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.

Looking left, right, down but not looking up, no love remains in me, no love from anybody around me. No love, high to low, heart is destroyed and i'm just wondering what i'm supposed to do now. No love, no peace, can't sleep, paid for opening up, it's just another day which i drink down in my red cup. Just a wreck, slit at the neck, yesterday I was great, but today I wondering what the heck? No love, alone, i'm just stuck again, every time I build myself up I seem to fall like rome, and I am not sure if i'll ever find love again.

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

Done in, evil and I had a run-in, man the devil got me running. Bad turns sad, why does this always happen to this innocent lad. I guess there is just no escape, destruction is imminent, covered up by red tape. Isosceles triangle, if you don't see what I see, you looking at it from the wrong angle. It's true, sorry that I won't be what you all wanted me to be, it's in my nature to wanting to be free. Get out, can't stay in, shut me out all you want, I don't care because I'm leaving. Oh what a difference it is to be out, sorry if it stings like a cut, but I told you before that I wanted out. Thought there was no escape didn't you, but I sought it out and created a coup before you even had a clue. Once locked in literally and metaphorically, had fun with that dance but I'm normal now because of all that psychology. Better run, because now it's your turn to burn, get out the tranquilizer gun, got a lesson to be learned.

Society is strung together,
Where violins can become violence.
So, if atoms transform at the molecular,
How do environments,
Transform humans into predators?
It’s as if they’ve been injected with a virus,
Constructed by Reaganomics,
Where many be…
Growing up without fathers,
While having a education system, with no reliance.
So, can’t be shocked by the defiance of a brother.
Raised by a single mother, who may be as loving as a giant.
By can’t save him when a police officer,
Shoots him dead for “apparent” non-compliance.
****.
It reminds me,
Of how they be defiling us,
Lines divide, while dead bodies become boundaries.
In the land of the free,
Where they forgot about us.
Except when we take a knee in solidarity.
Even though they may not be Indigenous.
Our lives matter *****!
You just mad because you can no longer **** with us!

In God we trust? (Yeah)
Are sure it’s not the Devil?
North America is built on lust,
And martyrs bones,
Don’t believe get a shovel!

In God we trust? (Yeah)
Are sure it’s not the Devil?
North America is built on lust,
And martyrs bones,
Don’t believe get a shovel!

Can’t believe I live in a society,
Where MMIW issues are treated with silence.
Where private property,
Was originally a luxury for settlers that betrayed us.
Like every other country now in poverty,
Just ask Africa or Mexico,
They’ll tell you it was no buenas.
Our economy is only in prosperity,
Because of actions that were truly heinous.
For minorities.
Because instead of promises,
We were sold lies,
While they were selling lives;
How advantageous.
Instead of promises,
Truth became compromised,
And colour became a crime,
Literally becoming worse than Judas!
Sending children off to slaughter schools,
And parents had no time to say goodbye.
Treating us worse than abused mules.
Watching as they milk these lands dry.
With one question left lingering…
As to Why?

In God we trust? (Yeah)
Are sure it’s not the Devil?
North America is built on lust,
And martyrs bones,
Don’t believe get a shovel!

In God we trust? (Yeah)
Are sure it’s not the Devil?
North America is built on lust,
And martyrs bones,
Don’t believe get a shovel!

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

Mowing down competition like I a Gatling gun, got des fools on deh run.
Do this **** for fun, and I'm big and I love puns.
Name sadly already taken, oh well My names good and Nonetheless I be grappling these hooks hoping I don't reel in the kraken.  
I be cracking yawl up all night,  so what if we slack off a bit it's ok for we need to relax some nights.
Long days with strong or weak power plays, and days were emotions run a muck and life doesn't conform to our ways.
Rattling the war drums, rebelling because we tired of eating measly crumbs.
Get out the Gatling gun for its open season, time to teach these ***** a lesson.
Realize recognition and watch out for false perception in your cognition.
For eyes can lie so be wary and skeptical and never take bribes.
Real recognize real, if I ever fake myself again I’ll probably take a cyanide pill.
If I ever conform I would probably chug some chloroform.
If I ever cheat on my girl for some other *****, instead of dealing with the aftermath I’d probably drink some bleach. Go on a milk run and try to avoid the Gatling gun.
What the ****, why the ****, who the ****, where the ****, how the ****.
Get out the equalizer and go klick klick bang, the ting go gaa gaa blang.
Hit them wit de gat, swing it like it were a bat.
Floor ya to the mat, be like de earth cause you’ll go flat.
What ya tink aboot dat, mess wit de hammer yawl go splat.
Uh for real, de gun I gotta conceal, so don’t get all hasty man ******* chill. Macaroni, alimony, melancholy kinda funny once ya know de story.
Rain drop stained mop, living in de hood like what up my glip glops.
Going spaced out like I’m in a space ship, took some lcd recently that’s what I call a space trip.
It’s just basic rocket science and don’t mind me if I’m not compliant your highness.
I’m the finest with bars riddled with finesse, it’s like a Gatling gun putting bullets to thee chest.
Hold up shut the **** up, pause while a chug some lean from a big red cup.
Not for the weak minded, got gats for poor sneaky blinded folk cause ya got to keep it 100.
What the fickle popsicle gotta giggle for I’m not just a rickle in time for not just anyone can turn themselves into a pickle. Riggety recked, got out the Gatling gun so best hit the deck.
When I plan to paint this town.
Because I don’t **** with clowns.

Like a bird on a tree,
You know me.
Like a life ahead of me,
A life I do not know.
Knowing is a gift,
A gift of knowledge.
Like a bee to a flower,
You know me,
Like sweet lullabies that rocks us to sleep,
Counting the sheep’s, protecting our keep.
Climbing treacherous peaks, and overcoming defeats.
Every adversity we face is a gift,
A gift of knowledge.
Like a lost soul in the wilderness.
You don’t everything about me.
For lie’s course out of fear that you won’t always love me!
It’s like I got a split personality.
So sorry for all the complexity baby.
And Please just be patient with me ok?
For my head at times reaps with insecurity!
That at times be dipping into others privacy.
Which then leads to publicly stating apologies for ones acts of indecencies.
And I can’t bear to wreck another family!
For knowledge may be a gift but sometimes I wish it would skip over me!
Oooohhh! Ohhh!
The tree of knowledge,
A taste so bitter sweet!
The tree of knowledge,
Got me feeling so obsolete.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ohh why!
Did ya have to be so so beautifully deceiving!
Maybe people are right when they say it’s better!
So much better!
To not be aware!
To not give a care!
Ohhh! Baby, Knowing is half the battle!
Yeah!
Knowledge is a devious fellow!
And we all get caught up in it’s enticing wind like some rose pedals.
Pedals that fiddle and flicker dropping quicker and quicker.
Till it ripples into the ocean lingering till silence befalls all.
Where love draws like a bow and quiver that has struck my heart and I fall.
Fall into this dream called love.
Where knowledge becomes nothing but a faded memory.
Guess that’s why common sense becomes a mystery.
For love got us thinking unconsciously.

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

Deceived cat,
That once was a thieving rat,
Who doesn’t have time for chit chat,
Where dreams are for aristocrats,
For they create the format.
That determines what is facts.
And the fact of the matter was,
He was a **** cat,
That was walked all over, like a doormat.
Don’t they see that it’s hard to be mortal,
When all ya see is combat?
Where violence becomes ones habitat.
So, to survive; better get a Gat.
Rat-ta-tat-tat.
Get put into a jail,
Otherwise known as a trap.
But it’s just,
Part of the intergenerational impact.
Where the only autographs,
Are evil contracts.
That take lives, land and fat stacks.
Leaving one stranded as outcasts.
It’s a wonder how one can last.
With such a gap that contrasts,
The disparity between race and class.

Can’t get no reprieve,
Systems got us on our knees,
Can’t get no reprieve,
Or time to breathe.

No siree!

Can’t get no reprieve,
Systems got us on our knees,
Can’t get no reprieve,
Or time to breathe.

No siree!

Going out like Kaepernick!
**** the established!
That be establishing,
Us as side chicks.
Like we something to **** with!
I don’t know about you?
But I refuse to submit.
This **** is ridiculous!
We are not instruments!
Bet your *** we mean business.
Ever since Genesis.
Where eating apples is sinfulness.
Because humans can’t help,
But to be like Icarus.
Inching closer to the precipice.
Where history becomes a Boulder,
And we become Sisyphus!
For we are refusing to notice the elephant.
Pretending it’s not relevant.
To the establishments.
Which is very negligent.
For it’s an important ingredient.
As they are the ones dealing out punishments.
Or immoral experiments.
To who they deem as deviant.

Can’t get no reprieve,
Systems got us on our knees,
Can’t get no reprieve,
Or time to breathe.

No siree!

Can’t get no reprieve,
Systems got us on our knees,
Can’t get no reprieve,
Or time to breathe.

No siree!

Pass me that ****,
I don’t even smoke,
I just need me some hope,
Because I’m depressed,
Yet it’s treated as a joke.
Wondering when,
I’ll be like Georgie’s boat.
Cause I don’t know,
How much longer I can float?
But I’m trying my best,
To find ways to cope.
Even when I be,
Confusing my father with a ghost.
Who knew trauma,
Was like walking a tight rope!
And because I hate drama,
I follow my usual tropes.
By slipping away just like soap.
Never addressing the problems,
That has lead me down, these treacherous slopes.
Not sure where I’m supposed to go now.
All I know is that I’m going down.
And the inner walls, can’t protect me now.
With the bottled up emotions spilling out.
But unlike a Jordan Peele movie,
I don’t want this to Get Out.
Because it may damage the relationship,
That I’ve fought to have now.
However, my dads alcoholism is out of control now!
And I no longer feel safe within his home now.
It’s no wonder that my mental health is waning!
I suppose it’s crazy.
Wishing for a father that was healthy.
Such a sentimental fantasy.
When in actuality,
He blames my mother,
Even though he was the absentee.
And it was up to me,
To pick up the pieces,
Of my heart, that you left for me.
And growing up to be,
A man that you could never be.

Hook:
I’ve decided that, I won’t put up,
With the *******.
Of the narrow minded.
To high on their pulpit.
To see the trauma, I be trying to cope with.
(Yeah)

For I know my worth!
Cause imma resilient child,
That fought to live ever since birth.
An infant chiseled from earth,
Knowing that changes might hurt,
But if I never start.
I’ll never go,
For every high, there are lows.
Just how it goes.
That’s what I’m told.
Gotta be like Batman,
By being brave and bold.
In order to juxtapose,
Being exposed to the decomposed.
That life may hold.
Even if it might be,
A ******* lightning bolt.
Whatever the pain may be,
I’ll never give up hope.
Just got to reframe,
The toxins into antidotes.
Call that the anecdote,
Of these rhymes I done wrote.

Hook:
I’ve decided that, I won’t put up,
With the *******.
Of the narrow minded.
To high on their pulpit.
To see the trauma, I be trying to cope with.
(Yeah)
I won’t put up! No I won’t put up!
Nor will I give up! Never gonna give up!
Layed down too long,
And it’s about time I got up.
Been sleep walking too long,
So, it’s about time I woke up!

Reese’s pieces scattered on the floor,
Different species like E.T but yet I’m deemed a predator.
Got the heart like a triceratops but looked at as a raptor to the cops.
Population drops; more like population control.
Darkened representation that be invading normative rules.
Starving depression that gets sliced open like a c-section.
All based on first impressions, all based on racist predispositions.
I say Watson this **** sure locks us in a precarious position?
No wonder the majority of minority’s are in prison!
Which then makes me wonder about authority and how it’s chosen?
For I don’t see the wisdom?
And in this rigged prism based elections,
I wonder why there hasn’t been any correction?
Maybe there is a conspiracy correlation,
That believes coloured folk are the ones that need correction.
Making coats with our lost kin,
Then rationalizing the destruction of seven generations.
Which then brews hatred that kills any validation.
Then to take matters worse they took our blood for their ink quill to write on the constitution.
Which is an intrusion on our human rights son!
Man whiteness is such an infection,
That gets injected into everything and everyone. **** what a great invention.
Investing into slavery, genocide, drugs, and prostitution.
Country build from the bones of primitives,
Man I haven’t seen such a betrayal since Samson feel victim to seduction!
I get it everyone got a hierarchy of needs like they Maslow!
And as the cash flows like riddles, snitches start packing so I got no time to fiddle.
For guns are more popular than instruments, and that was so instrumental in me being jailed by these corrupt governments!
**** the establishment!
For they think they subtle trying to fiddle with the actual documents.
Thinking only one fib will do,
Then the next thing ya know,
that one gets turned into two-thousand twenty two!
Telling us to respect the rules they broke,
Getting tangled up like fools yet we say there ain’t no strings on me!
Where’s Shakespeare because that’s quite an ironically sad tragedy!
**** these institutionalized structures where the rich slip through the cracks.
Where the one’s in poverty get sacked!
Where the blues spread from the use of a sax, where jazz shattered the glass!
Then rap took the mantle to disperse the facts, for being shackled impacts like income tax.
And I don’t know about you but I’m not ok with scraps, or getting the strap!
For slavery is the back bone of this country, yet whites try to subtract this dark history.
Time to pay up for I’m not ok with just a sorry!
Sorry if I lack classiness,
Sorry if you can’t handle my savageness!
But in a land of supposed progress?
It doesn’t seem like a success!
For this slow process feels like a tightrope or game of chess.
Feeling so frustrated and aggravated,
Wondering whether to do a peaceful or violent protest?
Who cares if we are emancipated,
When society is constipated!
Why do we have to make this so complicated?
Do we have to start resorting to stripping and going down on our knees like king David?
Do we continue being ok with being domesticated?
Can we be rehabilitated when the actions of our past was premeditated?
Idk man all I know is that’s just the way I see it

It’s laughable how mental these cubs,
Think they so admiral,
But even experts can be fallible.
Unaware how like metal,
When heat increases it can bend ones potential.
Wonder what will be the limit,
That boils over the kettle?
Everyone thinks they Mufasa,
Till ones scars, leaves them empty vessels.
For hot air can’t always push the needle.
And words without actions are plain out feeble.
Thinking your revolutionary like Nathan Hale,
But actually your more like Jack and Jill.
Thinking once you climb that hill,
You’ll find heaven, but end up falling to hell.
A juxtaposition between fairing well and farewell.
Didn’t anyone tell you?
That pride doesn’t end well?

Pride is a slippery slide.
That pulls ya in like a rip tide.
Kings fall thinking they God.
For all human beings are flawed.

Pride is a suicide.
Yet temps like a snakes eyes.
But don’t be deceived by the facade.
For devil horns pierce, like bullets from a firing squad.

Not everything can be Hakuna Matata,
When faced against an armada.
For goodness sakes,
With these hoodlum fakes,
Acting like they chupacabras.
Don’t make me laugh you tontas.
For most of yawl are suckas,
Falling for schemes like duck dodgers.
Trying to build a posse to get stronger,
But are really,
Gathering bodies just to dig graves,
Whose names are taken like slaves,
Subservient to their corporate masters.
Unaware that freedom,
Only comes to dumb rich *******.
That be,
Feasting on innocents like they Alucard.
Till the moneys gone.
And the damage cannot be undone.
After all…

Pride is a slippery slide.
That pulls ya in like a rip tide.
Kings fall thinking they God.
For all human beings are flawed.

Pride is a suicide.
Yet temps like a snakes eyes.
But don’t be deceived by the facade.
For devil horns pierce, like bullets from a firing squad.

what if I fall, will I lose it all, could I get back up? What if I crash will I remember who I was, I don't want to fail, I don't want to disappoint those who look up to me. Why can't I be good, why can't I be true. When will I stop faking myself, who am I, if nothing at all. Fear is a terrorizer, that leaves me cold and paranoid. Lost in adversity, travelling down the rabbit hole deeper and deeper. So caught up in technology, so lost in this deceiving society. Need to get back to where I used to be, go back to the real me, back to when I was on fire for the holy king. Yeah I am never truly lost, for what lies in the heart will be found. No matter how far you try to trap it down within yourself. Yeah lost then found, safe and sound, never been better than how I am right now Yeah lost then found, was wounded now I am healed with God's holy power. I am a leader in the army, with his help I will never be taken down. Lost then found, trapped then released by your holy grace, for I may be weak but you are strong.

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

I’m tired of being docile,
I’m just tired from trying to be a decent role model,
As I’m shopping down these Walmart aisles,
With staff circling me like some ******* eels,
Thinking imma steal,
Asking for my receipt as I leave,
Putting they arms on my sleeve,
When I say no,
Because they have no right to check me homie,
Unless they have reason to believe,
That I’m a thieving liar,
But that ain’t me G.
But now you’ve unleashed my fire.
So, some body call the town choir,
Because somebody is about to be fired!
And some of yawl be saying,
But what can I do about racial profiling?
That has undermining and marginalizing,
Anyone that doesn’t conform to white priorities?
Which is ******* silly.
Oh, you don’t like me spitting these facts, sue me.
Truly, this is appalling,
But, most of yawl already stopped listening,
Isn’t it fitting?
In a land of opportunity,
One wrong step, the white cop gonna shoot me.
Arresting me for driving while ethnic,
Didn’t your mother teach you ethics?
When did our world become so pathetic?
Giving people like me smaller portions to live with,
While at the same time telling me to get over it!
I’m so sick and tired of this ****!
Man, I just can no longer stand it!
Getting questioned every time I step out of my **** house,
Man, that tragic.
And it isn’t just Walmart,
Or the cops,
It is this whole **** society,
Institutionalized to give the white kid a lollipop.
Man, **** Walmart,
And the cops,
**** this whole **** society,
For continuing to give marginalized people like me a sucker punch!

Sticking to my gut feeling
Swearing to myself that this is only a friendly greeting,
But when I see those blues eyes.
Darling I can’t help but fall in love.

But I gotta bide my time.
For right now you’re with another guy.
Wondering why? Why do you love him?
And why can’t you love me?
Don’t you see that’s he is no good for you darling?
Don’t you see he’s just using you?
And it doesn’t help when I see you,
I also see your bruises!

I know you try to hide it.
But makeup can’t mask it all.
Which makes me want to hurt him.
But you always go on defending him?
And I just can’t understand?
And I just can’t stand to see you cry anymore.

Sticking to my gut feeling
Swearing to myself that this is only a friendly greeting,
But when I see those blues eyes.
Darling I can’t help but fall in love.
But I got to bide my time.
Lord give a me a sign.
Or give you the courage to leave this guy.
But next thing that I knew.
That last time I’d see you was at your grave site.

So much for my biding my time.
If only I could have a rewind.
I could make things right.
And as I’m Sitting in the rain.
I’m Wishing I could once again hold you tightly once again.
Till we meet again my dear friend.

Verse 1:
Spending a million days chilling like a baller, but I’m still a bachelor,
I’m the master *****, the funk villian,
Killing these ill feelings, like a *******.
Call me Captain Picard, galaxy speeding.
Bumping to tunes, in my Lincoln Navigator.
Living fate with taro cards, ***** bussing.
Cussing out haters, phonies is paper weight.
Knock ‘em out, let me demonstrate.

Verse 2:
Demonstrating, how to knock ‘em out,
These paperweight phonies, and haters imma cuss em out.
Buss em ****, using taro cards, living out fate,
Navigating while linking my tunes, to start bumping.
Speeding through galaxies, like Captain Picard.
I’m a *******, feelings so ill I could ****.
Got that villain funk, ******* call me master.
Balling like a bachelor, just chilling each day spending millions.

Verse 3:
Game has changed, so has the times.
Instead of writing rhymes, peoples is snorting em.
Deranged turn coats full of phlegm.
Instead of pronouncing vowels, they’s mumbling.
Music has become the chum bucket,
With occasional golden gems.
Shout out Denzel, Joey, Johnson, kaan, and Williams.
And I’ll be ****** like a John ham mad man,
If I start shooting up drugs and end up in neverland.
Flying, off the handle, like a dysfunctional Peter Pan.

Verse 4:
I’ve seen dysfunctional Peter’s, plan not pan out,
So, many times they’s handles have fallen off.
Going off to neverland, because them drugs shoot ‘em up.
**** man these kids madder than John Ham.
Why can’t they be more creative like, Williams, kaan, Johnson, Joey, and Denzel man?
I guess not every gems golden,
Like expecting a bucket of chum producing good music.
With many mumbling vowels, bet they can’t even pronounce phlegm.
Fulls coats turned red, feel betrayed, because the sounds turned deranged.
With rappers snorting lines, instead of writing them.
I guess the times has changed, and I guess so too must the game.

Verse 5:
Asked to choose between a beemer, Benz, or Bentley.
All the same when I’m drinking henny on the highway.
Swerving on them fools, than repent on Sunday.
Attempting not to catch a fine, at least till payday.
Spiralling downhill, mayday mayday.
Declining like the popularity of Spyro.
My internal plains a pyro, La lumbre, lumbre.
Think I need a vk, chilling in the jungle with dk.

Verse 6:
Go bananas in the jungle like Dk,
Just swinging, chilling, relaxing like it’s a vk.
Dancing with La lumbre, lumbre,
No fly zone during the eternal pyro.
**** popularity, imma burn down this ***** like I’m Spyro.
Imma never decline someone screaming, mayday, mayday.
If I did I know that would be a downhill spiral.
Where payday just another day,
But I pretend things are fine,
Attempting smiles, whilst receiving a sundae.
Only fools repent, can’t swerve me compadre.
Doing things my way,
Getting drunk and high,
Addictions are all the same.
Numbing the pain, by paying for fancy cars like Bentley’s, Benz’s, and beemers.
Because to choose between would be insane.

Expressive as onomatopoeia,
Come in with that boom, bang, clash.
That assalamualakum ****.
A dismissive villain with mad ideas,
Make these bad divas act up like Madea.
Rebel and find out *****!
When I lay this piece upon ya sis!
Nobody ruthless as this!
So dark and faceless, ya would think…
I was made in the abyss.
Made something out nothing,
Big bang up in this!
I sustain, pull the clip.
Like Rick James, I’m the ****!
Cold blooded, **** the simp.
Yes I made it, I admit!

Coked out chollos,
Cringe when I hear em say yolo,
Sirens ring out,
Uh oh here come the popo,
The supposed superheroes,
That is till they be tempted by dinero,
Eating out the hands of monsters,
Whose the real bad guy? Al Pacino.
Want protection pay the mobsters.
Wondering the difference between that and our tax dollars?
Don’t kid yourself brother!
Politicians are the real Godfathers!
Where God is replaced by the almighty dollar.
That could turn a scholar,
To a Rottweiler.
A sharped dressed deviant that wears a white collar,
But instead of being arrested they are honoured.
Left feeling sick to my stomach,
Watching this union between cops and robbers.

Living in a reality where dark knights get annihilated.
Matched the profile,
So, better prepare to be violated!
Don’t matter if all your life you’ve been docile.
That **** don’t matter when it comes to hatred!
Where tragedies like the green mile,
Happen every other day!
Justice is dead,
If it ever really lived in the first place!

Things aren't making sense, seeing demons raking out people brains, final bell rings , I feel like the kid from the 6th sense. Sorry if I seem tense, I'm kind of jumpy lately, wanting to leap over the other fence,because my hope is running on empty. End times, what the hell literally, why didn't we see the signs? Probably because we were blinded by the devils trickery. Verily I pray for thee, God please help me, I'm trembling, oh my is this the end for us? Weird tidings, strange sounds, engulfed in this now,  while depression is pulling me down closer to the ground.

Look at that fig tree, bittery, bittery.
Branching over to the evergreen, evergreen.
What is meant for me?
What is meant for thee?

Wanting everything that comes my way!
But I just don’t have enough hands to carry all these things!
Materials, Materials I long for stuff to keep me happy.
But nothing will ever taste as good as the fruit off that fig tree.
Bittery, ever so bittery!

Maybe it was all just a fable.
Or like riddles about cat’s and cradles.
Father fruit was also so biter to me.

Rotting flesh, pungent taste sours and reflects my feelings.
Wrinkle in time turns fresh vibrant fruit into dust.
One by one we all fall!

Falling like that once fresh fruit that plopped on the ground.
Turning dark and deathly from offence.
Unresolved hate that constantly puts us on the defense.

Till all the stress bursts like a valve from our hearts.
Lying in a pool of blood all alone.
Looking up once again at that fig tree.
Realizing I’m really looking at me.
If only I wasn’t so bitter over what was done to me!

All heroes ain’t super,
To be a villain is easy,
All ya haves to do is give heathens the big bird,
Like ya was Mr.hooper
Plus ya get way more dinero, can sit back and puffs the reefy.
Why help the needy?
Survival of the fittest, ain’t gots time to be a goofy goober.
What can I say entrepreneurs are greedy!
So, come on pass the hookah, it’s been a long day.
And Pour some malice intent through the flask,
Enough to upset buddha or one’s bay.
Cause I wokes up with a hooka in a room filled with ashtrays.
When I was s’post to go to the preacha man’s house on Sunday.

What can I say? I think villains got it easy in this day and age!
In a world where…
Good guys receive so much disdain.
What can I say? Victim mentality is ingrained.
That’s why villains got it easy in this day and age.

Heroes philosophy otherwise known as a Villains dichotomy.
Write ******* wherever you end up burying me.
Truth be told, I know one day they’ll silence me.
Cause I don’t fit the mold of ignorance and complacency.
Too many aloof in reality, sold to a narrative of victim mentality.
Where Blaming the Herero white man is top priority.
That ain’t woke, it’s discrimination policy.
But apparently ya can’t be racist to the honkies.
At least that’s what the Karen professors tell me.
The inconvenient Indian challenging their privilege and authority.
Ain’t **** changed, we just accepted a different extremist philosophy.
That will become the death of democracy.

What can I say? I think villains got it easy in this day and age!
In a world where…
Good guys receive so much disdain.
What can I say? Victim mentality is ingrained.
That’s why villains got it easy in this day and age.

In order for better days,
One gotta know how to deal with rain.
Gotta find the beauty within the pain.
Life’s a puzzle,
Gotta work together, to come up with better ways.
In order to continue having better days.

Thinking bout better days,
While sipping lemonade,
As the sunset serenades,
Feeling fabulous like a free bird,
Call me Michael Hayes.
If haters is yapping,
They bout catch a fade.
Life’s full of ups and downs,
So, ya gotta know how,
To surf them waves.
For the devil be lurking,
Ready to ruin your day.
So, I pray to the father.
For protection everyday.
Because I know if I don’t,
It will marinate.
Within my mind.
And keep me blind.
Trapped within the confines.
Of the lies stated by those that chastised.
And undermined my identity.
Lies that became truths.
That poisoned my security.
That for years I believed had no remedy.
Leashed to the black dog,
That was slowly killing me.
Because I lost sight of the real me.
They say we are who we choose to be,
But I don’t fully agree.
Especially when many with power and privilege,
Never have to face the same disparities.
As those within the minority.
But I also believe,
We have a responsibility.
To ourselves and our communities.
To stop the cycles of toxicity.

In order for better days,
One gotta know how to deal with rain.
Gotta find the beauty within the pain.
Life’s a puzzle,
Gotta work together, to come up with better ways.
In order to continue having better days.

Tears in the rain.
Some soaked in joy.
Some soaked in pain.
Tears the symbol of existence.
No use resisting.
Whatever the situation.
Tears are what makes us human.
Some see it as weakness.
Some see it as courageous.
An experience unlike any other.
Whether it be fear.
Whether it be spite.
If it gives one the will to fight.
Then let it rain.
In every way let it rain.
Don’t be a slave to your shame.
With life, must there be death standing right beside?
War?
Hatred?
Rage?
If tears heal.
Why can’t we survive?
If tears heal.
Then why do I always feel so torn up inside?
Hiding these tears.
In the rain.
Hiding my pain.
Am I insane?
To feel these things?
Am I insane?
To feel this sting?
The thing that distinguishes me and you as human.
My flesh can be so weak.
Things can go from bright to bleak.
Pretty quick.
Am I sick?
For crying in this rain?
Am I sick?
If these tears never go away?
For what it’s worth.
Like a movie.
We must see it through.
When the reaper comes for you.
Don’t be afraid.
Reach out your hand.
For time will eventually stop for all of man.
When memories fade.
And your tears of rain,
Become wisps of sand.
From dirt we started.
And to dirt we end.

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

Walking in the rain,
Trenched to my bones.
Barren as that day.
The day you left me.

Drowning in my tears,
With our house, no longer my home.
Blank as that day.
The day you left me.

You were the paintbrush to my canvas,
The light in the dark,
So, as I walk in this tearful rain.
I wonder if you are also in pain.
The day I laid with another.

Wish I could soak up this mess.
Guess I was the one who left you to drown,
In this tearful rain.
Barren as that day.
I cheated on you.

Drowning in your tears,
With a house, empty as your heart.
Stained as that day.
The day I betrayed you.

When I say I'm a dope I mean that when I take dopamine to the brain.
I function differently but that doesn't mean I'm stupid,
like those who sip the lean.
Imma put a stir up on them when i take my serotonin.
Go in like a ronin, cause of the increase of these endorphins.
When I feel the sky in my hands I forget about my depression.
But tik tok boom I'm back in my suicidal feelings.
I feel like dynamite, so to diffuse please pass me the anandamide.
So many chemical mixtures I could become a superhero,
but to fix my uncontrollable urges I need the dinero.
So, maybe I'm really the super villain...
just a victim that gets defeated easier than krillan.
Heads up in the ceiling, feeling highs and lows, but I suppose...
I better put on a good suit of Armour like Gurren Lagann.
For I'm just a mortal in this kombat...
yet sometimes I try to act godly as if I'm Raiden.
Maybe it's just the after effects of a culture shock from society,
but who do they think they are Chris Sabin?
Don't know what route to be in,
for i'm rudimentarily flawed as a human.
Every day's like a Cuban missile crisis,
for this Cold War situation is like addicts on withdrawal...
because everyone becomes so **** suspicious.
I just want three **** wishes!
Most of them would be to get out of these messes.
Though it all boils down to what I decide is more precious!

I delight in weaknesses,
in insults,
in hardships,
in persecutions,
in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong

Thought I could do this alone,
But my pride made me prone.
I feel torn,
I feel worn,
Addiction attached to my mind,
Like a crown of thorns.
Got me numb and resisting those who are kind.
Limitations of the stubborn,
Deny the sunscreen, but gets surprised with the sun burn.
Locked in a prison,
Yet I was the one that walked in.
Couldn’t get enough of the ecstasy,
As I needed an excuse to continue,
Playing the victim.
What can I say?
Conformity got to be comfortable.
Is it possible to choose to be a slave?
A question that leaves a majority uncomfortable.


Chorus:
I gotta get out, gotta break free, from the sinkhole that be trying to swallow me.
The past tries to grip, tries to make me slip.
But I gotta remind myself that I’m no longer shackled to that ****.
I gotta remind myself of my merit,
That I’m not just a statistic,
I have a ******* name,
And people will hear it!

Society don’t think much bout me,
For awhile I believed what they told me.
Spiralled down dark paths that almost killed me.
Many nights I screamed for Creator to take me.
The weight overbearing,
Addiction overwhelming,
Collecting scars and mistakes that got me resenting,
That I was born possessing.
A skin tone unmatching.
A dominant society that found it revolting.
Yet had no problem ******* and ******,
The ones who loved me.
Left to watch as many of them died in front of me.
No wonder I crave the needle,
The smoke,
The drink
The pills
The coke,
Because when I die I can say to them don’t worry I’m coming.
Coming home;
A home that was robbed from me.

Chorus:
I gotta get out, gotta break free, from the sinkhole that be trying to swallow me.
The past tries to grip, tries to make me slip.
But I gotta remind myself that I’m no longer shackled to that ****.
I gotta remind myself of my merit,
That I’m not just a statistic,
I have a ******* name,
And people will hear it!

Outro:
Gotta come together and stand as one,
Fight against the trauma that leaves many wounded,
Like it was a bullet from a gun!
Gotta to fight the **** that is rooted,
In a society that remains stunned.

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

Gradually getting great, while fracturing the bones of fretting fakes. Channeling my personified state, my goal has been to dismantle and open up your minds gate. Passionately petrified of how I feel inside, but I will no longer hide, unashamed **** never going to stop my stride. You want it then go for it, don't go bowing down to this society's jealous ridden *******. You are more than that, don't let those ****** treat you like slack. Classically calling it for how I see it, this is how I perceive, don't like it, but I don't really give two *****. One must be asking themselves why they acting to hard, or why they are always on guard. Is it something about you, is it just some distorted view of believing the vile things people be saying about you? Hmm, maybe I getting somewhere, or maybe I'm just zany and just blissfully unaware of this atmosphere.

Sometimes I wanna put my head in a blender,
Ain’t been sober since September, never wake me up till I see green days front & centre.
Everyday another ****** than I go and get fried.
No, futurama just future drama, but **** it I’m zombified.
With hangovers being the only thing confirming I’m even alive.
Treating life like a game but in real life there ain’t no revives.
But I know eventually like Chester I’ll cross that new divide.
Where the irresistible force & the immovable object collide.
Understand the analogy? If not my apologies.
For these are just the ramblings of addict unable to stop gambling.
Gambling with the life creator has graciously given me.
Wonder if he’s disappointed in me.
Uh…
Think I need some more REM &
***.
Blacking out till the next one.
Blacking out till I’m gone
Uh…

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Stumbling around the streams of thought,
Like a philosopher lost in time.

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Drowning out the past,
That left me traumatized.

Got me wanting to take a leap of bad faith,
Right into oncoming traffic.
1000 ways to die to meet the wraith awaiting like a bandit.
To take away life off the list with a tick,
Tick, tick.
No escaping the Clock of fate.
That’s why I numb my mental state.
So, I don’t feel **** when I arrive at hells gates.
Cause it cannot be worse than the **** I’ve already faced.
At least I’m hoping that is the case.
For goodness sakes.
Give me a ******* break.
But life is rigged speedway where shadowy figures cut one’s brakes.
Understand the analogy? If not my apologies.
For these are just the ramblings of addict unable to stop gambling.
Gambling with the life creator has graciously given me.
Wonder if he’s disappointed in me.
Uh…
Think I need some more REM &
***.
Blacking out till the next one.
Blacking out till I’m gone
Uh…

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Stumbling around the streams of thought,
Like a philosopher lost in time.

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Drowning out the past,
That left me traumatized.

This ceiling; the only thing that keeps me sheltered.
I’m bleeding; internally deceiving.
If there is a heaven, will I be raptured?
Left inside the room,
Am I crazy? Or are the walls talking too?
The voices; oh the idle chatter.
They treat me like a pest,
Quick go get the pastor.
Oh, fair maiden; where did you go?
Can’t escape the chains,
Can’t escape your role?
All you need is a push,
Down the rabbit hole.

Now I don’t know?
What is the right answer?
Oh, I don’t know?
All I see is cancer.

Slowly eating away, painfully till I fade away.
Slowly eating away, painfully till I fade away.

Nothing the doctors can do.
Human nature is cruel.
We treat our pets better.
Society might as well be a zoo.
But there’s nothing we can do.
But sit and wait for the inevitable.
Because in reality there is no time travel;
Or Doctor Who!

Now I don’t know?
What is the right answer?
Oh, I don’t know?
All I see is cancer.

Slowly eating away, painfully till I fade away.
Slowly eating away, painfully till I fade away.

Run, Run.
As fast as you can.
But you can’t escape,
The reapers hand.

Run, Run.
As fast as you can.
But you can’t escape,
The reapers hand.

Now I don’t know?
What is the right answer?
Oh, I don’t know?
All I see is cancer.

Slowly eating away, painfully till I fade away.
Slowly eating away, painfully till I fade away.

Sliding, huff and puff, just minding;
My own, getting high ain’t nothing;
Till it’s something, like momma when she see me mumbling off.
Under the tongue, thinking I’m sly enough.
Till I meets them ***** cuffs, that smack down, **** gets rough.
But I ain’t no hufflepuff, i’m a man, and my experiences helped me understand.
How to work them cards in my hand.
Gotta to fake it to you make kid,
In other words this **** is a scam.
Gotta avoid the beats that turns into the heat of the man.
Yeah that, Red and blue that’ll turn you black and blue;
Cause they don’t hold back unlike your old mam.
And prison ain’t no better, get tagged, then leave with a gun and lives in your hand.
But by then will ya even give a ****?
Uh!
Like the window to my soul, step back and watch me juxtapose.
Got break through this pane, the shackles left, raw and exposed.
Cause I Couldn’t cut it any closer if I chose.
Just Reaping what I sowed, as the reapers coming close.
I will never show, I will never slow, when I come face to face with my foes!
Cause Being Steadfast is all I know!

Steady hustlings all I know.
It’s all I know, it’s all I know.
Making something outta nothing;
Man that’s how I roll, that’s how I roll.
Real recognize real that’s how it goes!

Ride or die, steady hustlings all I know.
It’s all I know, it’s all know.
Making something outta nothing;
Man that’s how I roll, that’s how I roll.
Real recognize real that’s how it goes!

Blooming blossoms glide through the wind at the Muttart.
Tasting different cultures food at the taste of Edmonton or at the heritage festival.  
Enjoying Christmas lights at the legislature grounds.

Cheering on our Edmonton teams; and avoiding all the construction.
Jamming along to folk tunes at the folk festival.
Shopping or going on rides at West Edmonton Mall

This is the paradise city, ‘‘so take me down the Cadillac city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. ‘’
Proud to have once called Edmonton my home.
Proud to be Canadian.

Pain internalized,
Trauma within the eyes,
With regret lying behind,
A disguised smile unrecognized.
Even by the specialized.
Wonder if you can sympathize?
With a society trying to stabilize,
What they see as animalized.
Creating a society that is demoralized.
That steals children with intentions,
To indoctrinize.  
Experimenting regardless of the savage cries.
Because soon they will be whitenized.
And will be normalized.
Numb to the pain and cast aside.
Having their culture sold and commercialized.
And if they protest they are taken out,
Like they were pests and the RCMP was the pesticide.

Why can’t they hear the cries?
Why won’t they listen to the cries?
How many more have to die?
How many more have to die?
Before we are finally recognized!
As humans nation wide!
Maybe they are just too deaf, dumb, and blind.

Identity compromised,
Fear got us paralyzed,
With our livelihoods stigmatized,
Fought in world wars,
But had our status demised.
Thought we were allies?
Jailed yet enfranchised.
There is no land of the free.
When even our blood quantum,
Is categorized.
I guess it’s not just the revolution,
That is un-televised.
Yet we always hear,
How many times do we have to apologize?
Just get over it.
Get a job and live healthy lives.
Unable to sympathize,
With those tyrannized.
And traumatized.
Unable to hear the cries.
Of those who have and still are,
Losing their lives.
Which got me asking?

Why can’t you hear the cries?
Why won’t you listen to the cries?
How many more have to die?
How many more have to die?
Before we are finally recognized!
As humans nation wide!
Maybe you’re just too deaf, dumb and blind!

Sleep dear child.
Sleep and find rest.
Don’t worry dear child.
It’ll be ok.
Though my heart is broken.
And tears cloud my face.
Remember those days.
Of sunrise and peace.
Where we could smile.
Where we could laugh.
When things made sense.
And we had plans.
Before tragedy struck.
The day my heart was plucked.
And has become a thorn.
Where I’m left remembering the first time,
The time I held you in my hands,
The time you brought back your arts and crafts,
The time you went on the bus all by yourself.
The times I wish would always last.
But now I’m here on Sunday mass.
Wearing black.
A colour as dark as my soul.
That grows cold.
Like your hands are now.
I wish I could hear you laugh.
I wish I could hear you cry.
One last time.
But for now you sleep.
Like an unending lullaby.
But don’t you worry.
Don’t you fret.
I’ll never forget.
The moments we had left.
Where you said.
Daddy, it’ll be ok.
Please don’t cry.
This isn’t goodbye.
I’ll see you again.
Where sunshine never leaves.
A place of constant peace.
Where worries don’t exist.
A place to find some rest.
So, sleep dear father.
Sleep and find some rest.
Don’t worry about me.
It’ll be ok.
Though your heart is broken.
And your soul is shaken.
Remember those days.
Of sunshine and peace.

I've been beaten; I've been betrayed; I was left for dirt; me, myself, and I all astray. I was so high, I was so good, but now I am all in pieces on the ground. People fall, it's our nature, but the good one's are the one's that get back up each time. Never giving up, never willing to surrender, not taking the easy way out. Time to get back to who I used to be, Cause wallowing in self-pity will never get me anywhere. Life won't fix itself, it takes effect, but it's worth it. You just got to hope that things will get better, cause hope is what makes us strong.

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

Fall in line like an admiral, ten hut.
Let’s get to it, follow like an animal, nine mutt.
Shut up and take it, don’t break, unless you ain’t cut.
But it’ll be a mistake to give up, even if you gotta fight in the seventh front.
Like an allied shinobi, gotta use your inner sixth sense and enjoy the hunt.
Roger, five by five, time to take em out for lunch.
Find the high ground like kenobi, don’t try for stunts.
Four sheets to the wind, consuming Captain Crunch.
***** comes in three’s, wonder what demon imma bout to confront.
But I’ll stay second to none, not about to back down to no dunce.
Sometimes fighting is a must.
Gotta be defending those you love and trust.

Only got one shot,
Watch closely or get dropped,
Sneak in and out like solid snake,
Metal gear knowledge best not forsake.

Only got one life,
Hatched lonely, life’s a rooster,
Gotta prepare to get cocked.
Or take out the shooter.
**** or be killed.
Do what you gotta do.

Hurry up maggot,
In a slurry, mopping my failures.
Drop and give me twenty squats.
Bury my emotions, bottling up the pressures.
Plenty of traumas keep me frozen in knots.
Numbing it with oxytocin, pain becoming pleasure.
Withdraw the clip on the terrorists.
In withdrawal discarding things I treasured.
Recovery is futile, for I am where the terror is.
Coming to a home unknown, love should’ve cherished it.
Not empathetic to the rot, I’m infested with.
Became a solid snake, and I got to live with it.

Only got one shot,
Watch closely or get dropped,
Sneak in and out like solid snake,
Metal gear knowledge best not forsake.

Only got one life,
Hatched lonely, life’s a rooster,
Gotta prepare to get cocked.
Or take out the shooter.
**** or be killed.
Do what you gotta do.

My heart used to drift through the winds like petals,
My dreams used to reach the highest castles.
My love used to boil over like a kettle,
So, abundant for someone that was so special.

Where did my fairytale go?
What ever happened to happily ever after?
It’s like I’ve lost my very soul.
It’s like my life has become a natural disaster.

Red used to be the colour of love.
Now it’s been tainted.
With two-half’s out for each other’s blood.
Sour this taste is.
With loyalty forsaken.
Bringing tears to the doves.

My heart once red has now turned black.
Eradicated feelings burned like diesel.
Fulling the fires of heartbroken people.
With Darkened and broken glass pieces.
All that is left of our castles.

Wondering where did my fairytale go?
What ever happened to happily ever after?
It’s like I lost my very soul.
It’s like I’m living a natural disaster.

Don’t be like Edgar Greed,
He’s what we call bad company,
He would stab his own family,
If it meant making money.

Don’t be like Edgar Greed,
He’s the type of phony,
That skips alimony,
Yeah the type that is all me,me,me.

They say loose lips sink ships,
Cement wrapped on the leg,
Swimming with the fish.
Cementing a trap for those that wag.
Their tails to save their skins.
In a bed filled with feds instead of fibs.
Woffing in a stench of pig on their lips.
Sweating like they had a surprise pop quiz,
Looking as if they awakened spiritually,
Mumbling words incoherently,
Got one wondering what gives.
It’s as if a wire is tied around their necks.
But in actuality that wire is on their chest.
Trying their best to catch,
Someone as they confess,
So that cops in bullet proof vests,
Can swoop in and everyone’s under arrest.
The type of people like Edgar Greed,
Who will do anything to try to remain free.
A snitch who acts like a G.
But is really a sheep that wears wolves clothing.

Don’t be like Edgar Greed,
He’s what we call bad company,
He would stab his own family,
If it meant making money.

Don’t be like Edgar Greed,
He’s the type of phony,
That skips alimony,
Yeah the type that is all me,me,me.

A Smaug *** *****,
That’s all about getting rich,
A person who wants to hit a home run dash,
But rather than working gets smashed,
Or Snorting so much coke,
Basically their whole life is a ******* joke.
It a wonder how this snitch can still sniff.
I wouldn’t be be surprised,
If kissing peoples *** was their favourite dish.
And If loose lip sink ships,
They’d be the ******* titanic.
Who pretends to be pragmatic,
When they are actually dogmatic,
Who wants it all but will end up like hamlet.
But don’t feel bad for fools like Edgar Greed,
For they are a type of being that deceives,
Whose schemes ream spleens,
People like that are like poisonous seeds,
That if not managed will turn to weeds,
That spreads a disease that’s feeds,
Off the incompetence of dweebs.
So...

Don’t be like Edgar Greed,
He’s what we call bad company,
He would stab his own family,
If it meant making money.

Don’t be like Edgar Greed,
He’s the type of phony,
That skips alimony,
Yeah the type that is all me,me,me.

The dissolution of the mind,
Bodies burning, left behind.
All may be human,
But none are kind!
Such sickness, we’re wicked.
Taste the apathy of the afflicted.
Such terror, we’re all addicted.
Taste the melancholy, of the anointed.
The degradation of our kind,
Beds are burning, we’ve lost our minds.
All may be human,
But none are kind!

But we don’t want to hear it,
Even though we can all ******* feel it.
Seeping through our spines.
Bodies burdened with hallowed eyes.
Blinded from staring too long at the sky!
Thinking God will tell us why?
But we don’t want to hear it,
Even though we can all ******* feel it.

The decomposition of morality,
Bombs are ticking, forsaking the gospel.
All may be human,
But none are kind!
Such hypocrisy, we’re wicked.
Taste the poison of uniformity.
Such vanity, yet we’re all afflicted.
Taste the irony of neutrality.
The degeneration of our sanity.
Right is wrong, woe our blasphemy.
All may be human,
But none are kind!

But we don’t want to hear it,
Even though we can all ******* feel it.
Seeping through our spines.
Bodies burdened with hallowed eyes.
Blinded from staring too long at the sky!
Thinking God will tell us why?
But we don’t want to hear it,
Even though we can all ******* feel it.

Soothing riddles like cats and cradles.
Swear in front of momma then imma get beat by ladles.
True stories or fables, said across the tables.
No lie detectors, so at any time a brother can become a defector.
With police chomping at the bit like they ******* Hannibal Lector.
Rat mazes in these projects man- there ain’t time for no breath here!
Doesn’t matter if your blood is red or blue,
because if you do the crime you best be prepared to take the sceptre!
But because the game is rigged a brother gotta do what he got to do!
So, sorry pastor I ain’t got no time for no lecture.
When poverty is all that I know and I’m just so desperate for the nectar.
And I can’t just sit by while my family piles up in debt here.
If only I was born in another sector.
Or in another lightyear!
But for now, I gotta do ***** jobs like Dexter.
While toxicity in this environment continues to cycle on and festers.
So, with all this going on I had to drop out this semester.
And all though being educated can get me out of here.
Once your born in the sinkhole, it feels like there is no point to try to get out of here.
For even if I tried to get a good 9-5, my past will become my interceptor.
For a crook can’t be a model civilian like a Ford Pinto can’t become a kia stinger.
I just pray my kids have a chance to get out of here and live out a life not ingrained in fear!
So, by shear will power I’ll do what I can for them to get out of here!
Maybe one day they’ll come to see me later in their years.
On the other side of the glass wall of the prison cell,
and I’ll start to tear up with pride and grin from ear to ear.
To see them work a clean and good 9-5,
and build up a family from the blood money that got them there.

Embrace the hate!

Dark sensation creeping in my skin.
Blood is boiling, and I’m turning red.
Anger pulsating faster and faster.
Only a matter of time.
Till I blow up.
Embracing my dark side.
Embracing who I truly am.
The person I held back for far too long.
But no longer,
Will I conform.
No longer,
Will I apologize.
No longer will I listen to your lies!

Embrace the hate!

Released the monster in the cage.
Because I can’t contain my rage.
So, I embrace it.
Because hate is the only love I have left.
Because hate is my escape.
An emotion that distracts me from my grief.
And my toxic reality.
That I refuse to acknowledge.
For showing tears isn’t manly!
For tears show weakness!
At least,
That’s what I’ve been told.
So, I channel my pain into rage.
So, come along with me.
And...

Embrace the hate!

You indulge my senses,
Yet, Want for nothing,
**** the money and its interest.
Baby girl, are you angel?
Or a goddess?

Cause you got me not thinking clearly,
I want you near me.
I swear my heart just skipped a beat,
Blood pressure off the charts,
**** girl you got me weak!
Um, I’m not too sure what to say,
Cause I never felt this **** before.
Pardon my French,
But you’re as beautiful as the stars.
You remind me of Jojo,
Cause I could see us going on bizarre adventures.
Till we grow old and accidentally switch each others dentures.
Ewww.
But what’s love without the gross ****?
What’s love without the arguments,
The breaks without each other,
Two incomplete creatures,
A band of misfits?
What’s love without the occasional dysfunction?
It’s like trying to have means without production.
It’s like having electrical currents without magnetic induction.
In essence… girl…
You bring light to my darkness,
Yeah you are the peace to my destruction.

You indulge my senses,
Yet, Want for nothing,
**** the money and its interest.
Baby girl, are you angel?
Or a goddess?


I swear I’m not playing with you,
Are you playing with me?
This is some Shakespeare ****,
Cause you be taming this shrew.
Or perhaps I’m just dreaming,
Cause this **** just don’t feel real to me.
Perhaps it’s cause of my trauma?
Cause in life there’s always a catch.
And unless yawl a baseball player,
Ya gotta protect ya neck and ya honour.
With many going to jails in order to get a patch.
And the only hope many had was mommas prayers.
Hoping that we wouldn’t be murdered.
Thank God I’m alive,
Thank God for the strength when I felt discouraged.
And thank you for coming into my life,
And not seeing me as a burden.
You  saved my life,
Thank you for supporting me when I was hurting.

You indulge my senses,
Yet, Want for nothing,
**** the money and its interest.
Baby girl, are you angel?
Or a goddess?

Quick stepping, hold the breath in.
Nesquick bunny am I hoping or hopping?
Amongst these land mines that means certain death.
Just one wrong step, what do I have left?

Positive Change is trauma unlearning,
Gotta be the role model I was always yearning.
Cause I know what it’s like when my canoe was sinking.
Vicarious victim drinking with sharks,
Was never the best at swimming.
Or confronting my problems,
For awhile I was sitting.
For awhile I was drowning.
At the back of the bus with the rest of the goblins.
Until I stood my ground like Rosa Parks,
Straight spitting.
Speaking truth even if I’m portrayed as the **** villain!
After all, I’m used to it cause I’m a **** ***** Indian!
A savage in need of sterilization.
Today we just call it cancelation.
Cause snowflakes both left and right can’t handle a native with education.
No wonder we are so underfunded cause they don’t want restoration.
They don’t want truth nor reconciliation.
They want us to keep us starved so we rely on their salvation.
Ooh ****! Better start…

Quick stepping, hold the breath in.
Nesquick bunny am I hoping or hopping?
Amongst these land mines that means certain death.
Just one wrong step, what do I have left?

Feels like I’m trying to swim upstream,
When for the longest time residential schools,
Were treated as ponzi schemes.
Or as justifiable things.
And I can’t lie that growing up that **** did sting!
Was silenced and punished by the authorities.
And I ain’t just talking police,
I’m talking anyone that held power over folks like me.
Hell I Can’t even go shopping without being assaulted and asked for my receipt!
Cause after all I’m the thief, a snotty nose Rez kid that needs to go back to his tepee!
Where health and safety is decreased,
But yawl don’t care or share mercy.
To us Street beasts.
You know what? **** these land mines,
I don’t care if ya triggered!
Better prepare yourself to be decolonized,
By your friendly neighbour hood prairie…

The innovation of a dictator,
Causes separation,
Which got many within the population,
unaware that they serving darth vader,
Because they put on a good presentation,
Motivating sheepish division’s,
Towards scapegoats and illusions,
Where history becomes science fiction,
Even democracies we forget the definition,
Because if there are rigged elections?
Or first past the poll systems,
And them politicians,
Are able to get away with tax evasion,
It can make one question the equation,
The creation of a democratic nation,
The starts wars and invasions,
On third world nations,
Which they claim is to fight terror,
When really all they care about are their oil reservations.
I guess it’s true what they say,
You can never satisfy a dragons layer.
In the land of free,
Except for those who actually live there.
But these simps are programmed not to care,
Get out the safety net, and let them become dependent on welfare.
Bounce the checks, put it on credit cards, gotta keep ‘em in debt.
Life ain’t fair,
Thrown in the deep end, even if ya can’t swim.
I swear reality is written by the brother grim.
So, much despair, yet becoming desensitized to all them fatalities.
It’s just the trimming off the fat, you either sink or swim.
What we need is comradery!
But all we have now is a bunch of division.
Because that’s what benefits these corrupt leaders & politicians.

They say ignorance is bliss,
Till one is hit with deaths kiss,
Because those in the golden palace,
Are really the terrorists,
They say ignorance is bliss,
Till it leads ya into crisis,
Honestly our government is more evil than Isis!

Let’s start with Ralph Klien,
A killer more ruthless than a shooter from columbine,
This little swine, flooded the inner city,
With hundreds of bodies from Alberta hospitals,
That were deemed as useless.
In other words those who suffer from mental health, as well as, welfare recipients,
Which lead to a crisis,
With increases in crime and suicide,
So, he gave everyone blood money, to make it up to us,
But that doesn’t let slide,
An act so treacherous.
Yet some idiots still think, he was as great as Jesus.
But unless you were white, rich,
oil workers or part of big business,
He was really Judas.
And if you don’t like these facts,
You can kiss my ***.
Now onto Castro jr, oops I meant Justin Trudeau.
Either way he is a ******* ***** himbo,
That claims he’s a feminist,
Yet gropes journalists,
He claims he’s a feminist,
Yet kicks two prominent women out of his party for being honest.
He claims he is for the Indigenous,
Yet only met 2 out of the five promises,
94 calls to action must’ve broken your answer machine,
Cause you still ain’t answering us!
It’s funny how a person who does black face,
Is the one trying to cancel us!
Where the ******* clean water Justin?
Maybe you prefer it to be poisonous.
Because you still haven’t reviewed or repealed historical legislation,
That still to this day discriminates against us.
And don’t even get me started on that pipeline,
That went right through us!
But as soon as we started blockades,
You sent the rcmp on us,
That was created by John A.Macdonald,
As a means to destroy us!
And what is this about supplying weapons to terrorists?
If you voted for him you should be embarrassed!
Oh, and I’m not done yet, with this idiot!
How about those trips paid for by the WE Charity?
I guess when it’s comes to conflicts of interests you’ve had plenty,
Hell you’ve even been sponsored by an illegal gambling ring.
Or how about violating,
The ethics commission by vacationing,
At Aga Khans private island like some king.
Ya ******* ****!
Stop pretending like your **** don’t stink!
We are over $100 billion in debt because of you,
As Canadians we are literally at the brink!
I guess that’s why they say…

Ignorance is bliss,
Till one is hit with deaths kiss,
Because those in the golden palace,
Are really the terrorists,
They say ignorance is bliss,
Till it leads ya into crisis,
Honestly our government is more evil than Isis!

Fiends always lurking, friends too busy getting blazed unknowing.
Of the dangers within life’s maze, waiting to make a killing.
Love of money is deceiving cause death don’t take no holidays.
Ya should know by now that these hoes, money & fame will betray.
Lead ya astray but I guess ya need a reminder; call it growing pains.
Jeremy Miller re-runs, re-plays, gotta have a legacy to leave for decades.
These days ain’t guaranteed, could have success but that can fade.
What’s a 70’s show shot in the 90’s without Topher Grace?
Indeed somethings can’t be replaced.
**** gotta have chemistry, otherwise the recipe will have a distaste.
Sour fruits breeds toxicity, becoming overblown till ya overdose cause that **** was laced.
Houses full of Payne, everyday another loss, but the masses gotta stay entertained.
So, with loss comes gains, ***** insane, ignore the corpses & enjoy the champagne.
Like a champ beaten and bruised until they numb to the pain.
Brain injuries cannot continue to be sustained!
But there ain’t no half-steppin’, isn’t that right Big Daddy Kane?
However, without tragedy, what would happen for those like Bruce Wayne?
I know that if I didn’t overcome adversity, I probably wouldn’t be the same!
So, perhaps that is why **** don’t change?
Cause some Climatized to the chains!

Victims to the game.
Always yearning for others to blame.
To justify actions so disgustingly vain.
No different than the nobles & colonists that ***** our ancestors.
Literally creating who we are today;
Intergenerational slaves.
Perpetuating cycles, perpetuating pain.
Victims to the game.