if you’re cursed, demons we shall divorce.  Never doubt, let it out, work it out, don’t worry if every now and again you wipeout. Never doubt, before you say something you should play it out in your head, finish the things bothering you and put it to bed.
Sep 2016 · 390
Time Zone
Classy J Sep 2016
I know I can’t change my past but I can change my future, you don’t need to go back to the past to understand your future. We are definitely in a time zone, and the time zone is what your opinion is on life, so if you think your life going nowhere, you just want to end it with a kitchen knife, or living is flourishing, you can’t wait to being happy for the rest of your life. Yeah time to forget and forgive the prequel, this is a time to start your sequel. Yeah, bad life to good life, good meets bad, bad meets evil, time to make a new life, forget about the prequel, and time to make a new sequel. Young, new, and free, we have just fought in the war; we have found the key to survival, the key is how we survived the blood and gore. The end is coming, yeah it has just begun, man I telling you the truth when I say it’s not going to be fun. Yeah Liars, haters, fakers, and money-makers, we all are going to die but we just waste our lives watching some basketball featuring the Lakers. Time is my enemy, it definitely is not a friend to me, and I used to be a faker because I used to hide my true self, which you could not see. Yeah, we will one day be the land of the free, but for now we fight, we fight for our rights, and if we die don’t worry cause we’ll be dining with the king that night. Yeah, time keeps getting faster, I may be an inspirational speaker but I would not consider myself some Pastor. I was a hot head, but now I have cooled down a notch, but there are still times where I have to bring out a bottle of scotch. Yeah from hopeless to hopeful, from pain to happiness, from hate to love, we are set from our cage like a peaceful dove. Time’s up, what’s the meaning for our lives now, what did u do in your life which made u really proud, we like to be the change, the difference, the one not a part of the rest of the crowd. We sing and we shout, but when it comes to being the bigger man we just stink like trout. We stay our masked self’s from reality, we can’t be ourselves so we strike out and get a lot of fouls, we lose the game which feels as bad as a fatality but that’s just reality. Man I know life aint fair, I would know I’ve been there, but we have to get bracken before we are renewed, man our lives can be kidnapped by evil and feel sorry for ourselves and we just give it a movie title like taken.
Sep 2016 · 13.6k
Nerd Life
Classy J Sep 2016
Friendships are easy to lose when you play competitive videogames, rage quits and pride on the line, and yeah that's when things get insane. Smash bros, tekken, street fighter, king of fighters and mortal kombat, the greatest fighting games to ever come out of game designers hats. Its magic man, its addictive like gambling, who is the best gamer and who is a noob that everyone be trampling. Gg bro, even though we don't mean it though, your not as good as us, compared to us you are nothing but a ***. Powning and owning all you suckers, PC or console gaming, either way you are bound to find some trolling little *******. Gamer life, and one aspect of the nerd life, but there is more to our expansive life. There are the: know it all’s who can reference anything and corrects everything everyone says, and if you can't keep up, you can have a nice day. Star trek and star wars, collecting action figures that are definitely not dolls, roll them dice boy to see if our clan survives going down the falls. Dungeons and dragons, role-playing in a fantastic fantasyland, joining clubs like board games, videogames, writing, reading or band. Make fun of us now, but in the future we could be your bosses, so think about the next time you say that were wasting time trying to beat a dark souls boss. Cosplaying and reading comic books, this is the nerd life man, relaxing in our snuggies and croc's. Don't judge us without getting to know us, who knows you might want to get on the nerd bus. On a mission like Frodo or harry, going faster than the speed force just call us Barry. Feeling lucky punk, riding over you like a monster truck. Nintendo, Sony, Microsoft, steam, Sega, and PC, may just be me but I love it all, I'm not picky I appreciate things as they are like Marvel and DC.  Go go gadget, hate getting stuck traffic, I'm not the killer, I'm as innocent as Rodger rabbit. Please Ed, edd, and eddy, don't need to cause a scene because that would be pretty petty. What's the sitch wade, better beat those bad guys that choose to miss behave even if it effects my school grade. Kids that watch Cartoon Network nowadays will never how awesome it used to be, shows like samurai jack, power puff girls, Johnny bravo or Dexter’s laboratory. Duck hunting, ****** tunes and chill binge on anime and the only slam-dunk we do is Denny's pancakes sorry Shaquille O’Neal. Pocket protecting fiends; not to good at puberty, man we spending it all watching reality kings. New beginnings, love seeing what’s new at e3 each year, except for waiting for that game to arrive, counting the days till it finally appears. This the Nerd life, I may have never got the attention of girls when I was young but who knows I may just find myself a nerd wife. I can't wait to show my kids all that I know, the circle of life man, now I have a new perspective on watching this kid of mine grow. Future hopes, future class blasting off into possibilities, nerd life man better build up my durability.
Sep 2016 · 351
Lost In Misery
Classy J Sep 2016
Wretchedness voided away from happiness, sulked in the sadness, is this normal or is this madness? Desolation of the separation, melancholy conversations, what ever happened to having affection? Torment, my life feels dormant, heart aching and broken, needs some reassortment. Depression, mind suggestions, is this just apart of the natural selection? Anxiety seeping out, it's like I'm caught up in a whirlwind, that I am just desperately trying to get out of, but the darkness has trapped me within. Misfortune has been afflicting me, got me addicted to thee, blinding me from seeing how I should be. What a messed up ordeal, wondering if any of this is truly real, if you can relate then you know how it feels. Deprivation, reeling in onslaughts of frustration, hoping I can make it through this tribulation. Hardships, wanting to blast off in my star ship, already passed the point of brinkmanship. Woe, that's how it seems to go; temptation got me wanting more and more. Don't know what I'm here for; is religion truly no more than lore? Such anguish of these demons that I’m to tired to vanquish, not normal so should I just be banished, some times I wish I could vanish. Trouble; walking through the rumble of what used to be stable, sometimes I think happiness is just a fable. I'm in a state of dejection; need to find out what's wrong with me, so I go to the hospital for a C-section. What a painful delight, passionately barren, as all eyes keep on starring through the night, can you imagine? Twinge of pain, give me a syringe and put it in my veins, so gone that I don't care how much of myself remains. Left astray, life going down the drain, negative attitudes leave me seeing everything as being vain. Absent minded, set adrift, thank you bad memories I really like to be reminded. Hidden wayward unredeemed soul, thought he was a genius when he was a fool. Not meant to be foul, but I am looked at like some kind of ghoul. Kiss Goodbye, can no longer cry, missed chances to make up for all my lie's. Oblivious, all things in life are frivolous, what once deemed pretty are now deemed hideous. Trying to be found, trying to turn this around, I no longer want to live in this pound. What will it take to become safe and sound? How long before I can stand on solid ground? How do I become world renowned? How long till the world treats each other as equals, how long till I'm no longer disowned? Am I the only one that feels alone? How long till I am out of this combat zone? Don't want to explode, in survival mode, but it's hard to move when I am carrying a heavy load. Loaded up with issues, loaded up with problems, loaded up with offence, maybe that's why I seem pretty tense. Trying to look through other peoples lenses, using all of my senses, building up healthy defences.
For this rap I wanted to only use words that could connect with the word misery and that is why this one is a little dark. But I wanted to better my writing and I feel like it hits home.
Classy J Sep 2016
After all angles have been unraveled, after all was done and said, I still find myself baffled. What people have died and bleed for, the world is changing, that is something no one can ignore. After all we are all about adapting and making life better; don't be nervous or scared, just continue on being a go-getter. Nothing wrong with that, in fact I agree, but the degree of society today in my opinion is still whack. There is still death, racism and unequal pay, but try your best and keep pretending everything is ok. Technology seems to evolve faster than our dismantled mindsets, entitled idolatry confounding in misogynistic hearts; I think humans need a reset. But we let it persist, and for those men that beat women you need to cease and desist. If you beat a woman to me your not even a man, your just an animal that needs to be put down for your stricken by a bad omen. Oh man, oh lord, don't care if a struck a cord, for I can't afford to be anything more than a sword. Cutting through red tape, not all heroes wear capes, one day I hope we never again have to deal with abuse stories or ****.
Sep 2016 · 483
Classy Cypher
Classy J Sep 2016
Ravishingly relevant, don't give a **** about being elegant. Thanks for the sentiment, but I will not give you any dividends. To me you are no more than excrement, can't you see that I am benevolent. Dashingly skilled, got a strong will, shoot to ****, run of the mill, if you join me I will never treat you Ill. Shockingly built, not going to bear any guilt, for if I do I will wilt. Establishing my mark on this earth, destined for greatness ever since my momma gave birth. Developed moral codes that one could not break, never tried to play it safe, you can bet that I will not give in and just be another phony fake. For heavens sake, no pun intended; don't give a **** if you’re offended, my friends are all colourly blended. So what if I'm not politically correct, you **** heads don't always have to be so *****. So elect me for president or prime minister or whatever, how could it get worse when politics is full of bad weather. Canadian born, but my name isn’t Aubrey, that guy who is worn out yet he thinks himself as godly. Funny, narcissistic sloppy rich boy sell out, Mr. ****** ****** get out, or you will be taken out. Classy J will you show you how it’s done, I do this **** for fun, never claimed to be number one. I am definitely not the goat, but I stay afloat, to devote my time to finding the truth instead of finding a scapegoat. Real deal, making people like you my next meal, you will be no more than a third wheel. Sure I can't free style, sure I rant about how it is to be a Cree, but when it comes to original verses I surpass you by a mile. I will never reconcile, I will keep on being a clever juvenile. They will file this rap beef as a no contest, no need to weigh in against a crap invested slugfest. But back to my rap, not about to waste my time rhyming about rappers that slack, it is like I am rapping against scrap. Anyways, these days, people have become dazed, it's like we living life sideways. Don't be succumbed, look towards that sequel, don't lower yourself and stay hazed for if you do you'll stay dammed. Not here to have you condemned, but if you hook up with the wrong crowd you will end up harmed. Stay esteemed, never **** your dreams, anything taken away can be reclaimed.
I just started writing, this is not a finished product but most likely a project I will finish later.
Classy J Sep 2016
Intoxicated, liquor going down the esophagus, hiding from my problems because I'm still devastated. Will we end up obliterated by the crap we have done, it was all fun, but now we have no where to run. I tried expressing all my worries, but a lot of yawl not hearing me, it's not just illimunati theories but that's all you choose to see. Emotions fluctuate so much, so easy to lose touch, so easy for life to leave you crushed. Starting to suffocate, why didn't we cultivate? Why did yawl hesitate? Is the future truly set, are we truly the keepers of our fate? Degeneration of these degenerates, starting to reap our recompense. Tried to keep positivity elevated, tried to not keep my expectations elevated, tried to leave my negativity eradicated. Separated by technology, separated, man we even  try to figure out each other using psychology. Separating what makes us do what we do, to figure out what struggle is true.  Separated by race, if you intermix you're treated like a disgrace. Separated countries, towns, cities, and continents, separated religion and genders, and you don't fall in line your incompetent. So I drink, bottle after bottle, isn't that my people's motto? That's what we got told by privileged whites, and if we revolted, we got hung up like kites. Gangs and drugs, created into monsters, by all these monsters. Now a broken generation oppresses each other, now we decide who is native enough, we have become cain, just a killer brother. Oh brother you may say, you have a choice to make life bright or keep it staying grey. Three to six generations of broken treaties, three generations of residential schools, forced to lose our culture and embrace your culture and your deity's. Now why don't you try dealing with that, only one generation out, and we still treated like rats. Killed anyone different, whether that be native, black, asian, it didn't matter you held your entitled nose and became ignorant. What did we deserve to get this, there are days I wish I didn't exist, because we are still dealing with this. I guess it is what it is, it's just your average day being ethic, never going to be treated better even if your if a ****. Don't believe me, just ask Ahmed Mohamed, that's why I believe this world needs to get hit with another comet.
Sep 2016 · 308
Taking off the Mask
Classy J Sep 2016
Frickidy Froik faking myself for acceptance again, trying to be something I am not; am I insane because I feel there is something wrong with my brain. I feel like being myself steers people away from me, so I put on a mask to be a thing that strays away from being the real me. Out cast, just one awkward person, semi-Christian kid that listened to pastors sermons. I was souled out, but when it came to defending God, like peter I was a sell out. Hanged out with the druggies and the geeks because everyone else wanted nothing do with me, they just looked at me like I was a freak. Rough times, but it is what it is as they say, I don't care; I'm different now, walking down a path not looking back at my past ways. I just had a messed up mind, ignoring all the signs of opportunity, yeah I guess you could say I was driving life blind. Was out of it, thought I'd never get out of it, I was just so bent on the thinking that I just couldn't handle it. Lost my handle when I got caught up in the scandal of life, always wondering if I would last the night, wanted so badly to just end my life with a knife. Getting into grade 10 dressed up as the invisible man, no one noticed me; it was if I was as tiny as a milligram. I stayed away from functions, stood brewing in my own demented self-destruction. Sore and broken, shouldn't have done what I did, but how can you help out a struggling kid. Empowered individuals to change themselves, but I couldn't seem to be able to cure myself. I pretended like I was enjoying all these immoral pleasures, I lost sight of myself, its like *** has become worthless damaged treasure. Time to take off the mask, time to stay on my task, time to get out of that full body cask. I am done being mummified, done being dead on the out and the inside, time to be independent time to no longer hide who I am on the inside. Know what to do but don't know how to do it, been through a lot of ****, and there are still times where I say you know **** all this ****. I hang onto the future where I change people, so we can get out of being the in the age of being mid evil. There is still hope for us *******; there is still time to rearrange the masses. Its time to take off our masks and be who we truly are, you just have to believe in yourself because if you do you'll make it far. I only speak from experience, you don't have to take it from me, and some times you have to get burned to truly see. Never shy away from going to someone who could help you and not judge you, find someone who will take the time to listen to your point of view. It may hurt to say what you’re going through at the moment, but if you don't it will eat away at you until it’s too late for atonement. Take off that mask, forget about what may transpire afterwards because of the decisions you made, you are broken off of it, now you can relax in the shade.
Sep 2016 · 234
The Procedure
Classy J Sep 2016
Needle, wipe, pressure, were losing him. Come on ******. Come back to us. (Monitor beeping then ends). No! Nurse start CPR.  The world needs him even if they don't know it or want it! Welcome to the procedure, Classy J natural born leader, designed for a purpose from the ultimate creator. Don't care about any haters; I love chilling in the swamp with all these alligators. Words are just that, not going to leave me depressed knocked down on the mat. Ready to bat, not going to be trapped, I'll just continue to rap, no matter what, won't let negativity back into my heart. I will not go back to the start, for I am smart, going to make it those top 100 charts. So take me as I am or not, rot or stay fresh, born again man, I am no longer a mess, making sure I save my cash. You can try and diagnose me or try to expose me, but you will never hose me down, leave it all on the tombstone, I will make sure my name will be renowned. Fate by design, I might just see you around, my rap will never be shut down.  This is the Procedure, I am alive like Frankenstein’s creature, hit you like a seizure, not here to tease yer, I here to help you become a dreamer. Don't fear the reaper, for life is just a long detour, so really why care about meaningless things like your demeanor or figure. Shot of morphine, shot of codeine, to forget all your worries, or you deal with it in a hurry. Addictions come in many shapes and sizes; we all fake, putting on masks, running around life like it was derived of infinite mazes. Everyone goes through different stages, addiction can leave you stuck and locked in like your trapped in infinite cages. So crazy how fast age goes, got to keep myself composed, I propose that we don't oppose this life, for it will only leave us sad in the shadows. This is the procedure; I realize that this life needs a cure, try looking in the mirror, for I believe anyone's heart has the ability to again be pure.
Sep 2016 · 324
Dark roads
Classy J Sep 2016
Shadows, ghetto's, ******'s thinking they jared leto, they not on that kind of level, we all messed up and deserve to burn for a eternity with the devil. Dark Roads, life is full of *** holes, trying to piece my life together but my brains been messed up, got to many plot holes. Tip toes, and grim shoes, making it rain, wasting my time on a bunch of hoes. Get off, and get out, drank the night away, yeah those days I really let myself go. Working for that pay roll to pay bills off, 3, 2, 1, we have lift off. As I drift off into my own land, wanting to escape from reality and fly off to Neverland. Long days and long night, travelling dark roads, yeah those days I really lost my sight.  Needed to get on better paths, no more dark days with immoral pleasures for I see myself slowly turning into a sociopath. Time to shape up, time to change, can only try be better and lock those inner demons into a cage.
Not my story, Just came to my head
Sep 2016 · 6.3k
Diss Track
Classy J Sep 2016
Yeah this rap goes out to them groveling phony fraudulent rappers, who think they some hot ****, but really their rhymes should be flushed down the crapper. I won't pitter-patter over the rap games floorboards; I bust through it and slice them up with my sword. Rap today has decayed, laid to waste by auto tuned ****** fruity puffs that only care about getting paid. So despicable, yet so typical for this day and age, creativity is deadlocked away underground in a cage. Only the critically insane ******* ever try to resurrect the rap game, because most get into bed with the devil so they can achieve easy fame. Illuminati in the media, in the music, and in the congress, corrupting the youth as if they were pawns as if life was like a game of chess. Oh father if there is a father up in heaven, we need help, I tried dialing your number but there mustn't be any service up there in heaven. Are you hearing me, I tried to show the corruption, but it keeps getting covered up by this convoluted industry. Yeah I went there, what you going to do, you just some phonies with some really low IQ's. Yeah I said this was going to be a Diss track, that points out how all this worldly **** is super whack. Fake rappers, fake society, trying to look real and happy in their greedy nobility. While other starve to survive, literally, but I forgot that the majority don't give a **** about minorities. Forgive me for all the honesty; I know I should probably see a specialist in psychiatry. **** it if go off the handle every now and again, I'm not here to make friends with filthy pagans. I'm just here to establish my lyrical ministry; I'm here to challenge everything and everyone's dignity and humility. I'm not in for cheese; I'm only in it because I want to shake raps monochrome foundation to its knees. Tear it down then build it up, there needs to balance just like pendulum, no time for sell out broken down ***'s. Diss the flow, get to know who the hell you calling out, otherwise it might come back to knock you out. Diss just business, its time to throw in the towel if can't finish, diminish all of those who can't handle this new improved business. Be a role model that anyone could look up to, and if you're not down to that then *******. Diss is the time to reinvent yourself, its ok if you need a little help cleaning out your shelf. Everyone deserves a second chance to change, to rearrange themselves so they can begin a new stage. Diss is not what you expected, but I hope you hear these words so that you can heal instead of staying infected.
Sep 2016 · 312
Encore
Classy J Sep 2016
Yeah this goes out to all you classy people out there who don't care what others think. Here we go, this is the encore, this is an uproar of all the fans from everywhere in our land, to bounce along to my rap that they can relate to and understand. This is a movement; we are the outcasts bringing light to the darkness, the revolution to address all of the worldly societal governmental sickness. Eternal lights in a world full of burnt out candles, don't care if what we do draws some scandal because we our centered with a firm grip upon our Handel's. This is rap music; this is poetry in motion, to stir up good and bad emotions. This is an art form, this steps out of what we deem as the norm, so if your ready let's be that storm. (Hook) Death becomes life, bringing light to the night, we are here to go fight for what we deem is alright. Are you ready? Are you ready to create a ripple effect to affect all those lost insubordinates so that we can start fresh with this new sound? Encore... this is an encore). Uproot all the rotten roots, doesn't matter if you're wearing rags or if your in a business suit. We are all created equal, no one is inferior to one another, we should use the lessons taught by the authority figures we lived with to use for our future sons and daughters. Through valleys and flames, though we have changed, we will rearrange this from being a lost and damaged age. We may feel Outta control, we may feel insecure, but when we are alongside our fellow brothers and sisters we will stay secure. Invoking and provoking all the demons brought upon the land by us heathens when we forgot how to reason. Future may yet have class, but nothing ever will be done if you just lay down on your ***. (Hook) Death becomes life, bringing light to the night, we are here to go fight for what we deem is alright. Are you ready? Are you ready to create a ripple effect to affect all those lost insubordinates so that we can start fresh with this new sound? Encore... this is an encore. This is the movement, this is the inspiration we move with, a battle near and far, reaching the very limits of what was once deemed a myth. Encore rings loud and clear, our voices scream louder and louder that I can no longer hear. Justice beseeches the incumbent few, hope this message is ringing for you. Future class, classiness, we can live in harmony, there is no need for ruthless violence. Burn the world, be that light that sparkles up through the night. Don't fear, rage age the machine, don't care if your ripped or if your an anorexic jimmy bean. Better call the dean; classy j is killing this beat like a fanatic fiend, frying it like it was a bunch of beans. Savage killer, unstoppable gorilla breaking down the walls of normality, it doesn't get any realer. Causing a fever, expelling all the inner demons, vanquishing every foe, because we have the power just like he-man. (Hook) Death becomes life, bringing light to the night, we are here to go fight for what we deem is alright. Are you ready? Are you ready to create a ripple effect to affect all those lost insubordinates so that we can start fresh with this new sound? Encore... this is an encore.
Sep 2016 · 637
Heatwave
Classy J Sep 2016
Summer time, things are starting to heat up, the temperature is rising, and this is the time to let your *** up. Yeah party party, with more revealing clothes, drinking every night, and in the day we be browsing all the stores. Heat wave, not a time to behave, forget everything and let loose, not a good time to stay safe and isolated in your cave. Oh yeah, classy j splashing in, blasting in, feeling the heat man, yeah I be going in. Now hold up, hold up, look up look up, not a time to look down bro, its a celebration man, so pass me that red cup. New groove, new mood, my status is growing; I'm no longer as shrewd. Heat wave, yeah it is hot hot hot, tongue twisting yawl into unbreakable knots, knots, knots. On fire, cut the wire, I will never tire, keeping my opinion more middle grounded, the heat is pushing me up man, and yeah I just keep going higher. Raving, tutting, going all out, don't stop the party, man imma make you all scream and shout. Shut up and live in the moment, just do it, because this your time, this is a time to make yourself a moment. Heat wave, gateway, get away, chill out with bae, new at the force but we'll get used to it just like ray. Spitting the hot fire call me a fire ******, going up in rankings until I become the number one contender. Not going read no hate mail man I'll just click return to sender, going on tours everywhere man so you best be checking your calendars. Oh yeah, keep my flow going, never ever slowing, coming at you like a heat wave, I'm a star that will forever be glowing. I'll be going from show to show, thankful that I can, so I personally want to acknowledge and thank all you fans.
Sep 2016 · 302
Life Sentences
Classy J Sep 2016
Sumptuous of these innate Pompous vigilantes, doth their vile belligerence beckon death. Avast ye beaten barren boisterous vermin, tis but at thus no more than a bunch of wearily laden distain that you try to escape. Art thou destined to fail, art thou not broken? Doth not understand what state you're in at the moment. As much as I would like seeing suffer at the hands of the mercy less. Your endless reckless desperate cling to live another day is quite inspiring. If roles were reversed I cannot say I would have taken deaths hand long ago. At some point you may realize that this hope of yours is perilous and pointless. For thou has found yourself in the depths of hell. Once your in you can never get out. Is this the end? Things seem to me to be pointing that way. But I can't say I haven't been wrong before.
Sep 2016 · 440
Toxic
Classy J Sep 2016
Walking around with socks in Croc's looking so fly, with my expensive Starbucks and saggy ears from the extensions I put in a couple years ago, I wish that in my youth I never strived for getting high. I wanted to be cool with a man bun and ugly tatts, had a beanie cap but I could go back I would never let myself do that. Wife beaters, sometimes with preppy jeans or short, I was styling but now I find myself in court. I could never find any good jobs because of the stupid **** I did to fit in, I'm scarred to go to jail, and I know that I'll be a **** buddy to all those perverts looking at me with their demonic grins. Why did I roll with what society and my friends were handing out, and now I'm in a jam and I know there's no getting out. Groupies always riding with me, but now none of them are here to see me, alone with no way to be free. So much regrets, how did my life end up in such disaster, I can blame my family and friends or God even though I know I'm just as much to blame for this calamity, and that I can be somewhat of a ****** cheeky *******. Toxic, this whole thing is just so toxic, and I'm so sick and I know it just how it goes, even though sometimes I know that I can be as stubborn as a brick. Only seeing **** from the bridge of my nose, didn't give a **** about purity, I just slept with a whole bunch of hoes. Smocking ****, drinking a whole lot of jack Daniels and Hennessey, popped some Molly's, man I swear every time I did I felt like I was in the land of Disney. Looking back at my life is so dizzying, teacups go round and round, circle of life, and in the center of it all I was a god, I was king. Self centered and self afflicted, I couldn't handle my problems so I did drugs and now I'm too addicted. So toxic, but I can't stop it, I have tried to become clean but eventually I would always run back to it. Chasing a dream, face all white from all the *******, and its all the same, thinking I was a real g when I went to the ******* and made it rain. ***** all day, ***** all night, till I ran out of money, and all of them flew away from me like they was a runaway kite. Toxic, I just was so ****** up, thought I was so tough, but when it came to defending myself I couldn't buck up. Faded phases, just a maze rat running through all of society's test mazes. Peer pressure, societal pressure, intoxicating my mind, but what I'm left with is nothing, I must have been out of my mind. Adult crimes, adult decisions, not some punk kid anymore with no restrictions. Don't define yourself by what others do, just be you and do what you want to do. Everyone makes mistakes, don't do anything you'll later regret and I know its hard but I believe you can cut through all the worlds toxic filled snakes. Life isn't fair nor is it equal, and we are not a perfect people, but with perseverance and hope we can have a good sequel. Change happens, life moves fast, but if we keep in the toxins that are killing us and this world we won't be able to last.
Sep 2016 · 241
To death do I part
Classy J Sep 2016
Night brings fright to my delight, where angels and demons fight. While wanderers search for hope, while addicts learn to cope. Soon night takes over, soon death may attack, soon rich become beggars that lack. While Ill thoughts may circle in one's mind, compulsion takes over and what may transpire cannot be unwounded. Walking down dark paths, searching for reasons to live, having the faintest hope that you have an answer to give. What is worse wanting to die or behind dead inside, either way their is no light inside to keep staying bonafide. To be or to not is the question that leaves some so distraught. Desperate times, desperate measures, doesn't matter if your an idiot or if you're clever. Wanting to let go of the lever, wondering if life will ever get better. Isolating and severing off from friends and family, is dangerous because then the story usually ends in tragedy. Suicidal tendencies, depression seeps in, wanting to give in to these darkly whims. Stuck with grim desires, wanting to just give up and set the world on fire. Just mortals longing to be invincible, if only we knew that others think that we are pretty incredible. We long to be free, but we don't know how to be free, we have lost touch with who we used to be. No longer recognize the persons in the mirror, wondering if you'll ever see clearer again, which is one of our greatest fears. To death do I part, from who I was from the start? Walking with Ill thoughts with strange intentions, I think I know why people say I need an intervention.  Walking without a purpose, that night I wanted to end it all because I felt worthless. Night destroys the once firm foundation I once stood on, good thing there were still people in my life that I could lean on. To death do I part I don't even need others to hurt me because I'm already pretty good at breaking my own heart? Felt like I was slipping away into oblivion, for I was a lost soul that once thought he could control this dominion. Is he a coward to die or a coward for wanting to live life that is what I had to ask myself when I was holding that sharp knife! Would I be in hell, would I be in purgatory, would I be heaven, or will there be nothing which would mean I have wasted my life believing in falsified stories. I've seen to much, I've heard to much, am I normal or am I out touch clinging onto beliefs like a crutch. I was so broken, I was so done, and looking over the horizon for hope like it was the sun. To death do I part, though I have missed the mark so many times because I was in the dark! But now light shines so bright upon me, I was once blind but now I can see. The past is the past; I have to forget about my prequel, so that I can start a new sequel. This concludes my Classy interlude thanks for listening to me, but don't worry I'll be back because you can't **** my rap dynasty. To death I shall part ways from, instead I'll be vacationing in the Caribbean drinking some **** good ***.
Sep 2016 · 734
Treat your body as a Temple
Classy J Sep 2016
Let me begin, insecurities are disastrous for people, you may think yourself ugly when really you are perfect and beautiful. Don't believe the lies by what envious people say, don't let them slam you down. Don't let negativity engulf you, don't judge yourself, or hate yourself. If you don't like how you feel or how you look, you can work it out in the gym or in a counseling session. Treat your body as if it were a temple. Develop healthy habits instead impulsively bad habits. Sometimes the biggest supporter and your biggest opponent can be yourself. Its a constant battle with your mind, your heart and your emotions. Don't blow a gasket but don't keep it all in, you have to learn how to have self-control. You are beautifully and wonderfully made. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it. A healthy mind and heart creates a happy attitude. Accept that you can never be perfect, but that is what makes up who you are. The person who friends and family can look up too. The person who doesn't care what others think. Because now you know that you are exuberantly jaw dropping gorgeous.
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