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!

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.

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.

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.

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 times where a person has to forget how to give a ****,
And times where you have to make sure that people understand that life truly *****.
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; Too 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.

Yeah, uh.
Hexagon be going in to this beat, so this is not a time to be taking your seats.
After school aftermath I'll be rhyming all the time like a boss,
In this injustice of a land that nails anyone who speaks out about it onto a cross.
For shame son, I won't be a part of you're little game Mon,
After school aftermath our rap team be representing the nation.
So while the rest of you lost souls be stationed in you're incongruently warped minds,
I'll be taking my time writing these real deep filled lines.
Ok hold up for a minute, I promise I let yawl finish, but I don't think any argument you may have against us would be legitimate.
As many of yawl are stuck in a regimented mindset for the government’s benefit.
We be stressing on real deals, we be giving out hope to people to help them deal with their messed up ordeals.
Can you feel the decay of the system we live in?
But there is still time to change it in our favor so we can win.  
After school aftermath time to get out the war drums and the trumpets, this is a time to be chaotic instead of being a dainty mistress like Ms. Muppet.
It’s about time we say **** it!
This is a time for change, this is a time to be strange, and this is a time to write a new page.
This is a time to rearrange our thinking,
Cause our society is like the Titanic because we be sinking.
We are better than this,
And though there may never be bliss,
I will be remised,
If never we really tried to at least take risks.
I believe that we would no longer be slowly sinking in this world that is stinking.

Yo, t-dogg is in the house are guys ready?
Let's go off,
Cause I really want to go off,
It’s time for the blow off,
That’s burns brightly like a Molotov,
To all you haters that are still out there can *******.
It is Mr. Supra HD you bet your ***** me and Classy J are super indeed.
Going straight for the knees,
Got no time for your petty pleas,
This is the after school aftermathso you bet we be running even it’s a 100 decrees,
This is real rap so bet we won’t keep it simple and clean.
Got to roll up them sleeves,
And set sail for sea,  
In a world full of boy toys we refuse to sell out,
End up in jail needing bailouts.  
Classy j and Hexagon and me be the stand outs,
Saving rap because if I’m honest it’s been in a drought.
So, although yawl might treat like Dumbo’s
We hit you with that Konami Code, Wambo Combo!
Going in like Rambo, Never running out ammo,
Stealth **** like the Predator even if you’re wearing Cammo.
Want some advice, don't mess with us, Stay in your lane and avoid the fuss.

I put the sharpen on em,
I hear the choppers coming,
Can’t eraser the past,
Everyone think I’m high off something. (X2)

Catch a vibe, I’m bumping.
Match with left swipe, I’m thirsty!
Oil up the pipe, I’m gushing.
My girl play my trumpet as good as Cindy Bradly.
So you bet imma be going down her pipe, like I’m jump man!
(Mario sound effects)
Popping the cherry off,
Got her yelling mozel tov!
Bringing down her walls, like I’m Gorbachev.
Sensual tingling heat, blasting out like a Molotov.
Fronting like a boss, spending cash mischievously!
Disrupting the masses, by saving music
Obviously.
And a lot be hating, but they just mad that they can’t understand me.
Because my lyrics go over their heads g.
So, I wont apologize for spreading the truth homie!
And I may never win a Grammy,
But I don’t need trophies to prove I’m the greatest g!
For my lyrics be piercing,
Are you listening?
Or do I need to put the sharpen on ya?

I put the sharpen on em,
I hear the choppers coming,
Can’t eraser the past,
Everyone think I’m high off something. (X2)

Catch a vibe, ya tripping!
I’m not in my right mind, I’m slipping.
Pull out the lean, I’m sipping!
Oh, lord please have mercy.
My vision getting blurry.
And If it ever comes back, find out where’s Perry?
I’m immediately regretting this decision, like I’m Ron Burgundy.
Can’t **** my struggles away like Timmy’s fairies.
If only real life could let up,
When I scream parley.
Who knew pirates had better morality than society eh?
Can’t it see I’m just living on a prayer like I’m Bon Jovi?
And just when life starts giving me a push, I get robbed like Kofi.
It only takes 5 seconds for things to go Nagasaki.
If only things could roll off me like I’m Rolie polie Olie.
If only I could hit three pointers as good as Steph curry.
Or be as funny as Bill Murray.
But as long as you fans still support me,
That enough for me.
And if you hate me, I might have to put the sharpen on thee.

I put the sharpen on em,
I hear the choppers coming,
Can’t eraser the past,
Everyone think I’m high off something. (X2)

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!

The tell me to go out, but I haven't gone off yet, can't bluff but be sure that I will bet. I bet you don't know why I keep going, keep trying, I'm not lying some times it's hard for me to keep on trying. Sighing, looking back while moving forward, I want to be brave, for I hate being a coward. As awkward and random as Howard the duck, running over the rap game like I'm a monster truck. I don't believe in luck, no karma here either, I reference it but take it like a grain of salt, I may have said it because the other night I drank too much liquor. Classy J is here to stay, I will be here until I believe that society is no longer grey. I'm different, setting standards, underdog, native born man I don't care if it takes me forever to become relevant. I used to be just like the revenant a story that claims is true but so much of it was fake, I can't change myself because life isn't that great, and it certainly isn't sweet as cake. At this rate, you might think I just have given up, because I have realized that no matter what I do it is never enough, but ****** be me for not giving up. Heart used to be black, but it a good thing I found some white out, negativity has it's place but it was time for me to get out. I do know that reality and negativity sometimes intertwine with each other, but it's good to keep positive so that you can help others. Middle ground, mental health is sound, what used to be lost can always be remade or found. Twists and turns, gone through flames and came out unscratched or burned. I learned to chill and mature, I used to be diseased by the curse of the world but now I'm cured. Caught up in between, learning what this world means to me, trying to help others see. I thought I was deranged, as people only looked and treated me like I was strange, but I am me, never going to be like everyone else, you will never drain my hp gauge. Interlude's and new beginnings, I now am half way there, revolving doors, some days it may be stormy but I look forward to the days that are clear.

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.

The voices don’t turn off,
When I go to sleep,
Got me hearing them,
Every day of the week.

The voices don’t turn off,
When I go to sleep,
Got me hearing them,
Every day of the week

I personify my trauma,
Cuts on the wrist,
For a wish,
Just a wish,
That I didn’t look like this.
Cuts on the wrist,
For a wish,
Just a wish,
That I no longer felt like this!
Some say I need to stop the drama.
Treating my pain,
Like mathematics,
******* divisible.
Becoming invisible,
With my struggles treated as inhospitable.
Why do I gotta be treated as a criminal?
I’m just trying to speak out,
But yet you think I’m in it for attention.
Shoving pills down my throat,
Thinking that’ll cure the infection!
It’s no wonder that...

The voices don’t turn off,
When I go to sleep,
Got me hearing them,
Every day of the week.

The voices don’t turn off,
When I go to sleep,
Got me hearing them,
Every day of the week

Stuck in a toxic belief pattern,
With cuts on the wrist,
Cuts on the wrist,
Just for a wish,
Just for a wish,
That I didn’t look like this.
Got cuts on the wrist,
Just for a wish,
Just for a wish,
That I no longer felt like this!
Yet people say I chose this!
You think I’d choose this?
You think I’d choose to be beaten?
To be picked on?
You think I’d choose to have,
My father abandon me and my mother?
You think I choose to be abused?
To have teachers saying I’m worthless.
You think I’d choose this!
If you do you’re ******* stupid!
It’s no wonder that...

The voices don’t turn off,
When I go to sleep,
Got me hearing them,
Every day of the week.

The voices don’t turn off,
When I go to sleep,
Got me hearing them,
Every day of the week

People want me to explain my reasoning for having a cynical view of life, I don't need to, it's my life, it's my truths to believe in. You got your lie's that you say is truth same as me, life is a mystery that has no meaning. Hate is just a product of eating a apple off some tree that shouldn't have been there. Yes I know free will and all, that's all great and all, but I hate the pain I feel when I go down the road of sin. Why do I keep going in circles, every step forward is three steps back, feel like a stupid mistake; nothing more demeaning. What is right, what is wrong, who determines that, am I the only one that thinks that this society is whack. I stray from all of that, separating myself from fake rap, because I have decided not affiliate with that crap.Slipping through the cracks, trying so hard to keep breathing, because I want to make a change but every time i try it feels like i'm stepping on tacks. Belief is our only hope, that's so depressing, what is the lesson that need's addressing, what to do when it's my turn to go to bat. Life is a journey, the world is a disease, we live in a false reality, but what is reality? How did we become so water-downed, how did we become so uncultured when it comes to not offending others. We just forgot how to say how we feel, and when we do say what's on our mind, it's determined as savagery. Closing our shutters to emotions, trapped in our caskets, we are dead that's why the amount of people committing suicide is sky rocketing in the numbers.

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.

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

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.

I’ve been in the bank rolling in the loonies jack.
I’ve been in the bank, sipping cognac.
I’ve been in the bank, telling all the haters that they wack.
I swear imma give my granny a heart attack.
Sniffing so much crack I don’t remember where I’m at.
But as long my heart in tact.
Imma finna keep making them racks.
Holding up the bank, in a ski mask.
But imma never be in a slump dog.
Going from girl to girl like I’m playing leap frog.
I’m a beast yawl.
Not just in sheets dog.
It’s all good, because after all, everyone wants a taste of success dog.
Just relax and take a puff of fog.
I swear my spirit animal is a pug.
Because we both like to chew up the rug.
And you bet imma keep blowing up them streams like I’m dig dug.
Laughing to the bank, making mills bruh.
My girl looking hella fine with them stills on.
Don’t speak no English because I bought her off of amazon.
She from the amazon.
Looking amazon.
Sitting on my lap like I’m Santa uh!
You know that’s what sup!
Going to bank together rolling in them loonies jack
Going to the bank, sipping cognac.
Telling all the haters that they wack!
While We Avoid stepping on the sidewalk cracks.
As that would break our mommas back. And I don’t want that, which is why I only sniff the crack.

Eyes full of wonder and amusement,
Heart of gold and love,
Lips of mystery and romance,
Ears as good as an owl or elephant,
Deep consuming desire I have for thee,
You are the piece of my heart that I never knew I had,
When I'm with you mountains seem like hills,
And the rivers feel like oceans,
You are truer than a loyal knight to a king,
You're more smart than any other human being in the universe,
You are perfect in every sense of the word,
When I see you my heart beats faster than the speed of sound.

Codes bode mechanical roles,
On human souls,
A road that promised rainbows,
And virtues that once showed,
A flow of dough,
That made social control,
More comfortable.
That was until,
Everything fell all to hell.
One by one like dominoes.
Poor little dolls.
Trying for survival.
Yet for yrs yawl been in denial.
So, forgive me if I,
Don’t care about tears from a crocodile.
That transformed beautiful lands,
To wastelands.
That set up rules that put vatos in jail.
Without fair trials.
As the poor become corpse piles.
A vile stench trails.
But will never be inhaled.
By those who prevail.
A statement that is like a nail.
Being put into a coffin.
Isn’t humanity something?
Instead of reflection,
Or reconciliation.
History becomes like young padawans,
Facing off against Anakin.
Where truth becomes fairytales,
From once upon.
A time where superior specimens.
Overcame the savage ones.

Wondering what hill I’ll die on,
Will I end up in hell or in Zion?
Sometimes I feel like a who,
Only heard by Horton.
And I ain’t talking about Tim.
For my people’s lands,
Have been invaded by zim.
Yet we are the ones treated as aliens.
And unlike like a roll up the rim.
There is no please play again.
****.
Never trust a clown,
Especially if they wear a crown,
Why stick with milk,
When you could have the cow.
Why share the land,
When you could steal the oil.
Set the hen house on fire,
And watch as things go afowl.
Wondering who’s next,
Better ask the owl.
As they can see the evil in the eel,
That try to distract people,
With their promises and ideals.
But actually bring woe.
They say you reap what you sow,
So, be careful what you grow.
For bitterness is like a poison pill.
That spoils our fill.
Teach a white man to fish,
And for generations blood will spill.
As a sour sorrow echoes through the ville.
But is quickly dismissed.
That makes one wish,
Our voices could be taken as serious as,
A siege on Capitol Hill.

Step by step, breath by breath, I climb closer to death. Taking a pounding by life day by day, waking up and downing down another pill or drink because though it shiny outside, all I see is grey. Questioning life, questioning myself, hell I even question God, I know the drill, time for me to take another hit by the world's rod. How I wish to turn to sod, how I wish to just jump in front of the road. I don't complain, I just say the facts, can I get hit by a plane, or hide myself in between the cracks? Suicidal tendencies, I thought I was done with thee, and no I'm not telling you this for some kind of sympathy. I'm just being real, unleashed pandora's seal, feelings are harder for me to conceal. Unleashing my inner hulk, it's takes everything to keep on hoping instead of just sitting their and continue to sulk. Every day is a constant struggle, every day I keep having on to jump over these stupid hurdles. Caught in the rain, caught up in my pain, so many times I just wanted to put a bullet through my brains. Fire, Earth, Air and Rain, how can I manage these elements, how do I keep myself sane? Head says I'm a failure, it says I'm unworthy, that I'm a traitor, that I don't deserve mercy. On the picket fence, always playing defence, trying to figure out how to make this world make sense. Getting caught up in what I hate, feels like i'm starting to rot, is this just fate? Do what I say, not what I do, which way should I choose, if I am blind how do I fix my view? Am I to die this way? Am I to stay this way? How can one live if they're are starting to decay? How do I not go array, how do I know you won't leave me astray. How do I stay classy? How can I escape this shadowy valley? Writing out what my heart is saying, but my mind set is stuck  and constantly swaying. Should I do this, should I do that, how can I attain bliss and never again hit the mat? Life isn't perfect, it takes awhile to even garner any person's respect. Life is what is what you make it, you either leave it or take it. Angels and demons, how do i remain faithful when I constantly do things that makes me no better than a heathen? These are the things I think about, I know one day I may finally get a touchdown. I'm resilient, don't worry I know that I'll hold out, you can try to punch me out, but you will never take me out!

Falling from the reaches of the stars, never knowing how far it goes, through endless space, alone without you.When I'm with you I am as warm as the sun, when I am with you I become a stronger without fear. Through whatever life throws at us, I know we can face it head on, me and you together through thick and thin. With you I am whole, I have something in my life that I look forward to seeing and being with! With you! Me & you! Together till the end! Becoming like distant stars roaming throughout the solar system, as long as I'm with you I know things will be good!

I am tough, but am gentle, I am a giant, I am kind. I'm never on the offence, I'm always on the defensive, people always trying to go after me. They think because I am a giant that I must be angry or mean or tough, but I am not. I am tough but not in a rough way, why can't people accept that, they think me a monster, but they are the true monsters. I am me, I can't change that, one day I hope people can accept me for me, but for now I go from place to place travelling;helping those in need. I am like a human giving tree, I am there when you need a friend.

I was so high, with no worries in sight, dreaming of being up in the clouds. I have fallen so far, I hate to fall, it hurts, I don't know why I even live. I want to be better, but my mind gets caught up in blinding fog. Down the rabbit hole, drifting away the waters like a dead log. I know you're there when I fall, and with you're help I may rise. You carry me when I'm injured, I deserve to be tossed into the flames but by your grace I am saved. By your grace and mercy I am healed, I grow stronger day by day, to be with you in the clouds one day.

RIZN is a place to be to chill out,
its a place for those to find what their asking questions about.
RIZN is a place to be to hang out,
its a place for those to talk and shout.
RIZN is a place to know about the Saviour,
man if you don't agree to that,
you better change your behaviour.
HE forgave you from your sins,
now you got God's favour.
RIZN is a place to meet new people,
now you are a whole new sequel.
RIZN is a place to dance and sing,
to let the whole world know that you love the King.
RIZN is a place to play games,
its a place to read about people like Matthew, Mark, Luke, James.
RIZN is a place to learn from the experience of the leaders,
its a place to be ok with yourself everytime you look in the mirror,
without worrying about someone calling you a queerer,
RIZN is a place to tell others about your life story,
to one day be baptized in the main church for God's glory,
RIZN is a place to glow in the dark,
so it leaves you with a fun and impressing mark,
RIZN is a place were you can express your good opinion,
not make you into some zombie minion
RIZN is a place to expand your horizon to new views,
so your not some story in the breaking news.
Unlike

War within my soul, war within my thoughts, war within how I should act,look or talk. This is the battleground, this is the battle with heaven and hell, where will I be when the world rings it's final bell. Don't know what to do, God you said to leave it all to you, didn't you. Mind you I strayed away from that, I wanted instantaneous fun, but now it's time for war, but I'm not ready for combat. I never expected a coup d'etat, I never expected to have to defend my way I live, to busy enjoying the high life as an aristocrat. War with everyone, war with no one beside me, pushed away everyone for what I thought was gold; but it turned out to be poison ivy. How I got to this point, how I never noticed what I had, everything loses value just like this life i've been living was a temporary fad. Now I'm mad, but what can I do, moment after moment slipping away from what was true. I talked about how society corrupts, and yeah it corrupted me, so much so that when I look in the mirror, I don't recognize the person in front of me. I hate the devil, but it turned out that I was getting tricked by him, am I to late to change because at this moment my fate seems grim.

They say I've been holding back, they can say all that they want man, I don't care, nor do I listen to that smack! *****, I'm so versatile, writing versus to wake you up from your own denial. You can compile a list of **** to present to the trial, dial 911, I don't care, it's not like I’m holding a gun; p.s when did this get so personal? I go above and beyond, I show love and forgiveness even to those that treated me like I didn't belong. Life is a ******* marathon; it's so easy to just give up because sometimes running towards that perfect life is like trying to find a leprechaun. I am just a black swan in a world full of white swans, and I’ve tried moving on, I’ve tried staying strong, but yet I still don't belong. Just an outlaw, trying to piece back my life together like it was a jigsaw. It just feels like I’m trying balance on some seesaw, just trying to balance all this **** while trying not to drive my self into the wall. Till my heart stops, till the beat drops, till the clock no longer tick tocks. Till the end, till I can no longer pretend, till I leave this state of mind and start to transcend.

Acrimonious precocious emotionless people only focused on their brokenness. Torn families and friends, **** won't happen by osmosis, sorry for my profanity, but if you could see through my lens you would realize that things aren't fully hopeless. Some people today are so boneless, now is a time to focus and notice our true wholeness. Burn out that closet, make a deposit in you, stop being so modest, go out and just treat yourself. Get back to business, stop fretting and slacking off, drinking out your sorrows with that Guinness. Can I get a witness? Shut the **** up fool, I definitely know what I’m talking about and my name sure as hell ain't Willis! A lot of yawl thinking you homeless; when you are actually blessed with living in this land of richness. I don't need 60 minutes to convince you that it's actually a good thing that you exist. Till my heart stops, till the beat drops, till the clock no longer tick tocks. Till the end, till I can no longer pretend, till I leave this state of mind and start to transcend.

Coming out of a comatose,
Running round bout to post,
That bail money, then travel past the coast.
Real survivor like a roach.
And just like a golfer it’s all about my approach.
I like to look at life positively unlike Oscar the grouch.
Got that new whip,
Spreading my message like some cool whip,
And I don’t **** with people who got the case of the loose lips,
For the moment they open up they mouth,
Imma fill it up with a couple of clips.
Bang.
Pop off a shorty in order to keep others in their lanes.
Got to think smart, like General krang.
If you don’t want to end up like Citizen Kane.
Dang.
Don’t want to end up like Citizen Kane.
Dreaming of rose buds, man this ain’t no candy land game.
Wannabe be upstarts snorting their own *******.
It’s such a shame, in fact it’s insane.
Breaking one’s back over the littlest of things.
Don’t you realize that a lot of yawl are no more than petty cliches.
Trying to keep things private, when we live in a public domain.
Truth is in this day and age, we don’t actually own anything.
Yet we feel entitled to everything.
Thinking we are owed something.
Yet we are owed nothing.
Putting on elaborate acts, but life isn’t supposed to be treated like charades.
Trying to act like your an entree, but you don’t realize that means nothing at a buffet.
You only live once, you won’t get no replay.
Thinking your free, when your really in chains.
Thinking your unique, but when you die will anyone actually remember your name?
Name.
Name.
Uh, but **** it!
When I got that new whip,
Spreading my message like some cool whip,
And I don’t **** with people who got the case of the loose lips,
For the moment they open up they mouth,
Imma fill it up with a couple of clips.
Bang.
Pop off a shorty in order to keep others in their lanes.
Got to think smart, like General krang.
If you don’t want to end up like Citizen Kane.
Dang.

Night brings fright to my delight, where angels and demons fight. While wanderers search for hope, while addicts learn to cope. Soon night takes over, soon death may attack, soon rich become beggars that lack. While Ill thoughts may circle in one's mind, compulsion takes over and what may transpire cannot be unwounded. Walking down dark paths, searching for reasons to live, having the faintest hope that you have an answer to give. What is worse wanting to die or behind dead inside, either way their is no light inside to keep staying bonafide. To be or to not is the question that leaves some so distraught. Desperate times, desperate measures, doesn't matter if your an idiot or if you're clever. Wanting to let go of the lever, wondering if life will ever get better. Isolating and severing off from friends and family, is dangerous because then the story usually ends in tragedy. Suicidal tendencies, depression seeps in, wanting to give in to these darkly whims. Stuck with grim desires, wanting to just give up and set the world on fire. Just mortals longing to be invincible, if only we knew that others think that we are pretty incredible. We long to be free, but we don't know how to be free, we have lost touch with who we used to be. No longer recognize the persons in the mirror, wondering if you'll ever see clearer again, which is one of our greatest fears. To death do I part, from who I was from the start? Walking with Ill thoughts with strange intentions, I think I know why people say I need an intervention.  Walking without a purpose, that night I wanted to end it all because I felt worthless. Night destroys the once firm foundation I once stood on, good thing there were still people in my life that I could lean on. To death do I part I don't even need others to hurt me because I'm already pretty good at breaking my own heart? Felt like I was slipping away into oblivion, for I was a lost soul that once thought he could control this dominion. Is he a coward to die or a coward for wanting to live life that is what I had to ask myself when I was holding that sharp knife! Would I be in hell, would I be in purgatory, would I be heaven, or will there be nothing which would mean I have wasted my life believing in falsified stories. I've seen to much, I've heard to much, am I normal or am I out touch clinging onto beliefs like a crutch. I was so broken, I was so done, and looking over the horizon for hope like it was the sun. To death do I part, though I have missed the mark so many times because I was in the dark! But now light shines so bright upon me, I was once blind but now I can see. The past is the past; I have to forget about my prequel, so that I can start a new sequel. This concludes my Classy interlude thanks for listening to me, but don't worry I'll be back because you can't **** my rap dynasty. To death I shall part ways from, instead I'll be vacationing in the Caribbean drinking some **** good ***.

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

open your eyes
Truth confided in lie's and conspiracies, trust is earned not taken, falsity in idealism, so much drama to fill an ocean. Bound by forces we don't fully understand, feeding into our mediocre society. Getting brainwashed, having this life of our's ****** out by distractions, not looking at what's really going on in our world. Spoiled, entitled, selfish, stubborn,greedy people we have become. What happened to us? What have we become? Who are we really? I don't haven the answers, but just like you I have a lot of questions.

Oh life so confusing, and this crazed mind of mine can't seem to take it anymore, why can't things be like how they were going so long ago. Moving through these steps to make it back to I once was, on my feet ready to take on the world again. Fate can try to take me out but I won't let it, I am the master of my own destiny.  I started from the bottom, time to make my way to the top, alone with my thoughts to create history. Classy J  is the name time to claim fame for me and for no one else, this my life, time to make the most of this ****.  Misery and depression still trying to seep into my soul but I have bigger things to keep my eye on, because I deserve my prize. It's time to take my life back, that society has taken away, it's time to take off my mask and be me.

Trying to keep these emotions in check,
Instead of going for enemies necks,
Like a hyena on the defence,
I’m Stuck in a trance.
Trying to protect,
A heart so pure,
Yet also so insecure.

Why do I let it get to me?
Got me all chemically imbalanced,
Looking more of an *** than a donkey.
But, I’m ******* if I speak out or remain silent.
Trying not to step on glass,
Getting told I should be careful where I’m stepping.
For if I step on that glass,
I’m treated as defiant.
With my words becoming,
Nothing more than pseudoscience!
Perhaps I care too much?
After all society tells me to toughen up.
So, I build up these barriers.
But it’s never enough.
For my hearts still fragile.
Got me feeling like a bad child.
Fighting back against demons like I’m Madchild.
Got me wondering if trauma,
Truly can be reconciled?

For now though I’m just...
Trying to keep these emotions in check,
Instead of going for enemies necks,
Like a hyena on the defence,
I’m Stuck in a trance.
Trying to protect,
A heart so pure,
Yet also so insecure.

My words be plenty wise,
Yet people only wanna listen to garbage,
Like lil skies.
Afterall, the rap game has shown it hates logic.
Maybe I’d be rich,
If I bragged that I could have plenty wives.
Maybe you’d ******* listen,
If my words were sadistic like pennywise.
Maybe I’d be signed,
If I sold my soul to the demon goat with three eyes.
However, with fame comes leeches,
That tell pretty lies.
Getting hooked to the fiction,
Compromising morality to get between some thighs,
As well as wine and dined,
With bells come the whistles for the blind.
The frame of mind,
Through space and time,
Has begun to unwind,
With evolution on the decline.

What was once filled with clarity,
Is now filled with mumbling.
What once expressed challenging themes,
Now all sounds the same to me.
It’s so sad to see,
A Grammy list that nominated lil baby,
But not Denzel Curry, now that’s a tragedy.

I think I need to down me some communion wine,
Cause people have lost they minds,
Acting gangster but we know they lying,
Pulling a gunna out from behind,
Yet if caught, pull a 6ix9ine,
****, I swear music is confined,
Instead of bumping to Tech N9ne,
They pop lil xan’s while watching drumline,
Makes me wishing I could reincarnate as a slime,
Because it’s just so uninspiring,
Young wannabe thugs thinking they lions,
Are just lying to themselves,
Wanting be like ***,
But ending up a body full of gun shells,
POW POW POW POW,
Can’t you see the parallels?
Too busy believing in the fairytale,
Thinking ya can set sail,
Like a lil yachty boat,
But even the titanic thought it could float,
It’s funny that these SoundCloud rappers,
Think they the goat,
Trying so hard to attain some cloat,
By calling Eminem a joke.
But the only joke I see,
Is you folk.

What was once filled with clarity,
Is now filled with mumbling.
What once expressed challenging themes,
Now all sounds the same to me.
It’s so sad to see,
A Grammy list that nominated lil baby,
But not Denzel Curry, now that’s a tragedy.

You haven't forsaken me in the dessert, you haven't left me down to drown. Now I know your always with me, even in my wildest doubts. Through the fires and the flames, through those storms that almost blew me away. You were there for me, when everyone had gone away leaving me astray. You never left my side, and as much as I didn't want to by your side sometimes, you still stayed with me. God your my rock your my salvation, your the healer in the drought. Now I know your always with me even in my wildest doubts. Jesus your my salvation in which I give it all to you lord. I am no one, yet you treat me like I'm a someone that matters, you're grace I don't deserve or afford. You're love is everlasting, you created the moon's and the stars, to many to even count. Now I know your always with me, even in my wildest doubts. Your a healer to the sick, and compassionate to the widows, even to the homeless guy without a pillow.  You keep us warm with you're love, God you're so powerful and strong, our power compared to yours is like a tiny armadillo.

Watchful gaze, beautiful display, playful curiosity is this love game, got me lost like I'm in a maze. Twisting and turning, got that yearning, don't tease me girl with those mind games that got my heart a burning. Dangerous eyes, boy do I feel alive, love is in the air, got me swimming in the sky. Nothing distasteful, how could I ever become hateful with someone so loveable. Got the love fever, got me chasing ******, but once I got you, I promise that I will never leave yah. This is no phase, got to be careful; love can be as fragile as a vase. Powerful and independent, making boys cower, while men reserve to become your life resident. Not here to take control, I just want to help you steer life's wheel. I'm in it for partnership.

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

Soul redeemer of this lowly dreamer, you have my back, and I got yours, it doesn't need to be Valentines Day for me to buy you some flowers. Forever and always till the end, whatever the endeavor, you know a hand we will lend. More than friends, no matter the bends or rough patches, our love stays strong and won't ever end. As I lay beside you with my head on your heart, I don't regret anything; yeah I will never want to have a restart. Everyday is an adventure, and as we venture forward our love will never be tainted, for our love is pure.

Yeah they tried to shut me up, so they put me in a box to die;trying to brainwash me just like every other guy. I just want to be free, to be who I want to be, to bring up real issues that bother me. They say you should always be honest, except when you shouldn't be, a robot programmed to do their bidding, not even being allowed to cry. Well beep boub sorry that doesn't compute, they can try to stop me, but an outlaw never truly dies, fight to the last breath thats how imma be. A renegade for you, they say it doesn't matter what I say but when I say it I get into trouble. Words can be a double edged sword that can **** a person either way, you're ****** if you do, you're ****** if you don't, either way it's still a struggle. It's a grey world out there, nothing seems to want to go your way, and the only way out is when you're buried in a grave where you will eventually rot and decay. When will we see the light of day, when will this war be over, is there a chance for peace? To be free like the birds, to soar over problems that come across our way. I just want to be real eased from these shackles that keeps me from my destiny, to finally fill in the gap of my heart like a puzzle piece. To see generations prosper someday, because of the example we displayed every single day.

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

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

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

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

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

Falling from the reaches of the stars,
Never knowing how far it goes.Through endless space, alone without you,When I am with you I am as warm as the sun.When I am with you I become a stronger person without fear, Through whatever life throws at us, I know we can face it head on.Me and you together through thick and thin, With you I am whole, I have something in my life that I look forward to seeing and being with! With you! Me & U! Together till the end! Becoming like distant stars roaming throughout the solar system, as long as I'm with you I know things will be good.

what are we to become if nothing at all, what will it feel like to truly fall? to be free from it all, what will be our last call? That last breath, on the verge of going over the edge, into who know's what? For the time is coming upon us, will be ready? The end of the world, the fire and plagues, will we ever be the same. The circle of life stopping, what will happen than. Is life a paradox,or an oxymoron, or is there more to it. Will we make it through it?  these are the questions people have and may never get the answers too, these are the things that even make Steven King shiver.

Guns pointed at my head, freedom is dead! Violence happening everywhere, clouds of despair form over my head. World's collide into each other, got an addiction to lie's instead of looking at the facts. Fade to black, our brains have been hacked, they've been cracked, the dreams and goals we once had, we won't get back. Left to fill out our worthless life's with monotonous crap, can we take a nap, because becoming alice wasn't in my job description.  Mad people wearing hats, cats that disappear, white rabbits, I thought fairytales were fiction? Yet here I am, so high, I think i'm peter pan, free falling and flying in this messed up land. Inception is all I know, am I even awake at all, because ever thing used to look so amazing like Niagara falls, but now everything stings, it's like my eyes are full of sand. Has the world finally lost it, or have I?

This the doom patrol,
If you know, you know.
Might be your friend,
Might be your foe.
It all depends,
Whether or not we,
Busting down your door!

It seems some things,
Don’t always add up.
Not even bugs bunny,
Knows what’s up doc.
Fiends distributing zyglon b,
In the hood through lean cups,
Think I’ve seen enough.
Every day another drive by,
Don’t be a wise guy,
Or you’ll end up a dead guy.
Just another food for fodder,
Capitalism at this point should be called,
Sergeant Slaughter.
Quick better hashtag that ****,
Thoughts and prayers without actions.
Can’t stop the madness.
Literally doing the white cops job for them,
Oh **** he went there,
I had to, because it’s still a ******* problem.
Life may not be fair,
But I refuse to be seen as a goblin.
That needs to be slain in order,
To maintain privilege and superiority.
But I refuse to be ashamed of being a minority.
Orderly, orderly we got a run away.
Better andale, andale,
I’m may not be a Mexican,
But I am treated like a chupacabra, ese.
I just don’t comprehende,
El gobeirno es muy demente.
Bunch of el pollo locos,
Puede chupar mi pene.
I’m a human ******* being,
That demands to be respected accordingly.
Before I shove my boot through you anally.

This the doom patrol,
If you know, you know.
Might be your friend,
Might be your foe.
It all depends,
Whether or not we,
Busting down your door!

Boy you mad bruh?
Of my gift of gab son?
Go buy yourself a ******.
Cause you be cramping,
My ******* style.
That is so versatile,
I’m like a ******* lyrical crocodile,
Just chomping at the bit,
Yawl ******* make sick,
If we cannot coexist,
Guess I got no choice,
But to bust out my extended clip,
As you already perceive me as violent,
Trying to keep me all quiet,
But my glock is the only thing,
That’ll ever be on silent!
For I’m ******* tired,
It’s about time we rewire,
This ******* system,
Where a division,
Based on racist traditions,
Either kills what they determine as problems,
Or just lock us up in prisons.
I said it once but imma say it again,
**** the system!
That looks at resistance as terrorism.
If only they’d listen,
To the wisdom,
Instead of tear gassing demonstrations.
Trying to ***** out the light,
To Doctor Kings dreams and visions.
But we won’t let that happen.
As long as we have the breath to keep fighting!

This the doom patrol,
If you know, you know.
Might be your friend,
Might be your foe.
It all depends,
Whether or not we,
Busting down your door!

To old to make much of a difference, To young to understand life's significance. To tired to awaken to my surroundings, To stressed to appreciate everything that is around me. To under appreciated by my colleagues, To determined to become just another person that has succumbed to being melon cully.  To over worked to see my good work, To entitled to enjoy all my perks. To needy for approval, To prideful to go back to faith and get a revival. To many things to do or to say, that I can no longer see that I have lost my way. Too much thoughts seep into my head, am I truly alive or am I just the walking dead.

Needle, wipe, pressure, were losing him. Come on ******. Come back to us. (Monitor beeping then ends). No! Nurse start CPR.  The world needs him even if they don't know it or want it! Welcome to the procedure, Classy J natural born leader, designed for a purpose from the ultimate creator. Don't care about any haters; I love chilling in the swamp with all these alligators. Words are just that, not going to leave me depressed knocked down on the mat. Ready to bat, not going to be trapped, I'll just continue to rap, no matter what, won't let negativity back into my heart. I will not go back to the start, for I am smart, going to make it those top 100 charts. So take me as I am or not, rot or stay fresh, born again man, I am no longer a mess, making sure I save my cash. You can try and diagnose me or try to expose me, but you will never hose me down, leave it all on the tombstone, I will make sure my name will be renowned. Fate by design, I might just see you around, my rap will never be shut down.  This is the Procedure, I am alive like Frankenstein’s creature, hit you like a seizure, not here to tease yer, I here to help you become a dreamer. Don't fear the reaper, for life is just a long detour, so really why care about meaningless things like your demeanor or figure. Shot of morphine, shot of codeine, to forget all your worries, or you deal with it in a hurry. Addictions come in many shapes and sizes; we all fake, putting on masks, running around life like it was derived of infinite mazes. Everyone goes through different stages, addiction can leave you stuck and locked in like your trapped in infinite cages. So crazy how fast age goes, got to keep myself composed, I propose that we don't oppose this life, for it will only leave us sad in the shadows. This is the procedure; I realize that this life needs a cure, try looking in the mirror, for I believe anyone's heart has the ability to again be pure.

Terminator ****
Gat caused tragedy, what a gat tastrophy.
Dangerous suspect, got to escape before I end up in quarantine.
Especially with Rats at my back, who are packing heat and coming after me.
But I ain’t fazed because I’m blazed and sipping lean.
Ya want the bad guy?
Then come after me?
Tony Montana ****.
Leave ya scarfaced when ya mess with me.
Say hello to my little friend, then hasta lavesta baby!
Boom!
Drop down a flight of stairs and ended up in the living room.
Eating Oreos with some blue milk, dipping them in one by one with my purple spoon.
Feeding my program like I’m Ed boon.
Ya might not understand now but you will soon.
For quarrels are like an art of war, sun tzu!
Pass me some tissue paper, ha chu!
Bless you!
Thank you!
Man manners mean even monsters know morals matter.
For in this day and age finding decent human beings is like trying to find dark matter.
Just remember boy! All lives matter.
And it shouldn’t matter what factors have become detractors.
It’s your responsibility to overcome these trivial matters!
Or stay fielded rooted in foolishness until your run over by your own tractor.
For anger and revenge will only leave you the real loser.
So, forgive and move forward.
Look towards a safer future by becoming the hero you need to be like John Connor.
I know it’s hard but you gotta take the reigns like a Roman and make this your yard!
Also remember that everyone is scarred and have faced different but also difficult junkyards.
You just gotta take risks to reap rewards.
So, Set goals toward your dreams and if you try I believe that your dream can become secured.

As soon as I talk about ***,
They slap a label of explicitly,
Yet *** is a natural beauty,
That has been distorted as raunchy,
A taboo subject that is nasty,
Yet has created you and me.
So, sorry not sorry.
Imma discuss about it G.
So, check it.
My girl wetter than a tsunami,
Wanting my pastrami,
Which works for me,
Because I’m hungry for her cookie,
So, ***** where *** and food,
Becomes a imbued deli.
Carnal creatures popping off their cherries.
******* on my jerky like it was bubble tea.
As I’m munching on her nectarine.
A embrace more savoury,
Than a crispy cream.
Taking it to the shower,
Because I like it when her buns are steamed.
I treat my girl like a Queen,
She is more than her body.
I know saying this, isn’t mainstream.
But it’s important to dig in to it,
Like it’s a bowl of vermicelli.
My girls compassion is sweeter than ice cream.
And her laugh bounces like jelly.
She is a powerful force that some men might find scary.
But I personally find it ****,
Because she completes me.
Where I lack she helps me.
When I cry she comforts me.
The only one who understands the real me.
She imbues the deli of my soul,
And keeps me grounded like gravity.

The darkness inside all us creeps in
Seeping into our souls darkening it ever so darker
Foul, with rotten stench so intense
How fast it takes hold, how long before it lets go
How long will this torment stop attacking me
How I long for the light which renews my sight
How I long to not have any fright cause I know that with the light I am alright
How long till I have peace, how long will it be till I have rest
But for now I am stuck into the darkness searching for my hope
But for now I am searching for courage
But for now I am searching for the light to bring me to life

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

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

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