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!

In all the commotion,
You just got to grove on down,
No lack for motion.
Speeding on by, like a locomotive.

Got to let those blues,
Be subdued,
Indulge in the groove,
It will uplift your mood.

In a world so divided,
Let love move you forward.
You got to find the composition,
To find your own rhythm.

You just gotta...
Let those blues,
Be subdued,
Indulge in the groove,
It will uplift your mood.

Let the rhythm guide you,
Through the ups and downs,
Let the rhythm remind you,
With reassuring sounds.

From the dirt and mud, to gold and luxury. From the **** of the earth, to highly respected members of a higher society. Ruins to kingdoms, from a nothing to a something. Being left out to die, were looked down on as if we were a disgrace to mankind. But now they are at our feet, kissing ***, on our beck and call. How the wheel turns around, funny how things go, one day your the beggar next your the person being begged. I bet they are regretting that, but what is done is done, and now it's our turn to have fun!

If it wasn't for bad times, I could enjoy the good times.
If it wasn't for the past, I wouldn't be present today.
If it wasn't was for failure, I wouldn't enjoy success.
If it wasn't for stress, I couldn't enjoy peace.

If it was for tragedy, I couldn't appreciate serenity.
If it wasn't for judgement, I couldn't access the accuracy of it.
If it wasn't for hate, I couldn't empathize or know love.
If it wasn't for being fired, I wouldn't be able to find something better.

Fragile ties keep us together.
Standing on glass.
Thinking we’re stable.

Fragile hearts broken.
Lies coursing in our veins.
That’s what we get,
For surrounding ourselves with snakes.
Thought we had what it takes.
Turns out we didn’t.
Two people burdened by weights and expectations.
Had too much baggage.
So, we shouldn’t be surprised that our love plummeted.
Yet here we are.
In a hole.
Dug by our own hubris.
Fiddlesticks.
I hate being stuck in this toxic relationship.

Fragile ties keep us together.
Standing on glass.
Thinking we’re stable.

Tumbling down the hill.
Like jack and Jill.
Tumbling off the wall.
Like Humpty Dumpty.
Love as broken as those egg shells.
We can’t ever be put back together again.

Tumbling down the hill.
Like jack and Jill.
Tumbling off the wall.
Like Humpty Dumpty.
Love as broken as those egg shells.
We can’t ever be put back together again.

Fragile ties keep us together.
Standing on glass.
Thinking we’re stable.

Both being Cain’s.
To each other’s Able’s.
Fragile beings.
Not meant to be.
Hearts dried up like the desert.
Hearts fed up and bitter.  
It’s a wonder how these...

Fragile ties keep us together.
As we’re standing on glass.
Thinking we’re stable

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.

Bright star shines and sparkles,
Whilst I grace the skies with my wings,
Looking all around these luscious lands,
Brushing my hand across snow covered mountains.
Up in the sky,
Far from strife,
Far from a life stuck in valleys,
Drinking from the river of dreams,
Floating without fear of drowning,
For I’ve been drowning for too long.
But then I sprouted wings,
Thinking about happier things.
Feel like a drunk sailor.
Singing whilst everything is going awry.
Yes, I’m ok... quote on quote doing fine!
But I knew since day one that I can’t afford to sit back and hit the recline.
Waiting for signs to align one’s path.
Sometimes one just has to take leaps of faith.
If that’s what it takes.
Even if boulders await.
At least you took the risk.
Because if you didn’t take that shot in dark,
You’ll always wonder what you missed.
Take the flight,
Don’t just rely on sight.
Spread those wings.
To soar in the winds.
Free as a bird.
For life is a host,
And we are just guests to this world.

I tried calling but you don’t seem to be there,
Perhaps you don’t care.
As I sit here in despair.
Lost it all, now I’m bare.
Chained in shackles,
As the whips crackle,
Ripple across my flesh.
Wondering if this is a test.
It’s says that you give weary people rest.
Lying in dirt waiting to be blessed.
Waiting to be refreshed,
In your healing waters.
Anticipating your mercy,
When you bring down that ladder.
For I’m caged in regret,
Imprisoned by my shame.
As I’m squished by debt,
With only myself to blame.
Calling but no answer,
Getting persecuted so badly that I’m starting to long for the slaughter.
What I’d do to switch places with Job’s sons and daughters.
Why should an innocent man be ruined by spiteful two-faced accusers?
Whose lies that have placed me in grave danger.
And lord I’m trying my best not to be quick to anger.
So, I stay silent for your answer.
As life is temporary,
And your plans are far greater,
Far greater than that deserving of a commoner.
Like me.
May your grace shine down on me,
May you exceed abundantly all I can ask or think.
And may give strength where I am weak.
And may my sleep give me peace.
When I’m alone and things seem bleak.
May my tongue not taste defeat.
Provide me with water so that I may wash your feet.
For when there was famine,
You gave me wheat.
When I was freezing in the wilderness,
You provided shelter and heat.
So, although I am imprisoned.
I have already been released.
As long as you are with me,
No chains can hold me.
As long as you are with me,
The devil has no authority to **** me.
As long as I trust,
My enemies will be crushed.
But for now I wait,
For a timing so perfect.
But for now I wait,
Because I know it’ll be worth it.

Verse 1
Anchored to the tethers that solidify the lies spoken by demons in the night,
Beaten hands afraid of their own shade; can’t stand the sight.
Will we ever see the light? Will we ever rise up?
Rise like the morning sun, rise like our brothers and sisters who take hold of the gun.
Gotta Break through the barriers dear child until the battle’s won.

They call us criminal, hold us without bail.
**** never fails, but **** it at least one might finally meet one’s father in jail.
Huh.
We hear the voices, yet they land on pins and needles.
Got me wondering if we’ll ever prevail?
When change moves as fast as the snails.

(Chorus)
Freedom vibrations, ringing through the air,
Breaking every shackle, lifting every prayer.
Voices of the many, hearts beating as one,
This is our anthem, our revolution’s begun.

(Verse 2)
They imprisoned my Moshum, they imprisoned my aunties, they imprisoned my uncles and cousins!
Got me wondering if I’m the next one to be chosen?
Trauma sure be corroding, keeping us all imprisoned.
We will ever be cured of this poison?
Can I ever be accepted for who I am without being treated as a token?
******, Martin Luther king had a dream,
Yet here I am dreaming that one day I won’t be broken!

******!
The weight got me coping!
Yeah the weight got me doping!
A heaviness that keeps my heart from being opened.

The weight got me coping!
Yeah the weight got me doping!
A heaviness that keeps my heart from being opened.

(Chorus)
Freedom vibrations, ringing through the air,
Breaking every shackle, lifting every prayer.
Voices of the many, hearts beating as one,
This is our anthem, our revolution’s begun.

(Bridge)
Feel the pulse, the drum, our ancestors heart beat,
Echoing through the roots beneath our feet.
History’s whispers, rewritten today,
Rise up, rise up—light the way.

(Outro)
Emancipation’s not just a dream, it’s alive,
In every rhythm, every struggle, we thrive.
Love is the weapon, truth the decree,
Freedom vibrations, setting us free.

Freedom… freedom… freedom vibrations…

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

From the streets feeling so alone, broken, needing help. Yeah was a rebel needing some rehab, I was dying to live, but really I was living to die. Confined by gravity, wanting to escape this life I was living. My life is such an anomaly. Now I am better, caught me in your arms you protected me in the bad weather. Truth is without you I would be dead, Thank you for never giving up on me.  Life was like a Mozart symphony, have my highs and lows going through life in a monotonous motion, till I found you. I started from the bottom now I am here, without fear, trying to make this society better for that is my new passion.

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

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

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

A soft cloud blankets mountain.
A swirled frozen delight.
A wonderland of flavours.
A calming embrace.
That cools the mind.
And shivers the spine.
A dish that must’ve been created by the Devine.

Fruity loop, fruity loop, going through the game like a hula hoop.
Nutrients, nutrients, enjoying each of these produced ingredients.
Feeling energetic; (yea) I'm feeling engaged, busting through the door like I'm Luke cage.
Fruity loop turn me eccentric, without it that'd be problematic.
I'd go ecstatic, I'd go psychotic, for fruity loop is what I call my narcotics.
I be popping all the colors,  I be doing what some say is improper.
But **** them for they blue collar, man I can't stand this hypocritical scholars. (Yep,yep) Uh, huh got to catch me a chopper. Whoa, yea for i got no time to lower myself to these **** toddlers. (Yeah)
Got to keep myself super cereal, for fruity loops my favorite meal.
Breakfast, Lunch and dinner. So what if they deem me a sinner.
(Yeah) I said Breakfast, Lunch and dinner. So what if they call me a sinner.
I ain't ashamed, (yea) I ain't no longer going keep myself chained. (Nope,Nope)
Imma keep doing me, Imma be free, so ******* if you can't stand me!
Ain't no body got time for that, (Yea) Fruity loop the only one that have my back!
Fruity loop, fruity loop, going through the game like a hula hoop.
Nutrients, nutrients, enjoying each of these produced ingredients.
Feeling energetic; (yea) I'm feeling engaged, busting through the door like I'm Luke cage.
Fruity loop turn me eccentric, without it that'd be problematic.
I'd go ecstatic, I'd go psychotic, for fruity loop is what I call my narcotics.

Don’t give a **** if ya into me,
Imma send ya snowflakes to therapy,
I am raw like Ren and Stimpy.
Drunk off the Yak and the Hennessy.
Skate around cancelation like I’m Wayne Gretzky.
Imma punch ya wiggers out faster than Mike Tyson.
*****, I’m more sinister than M.Bison.
Just ask your ***** bout the time I shattered her *****!
Yeah, I made her more wet than Poseidon.
****, Classy J is a demon!
Wonder what this Cree ruffian be planning?
How can we combat a savage without reason?
For he is like Galactus to us hatchlings.
The devours of souls, so wake up! Stop napping!
Classy J ain’t got time for your yapping!
Like an anime protagonist, my limits;
I will soon be surpassing!
While others be trailing,
Spiralling down worse than Kanye!
Sorry not sorry!
****, imma bout to go off on a rampage like Tony Khan, Hey…
Ye as you losing billions I’ll be sitting back drinking Grand Marnier!
Perhaps ya just need your head bashed in again,
In order to regain some sense of sanity!

****… I’m feeling outta control!
Darkness consumes me,
I’m feeling it’s pull!
But unlike E.T., it’s too late to phone home!
I was broke, even before my credit card got declined!
The glass has shattered,
And so has my mind!

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

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!

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.

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

Verse 1:
Somebody call the coroner, I done murdered this ***** and governor.
Three some gone wrong, better take a shot and have another beer!
Talk about groping and coping mixed with some codeine; I’m paranoid and full of fear.
Should’ve seen it coming, was bullied and teased by the world who only ever saw me as being weird.
So I **** to fill the void, cause it used to hit me like morphine; but now that intoxication has ******* disappeared.
**** got me annoyed! Got me scratching at the floor boards; like the devil’s here!
Fifty shades of grey, go get the toys, what’s that squeaking sound? Dear governor?
(Halloween tense noise)
Aww.. why’d ya have to go in there?

Hook:
Like a ghoul in the shadows, like a fiend on the loose, there’s a monster outside, better go get the noose!
I’m a ghoul on mission, so best hide your momma and her scrumptious caboose!

Verse 2:
Got a taste of the dark side, blood in my gin.
Soul decomposing, but I’ll still put it in.
I’m fiend in the night, I’m giving in to my sin,
Hush now already, it’s all right to give in!
(Crunch of an apple sound and screams)
I’m dying just to taste it, my appetite is wicked, eating souls to survive, ain’t got nothing to conflict with!
Some dimwits call me sadistic, but pain is where I thrive; so it don’t matter if yawl plead the fifth.
It’s a struggle to survive in a world where homelessness is treated a myth.
I just might be psychotic but the governments the real sith!
Just take a look at them CIA files man, that ***** real sick.
But if ya expose too much, you’ll end up dead real quick!
Guess I’m not only ghoul in the shadows lurking with them silencers that go.. click; click!

Hook:
Like a ghoul in the shadows, like a fiend on the loose, there’s a monster outside, better go get the noose!
I’m a ghoul on mission, so best hide your momma and her scrumptious caboose!

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.

Peace to sensei,
Coming to you live through airwaves,
As I wack off to ******,
Going on my own personal crusade,
Breaking walls like a man made out of Kool-Aid,
Like Muhammad Ali my flow is like a butterfly,
A war torn zealot that delivers like a pizza guy,
That thinks of your girl while he cream-pies.
Hahaha
Going in like it’s D-Day,
Call it a Gink Raid,
Hit em with a AK,
Shoot em down easier than slippy,
Slice a ****** up like it’s child’s play,
Call me a real killer like Chucky,
Hear the sirens Blair,
Oh **** gotta find a getaway.
Faster than a red hot chilli pepper,
To the cops displeasure.
Going underground like I’m master splinter,
Relaxing, steaming hams like Skinner,
Until I come up with a new plan,
That is truly evil like Mr.Sinister.
That would make a metal man,
Like Victor Vaughn approve of her.

This is a Gink Raid,
Carpe Diem,
Seize the Day,
Where human nature is displayed.

This is a Gink Raid,
A death parade,
A unpinned grenade,
Where human nature is displayed.

Times ticking closer to Doomsday.
Everyone always acts tough till it’s judgement day.
Crimes picking up, got things going sideways.
Rick Grime surviving bundles of zombies.
Simon says we better run away.
Shame gambling doesn’t pay.
Never know what lies in bouquets.
Semi-automatic bullets dance like ballets.
Piercing through flesh of desired prey.
That fall gently like flowers on summers day.
Death, an embrace none can escape.
No time for breath, when faced with fate.
Can’t hit the breaks.  
When rates have high stakes.
It’s war time, where peace comes from hate.
That takes lives for humanities sake.
A foolish pride, that existed since we were primates.
A sacrifice of blood, for a slice of cake.
That hooked crooks like bait.
Adversity is something we create.
Internally; suffocating us like restraints.
That keeps us in a sheepish state.
That innately generates,
A division of race that isolates,
A segregation which discriminates,
That dictates which traits.
Are more dominantly quaint.
That got us repeating history that betrays.
For...

This is a Gink Raid,
Carpe Diem,
Seize the Day,
Where human nature is displayed.

This is a Gink Raid,
A death parade,
A unpinned grenade,
Where human nature is displayed.

(Verse 1)

I know I ain’t no optimist, but yet I’m still in my prime!
Rolling out with the fellas & ****** **** is so divine.
Chalking up some game with some chicas who be looking hella fine.
Living our lives while our other brothers be serving time.
But that’s the life we chose, a mirrored reflection of the time we hold.
Is the soul transferrable?
Is our fate truly set in stone?
Is there a heaven for a G? Tell me; I’d like to know!
I feel the weight of the world; still, I carry it with pride,
Battling these demons that be creeping up inside.
The system’s rigged against us, but we hustle, we survive,
They want to see us fall, but we rise resiliently with our middle fingers held high!

Is there redemption for a sinner when the story’s already halfway told?
Do we answer for our sins when the universe implodes?
Questions in my mind as I walk this lonely road,
Still searching for the light, though my heart is turning cold…
But in this life, we were never guaranteed any ******* gold.
Good thing God created me a gangster cause gangsters are raised to be resilient and bold!

God created me a gangster who craved straight-up lyrism within my soul!
You have to hustle and grind, and you have to stay vigilant when they put you on parole.
You have to keep your head up and push through it, just like the late great Nat King Cole!
Pray no matter what, not just when things are feeling low!
God created you a gangster man, so start acting like it pendajo!

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.

Our systems a hive mind,
Suzy sells sea shells,
But that don’t mean ****,
To a drive by.
We all mean well,
With our well of knowledge,
Trying to find the perfect porridge,
Like goldilocks,
When she broke into the bears cottage.
So, when the bears came back,
They saw that their homes were salvaged,
And if goldy ever came back,
You bet the bears would serve up,
Maximum damage!
But if they did that they’d be deemed as the savage,
Monsters to be killed.
Life’s an expensive bill.
Wonder whose going to pay for the meal?
Can’t see privilege up on that hill.
But pride will be your downfall,
Like the tale of jake and Jill.
A tale as fragile,
As Humpty Dumpty,
Trying to balance on a windowsill.
For real.
If this is reality, pass me the blue pill.

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

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

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

Unsure on what to do,
Unsure on what to say,
Before you go,
On your way.
A way apart from me.
Wish I could count the times,
We almost said goodbye.
I thought I changed.
I thought wrong.
That is true.
My life’s a zoo.
Caged in like a monster.
But I don’t mind.
Because for All my life that’s how I’ve been defined.
And I can’t lie,
When I say I don’t deserve sum of it.
But  six warning shots to the head and back man.
That’s more than just corporal punishment.
It’s astonishing that I’m still around.
Like a holy cow please don’t eat me.
Ripping me apart with all them critiques.
Yet we stuck through it.
Yet you keep me going.
Instead of throwing in the towel.
You gave me the courage to keep on my dark night cowl.
But now,
When things are going great.
And I admit I made one big mistake.
That’s on me.
But baby don’t you see.
I’m not complete without you there for me.
And right now I’m alone,
Next to the phone.
Hoping it rings,
And this fall can turn back into spring.
Thinking of the things I would say to get you back,
But I’m,
Unsure on what to do,
Unsure on what to say,
Before you go,
On your way.
A way apart from me.
Wish I could count the times,
We almost said goodbye.
You thought I had changed.
You thought wrong.
That is true.
I was unfaithful to you.
Free from my cage.
Where you can fly far far away.
But you don’t mind.
Because all your life you struggled with how you were defined.
And you would try to hide,
Yeah you would try to lie,
That you were doing fine.
But we both knew there was something between the lines.
And I guess I pushed to hard,
And you kept your heart on guard,
And I guess you and I got tired of it,
And we were over each other even before we actually split.
I guess love can quit.
I guess words can stick.
Stick right through our hearts.
I think I would prefer getting ******.
For that would only break my bones.
Because right now there is a hole in our souls.
That I tried to fill by cheating.
I wasn’t thinking.
You were at your mothers,
And I was out drinking.
I know that’s no excuse.
But I hoped we find a truce.
Instead of all this heartache.
And I wish I had the rights words to say,
But I’m,
Unsure on what to do,
Unsure on what to say,
Before you go,
On your way.
A way apart from me.
Wish I could count the times,
We almost said goodbye.
But today it looks like goodbye is the only option.

Blue eyes perspire like the sky,
Innocent lives expire with age.
Regret engrained in with time.
Tears that start as puddles slowly turn to lakes.
But though I’m blue, I’m reminded of you.
For my mood personifies those blue eyes.
Then I forget about my worries that kept me caged.
Such trivial matters that hide truths behind.
Fears usurped when you’re on my mind.
That is why I’m not interested in a rewind.
For our love wouldn’t be as alive as it is right now.
Even when I’m now leaving a flower on your ground.
Alone weeping with no one a round.
Crying but If no one is around am I truly making a sound?

Fluttering specks of white flakes, swiftly gently slowly falling from the sky. Snow, white powder at first, soon though I may be able to turn it into a snowball. Skiing and snowboarding down mountains, going inside to get some hot chocolate with marshmallows. Warm fireplaces, whimsical songs of sweet melody ringing through my ears. Hearing Grandpa read some christmas books, how relaxed I feel during the beautiful year. Can't sleep on christmas, to excited to open gifts, waking up the parents up as soon as they are willing to get up. Because one o'clock is simply too early to open the gifts, which I find ridiculous. Nothing like being a kid during christmas, everything seems more magical. When you get older however money and sleep seem to be top priorities. But nothing like childish joy to lighten everyone up.

Sweat on the brow, full moon night howls.
Tread right down, but watch out for owls.
For You never know whose watching.
You never know who be snitching.
My girl gets on me, hooting and hollering.
Prying charlatans set off trying to make this my finale.
Some may cackle, but not me.
For I don’t see what’s so funny!
For only the lord knows if it’s my time honey.
I’m not in this game to have people love me.
I’m just a snot nosed demon, trained for a role that takes a toll.
But I gots foes breathing slowly, aiming and loading.
So, much for gun control.
Poker faces showing, villains and golems growling and prowling.
Brains being run on remote controls.
Fools whose souls might have honest and well intended goals.
But progress is hard when you’re already in a sinkhole.
With climate changing and rising, but when I speak up all people hear is Español.
Saying I should know my role and shut my mouth.
But you won’t shut me out!
Step too lightly, imma knock you out!
Give up? Is something I’m not about.
I’m not weak willed, because I never forget to drink my milk.
Ice cube said it best, because you gotta check yourself before you wreck yourself.
So if you front on me, boy that’s bad for your health!
This world is ours and we destroying it.
And don’t say you didn’t have a choice in it!
Because if you do, you bet imma call your *** out and claim *******!
What do you think? That your **** smells like roses?
What kind of dosage do you have to be on?
To not be aware of this crisis?
It’s not ******, and it’s not isis!
It’s all our faults that our environment is like this!
And it’s not the boogie man, and it’s not a Pegasus.
This is reality!
And Our world is truly dying!
And We are the virus.
But if we all stand together to fight this.
We just might have time to escape this.

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?

Let's take it back to my old city,
It may be not that pretty,
But I'll stick with it, even when I’m sick of it,
Original Canadian that writes poems that pull you in just like a hypnotist.
You can't get with this,
For my penmanship is that of a novelist.
Started from humble beginnings doing shifts,
As a dish washer and I hated it,
As I was getting verbally assaulted daily by management.
Maybe that’s where I began to hate the establishment.
That could only view me as one of the savages.
Getting in fights at schools, leaving in bandages.
Maybe that’s why I became an activist.
With an active list.
Of changes that I see fit.
Just a young kid that grew up in E-town,
That got into the rap thing since grade seven,  
As I needed something to release all my pent up aggression. An artistic kid, treated as an autistic kid.
That was never understood so he always hid.
Searching for an outlook in.
Wondering if it was possible to whiten up my skin.
To be honest that's how I started, I rocked with it,
hoping for acceptance because I hated always being the misfit.
I was the awkward kid that could only hang out with the emo's and the druggies or geeks;
I never fit in, a Christian kid made fun of because he was a Jesus freak.
That's why I get mad or question God;
Wondering where was God,
Can he truly help me when I feel caved in?
The world took me in,
To a life filled with so much sin,
I had lost my way, in a world that I thought decayed,
Leaving me astray as a slave.
I see it as I walk through out the day.
The fear in peoples eyes but I just wanted to play.
I just wanted a place to stay.
Where everything could be okay.
Trying to find the line,
What is it that divides?
Searching for the truth,
What is it that makes me-me?
I just want to flee, to escape reality.
I never chose to live; I never chose to be this way,
Living an existence full of foul play.
I worked hard to change myself,
Hoping the world would follow.
But it never did, people have made their bed.
It always goes to the highest bid.
For money speaks more to the hearts of men.
A materialistic love drenched in sin.
We treat it like it's worth something, but to me it's ugly.
It symbolizes separation between the poor and the rich;
With no time for those who don't make it.
It's time to say enough is enough,
And stop having our head up our ***** and grow up.
It's our choice to make life better, so what if there is pressure?
We can get through it together.

Sleeping in a **** soaked mattress,
With sounds of gunshots,
That keep me up late.
Got me all depressed,
Wondering if I’m next to be popped in the chest.
But the question is…
Will it be by my own people?
Or by the cops?
Gang mentality is my ******* reality,
Every day comes with a new tragedy.
In slums called reservations,
Wishing I wasn’t Cree.
For all I see is starvation.
And my family,
The ones that are supposed to protect me.
Are out drinking.
Leaving me and siblings scrambling,
Looking for scraps in dumpsters.
And than at night we hide from monsters.
That try to sneak in our beds,
Having their way till our eyes bleed red.
Praying to God, that I’d drop dead.

Growing up on the Rez,
Where you can’t even trust your own friends.
Growing up in trauma,
Because society tried to have us cleansed.

Growing up on the Rez,
Unable to get ahead,
Growing up in trauma,
Confined and ensnared.

Some months I wonder where my parents went?
Probably on another ******.
Or maybe in they in jail or some AA centre.
Trying their hardest to forget.
Being ***** by nuns, priests, and teachers.
Maybe that explains my dads hot temper.
And starts to lose control a becomes an abuser.
Slamming my brothers and sisters, against  some phony happy family pictures.
And there’s no use going to hospital centres.
Cause they’d rather let you die, than help some prairie ******.
And maybe all this abuse,
Got me all confused, whether I like Peter’s or Beavers.
Which than leads to wondering,
If I’ve been cursed by the Creator.
Wondering when he’s going drop a crater,
On a this savage sinner.
And if that’s the case,
For my last dinner.
I’ll take some real genuine love, that can break the chains of being bitter.

Growing up on the Rez,
Where you can’t even trust your own friends.
Growing up in trauma,
Because society tried to have us cleansed.

Growing up on the Rez,
Unable to get ahead,
Growing up in trauma,
Confined and ensnared.

oh, the pity, the grief, the disappointment, the lies. So shameful, so depressing, so disgraced from society.  The hate, the pain of  no acceptance, so guilty. Bad decisions, bad choices, the lies that can never be taken away, they just linger in you, taking away joy, love, and peace. And for what, the only answer to be found is nothing. It's all for nothing in the long run, trying to save your skin, but end up getting grinded into the pavement. Stupid, stupid choices!

Left to watch as friends turns to fiends,
Overdose and make a scene.
Shooting up their tendons, yearning for a meaning.
Or they get shot up by the po-po cause they don’t resemble Mr. Clean.
Same **** different story from coast to coast if people actually bothered listening.
Left sitting watching finding dory instead of finding myself.
Wish I could give a **** about my mental health.
But society treats it like a joke.
So, I drown my sorrows and have a ****.
I’m down bad, Guzzling cans of alcohol out the canon like I’m bulbasaur.
Recovery is a buzzkill, watch me flounder in withdrawal like I’m magic carp.
Can’t hear them roars through the muzzle,
Silenced to the core.
Society hits harder than the floor, never thought I’d fall deeper into the dark.
Yet I keep wanting more and more!
Become your friendly neighbour hood addict man.
Till I get arrested for exposing my Peter in the park.
***** effective for my foes, like taking a hit straight through the nose.
The Taste of smack reaching the degenerate brain, knocking neurones over like dominoes.
Dictating erratic philosophy so don’t get too close.
Living In a state of apathy, thinking the answers in the readers palms.
But ya can’t escape the lie in belief, cause that said **** is strong.
Can one’s rights nullify another’s wrongs.
A victim can justify as easily as I can write rhymes in these songs.
Like a straw man looks for crumbs.
Instead of examining outside they lawns.
The bias of their ignorance remains prolonged.
Like a joke about a bear with them great big.. pause.

Haiku's no one likes them,
people just put random stuff in them,
they are really really stupid.

I just don't understand people,
they think they are being very creative,
but really they are not.

A sickly reaction,
That causes some caution.
Where brains have snapped like twigs.
A death as sweet as a fig.

In the hollow night,
Where the true terrors hide in plain sight.
A gripping despair,
With the inner monster appearing in the mirror.

A devilish figure,
With fingers sharper,
Than the sickle of the grim reaper.

As it draws closer.
Flowers wither.
As it draws closer.
Ready to devour my fear.
That to him is a gravy type flavour.

As I stare into its bottomless abyss for eyes.
I hear other souls that have been consumed cry.
As I stare into those dismal eyes.
I know I can’t escape.
For it’s presence leaves me paralyzed.

With a breath that blankets me,
In a cold embrace.
As its shadow slowly consumes me.
My last thought lingers inside my happy place.

Hard way
Do things the hard way so they got out torture devices and untested injections because of my anti-establishment choices. But **** it I’m ready bring on each course, for I’m strong with the force. Brain already gone, and can’t lie I get Cobain thoughts every time I see a gun. The hard way for that’s the only way I live by, so bring it on ***** yeah I’m ready to roll that die. Game of chance, and it’s also a game that sometimes requires doing a little dance. Threats from all directions but what is a bluff and what is serious, for this be the tightrope we all walk along hoping to God we keep our fearlessness. Cold War mindset, with fingers ready to press the button if only we had hindsight. That it’ll hurt us both but **** it for its all a **** measuring contest yeah who needs Gods wrath. We’ll burn ourselves nicely without his input, but we don’t care for we to busy focusing on our consumerist products. Soon we will become a third world nation, but lately we haven’t been able to find common senses’ location. Blinded by a divide between us and them, for we are right and they’re the problem. Minority’s vs whites, nation vs nation, and gender roles man and it all turns into ugly fights. Plus we use religion as a justification to why we are right, but I think those who do that have lost their sight. You say I’m off my rocker, but I ain’t no smoker, or do midnight poker, nor am I some joker. I’m stuck in the middle of you, play both sides that it will turn your brown eye blue. Do things the hard way dude, and I don’t need to do collabs or a crew.  I do things the hard way for I started with nada but i used my natural magic gift for there no such things as gene’s or cosmo and Wanda.  Do things the hard way by writing bars that can make one say **** and it don’t even need to be Friday. Do things the hard way like my shots, double jacks, prairie fires, *****, and scotch. Classy j molding these bars as if they were clay, and I’d be down to doing the 5 fingers of death so somebody call up sway. Got no manager but I manage it alright here, for I do things the hard way and the day of achieving my dream is becoming more near. So bring it on show me what you got, for one day all eyes will be on me just like pac.

They had a policy in the school, which was simple; silence in class when you hear a harmonica. It worked: every class, and every hallway, there was silence. The name was blacked out-expelled, no, found "incapable" as he refused to be silent when the teacher sounded the single note on the harmonica. Incompatible, is what they called it when a student was removed without the formalities of expulsion. What no one knew was that the tone of the single harmonica note filled him with dread. It took him right back to that terrible day, that he's tried so hard to block out of his mind. To block the painful memories, all he could think to do whenever the note pealed out in class was to start screaming loudly in an attempt to down it all. Loudly saying anything, whatever came to his mind. Which is why he was expelled with "incompatibility", it was just so unfair, so now while the rest of his classmates set in classrooms he set in the park across the street. Wondering what to do, wondering how soon the news of his "incompatibility" would reach his uncle. With all this going on, no one bothers to ask why he is like this. A rebel kid, always misunderstood, just some ****** scoundrel, a poor boy with no parents to teach him; being left with a drunk and abusive uncle. He knows he can't go to that cruel home, so he just walks with no where to go, suspended from life and expelled by the world. Now a man left with a bunch of regrets from all his bad mistakes, no one wants to hear his apology, they would rather him rot in that prison cell.

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.

Waiting at auntie’s place,
Waiting for a father,
That would never show,
So, instead me and aunty would play games.
To escape my tearful flow.
At aunties place drinking creamer straight up.
The sweetness fuelled me for hours.
Playing in parks or doing activities.
Until my mom would come pick me up.
Where I would have to discuss,
The pent up feelings I had for my father,
Once again not showing up.
Does he even love me?
Does he even give a ****?
These thoughts and questions haunted me,
The trauma followed me.
Acted up in school, but instead of empathy.
Teachers told me to man up.
How the **** can I man up?
Without a father figure; who is also older than me,
Unable to man up?
These thoughts and questions haunted me,
With self-hatred, self-harm, and negativity following me.
Inflicting harm to a once warm and innocent heart.

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

love runs down the river of life
rebuke these rivers of love for all it brings is pain
worlds and realms all collapse because of love
hatred darkening moods and souls of men
hardening even the most somber of man's hearts
how it saturates our conscience, to do things the mind can't control
leaving all in misery and woe
inundating all of society till it crashes down
what is the meaning of love and hate bearing down on our emotions
leaving us in dangerous states

Heart shaped moon.
Baby it’s true.
Yes it’s true, it’s true.
My love is as big as the moon.
Baby it’s true, it’s true.
That I’m in love with you.
I can’t believe.
Oh, I can’t believe.
That some days.
I’m with you.
Baby it’s true.
Yes it’s true, oh it’s true.
I’m in love with you.
Dreaming of the moon.
Where I was with you.
Dreaming of the moon.
Kissing you.
Soft comfort consumes me.
Butterflies surround me.
Is this what love is?
I’ve always heard about it.
But never once believed it.
Never once believed someone could love me.
Especially when for the longest time I didn’t even love me.
I was scared of being hurt.
Because I’ve been hurt before.
I was afraid of the future.
To have a child.
To fall out of love.
To take that next step.
Down that aisle.
Awaiting you.
In that white dress.
Looking happy.
Happy to be with someone like me.
You could’ve chosen anyone.
But you chose me.
It’s like a dream.
Is this make believe?
Is this what love is?
For me and love never saw eye to eye.
I was about to give up.
But then I saw you.
And you saw me.
Your eyes that pierced my heart.
Like Cupid’s arrow.
Never thought I would ever feel something.
Something where words can’t fully describe.
It’s like looking at the moon.
Sitting next to you.
If this is love, I hope it never ends.
Dreaming of the moon.
Where I first met you.
Dreaming of the moon.
Kissing you.

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.

Summer time, things are starting to heat up, the temperature is rising, and this is the time to let your *** up. Yeah party party, with more revealing clothes, drinking every night, and in the day we be browsing all the stores. Heat wave, not a time to behave, forget everything and let loose, not a good time to stay safe and isolated in your cave. Oh yeah, classy j splashing in, blasting in, feeling the heat man, yeah I be going in. Now hold up, hold up, look up look up, not a time to look down bro, its a celebration man, so pass me that red cup. New groove, new mood, my status is growing; I'm no longer as shrewd. Heat wave, yeah it is hot hot hot, tongue twisting yawl into unbreakable knots, knots, knots. On fire, cut the wire, I will never tire, keeping my opinion more middle grounded, the heat is pushing me up man, and yeah I just keep going higher. Raving, tutting, going all out, don't stop the party, man imma make you all scream and shout. Shut up and live in the moment, just do it, because this your time, this is a time to make yourself a moment. Heat wave, gateway, get away, chill out with bae, new at the force but we'll get used to it just like ray. Spitting the hot fire call me a fire ******, going up in rankings until I become the number one contender. Not going read no hate mail man I'll just click return to sender, going on tours everywhere man so you best be checking your calendars. Oh yeah, keep my flow going, never ever slowing, coming at you like a heat wave, I'm a star that will forever be glowing. I'll be going from show to show, thankful that I can, so I personally want to acknowledge and thank all you fans.