Stuck in my head,
Trapped in my ways,
Stuck in my bed,
Isolated for most of my days.

What is inside of me?
Is it anxiety?
Paralyzed both mentally and physically.
With stress berating me.

Demons lying to me.
Saying I’m not worthy.
Worthy to love others.
Or Worthy to be loved.

Heart was broken.
Love is like the frogs.
Because it be croaking.
Chocking on my own self-pity.
I guess it was too much to ask for some loyalty.

For what is love without trust?
What is love without honesty?
I don’t ask for much.
I just wanna a family.

Most of my life I had nobody.
Most of my life I’ve been lonely.
Most of my life I had to deal with a broken family.
And all I crave is loyalty.
Is that too much to ask honey?

Wondering, what is inside of me?
Is it anxiety?
Paralyzed both mentally and physically.
With stress berating me.

For these demons, lying to me.
Saying I’m not worthy.
Worthy to love others.
Or Worthy to be loved.

Craving, your embrace.
Craving for loyalty.
Oh, just you and me.
You and me.
Building up the foundation for a stable family!

Trying to figure out why a ***** tried to stunt on me.
While my homie fronts on me.
Triggered lie’s blasting out like bullets into your chest, golly!
Vigor dying whilst family crying that left me locked up now in a little celly.
Why did I pour out my heart to that ***** named shelly?
**** got me melancholy, casting out poxy curses.
My proxy is dropping down which got me feeling worthless.
Growing up in projects where one survives by snatching purses and killing snitches.
While society bides their time by tying nooses.
Rigged games yet we are told to give no excuses.
So, a minority got no choice but to role with the punches.
But with darker skin colour most don’t or won’t notice the bruises.
Vile nobility just loves hunting gooses.
Stark contrast idly confides and resides Inside institutionalized nuances.
Some people can be such nuisances.
Got me feeling like tony roaming through the different cosmoses.
Lonely sinking feeling, with my hope which was once flickering but is now slowly fleeting.
Reciprocal tensions pokes through my barriers like an unwelcomed greeting.
Typical tropes of under-achieving maybe it’s time I let God start intervening?
However, I’m doubtful on whether spirituality is real or nothing more than Kris Kringle.
Jingling jester choirs who always be harping on my people.
Which makes me ponder whether or not God’s supposed love is fickle.
Or if supposed believer’s have actually ever read the bible?
Religious pharisee’s not seeing the irony of praying to their falsified idols.
With their heads so far up their own ***. That they don’t even realize that they’ve actually been worshipping the devil.

My passions seem to be nothing more than dreams; but from my dreams are not thy passions derived from? I have many passions but from what I hear they are unrealistic. The same supposed realist's that say that everything in life came from an explosion from nothing. If nothing can create everything, cannot my passions or dreams become real? However even if I do achieve this and everything I ever wanted; what then? For I have seen those who may have everything and still feel as though they had nothing. So what is our value or the value our possessions or achievements? And how can those with nothing look like they have everything? I believe this question to be the question on everybody's mind. And I do believe only a few know the answer. My question to you is this very question?

Looking for reasons to not dread,
Got these demons in my head,
Can’t seem to get outta bed,
I may be alive but I feel so dead,
Guess I’m starving to be fed.
Wondering if could make amends.
With the man,
In the ******* mirror.

Just give up, just give up!
We both know you’re not enough!
Not enough!
No one will ever love you, ever love you!
Did you really think you could escape?
You can’t escape!
We both know that your a fake!
Just a hypocrite that hangs out with snakes!
Nothing more than a fat ****, you need to get in shape!
Maybe trying to live, was a mistake.
After all you’re a disgrace!
That’s why daddy went away!
****, why won’t this negative self-talk go away?
Can anyone else listening to this song relate?

This monster lingers deep inside,
Got nowhere I can hide,
Some days I can’t lie, I want to die.
For this monster lingers deep inside,
Got nowhere I can hide,
But because I’m a man I’m not allowed to cry.
And than people wonder why,
So many of us men commit suicide!
Yeah. I got this monster lingering deep inside!
Got nowhere I can hide,
I smile and say I’m okay,
But that’s a lie!
Wanting to reach out for help,
But than I’m stopped by pride.
****.

Looking for reasons to not dread,
Got these demons in my head,
Can’t seem to get outta bed,
I may be alive but I feel so dead,
Guess I’m starving to be fed.
Wondering if could make amends.
With the man,
In the ******* mirror.

Don’t give up, don’t give up!
You are worthy, you are loved!
You are loved.
You may not think it now,
But just know that you are enough!
We all make mistakes,
Don’t beat yourself up.
Don’t listen to lies that tell you,
That your not enough!
You are beautiful inside and out,
Don’t give in to your doubt.
Find a safe space to scream and shout!
Do some self-care, trust me it will help.
And when the monster tries to harm,
You’ll have the tools to persevere through the storm!

Pray the lord,
My soul to keep,
Heal me lord for I feel weak.
Help me rest for I cannot sleep.
And if I die before I wake,
Pray the lord my soul to take.
For I’m broken, weary, and I ache.
My wounds run deep, I need your grace.
For I can no longer bear all this weight.
Pray the lord,
My sins erased.
Lord whatever it takes,
To break free from these chains!
And make amends,
With the man!
In the ******* mirror!

Corporate reject leaving pirated feedback of a mumbling degenerate.
Like a Ryan Seacrest to one’s Johnny English, gotta always double-check your prejudice.
The economy is in a deficit that ***** us over more than Jimmy’s speech impediment.
Hard not to be a pessimist when ya get cucked over by the government.
Inflate the autonomy till it impeaches God's Ten Commandments.
Freedom of speech, till the speech comes from a place of malicious intent.
Haunted spirits, left unchecked, hijack the morals of even our best mates.
After all, there is a thin line between love and hate.
Don’t forget, you gotta always respect the deck and protect your neck!

This world’s so twisted, got us drowning within the system.
Till we ain’t got no more immune system.
Like we some unvaccinated children.
Falling short from reaching the Sun.
Ending up a master of none.

Don’t underestimate the ants unless ya want to end up like Kite.
Reap what you cultivate, just ask France about their revolution plight.
Everyone wants a slice of cake, however there ain’t enough rafts in sight.
That turns desperation into chicken fights.
Commercialized violence, enjoyed by those that worship the anti-Christ.
But get away with it cause everyone has a price.
Just ask the million dollar man, or hell ask his son who committed a million dollar scam.
Oh, ****, folly sure weighs heavily, unless ya rich enough; in that case you just get a slap on the hand.
Golly G, certainly, stress breeds grey hairs almost on demand.
So, instead of going all Claude van dam one better;
calm down with some collard greens, after all there’s better ways to cope my man!
Just remember kid to always respect the deck and protect ya neck for…

This world’s so twisted, got us drowning within the system.
Till we ain’t got no more immune system.
Like we some unvaccinated children.
Falling short from reaching the Sun.
Ending up a master of none.

Faster than death,
Feels like I’m losing my breath,
Enraged and caged, locked away.
Everything is staged, hope decays.

Master of none, yet still pulling your strings.
Twisting your facts, smashing your dreams.
Blinded by lies, discarded as playthings.
Numb to the illusion, conforming to your daydream.
Master of none,
What have we become?
Master of none,
What have we done?
Continue to dream, because the reality is too harsh son.
Master of none,
Master of none,
Throwing ourselves into the Sun,
Because we cannot accept what we’ve become!

Crucified like spiders, rotting away to desires.
Suffering turned pleasure, embracing the fire.
Until our final days come, and we dive into that lake of fire.
A painful deceit soothed by choirs.

Everyone longs to dream,
No one wants a nightmare.
Don’t be like puppets pulled by strings.
Cause it’ll leave you trapped in despair.
A mist that twists facts,
Which at first seems swell, until you find yourself in hell.

Master of none, yet still pulling your strings.
Twisting your facts, smashing your dreams.
Blinded by lies, discarded as playthings.
Numb to the illusion, conforming to your daydream.
Master of none,
What have we become?
Master of none,
What have we done?
Continue to dream, because reality is too harsh son.
Master of none,
Master of none,
Throwing ourselves into the Sun,
Because we cannot accept what we’ve become!

Faster than death,
Feels like I’m losing my breath,
Enraged and caged, locked away.
Everything is staged, hope decays.

These are the laws of the wild,
A corporate claw that defiles,
Heavens sacred isle,
Cursed to a birth,
Assigned soul sent to earth,
Where it’s all matter of survival.
And once we die, we’re returned to dirt.
But while some sulk in denial,
Others get to work.
Building foundations to gain perks.
Evolving to a state that reasserts.
A need to control other folks.
Into hierarchical jokes,
That turns hopes to a hoax.
Where freedoms are revoked.
And it would take different strokes,
To not just evoke but promote,
Voices that used to be chocked.(18)

To become a master,
Of your inner monster,
Fighting to not be censored,
And not being ****** as a cancer.
Needing to know when to strike the hammer.
For untamed anger,
Leads to disaster.
That tampers one’s honour.
Instead of fostering composure,
Your creating battlefields for soldiers.
To become a master,
One must use love to conquer,
I know it may seem bonkers,
But to prosper,
One must alter,
The very fibres,
Of society that cause people to suffer.
To be a master,
You must recognize you are stronger,
Than your oppressor,
Got to weather the storm,
Don’t conform to the pressure.
Beware of what appears to be nectar.
For it can actually be a poisoned fuelled sceptre.
Never let yourself believe that you’re lesser,
If you do you might as dress up like a jester,
That mocks the very sacrifices of ones ancestors.
And always remember,
What it takes to be a master.

never forget the people that were there for you, never forget the kindness, the passion, the friendship. Cherish it, for it is good memories, even though it feels sad that there gone. But are they really gone, cause memories last forever, especially the good ones. Through thick and thin, through the good and bad, remember. Maybe memories is the only thing you'll have left one day, so make the memories count. Without memories life can be dull, but when you have memories they just seem to brighten your day. So remember, because that's what keeps life going.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Running out of jobs, running out of room on the planet so to side track us we create the dab. Let me take a selfie, so lost without our weefee. Driver less cars coming into effect, robots slowly taking over our jobs as well but we don’t see it because without technology we’re pathetic. Don’t have real conversations anymore, what for I can just text instead and everybody claims to be victims and say I should care. Care about religion, care about my profession, care about different genders, **** that **** I’ll just put that **** in a blender. Everyone vegan or gluten ******* hipsters, so foolish but if I stray away from that culture I’m a offender. ***** get over it, don’t like it **** my ****. Millennial problems, such senseless and pointless problems. Looked at as lazy, looked at as crazy, looked at as  being to flashy. Can say the same for other generations, but every delegation grows worse as we go generation to generation. Saying we’ve hit mile stones like everyone can vote, but ain’t no body going out to vote. People died for that **** so we can have democracy, but probably doesn’t matter if you do because freedom and equality is a fallacy. Wanna escape by my millennium falcon, because I don’t think we’ll fix this problem. Capitalism has failed us, governments have failed us, media has failed us, and education has failed us. Gap between the rich and poor growing and it doesn’t seem to be slowing. Propaganda making you blinded from the evil doings of your commanda. Sometimes I can’t tell if we live in democracy or systematic dictatorship, for the government helps itself don’t believe me ask natives about trusting their supposed friendship. Middle class measuring rods separating lower class kids from the rest, for if you don’t have white middle class values your deemed a pest. Culture clashing with other cultures, man I would have loved to live in era of hunting and gathering because they had great features. Everyone had a position, everyone had a collaborative mission. What a substantial downfall, yeah we’re so ****** when we hit the wall. Become a third world nation, but we to busy worrying about keeping up with the newest fashions. Millennial problems become further issues later, but we say **** we’ll worry about it later. (22)

Friend zones, shutdowns, being ignored, mind games, why you do this to me. I don't know what to say one day we're friends next thing I know we becoming something more but I figured wrong and now it's done. Mind games, girl stop playing me, I thought this and then I thought that and just when I started getting over you you come back to me. Mind games, girl stop playing with me, Hitting different chords, I'm just so confused. What should I do? Mind games is all I ever get from people like you, and I hate it.

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

Minority Report
Causing heinous acts with these verbal attacks, the future of class bringing the heat to this **** because it's ******* wack. Living dangerous ******* infamous, and I got thoughts so dark deep and callous. Heart filled with malice because thats what I gotta do to achieve my dream of living in a classy palace. Writing **** so obscene, sometimes I don't even know what the **** I mean you know what I mean? Head believes itself to be in atlas even when in reality it's sleeping on a **** soaked mattress. What do I gotta do to garner a buzz, do I got I gotta rap about drugs, *******, shiny cars and make sure you know how much I hate the ******* fuzz? Underground mindset vs mainstream *******, but rap needs purpose again so you'll bet I'll defend it. All lot of yawl get to easily offended, and those folk are a bunch of self righteous pompous entitled airheads. I got to fake myself which degrades myself, so maybe that's why I can't stand myself. We're all just hypocrites and parasites draining happiness outta life, and we're all idiots that lack insight of how we're the ones really responsible with how we view and treat life. Maybe I swear too much because I actually care too much, and I think one way we get common sense back is if we give ourselves a quick slap or punch. Maybe it's too late, maybe we waited too long and now there's no longer an escape. Is it all just fate and are we no more than bait? Maybe this world is one big joke and we're the punchline, and it's only a matter of time before we run out of time. The world is a cavity maybe that's why the truth aches, and truth is such a tooth ache and we can pretend it's not there but there's no mistake. Oh **** what a ******, we are just puppets to corporations and media and religion man this **** is a bother. Freedom will never take place, and each politician is basically the same because power corrupts no matter the race. Face it we are mice in a maze, and most countries run on the consumerism craze. Oh geez oh my, I think Karl Marx would probably cry. No such thing as equality, but we're all equally ****** undoubtedly. Majority of crimes being young white males yet minority's are the majority in jails, man that's a ****** ordeal. Colour coded mindsets where black is evil and gloomy and white is pure and beautiful. Why is that and why do we still use it like why hasn't anyone changed that? Creatures of habit, creatures so savage, creatures that need to be managed or branded. All apart of categories, and it sickens me that this is reality and not some twilight zone story. Before people can get to know the real me they negatively view me, for I'm just a primitive Cretan that bums lighters, smokes, alcohol, and their wives but that is such a fallacy.  I'm demeaned a criminal the day I came out coloured, society put out a minority report out for me and nothing I could say or do would've mattered. Over-generalizing my being, and it's pretty ironic that some call me an illegal alien.

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

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

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

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

Gotta watch for these two-tongued slippery snakes.
The devil presents Prada, underlying his scorched hate.
Stringing fools along like Geppetto, as he be chillingly sipping tea;
For such is his devilish trait.
That turns our once great heroes into pedos; such is the till of the tape.
The type of **** that truly sits with me.
Wondering if being a celebrity is all its cracked up to be.
When I see humans repeating our dark histories.
Such Insane Albert E’s that be getting ahead of their civil liberties.
Pushing the envelope more than baby oil at one of diddy’s parties.
Juxtaposing phrases like hoping everyone comes clean.
For it doesn't take a black light to see the double mean.
**** is disgusting, but such is humanity.

Hold up just a minute as I am spitting this philosophy.
Before you get brain rot and have a lobotomy.
Take a break, have a Kit Kat, or do whatever you need to do to maintain this mise-en-scene.
Mmm… Food and all that, if you know what I mean!

Misplaced love,
Thought you were sent from above,
Misplaced love,
Oh lord, What do I do?
When I got misplaced love with you!
I got that misplaced love, why didn’t I notice before?  
For when I first noticed you, my heart went up and soared.
Never has that really happened to me before.
And I knew you felt the same when we were on the dance floor.
Vibing to the beat.
So, close you could feel the heat.
That it didn’t matter to me that you had two left feet.
Because your smile was so sweet.
After that we hanged everyday,
Talked or texted each other every day.
Seeing you made my day.
But we were both broken,
We were both too young to be dating.
We were both faking.
In a way we both had misplaced love.
****.
Misplaced love,
Thought you were sent from above,
Misplaced love,
Oh lord, What do I do?
When I got misplaced love with you!
Hoping for something we could never grasp.
Hoping for something that wouldn’t last.
But our raft called love was bound to crash.
And burn.
But every candle burns out eventually.
I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.
But I’m glad we got to play make believe.
Because it made me see.
The darker aspects of me.
The ones where most don’t usually get to  see.
And now I have a chance to work on my demons in order to be free.
To become a better man, and more deserving.
Of a love that isn’t misplaced.

Misrelating Tale
Gotta prepare for war, like I’m Daniel-son.
Train every day with that wax-off, wax on.
Mister Miyagi flow, that hits like a Jeff Hardy Swanton Bomb.
What has the world become?
We unleashed the sword,
So, what was done can’t be undone.
But what if this narrative could be un -spun ?
Would we right wrongs?
If we rebuilt foundations,
Would our nation remain strong?
To return a triumphant king like Aragon,
Or be stabbed in the gut like qui-gon?
But as def squad says we’ll continue on till the break of dawn.
For this is the way of the mandolorian.
Some days one gotta switch sides,
From the autobots to deceptocons.
Fighting foodons, blasting brains like I’m jimmy neutron.
A Lightning nuisance, that’ll static shock the electrons.
That may interrupt ones...
Constant flow of info from dendrites to axons.
After the battle is won, grab some schezwan.
Project soul of foul human individual cretans.
Not everyone can be as polite, as the bear named Paddington.
Gotta call the ghostbusters to extract some Thetans.
Rest In Peace to Egon.
So...
When **** hit the fan, gotta know how to swim in the deep end.
Treating each failure like it was a lesson.
Everyday I battle against anxiety and depression.
Let’s just say I know what’s it’s like to feel less than.
Got my heart crushed like some croutons.
And have had to attack on my inner Titans.
And just when you think I’m defeated,
I go super saiyan.
Schooling it like I’m Piccolo and it’s Gohan.
Let’s go son!
I Will never lose my head like a dullahan.
For I ain’t got not time for 99 problems.
Gotta open the third eye to see past illusions.
Got to change the qualities of the composition.
Keeping stressors relatively small no matter the opposition.
Gotta emphasize the light like you painting an impression.
On everything and everyone that may come along.
A perspective can turn curses to blessings.
Can take one’s trauma and use it as a weapon.
To change the cycle of ones disposition.
But that being said,
One can’t predict everything like the Simpsons.
For the world’s more controversial,
Than the ending of the Jefferson’s.

Time is ticking faster,
What’s a slave without a master?
Running away, but can’t escape disaster.
Could change your image, but you can’t change the monster.

Mistress of demons, passion is blind.
Tangled reality, falling behind.
Explaining sanity to an insane mind.
Can you remain human, if you cross that line?
Make a choice, toss that dime.
Mistress of demons, passion is blind.

Oh, sweet bitter clown, don’t you frown.
The circus continues, take your crown.
Ring around the rosey, we all fall down.
Death is just the beginning, we have you now.
Dance for me jester, I own you now!
Poor sweet bitter clown, don’t you frown.

Consume the poison.
Drop by drop.
Understanding the lesson?
Drop by drop.
Consume the message.
Make it stop, make it stop!
Lay in the bed, you’ve chosen.
Don’t sob, don’t sob.

Mistress of demons, passion is blind.
Tangled reality, falling behind.
Explaining sanity to an insane mind.
Can you remain human, if you cross that line?
Make a choice, toss that dime.
Mistress of demons, passion is blind.

Oh, sweet bitter clown, don’t you frown.
Oh, sweet bitter clown, don’t you frown.
Poor, sweet bitter clown, don’t you frown.
Poor,sweet bitter clown, don’t you frown.

The blood runs cold as them police files.
Society watches along as we are ***** &
defiled.
The tears seep deeply as the wounds left unhealed.
Crimes unpunished and concealed.
They fear us as savages.
While we fear for our lives.
We are fraught with disadvantages.
But they still refuse to hear our cries.
Our screams, our pleas.
To not be treated differently.
Left to be Buried…
In unmarked graves just like our ancestors.
Leaving the survivors without any closure.
Perhaps we haven’t changed at all?

Always there to care for me, since the beginning, I wouldn't have survived without you, If it wasn't for you I could possibly be in a foster home all alone. I am who I am because of the things you have taught me. I could've been on the streets, I could've been a whole other ***, I could've have been in the grave. Mom without you I would be lost, so thank you mom for being there for me through thick and thin. I am so grateful for everything, and on mother's day and your birthday is when I really get to express how am feeling about how awesome you are. I know we've had our up's and down's but we always make-up, cause we are all we got. Thank you again mom and HAPPY MOTHER'S Day!

The price of money,
Is like a game of risk,
To conquer the world,
Yet feel empty as ****.

The price of fame,
Is a double edged sword,
Gotta wonder if it’s worth,
Sacrificing for.

More money more problems,
That’s the name of the game,
Might act like it’s no biggie,
Till lead is pumped into your veins.
How much a dollar cost?
Is it worth the pain?
What will be lost?
In your pursuit of fame?
Perhaps these suits and rings,
Are nothing more than fancy,
Prison uniforms and chains.
Could have all the money,
Yet still complain.
Because you’re still empty.
Grass ain’t always greener.
Trust me.
When a new world dreamer,
Can become a new world nightmare,
That replaces poverty with a fever.
No matter how much ******,
You chase with those expensive sneakers,
It’ll never satisfy the meter,
Or change the mind of the cops,
Who will always see you as a misdemeanour.
Because of your skin colour.
Can have your hands up,
But it won’t matter.
And the fact of the matter,
Is money can’t pay off the grim reaper.

The price of money,
Is like a game of risk,
To conquer the world,
Yet feel empty as ****.

The price of fame,
Is a double edged sword,
Gotta wonder if it’s worth,
Sacrificing for.

Money has a cost,
Can you afford it?
Gun is cocked,
With one bullet,
Spin the chamber till it stops,
Put it to the head and pull it.
Wonder if you’re still alive?
A poor man survives,
While a rich man begs to die.
Could have all the knowledge,
Yet still be unwise.
And the fact of the matter is,
We are all poor when we die.
Because money can’t revive,
Or have one’s sins purified.
At least justice can be accomplished,
By the person in the sky.
So, I ask again.
Money has a cost,
Can you afford it?
After all…

The price of money,
Is like a game of risk,
To conquer the world,
Yet feel empty as ****.

The price of fame,
Is a double edged sword,
Gotta wonder if it’s worth,
Sacrificing for.

As each lunar cycle turns,
And the full moon appears,
An ingrained fear draws near,
For the moon affects the waves,
And humans are made of 60% water.
So, it stands to reason that it affects how we behave.
Piercing hands of demons creates wolfish knaves.
A slave to a phenomenon that leaves some depraved.
Time to get some meditation son.
In order to be saved,
From that primal nature, that turns us into simpletons.
Got to maintain some discipline,
In our own personal synagogues,
Or just exercise to attain some serotonin,
Got to rise up to the occasion like a totem,
Creating shenanigans like Pippin.
Got to enjoy each moment,
The skies like a membrane component,
With wind flowing like verses from a poet.

This is the Moon mood,
That fools won’t tell you,
Got to find the tools.
To discover what is true.
Like you Blues clues.

This is the Moon mood,
That fools won’t tell you,
Got to find the tools.
To discover what is true.
Like you Blues clues.

As the lunar cycle turns,
The nocturnal beast yearns,
A carnal desire that starts to stir,
So, ya best be ready for some super *****.
For I’m in a mood like a typhoon,
Imma bout to consume,
You in the bedroom,
Don’t need no costume,
Give ya a gorilla press slam,
Like I’m Gorilla Monsoon.
Cause I ain’t no boon,
I’m dripping in doubloons,
Ready to explore her tomb.
That why my girls so good,
At shining my harpoon.
Got me wanting to finish her,
Call me Ed Boon.
Blame it on the moon.

This is the Moon mood,
That fools won’t tell you,
Got to find the tools.
To discover what is true.
Like you Blues clues.

This is the Moon mood,
That fools won’t tell you,
Got to find the tools.
To discover what is true.
Like you Blues clues.

Starving for a lost knowledge,
Invisible to those with privilege,
Wanting support, needing a hand up,
Need a balance for my core, without looking for handouts.
Need acceptance, in a world where I face rejection.
Wanting knowledge to use as a weapon against discrimination.

Multiversal war but I'm out here surfing silver,
Fiercer than Galactus or any other heavy hitters.
I'm not a monster or a killer.
Imma Upper echelon rocketing raccoon, but don’t mess with the fur.
But if it came down to it,
I'd even strangle baby ******.
**** got dark, like some vampire thriller.
Call over Blade, to douse it with some holy water.
Stakes are high, like a mad titans slaughter.
Guess gotta burn some rubber, like the spirit of vengeance; Ghost Rider!
Collect a cosmic stone, but in-turn lose a daughter.
Some are afraid of death, others try to court her.
You may think you’re a conqueror like Kang,
But could still get cancelled.
A stank worse than the Blobs that never leaves ya.
Think I’d rather get Sentineled.
Or face off against the punisher.

Ring the bell,
Time to avenge the masses.
But only time will tell.
If we’re actually able to save they *****.

Multiversal war is on the horizon,
Fight till the last breath.
Like it was for the last remaining Bison.
Even if like Namor we are out of our depths.

I survive, I strive, I sacrifice, I strengthen
I live, I lie, I let down, I learn
I differentiate, I decide, I demand, I deduce
I respect, I revive, I redefine, I redesign
I am, I analyze, I articulate, I anticipate
I conquer, I condescend, I confine, I cultivate
I improvise, I initiate, I inspire, I invent
I grieve, I gather, I grumble, I grapple with my inner demons
My life in a few words, nothing I can't overcome or handle
because I am who I am, don't matter what people think of me.

They telling me to go away, they tell me I too insane for this game, where do you want me to go? This is my land, ***** you aint having any of it, look whether genre it is I own it, just like I own you on this beat. So woe at the fact that I've only just started, building up my life like lego. Can't handle my truth or the pessimistic ambiguous narcissistically lyrics I keep hitting you with, time to change up the formula, and put it up with hashtags and send it as a tweet. Can't stand all these people with misogynistic mindsets, i'll set you up with gasoline and light a match at you and watch you burn down to hell. The world is such a swell thing, Jesus no where to be seen, what does it mean? End of the world, archangels creating pain; well that's if you believe that **** man, lie's keep coming; what is real, it's so hard to tell. Fiends behind the screens of life controlling us like puppets, we're so blind but we ignore it continuing  our lives watching shows that dumb us down like Mr.bean. Don't listen to me, I don't really know half of the things i'm saying on my tracks. What are these things you call facts, I'll just continue spitting my hysterical criticism of your ignorant view, with my strong stubborn opinions. I'll steal your knick knacks, because i'm whack, a quack, i'll poison your freshness with my negativity as soon as my words make contact. Cinnamon bun dumb dumbs, do you even know how to function by yourself, your just a minion of the governments dictatorial dominion.

Rolling up to the joint,
Smoked mirrors,
Fogged perspective,
Disappearing amongst the crowd.
***** loud.
But I don’t mind.
Cause it removes the negativity within the mind.
The joint helps rewind the clock,
Beaming to the sky.
Can’t tell if I’m about to meet God or Spock?

Rolling, smoking, token child.
Bowling, inhaling and blowing out fire like a dragon.
Yo lighten up, pour the liquor.
Drown that inner broken child.
Don’t think about it,
Let’s get wild.

Having a bowl, no cheerios.
Taking more hits than a D&D dice roll.
Chip, chip, cheerio.
Ain’t into football, but I do love the superbowl.
Trapped in an unending scenario.
But I gotta do what I gots to do to not feel low.
Yo, turn up the stereo.
Stick with the flow.
Cruising along in a Camaro.
In an attempt to escape the black hole.
Woah, don’t ruin the glow.
Take another hit, get up and go.
Until ya return to nostalgic times,
When the only frustrating thing in life…
Was playing banjo.

Rolling, smoking, token child.
Bowling, inhaling and blowing out fire like a dragon.
Yo lighten up, pour the liquor.
Drown that inner broken child.
Don’t think about it,
Let’s get wild.

Peace and tranquility feel me with inner peace,
Yin and yang better make sure i keep up my good zen,
Animals wander, minds a flitter, can't just sit here,
Looking to symbols for enlightenment and inspiration,
Trapped yet free, breath in and breath out all transgressions,
It is what it is, can't change the inevitable,
But I find that still very hard to grasp,
Just sit here and relax and everything will fall into place,
Everything in nothing, and nothing in everything,
Chi and tea, reminiscing of what could be or not be,
I know not, I am just a human in a inhuman world,
In the world but not of it,
Silence has fallen over, this may be the end or just the beginning.

Dark clouds in my mind.
Abstract pictures of a life kept confined.
Shredded like the love I once hoped to find.
Got Distracted, was blinded, and got guided by the reaper.
Such a empty grasp.
As empty as my ******* glass.
Tremor shakes my once stable foundation.
Been an anomaly since creation.
Used to be so involved with socialization.
Till I was Driven to the point of isolation.
Watching society crumble apart.
Watching as the rich turn humble.
Watching prophesy become more than a just simple fable.
Bitter facts like that of a fig tree.
Human flesh, yet I got diseased bones inside of me.

Angel turned necrophor.
Father reaper passes on his curse.
That turns a once holy man bitter full.
That overflows my glass,
That once was half whole.
But now has turned into a poison pool.

Suspended like a rotting corpse.
Hanging by the neck of course.
Hope becoming a dark horse.
For I’m just an angel turned necrophor.
So be careful boy!
When it comes for the time to be knocking at your door.
Will you be fearful or satisfied?
When the time runs out for your soul?

Watching society crumble before my eyes.
Yeah I’m Watching as the rich turn humble.
Watching prophesy become more than just a simple fable.
Bitter facts like that of a fig tree.
Human flesh, yet I got diseased bones inside of me.

For I’m just Angel turned necrophor.
Father reaper passes on his curse.
That turns a once holy man bitter full.
That overflows my glass,
That once was half whole.
But now has turned into a poison pool.

Just an angel turned necrophor.

Friendships are easy to lose when you play competitive videogames, rage quits and pride on the line, and yeah that's when things get insane. Smash bros, tekken, street fighter, king of fighters and mortal kombat, the greatest fighting games to ever come out of game designers hats. Its magic man, its addictive like gambling, who is the best gamer and who is a noob that everyone be trampling. Gg bro, even though we don't mean it though, your not as good as us, compared to us you are nothing but a ***. Powning and owning all you suckers, PC or console gaming, either way you are bound to find some trolling little *******. Gamer life, and one aspect of the nerd life, but there is more to our expansive life. There are the: know it all’s who can reference anything and corrects everything everyone says, and if you can't keep up, you can have a nice day. Star trek and star wars, collecting action figures that are definitely not dolls, roll them dice boy to see if our clan survives going down the falls. Dungeons and dragons, role-playing in a fantastic fantasyland, joining clubs like board games, videogames, writing, reading or band. Make fun of us now, but in the future we could be your bosses, so think about the next time you say that were wasting time trying to beat a dark souls boss. Cosplaying and reading comic books, this is the nerd life man, relaxing in our snuggies and croc's. Don't judge us without getting to know us, who knows you might want to get on the nerd bus. On a mission like Frodo or harry, going faster than the speed force just call us Barry. Feeling lucky punk, riding over you like a monster truck. Nintendo, Sony, Microsoft, steam, Sega, and PC, may just be me but I love it all, I'm not picky I appreciate things as they are like Marvel and DC.  Go go gadget, hate getting stuck traffic, I'm not the killer, I'm as innocent as Rodger rabbit. Please Ed, edd, and eddy, don't need to cause a scene because that would be pretty petty. What's the sitch wade, better beat those bad guys that choose to miss behave even if it effects my school grade. Kids that watch Cartoon Network nowadays will never how awesome it used to be, shows like samurai jack, power puff girls, Johnny bravo or Dexter’s laboratory. Duck hunting, ****** tunes and chill binge on anime and the only slam-dunk we do is Denny's pancakes sorry Shaquille O’Neal. Pocket protecting fiends; not to good at puberty, man we spending it all watching reality kings. New beginnings, love seeing what’s new at e3 each year, except for waiting for that game to arrive, counting the days till it finally appears. This the Nerd life, I may have never got the attention of girls when I was young but who knows I may just find myself a nerd wife. I can't wait to show my kids all that I know, the circle of life man, now I have a new perspective on watching this kid of mine grow. Future hopes, future class blasting off into possibilities, nerd life man better build up my durability.

Going crazy, you’re words don’t faze me; I remember when growing up was as easy as driving Ms. Daisy. Been moving up lately, flying like the birds, man my stock be going up greatly. Lying awake, making myself a protein shake, working around the clock, I don’t think anything in life is a mistake. Making other rappers green with envy, is it a sin to be deadly? Not here to be friendly, hit you like a semi, might as well give me that Grammy. Ready, set, go, this is just elementary, got the wit, and you better bet my flow succeeds Excellency. Busting through the knot, love the fight, learned a lot despite everything, I’m still blowing up like dynamite. This wasn’t just done overnight, took a lot to get going, now I’m here holding my own, yeah that towel I’m not about to throw-in. Got the skill and the will, no fear, no need for a loan, destiny I will fulfill. Can’t deny my credibility, not just your average guy, got a natural ability that I apply to turn those blind eyes. Not one to deny, not some small fry, me oh my, establishment I will defy. So stand by, not about to comply, so to simplify, I testify that I will intensify people’s once unheard battle cry. Bout to bring the ruckus, don’t like it you can **** ***; I won’t sit here idle and let you continue your injustice. Not a fan of this monotonous spiral, for supposedly advanced beings we still act primal. Want to be a model, stop that vicious cycle, leave your denial, and then maybe there is a chance for humanity’s revival. These moments we use are precious, don’t drop the ball, and burn the wrong bridges. Sometimes you can be your biggest opponent, lie’s are potent, they will leave you broken, don’t believe the words that were spoken previously or in the moment. Never limit yourself, keep up a positive spirit, you are better than those jealous bigots. It’s not illicit to be you, after review, even though I may not know you, I don’t think you smell like mildew. I think to be you, is to be true, and if someone doesn’t like you, it’s their loss, not your fault that they have a distorted view. Anyone can love or hate, take this as a grain of salt, but just remember that you are the keeper of your hearts gate. Never doubt, there will be seasons of drought, it will get better, just stay patient, you will one day break out. Don’t have hesitation, don’t become complacent, keep a dedication to getting out of unhealthy situations.  You just need the right motivation, keep away from running towards short term fixes like medication. I don’t want to weep at your funeral, stay clean; any soul can be renewable. Life goes up and down like a trampoline; some things can be unforeseen, which can drag you down deep waters like a submarine.  So be careful in the battleground, it is not a playground; you certainly can’t fool around, for if you do you can end up underground.  Don’t give in, don’t be fearful, though at the moment it seems like you have no control and are in peril. Never settle for less, unclutter your mess, and release all your tension and stress. Never doubt; depression you will beat out, call the auto-bots because it’s time to roll out. Never rule out yourself man, you can work this out, yeah dude you just need a plan. Got to do the homework, file everything into groups like a network. Don’t let things keep you in the dark, become the spark and take out the devilish shark. Never doubt, not a time to black out, not a time to freak out, I believe this darkness can be forced out. Never doubt, never become a sell out, darkness we have to ***** out. Never doubt, before you go head first, you better map it out. Never question if you’re normal or if you’re cursed, demons we shall divorce.  Never doubt, let it out, work it out, don’t worry if every now and again you wipeout. Never doubt, before you say something you should play it out in your head, finish the things bothering you and put it to bed.

Running shadows closing in.
Feel the wave come crashing in.
Afraid that I have lost my mind.
Darkness creeping behind.

I am lost!
Lost in neverland.
Lost in neverland.
Shouldn’t have build my house on top of sand!
I’m just lost,
Lost in never land, lost in never land.
Won’t you lend a hand?
When I’m lost in never land?

Feeling swallowed by emotions.
Family can’t understand all the commotion.
For they only see the addiction.
Can’t you see That I am the victim?

Running shadows closing in.
Feel the wave come crashing in.
Afraid that I have lost my mind.
Darkness creeping behind.

I am lost!
Lost in neverland.
Lost in neverland.
Shouldn’t have build my house on top of sand!
I just lost,
Lost in never land, lost in never land.
Won’t you lend a hand?
When I’m lost in never land?

Broken bottle on the ground.
Feeling distorted on the ground.
Blood covered floorboards,
Sinking feeling enters my chest,
Toxins filling in the rest,
But most say I should just give it a rest?
But it doesn’t matter if I got on bullet proof  vest,
When my head is exposed.
But sure be my guest.
For if you had to deal with this pest,
Would you pass the test?
My demons rise, while my soul dies and eventually will forever rest.
I’m just lost!
Drowning in my sorrows,
Don’t need taro cards to know my future will end in sorrow.
So, I bury my head and dread the thought of what it might be like to be dead.
When the shadows come rushing in,
Telling me that I’m the vile villain.
And I can only stand these waves for so long,
Before I end up drowning.
And I’m afraid which got my mind spiralling out of control.
All while darkness holds me in its hands,
And I’m just hoping for some council.
But for now...

I am lost!
Lost in neverland, lost in neverland.
Shouldn’t have build my house on top of sand!
I’m just lost,
Lost in neverland, lost in neverland.
Won’t you lend a hand?
When I’m lost in neverland?

new start, time to get lit, it's time to start a fit, time to escape this fake *** worldly ****. I'm done man, last time i'll let the world consume me, it's time to be a new me. New beginnings, new struggles, new pain, new hope for the future of this rap game, don't give a **** if I ever make any real fame. I'm untamed coming straight in the game, causing ruckus, bringing a message for everyone to bounce to and **** with us. Yeah, this is a new me, sorry if you can't handle with this version of me, i'll be who I want to be. Forever clever, let go of that lever so long ago, i'm still the same guy, just now I have some buzz. Classyness is still apart of my business, independent living, everyday I rap for you is like christmas. New beginnings got me dreaming of what could be, wanting to make a change, ready to continue building up my rap dynasty. Curtain won't call for awhile while i'm still breathing, rap is making a comeback which is quite pleasing, this gives me meaning. Cranking up the whip, here to give some tips, not bout to jump ships, i stay here ripping away society's censorship. Get in or get out, this is what rap is about, rejuvenating this game with water because it's time to get out of this drought.

True chief solo, roll the leaf ya shrew,
Don’t be such a wino.
Skewed relief always tempo, don’t burn the beef, unless ya want a well done ******.
Got demons in my shadow, ready to pull the trigger on any sucker, that tries to trample on my rose.
Spin dash past these haters even if I gots my eyes closed.
I am ahead of my time, *****, these lyrics paint the sky, **** Beethoven I’m the truest maestro.
That’s about to go viral, so best hide your wives, daughters and your side ***’s.
Don’t require no recital Pedro, I spit raw lyrics as blood thirsty as kano.
Fatality.
I could shadow box with the gods, watch as the cosmos shake.
Could give a ya type two diabetes, the type of **** that make ya girls legs quake!
Every breath I take, every move I make literally shifts the tectonic plates.
I’m a weapon inside and out the bedroom, I’m a villain with devilish tastes.
Add fuel to the culture, watch as the witches, woke yokels, and haters get set ablaze!
This a new era *****, so ya best behave!

Hook:
It’s a new era, same scars, same villain,
Heart cold, but the fire stay drillin’.
New stage, but I still be playin’ the opposition,
Dominate the world, got to stick to the vision.

They try to rewrite me, but I’m still authentic,
Pain in my veins, every line’s embedded.
New era, same fight, I’m still winnin’,
You can change the time, but I’m still the same villain.

Starting refreshed,
Ready for a new year,
A new battleground,
With new obstacles and fears,
But having the courage to preserver.
Meeting new friends,
And making amends with family.
Gaining wisdom from past mistakes.
For we are not perfect but that’s ok.
As long as we try our best.
As long as we give our all.
Leaving no room for regrets.
For regrets can spin us out of control.
If we don’t wash it away.
And I know that some of you may feel split,
Like the ends of their hair.
But you need to cut off the bad,
For a healthier look.
For a healthier you.
Ready to take on and then claim this as your year!

new year, making merry cheer
making many resolutions, that will probably be broken
drinking many beers, louder and louder we are till we can no longer hear
new years the time to start a new you
new years the time to celebrate the beginning of a new year to come

Police fronting blue lives matter,
What are they some type of smurfs?
Treating minorities like they Gargamel,
Not even wizards yet we treated like a curse.
Can shoot us in the back, pretending all is well.
And go back home for some dessert.
Than the next day go to church,
To praise and yell.
Yet can’t hear us yelling for air,
When they knees on our necks,
What part of that is to serve and protect?
We are taught to respect authority,
Yet can’t keep in check?
But when power is left unchecked,
It becomes corrupt.
And for a department of corrections.
It certainly is anything but correct.
When they be jailing innocents,
Simply because their colour, makes them the usual suspect.
It shouldn’t be like this.
But in this world, the simple fact is.
That there ain’t no true justice.
For people like us.

But maybe in the next life!
Yeah maybe in the next life.
Things will be alright.
Things will be alright.
So, here’s to the next life.
Here’s to next life.

A life where I no longer worry,
About people following me,
In stores because their convinced,
Imma start stealing.
A life where I no longer worry,
About cooperating with my hands up,
Wondering if the officer is gonna shoot me.
In the back of my head than claim they did it defensively.
Getting away with ****** in the first degree.
And being able to come back home to their families.
Unlike the lost souls they took out discrliminintly.
I know that not all cops are bad,
However, they do have a gang like mentality.
By that I mean.
They defend each other’s actions even if they are guilty.
And justify it as loyalty.
I call it corruption and disgusting,
But maybe that’s just me?
And truthfully if good cops defend bad cops,
That makes them just as bad in my opinion G.
It’s like watching a bully continue to bully.
And not doing or saying something.

But maybe in the next life!
Yeah maybe in the next life.
Things will be alright.
Things will be alright.
So, here’s to the next life.
Here’s to next life.

Whispered winds, feathers gliding over hills.
Tulips bloom under the moon.
A moon so blue.
Sun where are you?
It’s been a day.
I’m left In the dark.
Nightmares bringing night terrors.
Like a cold grip when nobody’s around.
Tossing and turning.
Overthinking all of it.
Winds that were once whispering are now yelling.
Feathers turning into scales of a dragon.
Is this Armageddon?
Then it dawned on me.
And evil was dispersed.
Sun has come to my rescue.
And I fall asleep, knowing I’m safe.

Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

Masking my pain, not feeling ok!
What else can I say?
I’m living a charade!
Like some circus freak!
Drinking every week!
Humanity is weak!
Narcotics becoming lullabies,
Because I’m Losing so much sleep!

Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

Slowly turning into a zombified insomniac.
Anxiety dropping like bombs,
So how can I relax?
Feeling so stressed! It’s like my hearts in cardiac arrest!
So, I mask my pain!
No I’m not ok!
Drinking every day!
God feel my pain!
For I’m going insane!
So, Won’t you end this charade?

Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

This must be living nightmare!
Nightmare (x4)

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

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

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

(Verse 1)

Once upon a time, living in streets full of crime.
Got economy turning Oppenheim, poisoning the community with hopes filled with turpentine.
Got many coping to make a dime instead of snorting some lines.
***** so taxing it be giving me some wrinkled lines.

Watch as others front with them gold chains danglin’, ignorant to fact that most of populace be dangling.
Some by the rope, some by the ledge, at each throats, even got some finagling for they bread!
Perhaps that’s why everyone today be so crusty, wishing they were dead.
Everyone starts out a dreamer till reality shoots em dead.
To the facts that society never really cared.
****.
They say shared pain links stories;
I say scars harden tissue, everyone wants the glory, till the fame up and guts you!
So, best learn to stay humble and go find yourself a loyal crew.
Cause when absolute power corrupts, there ain’t **** you can do!

(Chorus)
I’m the goon with many tales, got style so divine,
Silk shirt shinin’ as I sip upon that wine.
Walk with a bop, see them haters fall in line,
Legends never rest, the crown will soon be mine.

(Verse 2)

Homelessness on the curb, as many stroll with ease,
In them Tailor-made suits; ya you bet they got that lapel crease.
They say karma is a ***** that plays *****;
So better watch your ******* knees.
Praying for forgiveness, but not even God’s going to hear ya pleas!
Got to help your fellow man to cure the disease.
There’s a reason for law and order man;
Like can you imagine if we just did what we pleased?

Every life eventually stops, but the clock stays ticking without prevail.
Reflecting on them schemes pulled off; to the nights spent in jail.
Best believe I never snitched, ***** I rather burn in hell!
Gotta kept that honor tight, otherwise the vultures start to swell.
While the weak cower & fold, I stand up with confidence knowing I will prevail!
I’m the goon with class, movin’ at my own pace.

(Chorus)
I’m the goon with many tales, got style so divine,
Silk shirt shinin’ as I sip that wine.
Walk with a bop, seem them haters fall in line,
Legends never rest, the crown will soon be mine.

(Bridge)
Now the lessons I’ve learned, they don’t come cheap,
From the flashy nights to the secrets I keep.
Respect over fear, but I’ll lay it down swift,
Eyes sharp as blades, and my word’s my gift.

(Outro)
So remember the swag, the story, the game,
The goon who one day will stroll down the hall of fame.
Be careful not to brag, stay humble, stay sane;
Reach for the moon, don’t let no one or nothing keep ya tamed!

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

The flask was built to crack.
We can’t unlight the match.
When War is on our backs.
Many are too blind & many won't last.
Silenced by cruel jokes;
Built to mask.
Built to distract.
Until we wallow within the decay.
That we have made.
Such a shame, such a shame!

The garish skies echoes in wallows.
The varnish was tarnished & stripped;
Like a spear in a hip.
The blood combined with tears;
Humanity sure is a hard pill to swallow.

The Torch is dimmed;
A reflection of our souls….
So, numbed!
By the freedom of fools.
Too busy staring at the sun.
Come along with me,
Into the black hole!
We were built to be controlled.
We were built to succumb.
Until we wallow within the decay.
That we have made.
Such a shame, such a shame!

The garish skies echoes in wallows.
The varnish was tarnished & stripped;
Like a spear in a hip.
The blood combined with tears;
Humanity sure is a hard pill to swallow.

heart of Gold?
that I don't have
heart of pity
heart of shame
heart full of lust
my mind is a disease
never giving up
never going to surrender
people call me stubborn
people call me a ****
I don't care; I am what I am
Heart of gold?
There is no such thing

I hate ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

I just don’t understand?
Talking about sunshine and rainbows.
The type of **** I cannot stand.
When the government is listening to our convo’s in our condo’s.
Selling the info on demand.

I just don’t understand?
Clapping all our hands.
Or dancing like a maniac,
Which makes me think your either high,
Or just plain mad.

I hate ******* happy songs,
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

I just don’t understand?
They’re not even remotely realistic,
The type of I **** I just can’t stand.
With words that are not only dumb but simplistic.
I can’t tell if they are pacifistic or sadistic?
Torturing me with things I will never have.

I just don’t understand?
Clapping all our hands.
Or dancing like a maniac,
Which makes me think your either high,
Or just plain mad.

I hate ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

Yeah those **** happy songs.
That are way to long.
You know those **** happy songs.
That get wedged up one’s ***,
Like some thong.
You know those **** happy songs.
That the radio puts on repeat all day long.
You know those **** happy songs.
That bounce back and forth in your head like ping pong.
Yeah, I hate those ******* happy songs!
Oh, lord please just end this song!...
Thank, you!

shake off the dirt of a person's words
it isn't worth your time or effort
don't drop down to their level
be you, be true, be free, do what ever you want to do
***** the haters, this is your life not theirs
not listening to you anymore

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