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Classy J Oct 2019
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Verse: 1
Uh, check it!
Centripetal force coursing through the veins,
Mixed with henny, speeding through multiple lanes.
Rudimentary devil, spewing coarse language defying parental guidelines.
Villain of the century, swooning hearts whilst dismantling traditional racist designs.
Such craftiness, isn’t it wild?
That our worlds filled with such nastiness.
Bringing truth brought forth from past experience.
Yet people still look at me like some incompetent child!
But I’ll continue fighting,even if I end up like John Coffey from the Green Mile.
Plunging propaganda down the toilet,
Expunging paraphernalia that has left us exploited.
That’s why you shouldn’t underestimate an apple.
Classiness defiled, how vile, engulfing youth into the Bermuda Triangle.
Barracuda coming for ya,
In order to scramble the status quo.
A hero seen as a foe,
Misunderstood like Edgar Allen Poe.
A hero seen as a foe.
Misunderstood like the edge lord shadow.
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Verse:2
Chaos stems from abuse of power,
That will burn us like a fire power up flower.
But once that power is stripped away,
All your left with is scared little cowards.
So, why do we continue being submissive to these rat *******?
Why don’t we question their status of master?
That wasn’t achieved but ascribed to fit dominant factors.
Making slaves of those they deem as common denominators.
Thinking they are the Luke skywalker’s of the story,
But are actually the Darth Vader’s.
Thinking those oppressed will simply forgive them if they say sorry.
Well, sorry but come back when your ready to change policies.
Ready to change racist terminology.
Ready to tax the wealthy and give it to the rest of our struggling economy.
Ready to make the curriculum honest.
You want our trust.
We want laws and legislation to not be racist and biased!
Ultimately, we are calling for justice!
We should no longer be foes.
Don’t ya know?
It’s not to late to become a hero.
Don’t you know?
We are all just misunderstood like Edgar Allen Poe.
Don’t ya know?
We are all just misunderstood like the edge lord shadow.
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Classy J Sep 2014
I was so high, with no worries in sight, dreaming of being up in the clouds. I have fallen so far, I hate to fall, it hurts, I don't know why I even live. I want to be better, but my mind gets caught up in blinding fog. Down the rabbit hole, drifting away the waters like a dead log. I know you're there when I fall, and with you're help I may rise. You carry me when I'm injured, I deserve to be tossed into the flames but by your grace I am saved. By your grace and mercy I am healed, I grow stronger day by day, to be with you in the clouds one day.
Classy J Apr 2015
Wrath transforms from Rage
Anger fuels the Rage
Death comes with Vengeance
Sadness comes to survivors
Pain creates the Anger
Which fuels the Rage, which transforms into Wrath, which brings Death that causes Vengeance. That co-exists with Sadness and Pain which is constantly repeated throughout history. That has got us where we are today, Survivors in a injured world
Classy J Jan 17
Feels like I’m on the brink,
Every time I open up my pie hole.
Will I live to see another cinco de mayo?
Hold up gotta let that **** sink.
Before it numbs out cause of the wine-o.
That liquid courage, that helps me nab some fine **’s.
I’m fine though, I swear I don’t need no shrink!
Knowing **** well I’ll end up either in jail, rehab or like Amy Winehouse.
And I know it’s a miracle I lived this long, cause trust me bud I had my doubts.
Gotta **** around to find out.
Reality sure ain’t no Mickey Mouse clubhouse.
(Insert mickey voice and gun fire)
Ain’t sleep a wink in a minute.
Got One eye open playing paw patrol.
Looking out for the monsters ink cause I ain’t complicit.
I’m Just a paranoid guy spacing out to rock and roll.
Eating bats and other **** deemed explicit.
As if the Prince of darkness has taken over my soul.
Riling up the media to distract the dimwits.
From the Illuminati, if you know you know.
But as they say one gotta be careful if one spills it.
Cause you’ll Get suicided like Epstein in a hot minute!
Classy J Aug 2020
Lord hold me.
For I feel weak.
Lord help me.
I can’t even speak.

The words of my heart are scattered,
They say you care for me more than the birds,
Yet I’m bruised and battered.
I’m so weary and scared.
Stripped bare,
To the bone.
Sometimes I feel so alone.
Had so much pride,
But now I’ve fallen like Rome.
Had thoughts of suicide,
Wanted to put a gun to my dome.
I was so angry and depressed,
Wondering why you wouldn’t give me rest.
If this were a test,
I can’t really say I’ve done my best.
For my flesh is weak,
Got me sinning every day of the week.
Wondering how I could enter church,
With ***** feet?
And I’m sorry lord,
That all I seem to do is complain and weep.
But it feels like I’m a lost sheep.
It like I’ve been rowing in a river,
While my boat leaks.
Pretending that my own hubris doesn’t reek.
As I’m cursing your name,
While viewing salvation like it was an antique.

Lord hold me.
For I feel weak.
Lord help me.
I can’t even speak.

The thoughts in my mind grow murky,
Drinking fire water but yet I’m still thirsty,
Thinking I can quench this thirst,
With *******.
Believing I can quench this thirst,
Without you there filling me.
With your love, joy and peace.
God help me be released.
From this beast,
That eats away at my soul.
Tricking me like I’m a fool.
And for the longest time I was a fool,
For faking myself in order to fit in with what society says is cool.
Started breaking rules,
Hanging out with friends who always be skipping school,
As I yearned for acceptance.
So, I shook hands with the temptress.
Dancing around in circles,
Avoiding any progress.
Was too dizzy to focus,
Giving up my blessings to the locusts.
As I grew hopeless,
You renewed my purpose.
Knowing that all along...

You were holding me,
When I was weak.
You were helping me.
Giving me the chance to speak.
Life into death.
So, Lord May I never lose sight,
As long as I have breath.
Classy J Nov 2014
poverty stricken, looking for some kind of sign
constrained,confined, nothing here is Devine
constricted, afflicted, everyone here is addicted
this is the street life, hard to tell whose the victim
Classy J Feb 2018
Hood boy
Wear sweaters all the time that’s why people call me a hood boy but it’s all good for I grew up in the hood boy so no wonder that I never had a proper boy hood. So why does society expect me to attain manhood? It’s hardest being an artist, so focused on everything thing else but regardless. I hope you understand me, and I don’t know what you expect of me. Why do ya always got to glare at me, for I’m just like you but the way I grew up keeps a distance between you and me. Just because I ain’t got currency you expect me to get things by burglary or end up in the penitentiary for battery. Don’t get mad at me I’m just working in a system that you created, just a hood boy that got everything confiscated. Just my ascribed status not much I can do, just my undenied madness must need some medication to seem sensible to your upper class white man view. But ignore me I’m just a hood boy on the wrong side of the tracks, so don’t try to reform me for your just like ted to my Lorax. **** me over and it wouldn’t end any differently even if I found me a four leaf clover. Cloven in garments and jewels yet the system is rigged for the rest of us but no matter if we play this consumerist game or not we are still deemed ****** fools. Fools for thinking we can attain the American dream for that ***** just an evergreen pipe dream. On the other hand we fools for not making something of ourselves in society, we just deemed lazy *** people bumming welfare just a burden on the notoriety. Cause someone needs to pay for taxes some how and why aren’t anyone raising their eyebrows. Maybe they just cover it with their hoodies, for we to scared to cause a ruckus for those upper class piggies. For they may squeal and whimper, and we don’t want to deal with those spoiled brats tempers. And ain’t no body really understand it’s like them trying to pronounce worchester, so ******* despicable you think I was cat Sylvester. But whatever it’s just a pointless endeavour, and I would be better if I had the chance to show that I’m clever. But whatever I’m just a boy who loves wearing his sweaters, but whatever that our different cultures can never be two birds of a feather. But whatever matter we better off, but whatever maybe we continue to shrug it off.
Classy J Oct 2021
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!
Classy J Jan 2021
Silenced, prisoners of democracy.
The violence, that breeds disparity.
Words that poison all of humanity.
Hopeless, in the face of adversity.
Wondering what would it be like?
To be different.
Wondering what would it be like?
For humans to not be ignorant.
Trapped, wrapped in red tape.
Chained, handcuffed by snakes.
Identity forgotten with languages replaced.
Wondering what would it be like?
To work together instead of fight?
Wondering what would it be like?
If instead of focusing on the dark,
We’d focus towards the light?
To reach out for hope that is in our sights.
Breaking away from chains that took our might.
Tearing off the hateful words,
That has made us feel like *****.
Wondering what would it look like?
Once wrongs were made right.
Wondering what would it feel like?
To be accepted for what I look like.
Classy J Nov 2020
They strip us from our homes,
Tear up all our clothes.
Cutting up our hair, which was our strength.
Washing away our disease, for heaven’s sake.
Beat us for speaking our language.
And if we revolt they lock us away in cages.
Is there hope for a better life?
When we are still looked at as savages?
Watching as sisters end up missing.
Watching as brothers end up on the streets tweaking.
Is there hope for a better life?
When we are still looked at as the problem?
Watching fathers sip the fire water, get angry and start the beating.
Watching mothers grow submissive to the patriarchy prison.
Is there hope for a better life?
With the barriers that still exist within our society’s system?
Classy J Jan 2015
Oh Hamlet, what a troubled life you had in the end
How cruel, How sad, How fast was your life
I still can't believe you are gone, my dear lord and friend
You bravely avenged your father and this kingdom's honour
To be or not to be, noble Hamlet our friendship was like honey to bee's
Oh my wretched soul, does ache for your quick dismissal
I don't know how your true self stayed sane in all the insanity
Your story shall live on through time, that this deed may not come again
You were like a brother to me and I to you
May your soul find heaven along with your great father
It hurts to much to say goodbye, so for now adieu till I see thee again.
Classy J Oct 2016
Step by step, breath by breath, I climb closer to death. Taking a pounding by life day by day, waking up and downing down another pill or drink because though it shiny outside, all I see is grey. Questioning life, questioning myself, hell I even question God, I know the drill, time for me to take another hit by the world's rod. How I wish to turn to sod, how I wish to just jump in front of the road. I don't complain, I just say the facts, can I get hit by a plane, or hide myself in between the cracks? Suicidal tendencies, I thought I was done with thee, and no I'm not telling you this for some kind of sympathy. I'm just being real, unleashed pandora's seal, feelings are harder for me to conceal. Unleashing my inner hulk, it's takes everything to keep on hoping instead of just sitting their and continue to sulk. Every day is a constant struggle, every day I keep having on to jump over these stupid hurdles. Caught in the rain, caught up in my pain, so many times I just wanted to put a bullet through my brains. Fire, Earth, Air and Rain, how can I manage these elements, how do I keep myself sane? Head says I'm a failure, it says I'm unworthy, that I'm a traitor, that I don't deserve mercy. On the picket fence, always playing defence, trying to figure out how to make this world make sense. Getting caught up in what I hate, feels like i'm starting to rot, is this just fate? Do what I say, not what I do, which way should I choose, if I am blind how do I fix my view? Am I to die this way? Am I to stay this way? How can one live if they're are starting to decay? How do I not go array, how do I know you won't leave me astray. How do I stay classy? How can I escape this shadowy valley? Writing out what my heart is saying, but my mind set is stuck  and constantly swaying. Should I do this, should I do that, how can I attain bliss and never again hit the mat? Life isn't perfect, it takes awhile to even garner any person's respect. Life is what is what you make it, you either leave it or take it. Angels and demons, how do i remain faithful when I constantly do things that makes me no better than a heathen? These are the things I think about, I know one day I may finally get a touchdown. I'm resilient, don't worry I know that I'll hold out, you can try to punch me out, but you will never take me out!
Classy J Jun 2020
Sometimes I feel so low,
Other times I feel so high,
Bi-polar emotions causing varied reactions,
The chemistry inside of me sure can get taxing,
Wishing I could sit back and start relaxing,
But when anxiety strikes,
When depression strikes,
It’s like I’m on a roller coaster,
Been burnt so much might as well call me a toaster,
People say I need a wake up call but I ain’t got me no rooster,
I got so much to offer yet I can’t help but feel like a loser,
Growing up in sewers...
Man should’ve known I’d be treated like a monster.
I can’t even go out shopping without hearing freeze buster,
We got you surrounded with blasters and helicopters.
****, man I was just trying to buy me some milk and cereal,
Racial profiling in 2020, is this for real?
Just because my skins coloured doesn’t mean imma steal,
Just because my skins coloured doesn’t mean I’m out to ****.
I’m just trying to make a living in flawed system,
That could showcase all my slaughtered ancestors fossils in a museum,
Tell me again how my ethnicity is deemed the problem?
No wonder I feel so low,
Wanting to get real high,
To cope with how I’m seen as a crow,
A vermin that needs to get shot down from the sky.
Sometimes I just want to cry,
Other times I want to die,
Which makes me ask...
Why are yawl surprised that minorities mental health issues are on the rise?
Instead of being hanged by rope we are hanged by ties.
With jail houses becoming the new slave trade franchise.
Becoming objectified in thee eyes,
Till the humanity is drained out,
In order to become “civilized”.
Such is the divide that separates the haves and have nots.
Putting them in asylums and using therapies that literally shock.
Throwing stones and slander, saying we are a cancer.
And that we need to get over it, expecting us to say Oakley Dokley like we ******* Ned Flanders.
Can humanity get more low,
And can racial tensions get any more high?
How long will we remain ignorant,
Believing corporations lies?
How many more have to die?
Tell me how many have to die!
Classy J Jun 2015
Cold world, with a gold lust, with a heart stuck in the darkness of greed. There is no escape from the envious world. Greed is good, they said, but everyone accepted that the reality was something else. They, the inhabitant stirred as the search for the other had begun. What existed before was forgotten, buried in a past, buried away which was accepted as a good thing. For most, the impulse; the need to have others feel one another's need was elfish as well- can't they feel what I need?" Can't they know what I am thinking? All they do is think of themselves! Those who I have hired to invest my earnings for me, then they go and spend my profit for their own profit. How dare they take a slice for themselves, rob me from what was mine. What kind of deal is this? Cruelty begets cruelty, I guess this world and I have one thing in common we are a disease!
Classy J Feb 2019
Huddled on the inside.
Muffled noises hoping the shadow doesn’t come inside.
Wondering when is the right moment to cry.
For you know at any moment you could die.
Cuddled together, hiding from the monsters that be drawing near.
With loaded burdens and barrels of bullets that are laced with fear.
Texting goodbyes just in case one does not make it out of here.
Praying for miracles and hoping God can hear.
Trying our best to stay safe when the devilish fiend appears.
Watching as class mates drop like flies and blood splatters everywhere.
Traumatized and terrified wishing we were any where but here.
Then cops yell to us to get out of here, and line up the shooter.
However, sometimes the cops are to late to be our saviours.
Or even if they get the perpetrator on time,
We still have to live on while also crying for those we lost who were so dear.
This is an incident that happens every ******* year.
In 2018 there was 82 school shootings with 51 killed which makes me wonder?
Wonder how it’s not clear that our generation needs to be repaired.
I just want to be ok going to school but I guess that’s to hard to ask for in this day and age.
And maybe we are too desensitized to be outraged.
For these 691 incidents have become as normal as one’s pay wage.
But I believe we need to change and once again be engaged otherwise we will stay caged in this desolate stage.
Classy J May 24
Let me tell you a story.
A story of hurt, pain and eventual healing.

Once upon a time, there was a boy as joyous as could be.
A boy once described as a gentle giant.
Who had big dreams and aspirations for the future.
A boy happy and proud of being their authentic self.
Was taught about the importance of culture and the sacrifices of his ancestors.
Was taught the truth about our shared history; a truth that would soon be undermined, rejected and punished.
Where innocence died and his colour became villainized.
The day he  first went outside his house.
The day that pride and happiness shattered and reality became tattered.
The day his heart became bruised and battered.
Where the gentle giant became an angry monster like the Incredible Hulk.
Except for the part where he felt anything but incredible.
Humans sure can be cruel.
Illusions of difference kept up by oppressive rules.
And those unable to see beyond it, truly are the biggest fools.
Blind truly lead the blind, for real.
Some call it cynical, some call it political, yet many ignore the pain it yield’s.
But unlike bread for many like this boy it’s hard to rise.
Hard to overcome all the factors that keep many sidelined.
Left to pretend everything’s fine.
When it’s obviously not.
Healing is hard; it takes time.
Especially when many of your friends die.
Believing in the lie’s.
Who’s to blame?
Perhaps everyone is.
Which got many like the little boy wondering?
Are we monsters by choice or by circumstance?
Perhaps both?
Perhaps neither?
All I know is many are hurting.
All I know is people are crying.
Which makes the little boy wonder?
How many tears are enough to create change?
How many deaths does it take to create change?
All the boy knows is he’s alive and has overcame.
All he knows is that it took years to heal, and understand that he isn’t insane.
Or some monster that needs to be tamed.
He knows that he may be indigenous, but he’s human all the same.
And he hopes he can help others like him someday.
Classy J Jul 2019
Started out doubtful,
Lost at sea like my boy fievel,
Partying every night yet I was spiteful,
Mouth full of things yet was not thankful.
Always wanting more,
Yeah I was a carnivore,
Was so rich yet so poor.
Had everything yet was empty to the core.
Smiles as phony as some real fake doors.
Hoping one day I would be on the Forbes.
For I yearned for the illusion of grandeur.
For I was tired,
Tired of being barred,
Barred from what society deemed popular,
But popularity only has so much allure,
It certainly is not a cure.
In fact I would say it’s more of a cancer.
That becomes as obsolete as a blockbuster.
And I can no longer be an actor.
Faking smiles and shaking hands with gators.
Or Catering to dictators,
For I’m an innovator,
A lyrical operator.
And a educator,
That spits lyrics with high energy like a particle accelerator.
Yeah I am unlike the rest of yawl common denominators.
U gotta understand,
Ain’t no way to truly comprehend,
What it is like to come from nothing,
And make it into something.
Yet still remembering,
Where one came from.
When one barely had any income.
Gotta stay humble man,
Because tomorrow it could all disappear fam.
Classy J Apr 2019
Sitting in the dark, smoking up a blunt, feeling unfazed and untouched.
Untouched by people’s hatred for me because I don’t conform to their social construct.
Gazing at the stars while these phonies try to front.
But when that don’t work they try to confront.
So I dove in the river and ducked.
Now on the run I can’t lie I feel lonely.
For a long time it was like that till I meet some homies.
That showed me the ropes and how to stay low key.
While also make some bank by hussling some cronies.
As well as keeping a watchful eye on the police.
Counting my blessings when in a jam they aren’t able to find me.
But if they do i know brothers might take me back with open arms when I’m out or try to ice me.
But that all depends if I give names or spill details about our criminal activities.
But I’d never rat on family.
Especially when this supposed civilized culture is actually filled with so much savagery.
It’s crazy how a gang can actually have more of a morality than its own society.
Classy J May 2014
I walk along day by day, getting water for my family
Every hour since the hour I wake up to do this
Some days the only thing I eat is the dust of the wind blowing in my face
Dry heat smacks me around as if I didn't even matter
This is my life, it may look crummy to you, but it’s my life
I am a candle; the light that keeps me going is hope for a better day

Not only am I the water boy, but I’m also the chief
I protect my family; I keep our language and our identity
I am the chef, I use what little food we have and make something from it
I get tired but I make sure nothing is left undone
This is my life, it may look crummy to you, but it’s my life
I am a candle, giving hope and courage to dark situations

Even if my light burns out, another light will replace me
Even if I am discouraged, my family will be there to encourage me again
Even if I am beaten down to the point of death, I will never give up
Even if the water gets ****** up dry, I keep on going till I can find some more
This is my life, it may look crummy to you, but it’s my life
I am a candle, keeping my family positive that we will make it out alright
Classy J Jun 2020
I just can’t breathe,
This world is so cold man,
Sometimes I just can’t believe.
For so long I’ve been so afraid man.
To open up about what it’s like to live in a world filled with hate.
Sometimes I dream about making a great escape.
For I just feel imprisoned,
Which is ironic when society treats me like I’m some ape.
If only I could eat at the same table and eat the same food on nice plates.
As those who never think twice,
Of the privilege that obscures their vision like the three blind mice.
I guess it’s too much to ask for a voice,
Just a product of my environment,
Do I really have a choice?
I’ve had to fight for my slice,
Graduated in 16 yet once I step outside I lose all my civil rights.
This **** ain’t right,
That racism still persists like how the **** does society sleep at night?
It’s like everyday is nightmare,
And people in power they don’t fight fair.
I’m a God fearing man yet somehow my skin colour gives police a scare,
Knock my out *** without remorse or even a care.
And if they choose to shoot me or strangle me how does that restore peace or rapport?
Like all your going to accomplish is a ******* race war!
Classy J Sep 2020
Once we were chained,
Once we were slain,
It was our skin to blame.
A pride turned into shame.
Looked at as beasts to tame.
Scapegoated as the ones to blame.
A land once free,
A land ***** in the name of religious prosperity.
Running red to fill the wine of bellies.
That treated our race like a felony.
Trying to wash away the shame,
But the colour won’t come off of thee.
However, no longer will we.
Remain idle or Stay silent.
No longer will we,
Watch as our brothers and sisters end up missing or killed.
No longer will we,
Let history repeat itself.
For we are on this earth together.
We are all humans.
No one is lesser or superior than another.
So, let’s work together towards a better future.
Classy J Nov 2016
So much not yet accomplished, I still want to leave yawl astonished. I promise to give it my all and try not to fall. I love yawl, I need yawl, I want yawl to hear me and see me for what I am and join me on this free fall.  Release everything holding you back, don't be beaten by the obstacles and demons that try to block you, or attack you. If I die tonight, I pray the world to be all right, if I die tonight, I hope my message never loses sight. If I die young, may the people I’ve reached stay strong. If I die young, may you not stay numb with emotion, if I go before my time may you not get any suicidal notions! It is what it is, this just apart of living, this is why I keep giving, and though things seem to be reeling, a helping hand is all I need for healing. Ashes to ashes, message to reach the masses; taking yawl through some moral classes. Classy J I will not always be here to stay, but I make sure to live each day like it was my last day. If I die young I will be among friends and family, a place where we are no longer burdened by this toxic humanity. If I die may we never say goodbye, if I die to early please don't cry. Remember me for who I was or used to be, life happens man, there are bound to be fatalities. Live life, love life, be happy and make the most of this life. Because you'll never know which day could be your last, and life can go by so fast. So take a breath every now and again, be yourself and make some friends.
Classy J Dec 2016
Gates of my soul for the longest time forgot to be open and glow. Broken and battered from all the years. That all changed when you walked in, but I don't know if I have the courage to tell you how I feel. What do I have to lose when I have nothing left to lose. If you only knew, if you only knew that I haven't felt this way in a long time. That  moment when your smile lifted my spirits and brought hope back into my life. If you only knew what I think of you. When I was low your presence kept me high. If only you knew how much I find it attractive when you are so nice to others and look at things with so much positivity. If you only knew that like you I want to make this world better. If you only knew that even though we don't really know each other; that in a heart beat I would move a mountain for you. You make me want to be better, you make me see the world clearer. If you only knew that I never had the courage to ask you out. But no more, I can't risk losing someone so precious again. I can't live another second being too late to ask this time. If you only knew how hard it is for me to build up my courage. But I promise that when the time come I will tell you.
Classy J Aug 2022
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!
Classy J May 2020
In these valleys I tally these fallacies,
Just a casualty of existence.
In these valleys I wallow like a willow I’m hallow,
Just an anomaly that survives by persistence.

Through the dark I pray for sparks,
In the day I’m flooded wishing for Noah’s ark.
Depression sure hits harder than a step father,
But because I’m a guy society can’t be bothered.
Sometimes I just wish I could be a martyr like Martin Luther King.
For like him I have a dream,
That one day that happiness isn’t defined as having all the cream.
For you can have it all yet be the loneliest and most miserable King or Queen.
Yeah I have a dream,
That the people in the world will cut off their puppet strings.
For there is just so much we don’t know that’s keep behind the scenes.
Yeah I got a dream,
That skin colour doesn’t bias towards condemnation but instead towards true freedom.
To going anywhere without fear of being gunned down because of residing in a corrupt system.
That was programmed by powerful white privileged white mon,
That scapegoats minorities as a nuance and a problem.
But I have a dream, yeah I got a dream.
That my future children can grow up in a world without persecution.
That my future children can grow up without the barriers of a system engrained with racism.
Yeah I got a dream, oh I got a dream.

Even through the valleys where I count all these fallacies I will not let go of my dreams.
Even if I’m just a casualty of existence I will fight for my dreams.
Even if I feel hollow like a willow that wallows I will scream for my dreams.
Even if I’m an anomaly, my persistence will follow me to attain all my dreams.
Classy J May 2023
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.
Classy J Jan 2021
As soon as I talk about ***,
They slap a label of explicitly,
Yet *** is a natural beauty,
That has been distorted as raunchy,
A taboo subject that is nasty,
Yet has created you and me.
So, sorry not sorry.
Imma discuss about it G.
So, check it.
My girl wetter than a tsunami,
Wanting my pastrami,
Which works for me,
Because I’m hungry for her cookie,
So, ***** where *** and food,
Becomes a imbued deli.
Carnal creatures popping off their cherries.
******* on my jerky like it was bubble tea.
As I’m munching on her nectarine.
A embrace more savoury,
Than a crispy cream.
Taking it to the shower,
Because I like it when her buns are steamed.
I treat my girl like a Queen,
She is more than her body.
I know saying this, isn’t mainstream.
But it’s important to dig in to it,
Like it’s a bowl of vermicelli.
My girls compassion is sweeter than ice cream.
And her laugh bounces like jelly.
She is a powerful force that some men might find scary.
But I personally find it ****,
Because she completes me.
Where I lack she helps me.
When I cry she comforts me.
The only one who understands the real me.
She imbues the deli of my soul,
And keeps me grounded like gravity.
Classy J Oct 2014
clouded in deception, lost in adversity, trying to find out who I am. All the lie's with little truth hidden inside, a myth that all it is. I been walking through day by day dealing with people's B.S, all I do, it's like I'm stuck on a broken record. Lost and annoyed, no longer having patience, broken by hypocrisy and deception. Drifting like a log, not knowing where I'm going, just going with the flow. For to long I have keep quiet, it's time to go to shore and be myself. Time to tell the hard truth, I'm an outcast, but I just can't handle being society's robot. It's time to not take the B.S others throw at me. You thought you broke me, but I stand a better man, I was weak but now I'm strong.  No longer being confined, for the first time in a long time I feel alive.
Classy J Dec 2018
Hook:
If I told you how I truly feel
Would run or stay real?
You say you want to help me,
But you can’t seem help yourself.
You say you wanna love me,
But don’t seem to love yourself.
Rotten flesh yet we think there’s nothing wrong.
Got the leprosy, yeah I’m literally falling apart.
Crying loudly, so how can I stay strong?

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

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

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

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

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

Bridge 2:
Fake smiles that have no meaning,
Supposed happiness can be so misleading!
Would you help me find the meaning?
For my emotions are piling?
And my coping mechanisms are dismantling.
And I’m at the cliff now, yet it feels like I’m already falling.
Classy J Apr 2019
Imha, im, im Hahaha! (X6)
Are you ready to play a game?
Are you willing to sacrifice?

Whole worlds spinning!
And I keep thinking?
Why do I keep on breathing?
With corruption seeping!
But the sheep just keep on drinking!
Eating up all these toxins.
Blinding our eyes!
Poisoning our lungs.
Both the old and the young.
Strung up like puppets!
Corporations our masters.
Heading towards a natural disaster.
Thinking we’re Gods!
But That’s only true in the sense that we **** each other!

Are you kidding me?
Are you hearing me?
Suspended in disbelief!
Will destruction ever cease?
Will we ever escape this leash?
Brethren don’t you see?
We are the true disease!

Imha, im, im Hahaha! (X6)
Classy J Aug 2015
People don't understand me, they treat me like i'm a disease, man they run away from me like I'm ***. They can't understand this mind, they are a waste of time, Imma be whoever I want to be, haters gonna hate and I haven't the time to listen to any of it. I am native, not ashamed for being who God created me to look or be, you are not my problem or my enemy. There are darker powers lurking in the night,  they try to create fright in me but I won't have any of it. Come at me, I don't really care, and I'm not scared, I fought my entire life, so what's one more battle supposed to do. I don't care if I die, and life is so sickening, I just want all this to be over, so I can be relaxing in eternity. Breathing in the poison, but it doesn't faze me, smelling the rot that was brought to this society to it's knees, putting us in cages as if it were a zoo. Animals we've become, monsters with cruel hearts, but there will be hope for those that truly believe.
Classy J Nov 17
Drag my name through the mud.
Make fun of me cause of my belief in God.
Discriminate and profile me; make excuses saying don’t blame you it’s just your job.
Just because I wear a hoodie doesn’t mean I’m going to rob!
It’s alright though I’m used to it!

Mock my culture, mispronounce my name; keep me silent, keep me chained!
Hate me for my political views, get angered over facts and call for me to be hanged!
Overgeneralize my identity like I’m the one to blame.
Call me cynical because I believe society is a rigged game!
It’s alright though I’m used to it!

Call me *****, call me ***, make fun of my long hair; call me a **** for having braids!
Call me savage, call me ******, belittle me to make yourself feel bigger.
It’s alright though, I’m used to it?

That’s the real question, should I?
Should I be alright with it?
Should I simply get over it?
Should I just man up and continue to push it down?
I am not your entertainment, I am not your clown.
I am a human that just so happens to be brown.
I will idle no more!
Classy J Feb 29
We live in a society where facts take a back seat to feelings,
Cause every body wanna be a victim.
Beating on the same drum, just hook line then sink em.
Stopping any discussion that surrounds em.
Leaving em power hungry and fiending.
Till one is hooked and addicted, spoon fed **** that’s misleading.
There ain’t a part meant for people like me in the system.
What’s right is wrong, so one gotta burn down churches as part of their healing.
More like part of their fearing; which is all part of a larger symptom.
Which got everyone acting like they syndrome.
Now pardon these lyrics.
Gotta compartmentalize the formula that makes things clearer to see; like windex.
Just like pudding needs to be pre-mixed.
There must always be a pre-text and a witness.
Gotta listen close, to truly feel this!
Classy J Jul 2014
Gravity, love, betrayal, temptation, violence, nothing can destroy me, I been going hard all my life, indestructible, till one day I came across my teenage years, yeah puberty was my kryptonite. Then real life hit me, and I couldn't get up, I was stuck to the ground with my pride all gone. Yeah, I used to feel like I was better than everyone, I fought anyone who tried to make fun of me, I blew up at people like I was dynamite. Yeah I was a king, and the world was my steeping stone, I was reaching higher and higher until people could start recognizing me. Then It all came crashing down, I was lost in adversity, so caught up in materialism and new feelings that I couldn't control. Like they say pride comes before the fall, and I fell hard. I blamed everything and everybody for my problems, but now I just have myself left to blame, it's a different feeling when a man high in himself loses control. I guess you can say I was as indestructible as the titanic, yeah I just keep sinking deeper and deeper in this monotonous world, top dog out of touch in his own yard. Those were some dark times, man I was starving for something, I was desperate, until I found my answer, that cured this cancer of mine. Now Im greater than ever man, back to my throne, looking over all.
Classy J Oct 2020
Looking at my community,
Wondering where I could help.
Trying to break through barriers,
That has tried to maintain my invisibility.
But I refuse to play the cards I’ve been dealt.
In a rigged system that is defined by wealth.
Leaving the rest in poverty,
Struggling with trauma and mental health.

As I look at my community,
And I can see the disparity.
With a division that existed for centuries.
That slaughters and enslaves,
In the name of prosperity.
With many caged or beaten,
For speaking out against normative society.

When the community looks at me,
They only see the savagery.
An inconvenient Indian,
A unsanitary revulsion,
Or as an enemy.
But if only they took the time,
To actually know me.

Looking at my community,
While covered up in chains,
Was spit out, abandoned and gaged.
Engulfed my hope like it was a flame.
Left in a darkness of guilt and shame.
While also being scapegoated as the one to blame.

So, that is why I strive for change.
No matter the obstacles,
I will progress through all this pain.
I am not an animal,
I will not be tamed.
I am human not just a number or a name.

I will fight and support those who were just like me.
It doesn’t matter if they are allies, treaty or Metis.
I will do my best to fight for thee.
For the past does not define us,
So, let’s stand together towards justice.

Our future will be bright,
So, long as am still breathing I will never lose sight.
Like my ancestors before me who sacrificed everything for our rights,
I refuse to let their sacrifice be in vain.
I refuse to stay idle.
I refuse to stay silent.
I refuse to be a victim.
But I do choose to be victor!
Classy J Feb 2020
I never realized how fragile I was,
Until I was shattered.
I never knew how much power I had,
Till I broke a promise.
I never understood anger,
Till someone called me fat,
Then I gave them a fat lip.
I never understood love,
Till a ravens wings lifted me up.
I never understood disappointment,
Until those ravens wings were clipped.
I never understood friendship,
Till the other person called me up to hang out,
I never understood sadness,
Till that friend lost to drugs.
I never understood strength,
Until I overcame suicidal thoughts.
Until I asked for help,
Until I stopped being the victim,
I never understood compassion,
Until all my ***** laundry was discovered,
Yet God still forgave me,
Yet my mom still loved me,
Yet my friends stuck with me.
I never understood freedom,
Till I was set free.
Classy J Nov 2021
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!
Classy J Apr 2019
I’m losing control.
Twisting and turning on this river bed.
Consciousness falls over the cliffs edge.
My mood spins along with my emotions.
Tossing and turning.
Longing your touch.
Longing your kiss.
For without you I am empty.
Drifting in melancholy.

What can I say?
My addictions consumed me.
Lost direction on my journey.
The winds are blowing and I’m growing weary.
Nearly escaped this plain of existence along the way.
My existence has broken down when you chose to leave me.

But I don’t blame you.
No, I knew what I was doing.
For I was broken even before I ever met you.
But then you pieced me together.
And I thought I was whole.
I thought I was free.
Loving you, feeling safe when you were beside me.

But then I lost control.
Everything happened so quickly.
Now I’m alone once again.
Broken hearted looking over this river bed.
Drifting along in melancholy.
Longing your touch.
Longing your kiss.
Classy J Jun 2017
People aren't in love they just stuck in lust(x3). People only want each other's bodies, carnal desires got them desperate so they be doing things like putting ruffies and **** in girls drinks of Bacardi. Where did love go, where did love go? Because it ain't here with messing around with all these scanks, gold diggers and hoes. Lust got the men looking for a girl who is thin got a big **** and bust, so caught up in their build a fantasy Barbie doll that they didnt realize or care that any genuine love was lost. At what cost will we go for that distorted dream? Because this **** is fake we was created to be partners, but people today aren't prepared to play as a team. The only team people want is to tag team some *****, and it's all fun and games till you get that *** itch. But some still don't care so they still ****, bringing with them some bad luck to others that they slide a couple bucks.

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

It's all about revealing more and more and no one is there to defend you in this distorted land. If a man doesn't appreciate you from the start he doesn't deserve to hold a piece of your heart. Where are the real men who will take a stand? Who is willing to lend a hand and draw a line in the sand? Because it can be dangerous for a woman to be out late at night, as she has to watch out for perverts which is not right? Why is that ok? When did that become ok? Why can't it be safe for women like it is for a man I'm just saying that it's wrong that women are looked at as prey. I just shake my head in dismay, but ignore me and continue making objectifying movies like fifty shades of grey. Because people don't want to hear this but they need to hear this so that there can be some justice! We don't love man, because we so stuck lust(x3)
Classy J Oct 2016
So far apart, separated at the heart, how can love end when it was just beginning to start? Darted towards a possibility, is this divinity, because seeing you I knew we were meant to be, as if it were destiny. Writing down my feelings, heart is going faster, yeah girl you certainly got me reeling. Call this an inner soliloquy; I thought love was just a fantasy, until what used to be just me later became you and me. Future Class, security used to be as thin as glass. Never took a chance, never searched for romance, never really gave anything a second glance. Classy J, I remember when I was starting to lose my way; I remember thinking life was grey. That all stopped when I met you, so for that I have to thank you.

Never minded my beautiful mistakes, you helped me fight all of my inner demonic snakes. Before I met you I never opened my hearts gate, I am so thankful that you have become intertwined into my fate. Without you, I don't think I could've kept my head on straight; who would've ever thought that I would find myself the perfect soul mate. No more stress, no longer a mess, because I found access to the happy express. Nesting my head upon your shoulder, you support me like a boulder. As we grow older I promise I will never leave your side, because no matter what my love for you will never die, don't have to worry, my love for you I won't ever try to hide. Though this may be a soliloquy, I hope somewhere you are listening to me, don't need to be right next to me to know how I feel for thee. I love you; I want to be with you, no matter what, I will do everything I can to be with you.
Classy J Jul 2014
so dangerous, so destructive, so isolative, such a waste of time and energy. Insecurity... the thing that destroys relationships, self confidence, and innocence. Oh, it's not just puberty, it effects all ages. Why do I let you effect me, why do I have to care what other people think of me, why do I strive for people's approval, why can't I be ok with myself, why do I care about things I've never cared about before. Why I am jealous of some person's cooler stuff, why can't I be appreciative about what I already have? Why am I so intimidated of higher powers. Why do I care if somebody's better than me at something. Insecurity, it all comes down to Insecurity.
Classy J Dec 2018
I’m coming out my coma like a Russian spy sleeper, and I be assassinating these ******* while wearing some fuzzy slippers. I’m a boss, I’m a goat, and if you got a problem with it, imma put my foot down your throat.
Racial profiling defined me, stereotypes and statistics shunned me.
**** my progress before I even start, I can’t even enjoy myself on a sunny day in the park.
All because I hit that racial profiling mark, for the white man only see’s me as a pitbull and aren’t willing to hear me talk,
for all they hear is a threatening bark.
Man that’s ruff!
Better Put em in cuffs!
Better yet put him down before he hurts someone, so I have no choice but to take out my guns.
Grew up with a disadvantage, grew up with traditional racist cultural norms that left me to fend for myself in this garbage. Plus drugs be flowing through my neighbour hood, and that’s the only way you make money and afford school and food.  
So to survive I Gotta do what I gotta do, so why judge me ***** because if you were in my position what would you do? When you haven’t got a chance to prove yourself a winner for capitalism already has decided you to be a loser.
No safety net, nor is there a invisible hand to get ya out of debt.
Gotta fend for yourself in this world full of hyenas, and if there is a God out there why isn’t he defending us?
Hook:
Internalized designs,
Set up the designs that confine,
That blind us from seeing inside.
Can’t sleep when Im under the microscope.
Can’t speak when people in power have taken away my throat.
Verse 2:
With no one wanting to see things from my lens.
From my scope.
When no one wants to hear what I can lend to make amends.
As they just think I’m on dope.
But This is just the inter-scope of an insomniac.
The reason I can’t sleep.
The reason I’m deemed a freak.
The reason there’s a divide.
The reason why many commit suicide.
Because what’s the point of living,
If no one’s willing to listen to your side.
When no one is willing to acknowledge their privilege.
When it doesn’t matter if your indigenous and proud when society still sees you as a savage?
When your given a one way ticket to prison.
When in all honesty where else is there to go?
With most our language and culture lost and land stolen.
Government has taken away everything precious from us like golem.
And totem pole effects leaves us internally broken.
With everyone believing themselves to be the victim.
And never apart of what lead to the problem.
Hook:
Internalized designs,
Set up the designs that confine,
That blind us from seeing inside.
Can’t sleep when Im under the microscope.
Can’t speak when people in power have taken away my throat.
Classy J Oct 2016
They say to survive you must be fit and have an intellect, they say to sympathize is to be weak and you will get kicked out of the sect. They say to **** is the nature of the beast; they say to cater to other people your reputation will decrease. They say, but who gives a **** what they say, I will do things my way. I don’t care if my decisions are not the safe way, so be aware that I will not longer be your slave nor will I let others be your prey. I was made to disobey it’s in my DNA, so call big brother, don’t matter to me, because this light you won’t smother. So clatter around, try to put me in the ground, but it’ll be you going to the pound. Climbing the ladder, not listening to all your blabber, in the wild you either hunt or end up on the platter. Bullies I revile, no better than bile filled grunts, and if you choose to confront, your head is what I will punt.  This is not a stunt; this is the wild, so stop acting like such a child. While your hitting blunts, I’m wielding up hope, looking at you through a microscope. Tiny little vermin trying to act tough, but when I come at you, you’ll be squirming.

You taught me to be tough, and you said that my love was enough. Power hungry, sour flunkeys, experimenting on me like some kind of monkey. Never was a ******, but in the wild it can turn very ugly. If it’s not one thing it’s another, there are just things out there that you just can’t buffer. Wish there were things I never discovered, but I guess that’s what happens when you start to wonder. Out in the wild coming out with colour, I know we trying to get better being together, but in reality being different will only make you suffer. That’s just how they see it, wanting people like us to quit. This is the wild, it’s never going to be mild out here, and just going out the door sometimes is such a chore. In the wild they just like to ignore, don’t give a crap if you are poor, they just treat you like a *****. It’s all about keeping score, it’s all about wanting more; yeah they are no more than opportunistic carnivores.  Go away and drink out your sorrows at the cheapest liquor store, they benefit from you dealing with addiction wars.

We have a choice to be weak, we have a choice to be meek, so don’t throw it all away by trying to drown yourself in some creek. Own what you did, don’t be a little whiny kid. Man up, women up, grow up, you will die in the wild if you choose not to get up. Time to unleash that inner being, time to find your meaning, time for us to finally be winning. This is the wild, time to get reconciled, and be rewired. Won’t ever know your own strength until you wield it, won’t be able to hide from your problems until you deal with it. So don’t yield to ungodly desires, you have to keep on being a survivor otherwise you will expire. The wild is not kind, need I remind that it messes with the mind; and that you can’t just run through it blind. Stay true, stay you, in the wild you can be the real you. Just keep on swimming, keep on trimming, with or without you the world will continue on spinning.
Classy J Dec 2022
Darkened canvas, broken spine.
Oh, the pain is so **** divine!
Shattered heart, blackened eyes.
The blood soothes all the lies.
Devil looking at me.
Mirror full of cries.
Am I doomed to suffer all my life?

The black ooze dripping off your tongue,
That auroramtic ash, spilling out your lungs,
They blind me.
They bind me.
To the very toxic desires.
That drown me.
Flushing away the offspring.
My future, because I don’t believe anyone…
Can love me!
And I can’t speak out.
Because when I do…
All I hear is laughing.
If laughter is the medicine.
Than why is it killing?
Ripping off my flesh!
Till my heart succumbs to the freezing.

Eating away at my soul!
How can I let go?
I’m losing control!
I wanna to quit, I want to let go!
But all you chose to hear…
Are the cries of a ******!

Darkened canvas, broken spine.
Oh, the pain is so **** divine!
Shattered heart, blackened eyes.
The blood soothes all the lies.
Devil looking at me.
Mirror full of cries.
Am I doomed to suffer all my life?

Will I ever find peace?
Living in a house that is not my home.
Like korn, I feel like I’m a freak on leash.
Got to suppress the demon with cortisone.
If only life was a beach, instead of a *****.
Thought **** would change, as soon as I got rich.
I used all my cards, but still gotta go fish!
My heads in the clouds and my joy’s in the ditch.
Man, can I ever find rest?
Feeling like a mouse, just squeaking on by.
Try to do my best.
Until I ultimately fail and go get high!
Cycle of trauma reverberated.
Leading those close to me feel devastated.
Who knew the lust and vices,
Would lead to self-hatred?

Darkened canvas, broken spine.
Oh, the pain is so **** divine!
Shattered heart, blackened eyes.
The blood soothes all the lies.
Devil looking at me.
Mirror full of cries.
Am I doomed to suffer all my life?
Classy J Feb 2018
Rocking my snap back, blowing up like a bellow back, juggling bars like it were a hacky sack. Life tries it’s best to give me set backs, but I just sit back and get back up for a comeback. Underdog from the underground, not here to blunder around for I want to be glory bound. Bound for glory, can’t keep me downed man for this is my heroes story. Story of my life, story that almost ended with a knife. Had enough of being left astray, for I no longer was going let myself be treated like an ashtray. Going into the fray, going in but this time I promise I won’t lose my way. Weighed my options, weighted the choices, and now they come to flourishing motion. I only listen to my own notions, and I will sacrifice anything to succeed even if I end up like the borthans. Death stares through the stars, but I won’t be taken by no Death Star. Starting ground up, for you gotta do what ever it takes to get to the top. Toppled the haters and the fakers, for my bars are like eating a snickers. Keep yawl satisfied and I’m so grateful that my effort has been gratified. Bonified dignified undenied modified undefined went in applied and rallied from a moral guide to tear apart the diseased hide.  Government conspiracy, government deemed freedom of speech as heresy. And here I see the flaws, and here I came out of the depths with my claws. Clawed for my dream, dream of attaining cream. Escaped the depths of the Demi-gorgan pit, because it’s all about survival of those who are more fit. Fit to be a decency, but because I’m different I’m deemed a discrepancy. So I’m going in like a ghost doing recon call me Tom Clancy, exposing all these ******* fallacies. Falling down an icy *****, and for the longest time we couldn’t open up because we was introduced to dope which was anything but dope. Dopamine filling my being, neurotransmitters firing so fast that I attain this happy feeling. False perceptions to stimulants, false ideals gotta use discretion’s before I end up in a addiction predicament. Moving fast, moving slow, the ride won’t last, so I always gotta have me mo. Self medicate self evaporate self ******* which leads to self hate and broken fate.Too long since I noticed anything but myself, feel like a ***** villain man so should I arrest my self. I just long for rest myself, and maybe it’s time for someone else to assess myself. Maybe it’s time to visit the mental asylum
Classy J Jul 2018
Slipping again into depression, spending money I don’t have on my addictions.
Losing grip with my own generation, losing sight of happiness because I’m stuck with these afflictions.
Numbing the pain, slicing away hoping I don’t hit a vein.
Getting lost in lust, losing my trust...
In people, in myself, in democracy, in police, and in policies. Questioning reality, questioning our supposed diversity.
Not seeing the good news, for society only reporting the blues. ******, ****, terrorism, domestic abuse, corruption, it’s all the same every day so sorry if I can’t escape this pessimistic prism.
Getting lost in monotony, getting lost in this rigged monopoly that ***** over minorities.
Getting lost in double edged sword hypocrisy, getting lost in propaganda and blasphemy.

Isolated and shunned, getting gunned down for nothing! Isolated and shunned, oh look another coloured boy on the run!
Watching the continuation of misogyny, watching the continuation of racist alt-right white supremacy.
Watching without speaking, watching without acting. Isolated and shunned, getting gunned down for nothing!
Isolated and shunned, oh look another coloured boy on the run! Slipping away, trying to get away, but I can’t get away!
Just when I think I’m done I get pulled back in. So to deal with this ******* my addictions surface again!
Getting lost in the gin, getting lost in sin.
Trying my best to be of the world, but I always find myself caught up within it!
I want to be an inspiration but I probably disappoint all of yawl and end up like Kurt cobain.

I feel like to fix a soulless world I gotta sacrifice my soul.
I feel like no matter what I do or say people will only see me as a crazy disillusioned fool.
I think change is possible but humanity isn’t willing to change which makes understanding impossible.
Education causes people to question the status quo but society can’t get enough of the status quo.
Because it’s a threat on everything privileged dominant society created, so they try their best to evaporate it.

Isolated and shunned, getting gunned down for nothing!
Isolated and shunned, oh look another coloured boy on the run! Watching the continuation of misogyny, watching the continuation of racist alt-right white supremacy.
Watching without speaking, watching without acting.
Isolated and shunned, getting gunned down for nothing!
Isolated and shunned, oh look another coloured boy on the run!
Classy J Aug 2016
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.
Classy J Mar 2022
While some be walking on sunshine,
I’ll be walking the fine line,
Between the sublime and a unhinged mind.
Quote the raven never more,
Through space and time.
Wonder if I ever find…
The meaning to the core.
That breeds life,
And seeks death.
And if it matters if I’m a Jedi,
Or become a Sith?
To face judgement in the afterlife,
Even though reality is already a punishment.
It makes no sense!
Should I conform,
Or should I resist?
After all I never chose to exist.
To roll around in this ****,
Like I’m some piglet.
Guess I’ll need some anti-septic.
But perhaps I’m just a cynic,
Who see’s the pathetic as poetic.
And calls it out, regardless of pro-etiquette.
As it’s like trying to live in a room, comfortably with an elephant.
Hold up wait!
I’m in my element.
Our systems a detriment.
To those it deems as a pestilent
So, they develop a regiment.
Oh, Here we go,
Again with that rhetoric.
But **** it,
The world is ****,
And I’m here to better it.
If you want songs that are melancholic,
Or has themes about money, fame, or *******.
Go to your local bargain bin,
And you’ll find a drake CD in it!
Haha.

When it comes to life,
You got two choices.
Laugh or cry!
This is the thesis,
Of a divide,
Between our inner Jekyll & Hyde.

Fighting the voices,
That got me wanting to commit suicide.
Thirsty for death.
Where the formaldehyde?
Shadows always lurking,
Hard to hide,
Even harder to fight!
When you got to pretend,
Like everything’s alright!
After all, fake smiles delight.
Where the drugs at?
Want to get higher than a kite.
In order to numb my plight.
Smash the mirrors that surround me,
Because I can’t stand the sight.
Can’t let people see the demon inside.
That feeds off positivity,
But sadly never satisfies its appetite.
That turns allies to absentees.
With the toxic cycle becoming dynamite.
That leaves fragments to those near the surrounding.
Because, Intergenerational trauma doesn’t discriminate, compadre.
But hopefully we will be able to heal one day!
Till than though…

When it comes to life,
You got two choices,
Laugh or cry!
This is the thesis,
Of a divide,
Between our inner Jekyll and Hyde.
Classy J Mar 2019
Once again Classy J the definition of a sin,
Deceased kindness that passes down to my kin.
Addiction restricting timeless memories that pour's softly within.
Sadly this is the only time warmth ever greets me,
Can I ever change? Beats me?
So maybe when history gets spun again and again the future has no choice but to be grim?
Fairy-tales woven into white lie's that negate horrific sins.
Minds going crazy that's got me turning into Harley Quinn.
Happily never after reforming heroes, that severs off well intended meanings.
Exceedingly dreary reality fraught with fog that makes it hard to see where we first began.  
That lights holy crosses on fire like the ku klux ****.
Entrapping lost souls inside a raven claws diadem.
No glad tidings left residing in thee,
When humanity keeps going on killing sprees.
Will we ever be truly free?
Or is freedom just a double edged poisoned sword like a hamlet tragedy?
Fending off hatred but how can one do it peacefully?
For even with civil rights the media still has no problem linching minorities!
So I’m left Watching as nightmarishly thin cows start eating up the healthy ones, who knew one vision of a Pharaoh could become reality?
For when good comes, the bad comes shortly after, so maybe instead of pointless debates we need to implement actions?
In order to have a true happily ever after!
But that all depends on us incompetent humans who divide everything and everyone into class systems.
With phobias turning others inhuman or illegal aliens that are in need for dissection.
Chopping up our own kin or refusing to vaccinate them because some stupid doctor claimed it causes autism.
So, we’d rather **** our children rather than having them associate within a disorderly spectrum.
Hmm. If you ask me that’s pretty ******* dum!
Guess that’s what happens when humanity tries to hard to get to the sun?
Thinking ourselves as God’s that be damning what others have said or done.
Getting offended over everything, man this **** is sure getting tiresome!
Classy J Nov 2022
In brightest day and in darkest night.
As bullets spray in knife fights.
Could make a full clip of those in fright.
Buried with the full clipped magazine on cite.
If only we could unload the trauma as fast we upload the clip.
But we ain’t here for compassion, we here for clicks.
The donkey is dead yet we still beat it.
Treating these issues like John Wayne treats the Indigenous.
Trying our best to **** it.
****.

In brightest days and in darkest nights,
Can we find the answers to our plight.
Till the day comes where no evil escapes our sights.
And we come together, because together we have power.
That shines as brilliantly as green lanterns light!

Uh, yeah!
In the brightest days,
I dream of sunny days,
And in the darkest nights,
Gotta keep the money saved.
Rest In Peace to Takeoff, who died too young man such a shame!
Hope you are experiencing those sunny days!
Shooting hoops with Kobe, and making music with Jam Master Jay.
To all those who’ve lost someone!
Let their positive influence support you through the darkest days!
We have a long ways to go to figure out this maze.
That tries to divide us and keep us caged.
It’s time to rise up, and be that healthy change!
So, that the next generations can experience brighter days!

In brightest days and in darkest nights,
Can we find the answers to our plight.
Till the day comes where no evil escapes our sights.
And we come together, because together we have power.
That shines as brilliantly as green lanterns light!
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