Hate blackens the deepest darkest caves of what used to be my heart.
Love a word that lost all meaning to me, for it is idle, it is a disease.
Heartless, can't handle it, carnivorous beast searching for it's next meal.
Beauty has been trampled by a curse that has ruined me. Monster that sharpens his guillotine, maybe that's the reason nobody feels for me. True dark intentions, can't handle this sensation, isolated inside my castle. That all changed when I met you, who knew my black heart could become white again. I used to be a curse to the world, but now I rise again as a handsome prince. Dark temptations have been separated from me, now life is light again. Healthy and free to be the me who was kind to everything.

I'm coming undone, so stuck, so lost, dealing with my inner demons. I've become blind to my corrupt ways, lost in mediocre land, and I only care about myself. I'm suffocating in my own selfish ways, I need deliverance from this hell of mine. The one I leave inside, that monster lurking in my soul that I can't control. I'm try to convince myself that im fine but the truth is that im not. I don't want to die, yet sometimes I want to, im so conflicted inside. I just need deliverance from evil, but I don't deserve it, and sometimes I wonder if I truly need it. I let things consume my mind, losing sight of who I am.

Happy Canada day, grab that maple syrup son, chase that ******, repping Canada man, native born going hard in the sun. Yeah, red & white, yeah we be nice but we might just ****** your wife, love is a battleground, all is fair game in this life. Never underestimate our nation, just ask america, we burned down their white house once, it's true man, but you won't hear it come out the mouth of america. This is Canada, yes we multi-ethnic but at the same time we complain immigrants, but yet if you truly think about it, everyone is a immigrant. Gender or race issues are so frivolous, but it still happens today, and if you don't think so your just in denial, or you just arrogant, or just ludicrous. Canada day, got independence from Britain on July.1st,1867, but just because it was a good day for us, for the next three generations of natives it certainly wasn't heaven. Just saying, white privilege and entitlement, which still lingers today, except it's a little more subtle, blurred lines man, one things for sure the past was certainly more grey. With that in mind, let us celebrate the hard work for man to be free, and a race preserving through all oppression, and be thankful that we lived through the great depression. Let this Canada day be different, let us love, laugh, and forgive but never forget and never repeat, teaching the young generation to accept others as they are, and that's ok to be or feel unique.

shake off the dirt of a person's words
it isn't worth your time or effort
don't drop down to their level
be you, be true, be free, do what ever you want to do
***** the haters, this is your life not theirs
not listening to you anymore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

heart of Gold?
that I don't have
heart of pity
heart of shame
heart full of lust
my mind is a disease
never giving up
never going to surrender
people call me stubborn
people call me a ****
I don't care; I am what I am
Heart of gold?
There is no such thing

that day of all days
from whence he came and left
that day of all days

we thought it was over
we thought we were finished that day
that day of all days

The mysterious hero had left
he protected us from all opposing danger
why he left is unknown

I hate ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

I just don’t understand?
Talking about sunshine and rainbows.
The type of **** I cannot stand.
When the government is listening to our convo’s in our condo’s.
Selling the info on demand.

I just don’t understand?
Clapping all our hands.
Or dancing like a maniac,
Which makes me think your either high,
Or just plain mad.

I hate ******* happy songs,
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

I just don’t understand?
They’re not even remotely realistic,
The type of I **** I just can’t stand.
With words that are not only dumb but simplistic.
I can’t tell if they are pacifistic or sadistic?
Torturing me with things I will never have.

I just don’t understand?
Clapping all our hands.
Or dancing like a maniac,
Which makes me think your either high,
Or just plain mad.

I hate ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

Yeah those **** happy songs.
That are way to long.
You know those **** happy songs.
That get wedged up one’s ***,
Like some thong.
You know those **** happy songs.
That the radio puts on repeat all day long.
You know those **** happy songs.
That bounce back and forth in your head like ping pong.
Yeah, I hate those ******* happy songs!
Oh, lord please just end this song!...
Thank, you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

loneliness, darkness, closed doors that have been locked, hiding reality. Loneliness, depression, no end in site, hiding all things that we're suppost to see. But your never alone, that is the truth, you just have to step outside your box. Don't worry about other people, or your own thoughts. I once was deep and dark like you, then I walked into the light, my life has become a lot better. Just try, cause you never know

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

life, so confusing, so corrupt, so messed up, so essential, sometimes fun.
jobs, so corrupt, so necessary, so stressful, so annoying, sometimes fun.
Poems, so fun, so creative, so intellectual, so good, always essential.  Poems is the only thing that show's the real me, poems are there when I need to grieve, poems is my creativity at work. Poems are me, poems are the only thing I need. The only thing I live and enjoy, and keep breathing in.

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

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.

once there was a man
a man who had a lot of courage
he faced very dangerous monsters

he was the greatest hero
but every hero will eventually fall
and that day was horrible

that day we will remember
your sacrifice is not going to fade
we will always be thankful

Yeah, curious furious instincts, going till my tank is empty, life is a balancing act man, hope I don't fall and break apart like Humpty Dumpty. Going in, connecting every shot, yeah you bet this is a battle that I will win, have you already forgot? Tucking you in, bearing my cross, been going up and down those hills man, living life like a boss. Young native and graduated, making my expectations stay elevated like a real g, leaving your corpses eradicated, didn't I tell you not to mess with me? For I am the chronic, get yawl hooked on me, and if you don't listen, I'll go subatomic. Going super saiyan sonic, I hustle every day, yeah I may not be a saint but I'm sure as hell not demonic. Got to dumb it down, as the clock is ticking down, got the *** slipping down, no time to stop, no time to be mocked, the charges have been set, so get down. Twisted explicit domestic impressive with a message, got all you haters bested, yet interested, messed with your heads with my words, guess that makes you infected. Going undetected by most outlets, it's sad the only people who make it it in the music industry are sell outs, and the ones who are real never really make it. I think this world has become defective, false perceptions got you bumping to frauds, so I guess subliminal  brainwashing is indeed effective. Leaning towards Gods, punishment that resembles the crime, get out the rods, it time for judgement time. It sickens me to see them dragging you into their witch craft trickery, get out the med kit and heal you before you become easy pickings. Giving me a head congestion, we have gotten so low, it's like were currently in a recession. I don't aim for perfection, I am a realist, ready for suggestions, got out my idea list, ready to take some risks. Got your ******* twisted in a knot, can you feel the rush? If you got nothing good to say, you should hush, don't have to give it a second thought, lay it all out even it is not a royal flush. I have not lost my edge, keep you on the ledge, spear through you as if I was the Rated R superstar edge. You must have lost your minds if you think my rhymes have become sublime, so there is no need to bind, I promise that I am fine. I memorize what matters, and say my two cents, sure some times I improvise, but life is like the board game snakes and ladders, except you don't get no guide or hints. I'm like lemon in the eyes, I don't comprise, unlike other rappers, yeah I am a light, flushing down others down the crapper. I put everything on the table, don't have anything under my sleeve, I'm just real, whereas the rest of yawl as fake as a weave. I am a unique, so of course the world treats me as a freak, but glory to those who are meek. I can hold my own, so pick up the phone and let a friend know, that I will always bring on a show. No need for help to get back on my feet,  I grind oppressors into meat. Started from nothing, my mom raised me, made sure that I could become a something, yeah I make sure nothing would no longer faze me. Can only look forward, can no longer be the coward, found good friends to keep me empowered. It could always be worse, sure I don't drive in a hearse, but I amerce and reverse my predicaments so that I can change others and make a better universe. Never shot a gun, never got into the gangs, and no I aint no priest or nun, I'm just a poet that shall silence all you little naughty lambs. Get out the Chianti and fava beans, rise against the machine, stone those hypocritical philistines.

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

Despaired, impaired, scared of my past ways, can't seem to get away from crime, sorry to say mamma, even though I know you pray for me each and every single day. Gun shots, drugs, ***** money flowing through the streets, crime is the only way a family like mine can stay on their feet. If only life could be like Neverland but it seems like the creator had different plans for us; man. Brother apart of the gang called the crip, sitter prostitutes on 5th avenue, cops payed off by the higher ups, don't have no safety kit. Getting so jaded by the land that I have been based in, feel caved in, no place to be saved in, because this is the land of demons. City of sin, where no wins, we submit to the higher powers whim.  Puppets we all must fall in line, no hope in the city of crime, are we out of time? No time at all for us dusty broken porcelain dolls, as long as we high on the methanol, steal that million dollar car make sure it filled with petrol. Sell it on the black market because some one will buy it, and if we get caught we deny it.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

All I sees is crossroads, I take one step forward trying not to look back at the path I once walked. I find myself currently confined in a unrelenting never settling storm, why do I even try to keep going on. Stuck in my business suit looking like such a fraud, I live in a broken home, where my family always gets into fights, instead of sitting down and have a cleansing mature talk. Childish adults, but I still choose to go out every day for work, so I can provide for my son. I don't want him to grow up like his old man, bitter, filled with regrets that if he had another chance would take it back. The world is cruel, people are crude, but when I look in my son's proud eyes when I walk through the door, it makes this life seem more bearable. Walking out in the stormy dark night, I see people with umbrella's looking down at me like i'm a quack. I try not to look, I just want to stay on track, don't care what others think, as long as I can keep food on the table. My son doesn't seem to worry about us being poor, he just smiles and tells me, " I love you daddy, because you're so strong." I don't perceive myself as strong, I am definitely determined, but knowing my kid see's me as a super hero, helps me stay sturdy in this uncertain world. No santa, no tooth fairy, no easter bunny, no vacations to disney land or to a tropical island; I feel guilt and shame that I have done wrong. Two sides of me keep arguing how I should be, or what I should do, same as the rest of my family who always say, " you're such a failure Jerold." Not my boy though, the light of my life that guides me to achieving my goals.  I want to see the world with my son, I want him to experience all the different kinds of food, I want to teach him how to never lose track of his morals. Giving him the life I never had, giving him the hope to keep dreaming, giving him a better education to decipher between conspiracy's and fact. All this I consider as I stand waiting to walk across the road to find a new job and start a new life. I am only temporarily out of my current job, I am only currently out of order with my and family relationships. I will no longer let the past or others dictate who I should be, I will finally be me, choosing not to be dragged down by strife. Not just for my son, but for me as well walking towards my destiny, no longer going to waiver, because I got both of my hands on the wheel of life, with a a firmer grip.

Swain hearted, of lovers departed. Thwarted by indecent individuals that mean to marry them off to people they do not know. Forswear it I, if they don't try to get away and find each other once more. Flighty, and young, they are strong willed, petty be it for thou to separate true love. Wanting it to be no more than a lingering afterthought. How can one besmirch destiny? How can one take out another persons heart and crush it in front of them. Barbaric savagery, doth the story go of reality impeding onto something good. No breaks, no time to be, but be in monotony. Love is a anomaly, stirring us in a loop of endless depravity. Hope is but a milky way dream, nothing but delusional grandeur of a adolescent mind. Fighting for something, loving for someone, worlds apart, but yet intertwined in each others heart. Responsibility is overrated, dignity is a barren commodity, courage is frowned upon. Rebellion is not tolerated, revolution is scandalous. What one won't do for love. What one won't sacrifice. What one is willing to die for. That is something most people never get, nor find, but for the few who do find it; know why it is worth giving it everything they got.

'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.

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.

Fruitless, feeling worthless, looking towards religion for a purpose. Lost and afraid, wanting so badly to be remade. I've been taken over, empty third person view, yeah it's like I'm an aliens host. Possessed by this oppressive world, not to be cliche but I feel like a victim and this world is a vindictive vandal. Love and hatred, peace like a dove chocked out by this disease called humanity. Sorrow for tomorrow, misery for today, ***** Annie man, there is no sun coming up any day for me; for every day is gray. Feel so betrayed, life has gone astray, what once was bright is beginning to fade. Coast to coast, while finical eyes search for meaningless materials, I search for answers and finding this so called Holy Ghost.

Life is no more than a rigged scandal, that fools think they can fool or handle it. There is nothing to lose, except everything; how can one leap with faith when their neck is tied by a noose. What ever happened to dignity? What ever happened to honesty? Tell me where I can find your valour or vanity? Crazy that this is what we deem as sanity, pride collapsing on us as if it were gravity. Cross the sky, eye for an eye, so blinded and entitled; thinking we deserve an answer for why we are here. Lost we have become, every heart beats it's final beat, everyone will strum their final strum. At what cost will we test the bounds? At what point point did we stop thinking outside the box? Love & suicide, passion and ignorance, welcome to hell this will be your final residence. Breathe or heave when you start to realize you would not be than to be.

Sorry if my words bring gloom instead of glee, but that's just how I sometimes be. I want to be a better man, but for the time I'll keep on being a nothing man. Isn't it something? I don't really think so! It stinks, I hate being that low, truth is life doesn't give out hand outs.  Oh I'm still alive, pretending life is fine, no heroes here, so don't think I'll put my life on the line. Love or hate me, decorate me or eat me, not a Barbie girl, so in other words you can't ***** with me. Alone, need to phone home like E.T, I got no self esteem, stay up late watching B.E.T. How do I fight off this pain, how can I erase the lie's that penetrate my membrane. How can I fight off what was done, how do I keep myself from blowing brains out with a gun. So far gone, got my head up into the clouds. Smoke and mirrors, wondering how I can conquer my insecurities and fears. So far down, so please console with me, before I jump off the ledge and plummet to the ground.

On search for immortality, because I'm scarred to die, the thought sometimes makes me cry. The life in my shoes can fit many, some crops wilt where others thrive abundantly and produce plenty. I look on the other side of that fence, and long for that same type of satisfaction. Jealous, over-zealous, longing for happiness that left me to die in my already deep grave. Oh hope, is such a pitiful fatal attraction, feeding my inner demons, eternally wandering this mortal dominion. Life and times of a dying man. How time flies by so quickly. How times do change. What was deemed acceptable is now deemed inappropriate or inhumane. Rights and equality, gay pride, and wearing less and less clothes by the minute. If you ask me if your wearing that little amount of clothes you might as well wear none at all. Once upon a time in a cultured simple world, you were born, got married at twenty, and had kids, then one day you fall down and never get up.

Unless your like me, just a stubborn old crotchety ****. Haha, I can laugh at it now. When I was a young hip to be square scallywag that thrived to do nothing but misbehave. Oh those were the good times. No care in the world. Thinking that we would never get this old. Making fun of the ones who were. How the pendulum has shifted. How the ones who are left no longer laugh. As the heart monitor beeps ever so softly. As our breathing becomes non-existent. As the weight of the world shuts our eyes tight. Till there is nothing but silence and tears of family members. Some don't have that luxury.  Some die alone. With no one to cry for them. It's so sad; really. Like I'm not the nicest most approachable guy but at least I know what's left of my family will be there for me. Nothing more I could ask for or even deserve. This is tale of a dying man. See you on the other side. Wherever that may be. But for now I say goodbye, and thank you, for taking time to read my story.

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

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

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

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

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.

Grimiss crimson gruesome violet rose,
Gripping ripping sifting drifting through mindless thought,
Gain pain train to achieve

As I live and breathe calmly,
All of this and much more I see,
As I dream this dream

Or is it secretly reality,
Oddly that odd may create an even,
Ogling these mind boggling concepts

People treat life as if it was some kind of game. They don't understand the whole picture of life, yeah they only focus on the frame. Life isn't as easy as connect the dots or tic-tac-toe. Society treats life like it was a monopoly game, buying as many property's as they can, cheating, lying,  stealing, and hogging all the money. Life is a confusing misconception, people say believe in this, believe in that, yeah I guess we can't think for ourselves. We buy stuff to escape our own reality, we say we want the truth but we can't handle the truth. We do this day by day, we are a cowardly mindless slave. We just go with the flow hoping that one day when we die, we will be good enough to be saved.

Feel like I’ve become desensitized,
Blood on my hands,
But got sand in the eyes.
Don’t need a cancel culture,
Because my moral conscience,
Won’t let me hide.
And the trauma got me making excuses,
But how else does one overcome genocide?
And I can’t lie,
I feel empty inside,
Thinking of over 1000 ways to die.
Imprisoned within my mind.
It’s like I’m zombie-fied.
With everyday being a melancholy overdrive.
And my capacity is on low power mode,
In order to just survive.
But although I’m surviving,
I’m not truly living.
So, desensitized,
And Running out of feelings.
Have no moments to rest,
Because I can’t stop overthinking.
With persistent thoughts to numb it all,
By taking drugs, gambling, and drinking.
Really every addiction at this point looks appealing,
Yet I know what I got to do to start healing,
But its hard to explain,
Because I feel like a card dealer but I ain’t dealing.
With these issues because I’d rather start running,
Thinking I can out-run all these problems,
That keep on piling.
And when people say how awesome I am,
It’s unnerving,
Because complements,
Are something to, which I am undeserving.
At least that’s what I tell myself every morning.
Before I take my happy pill,
To give off the effect that everything in my life,
Is so ******* charming.
Even though in reality I am drowning.
I’ve become desensitized,
With everything around me distorting.
Desensitized to the violence,
Just another dead brother and sister,
Yet everyone’s ******* silent,
Doesn’t matter whether your defiant or compliant,
Not sure what’s worse the assailant?
Or the sirens?
When both be killing us!
If only people could take this **** serious!
Instead of calling us delirious.
Guess I’m not the only one that desensitized!
If you don’t believe racism exists,
That just means that you’re climatized!
Unable to recognize, that you’re indoctrinized.
Where hate, becomes normalized.
How can we expect change?
When we’re desensitized!

Poisonous thorns pricking the finger I was to put a ring on. Thimble that made that beautiful maid tumble. Spinning sowing machine that has brought about fate. Dragons and demons and magic, I don't understand any of it. Just want one thing. One thing that has been taken from me. I want you. I need you. I want a happy ending. I long to be with you the rest of my life. Sleeping beauty how you have subdued me. The women of my dreams, but it also feels as if our love were a fairytale.

After school aftermath time to change up our current habitat. After school rhyming like fools, but **** us ******* if we don't act like tools. There are time where a person has to forget how to give a ****, and times where you have to make sure that people understand that life *****. No more morals, I will no longer be loyal, strapping on my aluminum hat made out of tin foil. Everything is a conspiracy but no one wants to listen to me; to bad that they don't see that we live in the matrix, everyone is plugged into a false reality. Son from zion, son made of ions, forcing out the machines with my inner midi-chlorian. Fe-fi-fo-phom goliath you ain't got none son, all you got is fists and I have a fully automatic tommy gun. Pow pow shot down, all them haters I will shoot down,because to me all you phonies are a bunch of demented clowns.

My heart has become a revolving door,
Don’t know who I am anymore.
Feel like I’m empty to the core,
Never satisfied, always wanting more.
How can it be?
That the richest person,
Can still be poor?

My minds a minefield,
But I’m not prepared for war.
Nooooo, woah oo yeah.
Was not prepared for war!

Yeah, I’m trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!

I’m just trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, Yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!

Trapped in my mind,
With these mines all around me.
Let out a cry for help,
Hoping someone comes and finds me.
I’m so broken and so lost.
Yeah I’m lonely.
Not designed to be confined,
With these thoughts of suicide,
Yeah they haunt me.
And I know it’s unhealthy,
To keep all these emotions locked inside,
Because I know it’ll **** me.
But it’s hard to open up,
To those who don’t even know the real me.
Especially when I don’t even know,
Who the hell is the real me.
Don’t even know the real me.

Trapped in a prison,
Of my own making.
Caged to the world,
Curled up into a ball,
Overthinking my flaws,
It can be so, **** grating!
My hearts become a jigsaw,
How much more can it keep breaking?
And when I close my eyes,
Apart of me hopes,
that I wont be reawakening.
Wondering when I lost the ability,
Of chasing dreams?
Wondering when was the last time I smiled,
And it actually meant something?

My minds a minefield,
But I’m not prepared for war.
Nooooo, woah oo yeah.
Was not prepared for war!

Yeah, I’m trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!

I’m just trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, Yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!

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

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

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 have all the answers, but just like you I have a lot of questions.

new start, time to get lit, it's time to start a fit, time to escape this fake *** worldly ****. I'm done man, last time i'll let the world consume me, it's time to be a new me. New beginnings, new struggles, new pain, new hope for the future of this rap game, don't give a **** if I ever make any real fame. I'm untamed coming straight in the game, causing ruckus, bringing a message for everyone to bounce to and **** with us. Yeah, this is a new me, sorry if you can't handle with this version of me, i'll be who I want to be. Forever clever, let go of that lever so long ago, i'm still the same guy, just now I have some buzz. Classyness is still apart of my business, independent living, everyday I rap for you is like christmas. New beginnings got me dreaming of what could be, wanting to make a change, ready to continue building up my rap dynasty. Curtain won't call for awhile while i'm still breathing, rap is making a comeback which is quite pleasing, this gives me meaning. Cranking up the whip, here to give some tips, not bout to jump ships, i stay here ripping away society's censorship. Get in or get out, this is what rap is about, rejuvenating this game with water because it's time to get out of this drought.