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308 · Oct 2015
Outta Control
Classy J Oct 2015
Yeah, death and grim with nothing but crime, Politics are whipping us yet they themselves are getting whipped by big companies. Corruption, destruction, left to die the way I was made, becoming dirt that's all we are. ***** gruesome ******, I am done playing this unfair game, I need a compass to get out of this butkus of a country. I don't want to hear you're quarrels when you still have your hand in society's cookie jar, why can't you be classy and go outside to a diner. I am so burnt out with all you sell outs, left to walk along my own way, why all you listen to crap rappers like Kanye. Rap is dead, hip-hop has no hip to hop too, this business is only interested in demeaning women, and having fancy things. They don't look at real issues anymore because they would rather sell lyrical ****, they don't care about you or anybody when it comes to making money. So go ahead buy that diamond ring and ride in your Lamborghini,  hope you enjoy it for at least a few seconds until you realize it doesn't make you happier, that it doesn't help you with anything. Status has it's hold on us, because after all it's all about that american dream, that most will never reach. Keep blowing all our money on the lottery, because you never know, well I do know that they are the ones who'll make the profit not you. Pipe dreams are just that dreams, hope is a desolate thing we live and breathe we are a bunch of bottom feeders that will attach to anything we get our mouths on; just like a leech. This is reality don't care if you believe me or not, it's ok you're still trapped in a box like a good little shrew.
307 · May 2014
War Life
Classy J May 2014
Welcome to the battleground of life, stuff happens that you can't explain, their may be some death and their will be some struggles and pain, and after the war is over will we even be the same. To survive the floods and flame's, to survive starvation, and to fight the thoughts that say I should just put a bullet through my brains. To be able to put up with crap from other people, to forgive a person whose abused you just sounds crazy or surreal, but it's not for them it's for you, time to get rid of the hate so can start a new sequel. Are you living you're life for yourself or for other's, are you the wimp under the covers or are you the man who gives up everything for the freedom of others. Poppy's in flander's field, to love one's we've lost, the price for peace was an expensive and devastating cost. The traumatic experiences that would change the world, the fight for right's and equality, to be able to believe in anything you want, to get rid of hate and stereotypical inogoles. Amazing grace how sweet that sound that saved a hard nosed person like me, from being blind from the truth to being able see it, from thinking I couldn't make it, to being able to build it up for everyone to see. I was lost in my own selfish mind set, to finding the humility to be thankful and honest. I used to think life was like a nursery song like ring around the rosy, yeah I just thought we lived and died and that was it, but I found out their is more to life that lead me down a path of enlightenment.
306 · Oct 2015
My truth
Classy J Oct 2015
They telling me to go away, they tell me I too insane for this game, where do you want me to go? This is my land, ***** you aint having any of it, look whether genre it is I own it, just like I own you on this beat. So woe at the fact that I've only just started, building up my life like lego. Can't handle my truth or the pessimistic ambiguous narcissistically lyrics I keep hitting you with, time to change up the formula, and put it up with hashtags and send it as a tweet. Can't stand all these people with misogynistic mindsets, i'll set you up with gasoline and light a match at you and watch you burn down to hell. The world is such a swell thing, Jesus no where to be seen, what does it mean? End of the world, archangels creating pain; well that's if you believe that **** man, lie's keep coming; what is real, it's so hard to tell. Fiends behind the screens of life controlling us like puppets, we're so blind but we ignore it continuing  our lives watching shows that dumb us down like Mr.bean. Don't listen to me, I don't really know half of the things i'm saying on my tracks. What are these things you call facts, I'll just continue spitting my hysterical criticism of your ignorant view, with my strong stubborn opinions. I'll steal your knick knacks, because i'm whack, a quack, i'll poison your freshness with my negativity as soon as my words make contact. Cinnamon bun dumb dumbs, do you even know how to function by yourself, your just a minion of the governments dictatorial dominion.
304 · Sep 2016
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
304 · Nov 2016
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.
303 · Nov 2014
world's apart
Classy J Nov 2014
Far from you, wondering how you are. Haven't seen you for awhile now
seems like an eternity, but I know our love will overcome all obstacles. A world apart, living life alone from one another. Days go by, we write each other, when I read what you have written, it's as if your right beside me. I can't wait till we see each other again, because I love you, you are my whole world.
302 · Sep 2014
Up in the Clouds
Classy J Sep 2014
Up in the clouds that's where you'll find me
Free from all tranquillity's
Free to be who I want to be
Up in the clouds relaxing in perfect harmony
Away from the diseased society under me
Floating above so high, with no worries
Up in the clouds where I'm meant to be
Never worrying, never scared, for I am in Eternity
301 · Nov 2016
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"
299 · Jun 2016
So gone
Classy J Jun 2016
I'm just so far gone, let loose on some nuns, loading 45's even though i never ever shot those guns. I tried to let go, I tried to set sail, if i die tonight, can't lie that i probably be in hell. All that prevails is flight, getting lost through the night. Disappearing, lurking through the darkness, man am I even human or am a just a heartless. Heart blacker than coal, I don't think i'll ever be able to turn it into a diamond, no body knows me but they sure as hell know Raymond. What am I even saying, I've just been taken away from the good life, but I'll keep on praying for some savings. I don't got no savings, just brainless, thinking i'll make it, controversy surrounds all the news and constantly getting peddled out on the printing press. Typing for money, writing for something that i'm not to sure about, lost and deserted walking until there is no more route for me to walk about. So i be screaming out, ****** i need help, trying to retain my health but i stick my roots in deep as if I were kelp. Bubbling, tumbling, wondering if it'll ever get better, but for right now man, i'm struggling. Fumbling, their is rumbling coming from my tummy, been stuck like jews in the desert looking for the land that is filled with milk and honey. I know your scarred, i'm scarred to, trying to figure out what i should do. Momentarily stunted as i try to climb this summit, just when i reach the top and everything seems to be great I start to plummet. Now i'm back in the valley trying to find that beautiful sun, but i'm lost, not knowing where to run. So gone, so numb, i swear at my self and say some ugly things at myself because i feel like some bottom feeding ****. Feeling so hopeless, tugging on strings, clinging onto hope, but somewhere along the way I must've let go of that rope. Can anybody hear me, can anybody see me through all the dreary murky debris. So gone, so much weight to bear that I couldn't add on anymore, i've just been used so much that in this very moment I feel like i'm a *****. So broken, so done, feeling as nimble as crumb, so fallen is this man that he doesn't know who he has become. Trying to overcome, as all this calamity as it engulf's me, I believe I can prevail and everything will be undone. I just have to keep on hoping, learning how to cope and so i get myself clean and stop all my pitiful sulking.
299 · Sep 2014
The King
Classy J Sep 2014
Yeah, let's get into it man!
Yeah, I'm back to the place I was created from,
Yeah, the first time that I experience God's hum.
Yeah, some of you guys don't know what this hum is about,
It's the King's final strum!
It's all about His love that saved us from,
our wrongs, if you don't conceive it, well bro you better believe it!
With God's love, you can achieve it,
whenever you need it,
I really mean it!
(Chorus)
The King came down from heaven,
He's the number one contendent.
When He won, He became the number one defendent.
You might argue it,
but the time I spent in this world,
I have no other reason but to believe,
that God gave us life, like water to an ever growing tree!
299 · Mar 2022
Goldilocks
Classy J Mar 2022
Our systems a hive mind,
Suzy sells sea shells,
But that don’t mean ****,
To a drive by.
We all mean well,
With our well of knowledge,
Trying to find the perfect porridge,
Like goldilocks,
When she broke into the bears cottage.
So, when the bears came back,
They saw that their homes were salvaged,
And if goldy ever came back,
You bet the bears would serve up,
Maximum damage!
But if they did that they’d be deemed as the savage,
Monsters to be killed.
Life’s an expensive bill.
Wonder whose going to pay for the meal?
Can’t see privilege up on that hill.
But pride will be your downfall,
Like the tale of jake and Jill.
A tale as fragile,
As Humpty Dumpty,
Trying to balance on a windowsill.
For real.
If this is reality, pass me the blue pill.

Could have all the gold chains,
But ya still locked,
Caged to a rigged game.
A pain that is like a police’s gun,
Loaded and locked.
Could have all the gold,
Yet still get shot.
Because at the end of the day,
We’ll never be goldilocks.

From being whipped and chained,
To driving whips and wearing gold chains,
Don’t kid yourself bro,
It is all the same,
All you’re doing is replacing pain,
With fleeting money and fame,
But no amount of money,
Can’t remove the blood stains,
Of our ancestors brains,
Blood that is soaked in every drive way,
That’s why I believe there is no such thing,
As a free way!
Land built off of slaves,
Land taken away,
From those who were seen as naives,
Children murdered and buried,
In unmarked graves,
Can’t remove the stains,
Can’t escape the pain,
We are all insane!
Trapped in a circular maze,
Brainwashed to obey,
Because at the end of the day,
We are taught,
What goldilocks did was okay!

Could have all the gold chains,
But ya still locked,
Caged to a rigged game.
A pain that is like a police’s gun,
Loaded and locked.
Could have all the gold,
Yet still get shot.
Because at the end of the day,
We’ll never be goldilocks.
297 · Feb 2016
Welcome to E-town
Classy J Feb 2016
Welcome to my city, not that pretty but I'll stick with it, sick of it, original Canadian you can't get with me unless I give you a permit. Just a dish washer, just a native, just a rapper that won't stop, now listen to me i'll be forever real, my movement will never stop, bro I'm just getting started but I promise you I'll never flop. Grew up in E-town, only got into the rap thing since grade seven, had to release all my aggression. Artistic kid, I didn't matter if it were rap or dance, I needed to let go off my transgressions but I also hoped if I did it I could find romance. To be honest that's how I started, I rocked with it, hoping for acceptance because I hated always being the misfit. I was the awkward kid that could only hang out with the emo's and the druggy's or geeks, I never fit in, a christian kid made fun of because he was a jesus freak. That's why I get mad or question God, I'm reminded of all the nonsense I had faith in, where was God when I was caved in. The world took me in to sin, lost my way, the world has decayed, I see it as I walk through out the day. What is the truth, what it is that makes me-me, I just want to flee, I want to get out of this reality. Ill for real, words that could **** or heal, wondering if there a way I could appeal this deal. I never chose to live, I never chose to be this way, life is full of foul play. I want to change the world but I can't seem to change myself, hate everything and everyone, can't stand looking at ourselves.
296 · Aug 2015
Tha streets
Classy J Aug 2015
Yeah, i'm walking in these streets, where there is violence and there is not enough to eat. Poverty stricken everyone is looking for their next fix and aboriginals get ticketed for being aboriginals. Life is full of despair, is there someone out there who cares, because rich snobs think they better, yeah they think they so neat. They couldn't even survive on welfare, or let alone survive in this hell hole, they to busy being political. Left side, right side, there doesn't seem to be a spectrum when people keep dying on these streets. It's a cold world with cold people to hot in themselves, if we all just came together we wouldn't even be in this mess. Crime is just a everyday thing, people cheat, people beat on each other, and it's not all about race but ignore me, shut me down, keep listening to your garbage beats. Governments control the world, we are all in the same boat, controlling us like they're some kind of doctoral Jesus to them we surrender and confess. Sorry I am not your puppet, government you may be the devil but I will not be your advocate. I will no longer let your lie's keep corrupting my mind, I am a self made man with a God given plan, so try to stop me, but the dice will no longer be in your hands. Hurt people in this hurt society, but all wounds can heal eventually, even something as catastrophic as this detriment. Walking down the road of pain, people trying to survive so bad they deemed insane, they've been detained, they've been banned, some try for a job but a lot get canned. Hard times in these rough neighbourhoods, and in reality there is no robin hood. Cold winters, scorching summers, begging for help, when about half of them will spend it on *****. Yeah, I see these things all the time as I walk down these streets, but there is organizations out there like hope mission that so some real good. So maybe there is some real hope after all, but we should do more for each other instead of just accusing and misusing.
296 · Apr 2015
Legend of Marakia
Classy J Apr 2015
Tragedy begets normality, lost in the darkness, till your brought back to the light. Failures and guilt will surpass I promise, I wasn't always there, but I'm here now. Life is cruel but you  can fight it because your a fighter, legend or fact it doesn't matter because we are free. Twists and turns to wind up here today, it's weird that it is so clear here but was blurry yesterday. It's funny how time goes by so fast when you really look at it. It feels like a unreal dream but yet it is reality, family and friends till the end, stories to tell for generations till we meet our end.
295 · Sep 2014
From the bottom to the top
Classy J Sep 2014
From the streets feeling so alone, broken, needing help. Yeah was a rebel needing some rehab, I was dying to live, but really I was living to die. Confined by gravity, wanting to escape this life I was living. My life is such an anomaly. Now I am better, caught me in your arms you protected me in the bad weather. Truth is without you I would be dead, Thank you for never giving up on me.  Life was like a Mozart symphony, have my highs and lows going through life in a monotonous motion, till I found you. I started from the bottom now I am here, without fear, trying to make this society better for that is my new passion.
294 · Sep 2016
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.
294 · Jan 2016
Philosophical questioning
Classy J Jan 2016
To say nothing is to do nothing. Am I nothing at all, and if I were, would you even notice? Figmented into nothing more than imagination, is there a point to this ****** creation. For much is worth, and worth not so much. Is it the man I see before me true? Am I true, if nothing exists, we are nothing. If everything exists, are we everything? Can words really bear the weight of ten thousands slashes across one's flesh? To live, live lively, to love, be lovely and to boast, be boastful. Fermentation is the delegation we thrive on. One must grow, or wither away to nothingness. To hurt or to hate, what are these feelings that make light hearted children into detrimental miscreants. Whose fault, if fault is at hand. Is it all just part of one's make up. The human condition, but what is it to be human? Are you there? Are you listening? Do you Understand? If not there then where and if not listening then whom do you listen and if you don't understand then what is your understanding. What am I saying? Just words to one's ears. Are thine words be blatant or do they have uniformed meaning? Philosophical condemnation, physiatrics fundament reasoning. Enlightened soul, what is a soul? How can one get to igniting it? Barriers effect the basis of our own judgements. Then how can we cry when another judges us on the same basis?
293 · Aug 2014
memories
Classy J Aug 2014
never forget the people that were there for you, never forget the kindness, the passion, the friendship. Cherish it, for it is good memories, even though it feels sad that there gone. But are they really gone, cause memories last forever, especially the good ones. Through thick and thin, through the good and bad, remember. Maybe memories is the only thing you'll have left one day, so make the memories count. Without memories life can be dull, but when you have memories they just seem to brighten your day. So remember, because that's what keeps life going.
292 · Sep 2014
As summer ends
Classy J Sep 2014
Summer ends, as the fall of september comes,then shall winter be behind it.  In Canada though the winter may last between 7-10 months with only/maybe 2-3 months of warmth unless you live in Vancouver or Ontario. Otherwise your freezing most of the time, it's funny people complain that it's too cold, but when we finally get heat, they complain that it's to hot. People seem to always amuse me, there is no way to please them. Oh well, I think summer was good while it lasted, and that's all that matters.
290 · Sep 2016
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.
288 · Jul 2014
Dear God
Classy J Jul 2014
Dear God, why do u love me, why did u create me, why haven't u smited me yet. Dear god, I don't deserve to live, I keep messing up,  and I always say im going to change but I don't. I just go back to doing the same bad things, and I don't know why? I guess I'm just addicted, afflicted by temptation, and it got me feeling sickly. God I need u to heal me of these deeds, I admit that am caught up in this selfish ambition. I think I may need rehab God because I'm just stuck in this eternal circle and can't get out of it. The guilt and shame is getting to me, I don't want to go to hell, yet I keep up with this dark secret of mine. People think im so holy, that I can't do anything wrong, but they only see the mask I put on, to hide what's on the inside. I fake myself, I'm such a hypocrite, I judge but don't want judgment. God this is my confession, and I know that this life u gave me is such a blessing, that I should not be wasting. I was lost in this darkness of mine walking blind, till u found me, and gave me a sign. God I need that sign again, because I'm back to my darkness. Dear God please forgive me for my sins, even though I don't deserve it.
286 · Jan 2016
Evil Within
Classy J Jan 2016
Strange days, dark clouds, what can one do when they have hit the ground, is there a chance for a lost soul to be found. Strange but face it when it comes to the human creation, appointed by holy delegation to heal the worlds devastation. Long days left in a pit of nothingness, short time ticks off the life I have left to display my worthiness. I am just a insubordinate, not ordinary, that's why I'm kept in confinement. I make no alliance's with anyone, is it strange that I do not put my faith in anyone. From the time of not, in this time I have been forgotten, so my identity stay's rotten. Not one to be trifled with, for those that dangle and dibble with darkness shall inherit death. Ill fortunes create my misfortune's how unfortunate for this insubordinate. Ill mind with strange intentions, people always say that I need an intervention.
285 · Jul 2014
Paradise
Classy J Jul 2014
I'm just me and that's ok, I been through the fires and the storms, living my dream. I am who I am because of those experiences, sure they were painful and tearful, but now im living my life cheerful. This is my paradise, and this is only the beginning of it, any expectations or ideas I have probably don't even compete with anything I am going to accomplish in my future. I don't regret my past, because I can't change it, the only I can change is my future. I can't change anything but myself, and can't change anyone, but I can help them accomplish their goals. I don't want to fit in or be like anyone else, because I'm me and that's all im going to be. I found my magic, I have found this passion that fills me with joy. I thank God for the answer I was searching for.
285 · Aug 2016
Don't mess with me
Classy J Aug 2016
Where is the hope, where is the love? Thought I found it, but I guess I'm mistaken. The bottom of the bottom, the low of the low, I tried to hide emotion but then this happened that left me shaken. Forsaken, life got stolen from me, I don't why or who, but I'll get it back just like Liam Neeson in the movie Taken. I came to break in, for you have messed with the wrong man, break you down like a machine, never under estimate the under dog master plan. Word play, shaping my reality like it were clay, Classy J is here to stay. Strain foreplay, no accidents here, this is a real fight, no horseplay here, eventually everyone gives way and are defenceless to the birds of prey. Be careful what you throw away, because it may come back with vicious unrelenting pain, beware the ricochet because after it is done with you it will leave more than just a sprain. Maintain that knowledge in your membrane, don't you know karma is a b** it will beat you over the head like a cane. Irony of this preordained circumstance played out like a orchestra, mixed into theory's that can only be processed to see if they make up a successful formula. Dogmatic, you fools are all scatterbrained, so hazy so lazy, shouldn't have messed with crazy, don't you know you can't keep me contained.
285 · Jul 2019
Classy Origins
Classy J Jul 2019
I remember when I became interested in this rap ****,
I was in elementary, specifically grade 6.
Knew about it before then but I didn’t like it.
Was a metal head that listened to the classics.
From tfk to guns and roses.
But then I heard real lyrics from a rapper who struggled just like you and me.
Who rapped about his life on the streets.
A man who was once homeless to becoming a two time Grammy nominee.
The one and only Fresh I.E.
It made me see what rap could be,
Where one can to tell people about their stories.
After that I did some researching.
Learning about flow, syllables and about timing.
Listening to the 116 clique while practicing my writing.
Everyday for the longest time, rap was the only thing I was breathing.
And around that time I was also struggling and angry about everything.
So, I transferred that into my lyrics which was so refreshing.
It was like my own personal therapy.
Where I could use profanity.
Which ironically shifted from my upbringing.
Which was centred in Christianity.
So, I needed a name that conveyed this new personality.
That was a mixture of good and evil known also as a duality.
Which originally was the name Don Richmon.
But I decided that wasn’t the name of a villain.
So, I took a route a little bit more classy.
And I knew I needed a gimmick to match this new personality.
So,I got myself a suit and a top hat.
And chose to rap about controversial topics that would get me some push back.
But as a minority I couldn’t just sit back.
And keep having these privileged ******* stay on the attack.
Using my freedom of speech as the ultimate payback.
And sometimes they get offended, but hey Im just spitting the facts.
Your just mad that now your the ones with the guns to your backs.
Because it’s about time to get rid of the plaque.
And you best know Classy J is up for the task.
Classy J May 2015
Born to death, left in dread, not knowing if I'm alive or dead. Born with no bed to call my home, I was too busy struggling for my life in the ER room. That was just my beginnings, death wanted me bad, but don't worry I make it through it knowing life won't all be full of dread. Grew up with parents not being together, getting bullied at school, sometimes I just wish I got buried in some tomb. I used to look at life so positively, but with so much **** coming at me, Doctor Phil could easily write my own biography. Then junior high came, and that was a whole other thing entirely.  Man,I wish kids could just get home schooled those years, because then I may have not needed to get that psychiatry.  Then finally high school came and prepared to my past experiences was so heavenly. Before school was like the hunger games, survival of the fittest was my only option. Sometimes I still find myself in survival mode, I'm scared that if I say do something wrong the past will strike back at me. So I just stay quiet like a monk, but **** me off I turn into the hulk or some volcano eruption. Wondering why life ******* me over, why people have to be cruel, finding out it doesn't get better as I get older, just wanting to finally be me in this supposed " land of the free." What i've realized is; that this country is a monotonous *****, home of people who pretend to be nice, because as we all know it's all about our **** image. This is reality so i'll just pretend that everything is right with the world, not looking at all the problems and crap, and not be who I am supposed to be; which is being me? I'm sorry that ain't me, I'm  just so ******* tired of being herded by society like I'm some ******* sheep; conquered by the white privileged. Well baa baa black, brown,yellow, and red sheep have you any wool? No sir no sir it was all taken by the white sheep, why don't you ask them for some? Reality is the whites control everything no one can touch them without paying with your life, hope this truth open the eyes of those who are non-visual because it’s time to stop acting like ignorant fools. We need true equality, we need true freedom, we need change otherwise we stay oblivious to facts which is dumb, which we need to stay away from! This world is full off suppressive segregation, everything must be taken, ignore the horrifying facts of the past but rather let’s look towards the future. Well I would like to but the fact is we can’t because there will always be racism and violence, it’s has been put into our genetic tract since the beginning of time. Since we ate that forbidden fruit, since Kane killed his brother Abel, ******* to this barbaric nature to engrain it’s disease into our brains like a tumor. I guess it’s just human nature to be horrible killers looking for anything that can fill us for some sort of enjoyment like some kind of disturbing nursery rhyme
283 · Feb 2018
Hood boy
Classy J Feb 2018
Hood boy
Wear sweaters all the time that’s why people call me a hood boy but it’s all good for I grew up in the hood boy so no wonder that I never had a proper boy hood. So why does society expect me to attain manhood? It’s hardest being an artist, so focused on everything thing else but regardless. I hope you understand me, and I don’t know what you expect of me. Why do ya always got to glare at me, for I’m just like you but the way I grew up keeps a distance between you and me. Just because I ain’t got currency you expect me to get things by burglary or end up in the penitentiary for battery. Don’t get mad at me I’m just working in a system that you created, just a hood boy that got everything confiscated. Just my ascribed status not much I can do, just my undenied madness must need some medication to seem sensible to your upper class white man view. But ignore me I’m just a hood boy on the wrong side of the tracks, so don’t try to reform me for your just like ted to my Lorax. **** me over and it wouldn’t end any differently even if I found me a four leaf clover. Cloven in garments and jewels yet the system is rigged for the rest of us but no matter if we play this consumerist game or not we are still deemed ****** fools. Fools for thinking we can attain the American dream for that ***** just an evergreen pipe dream. On the other hand we fools for not making something of ourselves in society, we just deemed lazy *** people bumming welfare just a burden on the notoriety. Cause someone needs to pay for taxes some how and why aren’t anyone raising their eyebrows. Maybe they just cover it with their hoodies, for we to scared to cause a ruckus for those upper class piggies. For they may squeal and whimper, and we don’t want to deal with those spoiled brats tempers. And ain’t no body really understand it’s like them trying to pronounce worchester, so ******* despicable you think I was cat Sylvester. But whatever it’s just a pointless endeavour, and I would be better if I had the chance to show that I’m clever. But whatever I’m just a boy who loves wearing his sweaters, but whatever that our different cultures can never be two birds of a feather. But whatever matter we better off, but whatever maybe we continue to shrug it off.
279 · Sep 2016
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.
278 · Dec 2015
Untitled
Classy J Dec 2015
under a lot, working, going off to school, momma ain't raise no fool, not some tool, with enlightenment it established me to not turn cruel. Pressure from friends, pressure from society, under all this stress, life has become so hectic, debating all throughout my head man my head is as loud and annoying like congress. Math I can't count how many times I can't seem to fail at it, but I don't need it, I am physiologist artistic politician so I think I got enough wit. Untitled undisputed champion, motion caption extravagant, I win rap battles all the time, yeah party's every night, 24 celebration. Unknown, keep growing in my words, wanting to amp up my verbs, kicking out these fabricated rappers to the curb.
278 · May 2015
mom's day
Classy J May 2015
Always there to care for me, since the beginning, I wouldn't have survived without you, If it wasn't for you I could possibly be in a foster home all alone. I am who I am because of the things you have taught me. I could've been on the streets, I could've been a whole other ***, I could've have been in the grave. Mom without you I would be lost, so thank you mom for being there for me through thick and thin. I am so grateful for everything, and on mother's day and your birthday is when I really get to express how am feeling about how awesome you are. I know we've had our up's and down's but we always make-up, cause we are all we got. Thank you again mom and HAPPY MOTHER'S Day!
278 · Feb 2018
Millennial problems
Classy J Feb 2018
Running out of jobs, running out of room on the planet so to side track us we create the dab. Let me take a selfie, so lost without our weefee. Driver less cars coming into effect, robots slowly taking over our jobs as well but we don’t see it because without technology we’re pathetic. Don’t have real conversations anymore, what for I can just text instead and everybody claims to be victims and say I should care. Care about religion, care about my profession, care about different genders, **** that **** I’ll just put that **** in a blender. Everyone vegan or gluten ******* hipsters, so foolish but if I stray away from that culture I’m a offender. ***** get over it, don’t like it **** my ****. Millennial problems, such senseless and pointless problems. Looked at as lazy, looked at as crazy, looked at as  being to flashy. Can say the same for other generations, but every delegation grows worse as we go generation to generation. Saying we’ve hit mile stones like everyone can vote, but ain’t no body going out to vote. People died for that **** so we can have democracy, but probably doesn’t matter if you do because freedom and equality is a fallacy. Wanna escape by my millennium falcon, because I don’t think we’ll fix this problem. Capitalism has failed us, governments have failed us, media has failed us, and education has failed us. Gap between the rich and poor growing and it doesn’t seem to be slowing. Propaganda making you blinded from the evil doings of your commanda. Sometimes I can’t tell if we live in democracy or systematic dictatorship, for the government helps itself don’t believe me ask natives about trusting their supposed friendship. Middle class measuring rods separating lower class kids from the rest, for if you don’t have white middle class values your deemed a pest. Culture clashing with other cultures, man I would have loved to live in era of hunting and gathering because they had great features. Everyone had a position, everyone had a collaborative mission. What a substantial downfall, yeah we’re so ****** when we hit the wall. Become a third world nation, but we to busy worrying about keeping up with the newest fashions. Millennial problems become further issues later, but we say **** we’ll worry about it later. (22)
277 · Sep 2016
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.
277 · Aug 2018
Dome Patrol
Classy J Aug 2018
Cardio vascular triple ontondra going in like a diamond back anaconda.
Going berserk like I’m Jane Fonda, turning to the dark side just to see why exactly the devil wears prada.
Working protocol like carter, and knowing I just might die a martyr.
Piecing the clues together to conclude it was the hedge scissors in the ballroom and was perpetrated by the gardener.
I’m as reckless as archer, yet as serious as Kevin Cozner. I’m bizarre like the schemes of jafar, yet I got a killer instinct like a jaguar.

Gathering support like I’m goku, for my bars are superb where other rappers bars are tasteless like tofu.
I’ll keep these rappers in their place for I’m a master like shifu.
My only weakness is that I love having snusnu, but I keep my light and dark centred like some kind of ancient guru.
You can either accept my point of view, or kiss my rear view. Although I have zentoku, I’m also not afraid to initiate a cou.
For I don’t fully trust people so don’t worry it’s not necessary a issue I have with you.
It’s just business, and I’m in the business of self preservation, and just like Batman I always have to use caution.
Now I know why I’m on probation, because I don’t feel safe in my own nation.
I guess I just forget how to be rational in tense situations, and that’s why I’m always on stress leave or on vacation.

What can I say I have strong opinions and passions, and I’m so sick of words but no actions.  
People say I’m unrealistic and idealistic, and they say I’m overthinking things that are actually quite simplistic.
And then I get Teachers wanting to diagnose me as autistic,  society trying its best to group me into negative statistics.
Counsellor worried about my tendency of being nihilistic, religious Pharisees angry that I call em out on being so legalistic.
But **** it, some won’t ever understand it or like what I have to spit.

I have a creative mind which doesn’t fit in with the norm, and my stubbornness won’t let me conform.
I have intrinsic perspective that roars like a thunderstorm, and just when people think I’m done and out I unveil my ultra instinct form.
Look listen up *****, I’m adamant about these clips, and I got an entire empire to run so **** all the haters man for to me they are like blips on the radar, classy j you know I gotta play hard when it comes to calling out all ya hickish mater's.
I’m just a gargantuan indiaho that shuts down all these racist ***** *** gringos.
But a lot of people mistake me as an Español but ya better get your head examined because your a estupido feo!

I’m not that elegant but I’m intelligent with my gambling chips, but a lot yawl can’t see that because my essence is that of an eclipse.
Imma put ya into a perpetual stasis if you think you can replace this! Classy j is my alias, my thoughts are spontaneous, and if ya must know my zodiac sign is a Taurus.
So some may say that I have a short temper, so that must mean I’m to blame just like a Templar.
Or that I’m as brutal as a zar, but I’m just a outspoken poet that sometimes pulls the wrong strings on humanities guitars.
But **** it I’ll still go ******* these tracks, I’ll go hard like palpitations that may shock ya but we both know I’m just spitting the facts.
Getting ya hooked on me like imma aphrodisiac, but don’t get too excited or else ya might give yourself a heart attack.
I’m a mathematic on the tracks, I’m uncommon like unsalted gluten free ramen.
I put my time in, and when you see me with a gun on me in the streets ya best know I’m wildin.

Straight gutta **** boy imma get on your nerves like I’m Alvin, but you better be prepared because imma freak like Charles Manson. There will be no chance you rappers can defeat me, because just like John cena I always kick out before three.
You can’t see me, you can’t see my destiny so don’t come up to me all high and mighty thinking you have the right to judge me!

So I ask you are you God?
Didn’t think so, unless you have a God complex like Kanye and his main **.
Only God may judge me for what I say and for what I do, so throw the first stone if no sin has ever afflicted you.
Oh yeah that’s right your a human too, so you can take your entitled self-righteous easily offended *** outta my sight before I do it for you! I’m sick of people feeling like I owe em something, but here’s the the truth ******* I don’t owe you nothing.
I won’t apologize for being honest, I won’t apologize because I have freedom of speech and I use that freedom to demolish this society that is as deadly as a hornets nest.
276 · Oct 2014
left alone
Classy J Oct 2014
criticized, left out, shut down. Isolated in everyday living, the only friend I have are my possessions. Not even my mind accepts me, but I guess that makes sense, because all my life people have never once said anything nice to me or about me. I wouldn't believe them at first but everyone has a breaking point. Now I am trapped, all alone, with nowhere to call my home. Hope is a thing of the past, love doesn't exist in a world so cruel. Friends end, friends and family betray you, or hurt you. I am a good person but my appearance states otherwise, statistics say otherwise, life as I know it; states otherwise. So now I live this life walking a lonely road the only road I've ever known, don't know where it goes but it's only me, so I walk alone. Dreams are a bunch of fantasy's, passion is a clever lie, truth;there is no such thing. I have a truth but my truth might not be another person's truth, so does that mean one of our truth's is a lie? belief's start wars, because people can't accept one another, people can't even understand themselves. That's why they search for truth, but what is truth? I just don't know anymore.
276 · Oct 2014
I'm finally alive
Classy J Oct 2014
clouded in deception, lost in adversity, trying to find out who I am. All the lie's with little truth hidden inside, a myth that all it is. I been walking through day by day dealing with people's B.S, all I do, it's like I'm stuck on a broken record. Lost and annoyed, no longer having patience, broken by hypocrisy and deception. Drifting like a log, not knowing where I'm going, just going with the flow. For to long I have keep quiet, it's time to go to shore and be myself. Time to tell the hard truth, I'm an outcast, but I just can't handle being society's robot. It's time to not take the B.S others throw at me. You thought you broke me, but I stand a better man, I was weak but now I'm strong.  No longer being confined, for the first time in a long time I feel alive.
274 · Jun 2015
Changing of seasons
Classy J Jun 2015
The snow falls in silent flakes, green baby leaves off pliable branches shudder under the unfamiliar weight. The light fluffy cold that grips so tightly, which slips out of sight, lost in crisp wilderness of this winter wonderland. Shimmering, glistening, dreaming of spring long past, now it's winter time, time to warm up in the bar and order a flask. Children sleep with dreams of summer, is no one going to tell them that summer doesn't exist in this wasteland? Dreams, hopes, desires drift from here to that other place where it is warm and life reaches to the warm sun. Will summer ever return; this is as true as the ice that formed on the lake. The seeds, carefully prepared, labeled, and bagged were the promise of next year's crops. Days are filled with keeping the wood stove flaming- cutting logs, splitting, carrying, this fire that they desire. Huddled in bed, keeping warm with fire and flask counting the time until the blizzard snow melts. The sun reappears, the fields uncovered for belated planting, hope springs through eternity, spring arrives at last.
274 · Sep 2019
Spin Cycle
Classy J Sep 2019
Driven through a division,
Going in and out of dimensions,
Fighting off my demons.
Call that cross road decisions.
Dealing with typical Cross family addictions.
With my spirituality getting constantly tested.
For all I see is the devil,
Which makes me wonder,
If God is even interested?
Interested in whether or not I’m bested.
Bested by ingested toxic substances.
Guess I have to be careful where my choices are invested.
Because in an instance, I may never regain consciousness.
Maybe that’s why I was told not to take my life for granted.
But I’m struggling with once again being that “kid”,with unwavering faithfulness.
For when one becomes an adult,
It’s as if hopes been indicted.
With promises expedited into brokenness;
burning pure hearts with acid.
How drastic, that we are just facets for molasses.
Spilling over into the masses.
Parading smiles stapled and plastered on everyone’s faces.
But we got to look beyond the scenes,
Instead of being caught up in the schemes,
As things aren’t always what they seem!
Woven wool threading over eyes like a seamstress,
Pretending we are all good, Sike! Such lie’s, unless...
Perhaps we are all saps, pining over delusions instead of facts,
Packed with wax in ears, ignoring non-fiction for Knickknacks.
For we all get caught up in this spin cycle eventually.
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.
272 · Jul 2014
circles
Classy J Jul 2014
Life is like a circle,  You live , you go to school, you graduate, you make a lot of mistakes on the way, you buy a house for yourself or maybe just live in an apartment. You get your first, second or third job, you maybe go to college or university and graduate, than get a better job. Maybe while being in a relationship, you get married and have kids, and then the circle begins again but this time it's for your kid. While you grow older, made some good money, get to see your kid(s) go through life like you did, but hopefully had a better experience. Then next thing you know your in an old folks home. Your kids are married off, and every so often you get to meet your grand kids, and see them go through their circle of life. Knowing that's yours is about to end. But it's ok cause you've done it all, and you don't regret anything, and if you had the choice you wouldn't really want to change a thing if you got to start all over again.
269 · Dec 2014
everything in nothingness
Classy J Dec 2014
boy and girl, man and women, grown up through the walkways placed in their lives, all given life. Long last goodbye, whispered through the night, as sweet dreams roam through the night. First word, oh the joy it brings to man and wife. Tree spreading roots of ancestry, growing bigger which each passing generation. Through the eternal wonderment of life and death, tick tock the clock that passes faster and faster. what was once slow is now fast, future compared to past. Legacy and pride mixed with shame and distraught. What may seem forever is only a speck to what forever truly is, forever and ever time is lost within. No rhythm to generate movement, and movement is how one gets places. all and all again, a circle we form over and over, till we topple over.
266 · Mar 2018
Pseudo-Nation
Classy J Mar 2018
Look God I respect you cause I’m apart your creation, but I can’t stand you because of these other creations. Contradiction brings hypocritical fallacies; but we used to it because it has become routine. For rational choice has burst out into a smoke screen. Blurred lines with desires of evergreen; dulled minds dumping countless bodies down the ravine... All in order to chase their own dreams; using others as the back bone for a chance of riches from the slot machine.

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

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

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

This isn't a place for haters, this isn't a place for fakers, and this isn't a place for manipulators. I only want like minded people willing to hear what I have to say, and I pray that we can move forward to  better days.  For this pseudo-nation has hindered us and stopped us in our tracks, so how can we try going different routes when we glued to these tracks. However, this glue is an illusion; there isn't anything chaining us down man; all that is truly hindering us is our own ignorant self-righteous delusions.
266 · Feb 2015
kingdom hearts poem
Classy J Feb 2015
A world of possibilities, chosen to save the universe. There will be road blocks, and their will be failures as long as you keep fighting the battle, I promise it'll be worth it. Friends are hard to keep, but much harder to find, how badly do you want to see them again? Growing up may be fun but it also comes with more responsibility, can you handle that. The battle between light and dark is a hard battle to fight, do you have the strength to last another night? What if it was all for nothing? What if things don't go back to what they used to be? Can you live with that burden? We shall see!
265 · Jun 2017
In Lust
Classy J Jun 2017
People aren't in love they just stuck in lust(x3). People only want each other's bodies, carnal desires got them desperate so they be doing things like putting ruffies and **** in girls drinks of Bacardi. Where did love go, where did love go? Because it ain't here with messing around with all these scanks, gold diggers and hoes. Lust got the men looking for a girl who is thin got a big **** and bust, so caught up in their build a fantasy Barbie doll that they didnt realize or care that any genuine love was lost. At what cost will we go for that distorted dream? Because this **** is fake we was created to be partners, but people today aren't prepared to play as a team. The only team people want is to tag team some *****, and it's all fun and games till you get that *** itch. But some still don't care so they still ****, bringing with them some bad luck to others that they slide a couple bucks.

Man this **** got me saying people aren't in love they just stuck in lust(x3) Where is love oh god where is love? Can get away with ****** or **** if before hand you put on a white glove! Doesn't fit so it wasn't me responsible for this ****! I'm clean as this white glove, and I'm as innocent as a dove. Going and doing this **** again and again, going back to the ways of pagans. It's all about getting laid, and going from each girl like they are no more than an amusement park ride. Then they be throwing shade on virgins because they ain't gotten laid, because it's so imperative for street cred might as well be giving medals or badges for the more you be giving head. That's not right, that's not right but we don't see it because we lost our sight, lost our sight. Alright, alright, alright let's get ourselves right and get away from this devious plight. Because we don't love we just stuck in lust. That right I said we don't love because we just stuck in lust. One more time say it with me now, we don't love because we stuck in lust. Now to the girls I know this world can be a whirlwind, a whirlwind.

It's all about revealing more and more and no one is there to defend you in this distorted land. If a man doesn't appreciate you from the start he doesn't deserve to hold a piece of your heart. Where are the real men who will take a stand? Who is willing to lend a hand and draw a line in the sand? Because it can be dangerous for a woman to be out late at night, as she has to watch out for perverts which is not right? Why is that ok? When did that become ok? Why can't it be safe for women like it is for a man I'm just saying that it's wrong that women are looked at as prey. I just shake my head in dismay, but ignore me and continue making objectifying movies like fifty shades of grey. Because people don't want to hear this but they need to hear this so that there can be some justice! We don't love man, because we so stuck lust(x3)
258 · Jan 2018
Freedom is Gone
Classy J Jan 2018
Modeerf si enog, Society lost in thee fog.
Hand on the Bible, Gun to the temple.
Gone is freedom, humanity slowly becoming a problem
Eh,eh,eh listen up miscreants i'm starting to get sick of this,
for pigs and leaches are thriving off from us.
History repeating, hypocrisy seeping and floorboards a rattling.
Raven a tapping, rapping on the powers door, Nevermore, nevermore will minorities be the white man's *****!
Viva la revolution,viva la revolution;hearts beating as a solemn drum.
Nevermore, nevermore will minority's be stereotyped as lazy bums!
Humanities complacency repeating hypocrisy; seeping with floorboards a rattling and people shouting we demand democracy.
Modeerf si enog, Society lost in thee fog.
Hand on the Bible, Gun to the temple.
Gone is freedom, humanity slowly becoming a problem.
Innocent till proven guilty; innocent till power corrupted thee.
Privilege created boarders and ignorance was passed down from our forefathers.  
Drawing lines in the sand; instead of learning, respecting, or trying to understand.
It's time to take a stand, for this situation has gotten outta hand.
Coup D'etat, Coup D'etat; down with the Aristocrat.
Nevermore, nevermore shall the ninety nine percent be treated like **** ***** rats!
Diversity unity pleading equality; hoping to abolish cruelty.
For at the end of the day we just long to be truly free.
Modeerf si enog, Society lost in thee fog.
Hand on the Bible, Gun to the temple.
Gone is freedom, humanity slowly becoming a problem.
257 · Jun 2015
Heart Broken
Classy J Jun 2015
Heart broken, feelings all mixed up into my sad depression, swerving into so many obstacles, but it doesn't matter anymore. Friends gone, family gone, no one to love, no one to understand your pain and help lighten up your spirits. Just me, myself and I all isolated from this world filled with so much misery. Demons attack trying to make myself harm myself, because the pain is too unbearable to handle by myself. No one to hold me up, higher powers have deserted me, and i'm stuck with these ill thoughts messing up this once positive mind. Oh, how I want my heart mended back together, but is it possible with so many pieces missing from the puzzle. Is there a hope? Is there a solution for my predicament? Or am I ******* to dig deeper and deeper for this supposed purpose for my life.
257 · Jan 2020
The Story of Gunther
Classy J Jan 2020
This is a story of a kid named Gunther,
Now, Gunther started out life with tragedy,
Growing up with an abusive mother,
& a drunk father hooked on drugs instead of his family.
Gunther instantly understood he had to be a hunter,
A survivor in order to push through this adversity.
Most days Gunther was scrounging for scraps,
A young kid in a mad city, this certainly ain’t a place for whipper-snaps.
Saying his prayers while being surrounded by sharks.
A good kid in a big city, walking alone without a safe-house,
Feeling like a mouse,
Living in a society ready to put him in a jailhouse.
Treating him less like a human, and more like a fox.
For his skin isn’t a kin to dominant standards,
So, he is left to be an ostracized *******.
Cast out by factors beyond his control.
With a system designed to **** out his soul.
****!

The story of Gunther,
A story of someone who was like a brother,
A story of someone trying his best to get out the gutter.
This is the story of Gunther.

But things started to get better for Gunther,
He was doing well in school which made him feel like an achiever.
Dreaming about graduating and making enough money to have a better future.
Around this time, his father got sober and gave his life to the creator,
But even though his father became healthier and kinder,
He also became stricter,
Striving for perfect and if Gunther wasn’t that he was deemed a sinner,
For Gunther entering the church,
Was like entering a burner,
But he kept going to please his father,
For his mother was gone,
And his little brother was too young.
To fully understand the pressure.
Nor did Gunther want his brother to face the same pressures.
As he did when he was younger.
Having the same exposure to demons and monsters.
So, Gunther decided to take on the tether.
And face the bitter weathers.

The story of Gunther,
A story of someone who was like a brother,
A story of someone trying his best to get out the gutter.
This is the story of Gunther.

When I met Gunther it was junior high,
And I can’t lie, I couldn’t actually stand the guy,
He was my bully, the thorn in my side.
Little did I know our fates would be intertwined.
Becoming my best friend, leaving our past beef behind.
Having some shared stories of being despised,
However, I would soon learn that some past pain can’t die,
And Gunther started to get addicted to drug supplies,
And starting drinking like everyday was the 1st of July.
He would soon start to push our friendship aside,
In order to prioritize all his time fiending for his next high,
Becoming a monster with cold red eyes,
But I still tried to help him the best I could,
After all we were from the same hood,
But it’s hard to heal a heart turned to wood.
And, I knew that if I stayed his friend he would drag me down too.
So, I said my goodbye because that’s the only thing I could do.
****.

The story of Gunther,
A story of someone who was like a brother,
A story of someone who couldn’t overcome the gutter,
This is the story of Gunther.
256 · Jun 2017
Story of the afflicted
Classy J Jun 2017
In and out of consciousness, for sin has clouded my mental inbox and I continue to do it in hopes of finding happiness. For life needs to change its diaper as it's filled with a ****** mess, so I forget it by smoking ces. High riding on the clouds, because I'm all a ******* up and I already know I'll never make my family proud. At night I cut my wrists, yet I can't even find help when I go to church and get supposed redemption from the priests. Have no money and I have no time, and if there is a God let me tell you this ***** not funny and please give me a sign. I got an offer to be set for life if I join the gangs, and I can't lie that I like the thought of being revered as a king. I have a dream though but as I grow older that dream is becoming a stranger that I don't know. Oh come on Johnny it'll be fun to shoot your adversity with a tommy gun. No please leave me alone, and you know it's bad when you can't run for support from your parents or even feel safe in your own home.

Then the day came where I drank 5 six packs from my parents fridge, and wrote my final goodbye before I jumped off a bridge. I got a call last night and I couldn't believe my ears, for my best friend is now dead which concluded my biggest fears. **** man why would you do that, for everything may have been pretty ****** up but we was a team when we were going through all that. Outlaws and blood brothers, but when you did what you did-did you even think about the effects on others? We gone through similar journeys, but we I believed we had the ability to move past all that scrutiny. Guess I was wrong, and all I can do is have these memories of you and feel sad when I hear the radio play your favourite song. You said no one would care, but when I went to you're funeral lots of people were there. If only you could see this, and as scream and cry in the corner the happy moments is what I try to reminisce. For life isn't all bliss but if you blink it is something you will miss. This is the story of Johnny which is just one of many that are dealing with afflictions, but I wrote this story to help those who are also struggling or dealing with addictions.
256 · Oct 2014
The City
Classy J Oct 2014
This city through all the lights and monotonous nights, over and over again. Recognizing the struggles of a broken people, trying to help as much as I can, but I just get pushed back but I come back stronger. I am just a man, but I can't abandon these people because I used to be one of them.  Never knowing which way I was going, just going with the flow, life was nothing special or simple, it was hard and painful. I used to imagine a great pain free life, but that was just dreams ; just some fantasy for the longest time in my mind. Till one day I got up and started walking a new direction, breaking stereotypes, breaking statistics, they said I would never become something, that I be in a gang and selling drugs. Living on the streets till one day I get shot or **** myself, but that's not who I am or who I want to be. Through the city I have seen and heard it all, I don't judge, because that would make me a hypocrite, and I am not their keeper.  I'm just real, I am being me, which took me a long time to do.
255 · Sep 2014
going to insanity
Classy J Sep 2014
Yeah, people say I'm going insane, they tell me I should take the first train to the mental hospital. Why do people think I'm insane, I am who I am I don't care what people think about me but they still judge without knowing who I truly am. I am an artist, I am a person who makes fun of society, I have a great opinion on politics, I make bad jokes, so does that mean I'm crazy? Like come on now people, I don't judge you so why the hell do you judge me? Like Gandhi says, ''an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.''' So maybe I am a little spontaneous, every one can't live their whole lives with a stick up their butts. So if you think that's what  insane means, then yes I'm insane.
255 · Aug 2014
Dear Jennie
Classy J Aug 2014
Momma used to say a stupid is as a stupid does, and well Jennie I may be dumb but I know what love is. Life is like a box of chocolates, never know what you're gonna get, but I know what I want and I want you Jennie. You once asked me if I ever dream about who I'm gonna be, and well I don't know Jennie, I don't know who I want to be because I'm just me. I would run to the edge of the earth to be with you, I can't leave my past behind me when you're in it, I want to move forward but with you by my side. Like I've said before Jennie your my girl. You always will be, even if you never return a message back to me. I think I'm getting sick, so is the boy, maybe we got your illness before you left. I'm getting weaker by the minute, I feel as if I am about to die. So if this is the last goodbye, then so be it, I will be waiting for you in heaven. Goodbye Jennie.
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