Oh sleepless night, why are your eyes red? Oh sleepless night, why do you gasp every time you close your eyes? Oh sleepless night, why are you paranoid? Oh sleepless night, oh sleepless night has all the sheep died, because you only see a fence without sheep to count? Oh sleepless night, do you want to talk about it? Oh sleepless night, why do you talk to yourself, have you finally lost it? Oh sleepless night, I think you have and I think I know why! Oh sleepless night, we are one, so really I'm just asking myself these questions. Oh sleepless night, was it because I heard my dad beating my mom? Oh sleepless night is it because I had a baby sitter that sexually assaulted me? Oh sleepless night, is it because after the baby sitter was asleep I killed him? Oh sleepless night,  Oh sleepless night, is it because I get bullied at school? Oh sleepless night, what do I have in my hand right now? Oh sleepless night, I tell you the truth I'm done with you. Oh sleepless night, Oh sleepless night, all it would take is a simple click...click...Boom!!!

I’m so tired of saying I fine!
When that’s not how I feel inside.
Please don’t force me to lie.
Know that I’m trying.
Smiling yet feel like dying.
Don’t mind me.
It’s just the pain I be carrying.

Why can’t it be okay?
To not be okay?
Sun is shining,
Yet it feels like rain.
Why can’t it be okay?
To not be okay?
Flowers are blooming,
Yet all I see is decay.

Wish you didn’t have to see me like this,
I’m just thankful that it’s me and not you,
That’s going through this!
Wish you didn’t have to see me like this,
But I’m thankful you’re not the one,
Who fell into the abyss.

But don’t mind me.
I’m just tired of saying I’m fine.
When that’s not how I feel inside.
Please don’t force me to lie.
Know that I’m trying.
Smiling yet feel like dying.
Don’t mind me.
It’s just the pain I be carrying.

Why can’t it be okay?
To not be okay?
Sun is shining,
Yet it feels like rain.
Why can’t it be okay?
To not be okay?
Flowers are blooming,
Yet all I see is decay.

Faux pas, my bad, my fault.
Trying to be perfect, I’m not.
Heart gnaws, it aches, it stings like salt.
Shoulda kept it hidden, in a vault.
Curse words, traverse through my thoughts.
And they haunt.
I’m trapped, I’m caught.
Depressions at the door, didn’t even knock.
When will this nightmare finally stop?
Wondering how I can delete it?
Like ctrl alt.
So, I can live long and prosperous like Spock.

But don’t mind me.
I’m just tired of saying I’m fine.
When that’s not how I feel inside.
Please don’t force me to lie.
Know that I’m trying.
Smiling yet feel like dying.
Don’t mind me.
It’s just the pain I be carrying.

Why can’t it be okay?
To not be okay?
Sun is shining,
Yet it feels like rain.
Why can’t it be okay?
To not be okay?
Flowers are blooming,
Yet all I see is decay.

After all angles have been unraveled, after all was done and said, I still find myself baffled. What people have died and bleed for, the world is changing, that is something no one can ignore. After all we are all about adapting and making life better; don't be nervous or scared, just continue on being a go-getter. Nothing wrong with that, in fact I agree, but the degree of society today in my opinion is still whack. There is still death, racism and unequal pay, but try your best and keep pretending everything is ok. Technology seems to evolve faster than our dismantled mindsets, entitled idolatry confounding in misogynistic hearts; I think humans need a reset. But we let it persist, and for those men that beat women you need to cease and desist. If you beat a woman to me your not even a man, your just an animal that needs to be put down for your stricken by a bad omen. Oh man, oh lord, don't care if a struck a cord, for I can't afford to be anything more than a sword. Cutting through red tape, not all heroes wear capes, one day I hope we never again have to deal with abuse stories or ****.

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

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

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


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

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

Whispering sweet myths,
Singing soft tune melodies,
Peering ahead looking beyond the cliffs,
To a beautiful commodity.

Telling white lies,
Sweet little discrepancies,
Tricking tender eyes,
For fools will follow anything.

Such sheep the lot of them,
With Shepard’s guiding them.
However, some Shepard’s are actually wolfs.
Lurking in the shadows ready to ****** one’s soul.

You may think us foul.
Hiding under our cowls.
But I’ll ask you now?
Wouldn’t you do the same?
After all life is game!
With winners and losers.
Survival of the fittest,
Which has been engrained in our DNA features.
Power is an interesting thing,
Pride before the fall,
The ultimate price to be king!
So, I ask you again?
What will become of you if you attain that all powerful ring?
You may say you’ll cure the world,
But the truth is when someone has unchecked power...
They’ll **** this world!
For greed is a seductive thing!
And our flesh has made us such fragile beings.

Only, only, only, only.
Used to be the one and only.
Grew up an only child.
Was raised by my momma.
Dad wasn’t really around.
For awhile.
And we patched things over.
And I do have half siblings from it.
And as far as I know I’m the oldest.
When I was the only, I can’t lie it did feel lonely.
Just had my imagination to console me.
Dreaming of gaming with a sibling.
Dreaming of family that wasn’t broken.
But dreams are just that.
And this is reality.
I could wish all I want but it wouldn’t change a thing.
The best I can do is be ok with how things are and make the most of it.
For family though broken can still be loved.
So, I savour the opportunity to be involved as best I can.
It may not be how I imagined.
It may not be perfect.
But what family is?
What family doesn’t fight?
Lie?
Cheat?
Or Steal?
But with every negative there is positive.
So, what family doesn’t...
Help when it counts?
Support you when your going through ****?
Or Cheer you on?
So, even if you’re an only child or not.
So, even if you feel lonely.
Family will be there if you need them.

Torn apart, convinced I have lost my heart because I just don't care anymore! Fed up with people, fed up with myself, fed up with religion, fed up with all. Can't deny God, because of my past experiences but now I don't now how to feel about the this big G in the sky.  Should I leave and lose myself in the society that has corrupted this once innocent mind, these eyes that were subliminally blinded from the horrors of this poisonous world. So now I'm just stuck on this picket fence not knowing which side to take. I know what the scriptures say, that a lukewarm man will get spat out of God's mouth, but my question is why I have to experience this ****** life and be expected to sacrifice it to some guy picking his nose not doing anything for me. I apparently I have some real big purpose, so is that why I have to experience the crap I'm still trying to get out. Why couldn't have I just died? I know that's bad to say, but **** I have lost almost all my faith in hope for a good life.

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

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

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

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

When your family isn't their for you, when you can't afford a thanksgiving meal, we are here for you in your time of need. Orphan's thanksgiving that's what we do, when people in your family don't get along you can come here instead. A place with less stress, good memories, and a fun time. We are your friends, we are your neighbors, we are family. When you don't think their is anything to be thankful for we can be that for you.

Yeah, death and grim with nothing but crime, Politics are whipping us yet they themselves are getting whipped by big companies. Corruption, destruction, left to die the way I was made, becoming dirt that's all we are. ***** gruesome ******, I am done playing this unfair game, I need a compass to get out of this butkus of a country. I don't want to hear you're quarrels when you still have your hand in society's cookie jar, why can't you be classy and go outside to a diner. I am so burnt out with all you sell outs, left to walk along my own way, why all you listen to crap rappers like Kanye. Rap is dead, hip-hop has no hip to hop too, this business is only interested in demeaning women, and having fancy things. They don't look at real issues anymore because they would rather sell lyrical ****, they don't care about you or anybody when it comes to making money. So go ahead buy that diamond ring and ride in your Lamborghini,  hope you enjoy it for at least a few seconds until you realize it doesn't make you happier, that it doesn't help you with anything. Status has it's hold on us, because after all it's all about that american dream, that most will never reach. Keep blowing all our money on the lottery, because you never know, well I do know that they are the ones who'll make the profit not you. Pipe dreams are just that dreams, hope is a desolate thing we live and breathe we are a bunch of bottom feeders that will attach to anything we get our mouths on; just like a leech. This is reality don't care if you believe me or not, it's ok you're still trapped in a box like a good little shrew.

overcame death, overcame adversity, overcame animosity, overcame monotony, overcame everything that came at me. Underdog since the beginning, no one ever would have bet on me making it, that's probably why I did make it. I don't need help, I don't need your approval, I don't need anything, because I am the only one who can deal with me. Abandoned, betrayed, been a slave to society, I done with all of that, I am my own man. Haters are always going to hate, can't please everyone, and i'm ok with that. I overcome, I don't quit or give up with life, because it's just too exhausting.

Brain on a different planet didn’t even plan it, brain on a different tangent and I don’t even understand it. On a new level cause I built up to it, on a new level and I got yawl to thank for it. Bringing substance that isn’t corny but is really honest, strangling the temptress that wants me sell out and take narcotics. Like I would want to be brain dead, and if you think that I’d risk it you must be a bonehead. Classy taking out these ****** rappers that are anything but dapper, I’m not a ******* nor am i Yornica yeah I’m a native go figure. Who knew they still existed, but hey colonialist ******* tried their hardest. What is a culture when the culture has been stolen and who owns land that’s already inhabited hmm good question. Extinguished family teachings so the next couple generations lose connection and our proud identity is fleeting. Beating ourselves over it, beating others because it’s hard growing up without mothers and fathers yet people say get over it. It should be apparent that those who never had parents wouldn’t be able to parent. But apparently we should just get over it, ******* ******* for our land, race, culture and beliefs were taken away so no I can’t simply get over it. Religion seemed like a good thing because we also believed in a creator, but these supposed holy people turned out to be as evil as ******. No wonder indigenous people have a hard time with believing in a all mighty deity, who let people destroy everything we had like so much for its Devine protection and security.  But ***** it we should just get over it right, and if you say that again ***** you best get out of my sight. Get over, get over it, it’s dead and gone yet still to this day natives are on the other side of the gun. Hands up but it don’t mean much, I said hands up but it don’t mean much! Get over it, get over it, I swear I didn’t do ****, but get over it, for you just being brown means that you must’ve done it. Hands up get on the ground, got us all lined up and in chains awaiting to go to the pound.  Hands up get on the ground, but you best beware who you kick around. Everyone’s got a breaking point, and I don’t know about you but I hate being at gun point. Get over it, get over it, it ain’t worth it so stop it. Get over it, get over it, just drop it and forget it. I’m sorry but I can’t simply get over it nor will I get over it!

They call me the smartest *****; they look at me like they would at Sauron.  Maybe I am just destined to be defined like an oxymoron, and also why do people shut their doors on me like I was a Mormon. Did I make the right choice when I took the blue pill and moved into Zion? Don’t know how to feel or who or what I should rely on. Bygones are bygones, got to follow the drill, so best not pull any funny ones. Being spied on, got no where to run, after all when your under a dictatorship there is no time for fun, there is only time to train one how to shoot a gun. Blang blam got a cross on fire on my lawn from the dreaded Ku Klux ****.  One extreme to another, what happened to Jesus’s teachings of how we are all heavenly sisters and brothers? **** the American dream; **** this apparent land of the free where anyone from anywhere can attain cream. Not a joke so turn this into a meme, this is serious if you only saw the things which some claim as the unseen.

Open your mind; don’t bind yourself to devilish things that appear kind. Charging up my chakra, hypnotizing you with my words like I’m the unclaimed child of Big Poppa. I am so waka I get yawl flocking to my flame, my bars aint **** yeah they as lit as Mary Jane. Bulking up like Bain, natural leader and I got a big brain. Some stalker ******* get so shady, thinking that I will spend my gravy, or that I will have their baby. Sorry I am not interested in getting rabies or taking a taste of your dead daisy. This is my loot; ***** the only thing I’ll give you is the boot. Scoot away from me, best stray by the bay before I write a restraining order on thee.  What is this world coming to? Harold be it that we stuck in a rut with a storm beginning to brew.  

People say I should stop drinking because I got family duties and responsibilities but I drink because I have to deal with the stress from family duties and responsibilities.  **** it all; **** my *****, better duck down because one punch and you’ll fall. Got the gall, Pokémon master man **** right I’m about to catch them all! I’m super and I like to smash bro, so better hide your ***** and your side **. Classically unclassified, mentally traumatized from a fall out of a genocide. Time to be unfiltered; rhyming from a heart that used to be good but now has been altered. Maybe I am just an oxymoron, just a sly fox that know how to survive because no matter what my hope for a better world will stay strong. I may live in this world but I am not of it, I may continue to give until I decide to say ah **** it! Isn’t it ironic? Isn’t the whole point of being a rapper to make a profit and strive to rap as fast as the speed of sonic? Let me puff some **** and drink till I’m subatomic. Wouldn’t that be ironic? Wouldn’t that be something if I chose to become like everyone else and live out a life of being toxic. So am I ironic or am I just an oxymoron? Don’t give a **** either way because I am iconic and will take anything you haters bring on!

Come and have some tea with me,
Don’t be afraid, you’ll be okay.
Fears are imaginary, indulge in the decay.
Pass the crumpets to the invisible dead.
Don’t want to upset the spirits, pinhead.
Every scenario is like a dance on fibreglass.
Weighted shoes, the burdens, gotta relax.
If you’re not careful, you’ll start to make cracks.
Tiptoe around the subject,
Like it’s your first time.
Deflect the conflict of an unstable mind.

Can’t you see we are stuck within a padded cell.
What if reality was actually hell?
What is real? It’s hard to tell!

All around the room, a faded memory.
Underneath the cobwebs is where trauma blooms.
All around the room, a jaded sensory.
A glitch in system, that can be triggered by smells of perfume.
Don’t want to return to that time of gloom.

To weak to stop it,
Pressure builds,
Can’t contain what’s within the closet.
To numb to move,
All I can do is watch it.
Hurt by the one’s I thought I trusted.
Thought I’d be over it now,
But I’m still left disgusted.
The shivers are reminder,
A reminder that I lost it.

All around the room, a faded memory.
Underneath the cobwebs is where trauma blooms.
All around the room, a jaded sensory.
A glitch in system, that can be triggered by smells of perfume.
Don’t want to return to that time of gloom.

Can’t you see we are stuck within a padded cell.
What if reality was actually hell?
What is real? It’s hard to tell!

Sometimes I feel like therapists are like vampires,
They **** me dry.
Sometimes the best intentions,
Lead to the worst of times.
Gotta keep the industry moving,
If you can’t keep up you’re left behind.
Everything is a product,
But what about the products with compromised designs?
If you can’t understand what I’m saying,
Read in between the lines.

All around the room, a faded memory.
Underneath the cobwebs is where trauma blooms.
All around the room, a jaded sensory.
A glitch in system, that can be triggered by smells of perfume.
Don’t want to return to that time of gloom.

Can’t you see we are stuck within a padded cell.
What if reality was actually hell?
What is real? It’s hard to tell!

Pain comes in two forms.
The physical and the internal.
So, externally a person can look happy,
But internally they may be crying.
What you choose to do with pain is up to you.
You can either let it fester inside of you or you can see it as a learning opportunity.
However, letting pain fester will not only hurt you but the ones you love.
For pain can turn into envy, hate, pride, hardened hearts, offence, and victimization.
Pain can also turn one towards addictions to drown out the pain.
But no matter how hard people try to drown out pain it will never satisfy.
But wisdom from pain can lead to change, healing, empathy, love, openness, and what some call “truth bombs”.
Pain can also motivate one to work harder or exercise in order to be strong enough to face any storm that may come.
You can either stay stuck in your pain,
Or you can move forward.

Rejuvenating a heart thats is aching, a new path I'll be creating. Getting up, not letting the pain keep me down and isolated, **** other hatred, not going to intimidated by self infatuated num nuts that try to get me all irritated. There are different seasons we go through, nothing last forever, and I believe that you and I can get through this painful endeavour. Rising like the stars, strengthen our resolve, not going to run towards quick harmful solutions like drugs and alcohol. Keep on trudging even if you think your exhausted, you will never be alone, you will never be forgotten. Don't let the lie's circulate in your brain, pain is only temporary, don't end your life, there is a lot of positives to living, you just have to keep on getting through the pain writing terrain. If I fall your there for me, if you fall i'll be there for you, friends stick together no matter what each other may be going through. You shall have victory, just keep holding on, just keep going because life is a marathon. I know it seems like you never going to get a break, that your nothing but a mistake, that your not standing on very solid ground and that everything is beginning to quake. Just keep remembering and believing that the pain won't last, life is what you make it, just keep strong and I promise you'll have a blast. Day after day, some shine, some rain, I won't worry because I know in my heart that everything is going to be ok, even though at the moment there is some pain. Broken down, broken hearted, feeling like death, just concentrate and take a moment and take a breath. Strained and pluckt, drained out of positivity, trying to keep it together when your drenched in negativity. Open your mind, be limitless, don't hold onto stress, clear your mind don't over obsess. Pain won't last, time moves on, you are more than your predicament, love yourself, and keep being a phenomenon. wake up, rise up, see what you're made of, find true love, find your peace and fly into the sun above. Life can be a bit of a *****, because if it were a **** it would be easy, this is a journey man, it's bound to get more than a bit breezy. Turn around, 360 scope, don't look back, just keep on going, and if your in some rough waters, just keep on rowing. Like dory, you just got to keep on swimming, so what if you keep on missing your target, just keep on swinging. Pain won't last, do what you got to do, there is no need to slice your wrists dude. Pain won't last, your going to have that breakthrough, you just have to believe that you can break through that pexiglass.

Killer boy, crawling through life like a caterpillar, yeah I work hard but get under appreciated like a water boy. Cute & Dangerous like a panda, waving my native pride like it was a banner. I'm not interested in slutty broads; yeah I don't waste my time on those frauds. Never been to London, but I am stunting, roasting haters in my oven. Girls be looking at me with panda eyes, but I am wise for not replying, because all though good in the moment, I know it will lead to my demise. Just let me versify and revamp the bounds of rap, yeah I'm about to cross the transversal line. I sometimes internalize my hate and fear, while critics are quick to crucify, it's fine because society has begun to blur. Let's prioritize our animal instincts, get what we want in an instance, who needs to care about logistics.

Hunter like tactics; we are so polarizing; praising meaningless merchandise; even if it's gimmicky and unappetizing. Just keep on pandering to propaganda, keep on working to help the great scandalized top banana.  Everything looking black and white, can we bounce back, and once again thrive in the sunlight? The inner blackness is ready to come out, the sinner that creeps in my dreams like Freddy, is there a way for me to get out? The white light of hope tries to stay strong, but how do I do that when it feels like I'm an anomaly that doesn't belong? Inner clash, inner turmoil, feels like I'm going to crash, is there time for us to unwind this coil? Deception is this addiction, struggling with affliction that sparks some friction. Sitting on the floor with a bottle of Gibson, only one more stop till I reach destruction. Sip after sip, as I start to drift, wondering if I am just a small blip, starting to question if life really is a gift.

Blackness keep on bearing down, just a canvas of blankness trying so hard not to breakdown. Searching for light to give me might, to give me motivation to continue on to fight. Just a panda; vicious but vulnerable; precious but endangered; wondering if my soul can be recoverable. How do I transition, how do I change my position, how can my intuition help me avoid this oppositional demolition? How do I carefully plan my mission, how do I clear my vision, how do I deal with this condition? Do I go to a hospital, do I dig deeper psychologically, do I become an apostle? Do I go to an intervention; do I take pills for suicidal prevention? Black & white, despite these attacks, I will bridge the gaps, and destroy the traps. Good meets bad, bad meets evil, forget the prequel; time to move on to your sequel.

I'm just me and that's ok, I been through the fires and the storms, living my dream. I am who I am because of those experiences, sure they were painful and tearful, but now im living my life cheerful. This is my paradise, and this is only the beginning of it, any expectations or ideas I have probably don't even compete with anything I am going to accomplish in my future. I don't regret my past, because I can't change it, the only I can change is my future. I can't change anything but myself, and can't change anyone, but I can help them accomplish their goals. I don't want to fit in or be like anyone else, because I'm me and that's all im going to be. I found my magic, I have found this passion that fills me with joy. I thank God for the answer I was searching for.

Struggling with love,
As I fumble through it,
Not fully sure if there is a man above.
But I’ll get through it.

Father was all out of love,
But I grew accustomed to it,
Was caged like a dove,
Till I broke through it.
Shattered the glass ceiling,
Because I said ***** it.
My heart was reeling,
Got married then divorced before I knew it.
Wish I could leave it all behind,
But my trauma keeps me stuck in it.
Sometimes I wish I could rewind,
The time my heart took leadership from my mind.
For I always was chasing love because I never had it,
Thought I found the perfect magician but now all I’m left with is a rabbit.
With negative self talk becoming a habit.
If looking for love was a drug,
I’d be a crack addict.
For my self-worth was mugged,
Got my swerving into oncoming traffic.
At least then my death could be like my birth; ******* tragic.

For I’m...
Struggling with love,
As I fumble through it,
Not fully sure if there is a man above.
But I’ll get through it.

Maybe I just lost sight,
But if I enter church will God Smite?
Like that rabbit, I’ve been camouflaged my whole life,
Running away from danger, because I was too afraid to fight.
While chasing after carrots without any hindsight.
Heading right into a trap, perhaps I’m my own biggest plight?
Lying to myself and others by saying I’m alright.
Yet wishing I could go plus ultra like All Might.
For I’m feeling so powerless,
Filled with cowardice,
Living in a world so colourless,
It just feels like I was hit with a Judas kiss,
****, but I guess that just my penance.
Used to be the king of my tower,
But as the clock hits the final hour,
The people I used to step on like flowers,
Turn to lions that devour.
****, but I guess that just my penance.

Maybe that why I’m...

Struggling with love,
As I fumble through it,
Not fully sure if there is a man above.
But I’ll get through it.

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

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

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

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

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

Needless perfection!
No, place for me to fail!
The day I fail, is the day I end up in hell!
Trying obsessively to gain approval.
For father might beat me, if I don’t come home with that perfect score!

I must sustain, I must refrain from temptations.
Holy father, why was I burdened with this obligation!
However, I refuse defamation! For I must exceed these unattainable expectations.
Breaking down, bloodied and crying!
All the while my soul is dying!

Suffering, Suffering, perfection can be so damaging, damaging!
Muttering, muttering softly for I’m fearing the inevitable punishing, punishing!
Wondering, wondering if I’ll ever be free?
Won’t someone help me please!

Caged so long, I no longer remember what is was like to be flying!
Free birdy, chirping so happily.
While I'm sitting lonely as friends be looking so care free!
Wishing that were me!

Suffering, Suffering, perfection can be so damaging, damaging!
Muttering, muttering softly for I’m fearing the inevitable punishing, punishing!
Wondering, wondering if I’ll ever be free?
Won’t someone help me please!

Gotta love these perfect imperfections,
Looking both ways,
Always got me second guessing.
Wondering if this is all just a lesson.

Is this all just a lesson?
Got so many goals but I’m just not that invested.
Writing down all these words,
Hoping they are effective,
Love me or hate me but I’m still my biggest critique,
And anxiety got me spinning more out of control than a fidget,
With existential crisis’s filling up my brain with so many questions.
Who am I really? How good is my intentions.
I have a very passionate soul,
Yet I can still be crippled by depression.
But I try to stay positive and count all of my blessings.
I can fall face first over a hundred times,
But still get back up each time more determined and strengthened.
I’ve come to the conclusion that nothing gets done by just stressing,
For I need to discern the lessons from these seasons.
And knowing when to reach out to others when it feels like I’m sinking.
Trust me when I say you just gotta hold on and keep breathing.
Hold on and keep breathing.

Gotta love these perfect imperfections,
Looking both ways,
Always got me second guessing,
Wondering if this all just a lesson?

Is this all just a lesson?
I may not know where this road is headed,
Trusting these lyrics bring hope to those that feel neglected.
For I know how it feels to be disjointed from a society that just doesn’t get it.
Which may make you feel like you just want to end it,
For the pain is just so far embedded,
And if you’re skin is coloured your left unprotected.
Prescribed drugs that are either force fed or injected.
However, I refuse to be controlled or to be tormented,
Nor do I care if people are offended,
For I will decide where I’m headed,
And I will never sacrifice my objectives!
No longer will I be subjected as a suspect to be tested.
You can try to strip me naked,
But you can’t strip my individuality or my perspectives!
I’ve come to love my perfect imperfections,
And to count all of my blessings.
Even when I feel like I’m drowning,
I’ll will hold on and keep breathing.

Gotta love these perfect imperfections,
Looking both ways,
Always got me second guessing,
Wondering if this all just a lesson?
Is this all just a lesson?

Gotta love these perfect imperfections,
Looking both ways,
Always got me second guessing,
Wondering if this all just a lesson?
Either way I’m thankful for these lessons.

You can’t bejewel my mood,
Or glitter bomb my experience.
For my inner darkness consumes,
That turns love to violence.

You can’t wash away what’s permanent,
Or paint over to hide the cracks,
For my temperament reacts,
Like some uncontrollable experiment.

You can’t fix what you can’t see is broken,
Or use glue or tape to build a foundation,
For my trauma corrodes,
The attempts towards betterment.

You can make a diamond from coal.
Only if it can handle the pressure.
But my hearts already been crushed,
Becoming nothing more than sediment.

They drag my name through mud,
Yet I Persevere!
They kick me while I’m down,
They spit on my body,
They call me names, bully and slander me.
Yet I Persevere!
They mock my heritage,
They think it’s funny to dress as me.
They abuse me in all four directions.
Yet I Persevere!
They **** my people,
They make sure we end up missing,
Than they tell me I’m next.
Yet I persevere!
They say I’ll never amount to anything,
They racially profile me,
Than they tell me to get over it,
Yet I Persevere.
I will always persevere,
No matter what you throw at me.
I will persevere!

To say nothing is to do nothing. Am I nothing at all, and if I were, would you even notice? Figmented into nothing more than imagination, is there a point to this ****** creation. For much is worth, and worth not so much. Is it the man I see before me true? Am I true, if nothing exists, we are nothing. If everything exists, are we everything? Can words really bear the weight of ten thousands slashes across one's flesh? To live, live lively, to love, be lovely and to boast, be boastful. Fermentation is the delegation we thrive on. One must grow, or wither away to nothingness. To hurt or to hate, what are these feelings that make light hearted children into detrimental miscreants. Whose fault, if fault is at hand. Is it all just part of one's make up. The human condition, but what is it to be human? Are you there? Are you listening? Do you Understand? If not there then where and if not listening then whom do you listen and if you don't understand then what is your understanding. What am I saying? Just words to one's ears. Are thine words be blatant or do they have uniformed meaning? Philosophical condemnation, physiatrics fundament reasoning. Enlightened soul, what is a soul? How can one get to igniting it? Barriers effect the basis of our own judgements. Then how can we cry when another judges us on the same basis?

Got a mind like a fortress, thoughts garrisoned within.

Philosopher's stone flow, chosen one turning frowns to grins.

Masked like zorro, but I ain’t playing pretend.

Do you see the faux pas dear dora? Or is this too hard to comprehend?

The only gadget I use is my mic and my pen, so don’t test me;

I'm batshit with the counterstrike built right in.

So, Better stop to smell the flora, before ya taste lead.

Gotta have that intuition masked with an Aphrodite ready to burst like an unloaded grenade pin.

That’s what happens when ya suppress sin.

And they say that ya couldn’t weaponize one’s kids!

****.

Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Uh, try to let it go, but it stay on me.
Can’t escape it, nah, it stay on me.
Look—

[Verse 1]
I wake up, bottle by the sink, come on big guy the sky is feeling real low.
No cap, ***** is twisted; got me relying on the daily dose.
Wonder if the moment will come, where I succumb; comatose.
Desensitized to the trauma; just another name, just another overdose.
Tried to quit once, but the withdrawal raked me over the coals.

Got chemistry like Walter white.
Meds in the bloodstream, I’m my own worst enemy.
Dark days, every night mama praying against the debauchery.
Brain fightin’ back, but it’s hard findin’ energy.

Prescription like a chain on my mental frame,
Want the freedom, but the pain always call my name.
Can’t fake it, wish I didn’t need to take it to stay sane.
Life is a bane, that breaks the backs of anyone not just Bruce Wayne.

[Chorus]
Pop one, pop two, keep it on repeat,
Tryna break free, but it’s holdin’ on deep.
Sick of this cycle, man, I can’t retreat,
But without it, I’m stuck, can’t feel my own feet.

Pop one, pop two, keep it on repeat,
Chasin’ the dragon to escape the streets.
Sick of being tired, tired of being sick,
But without it, I feel like a cat in heat.

[Verse 2]
Aye, doctor talkin’ ’bout “Take ‘em as prescribed,”
But these side effects got me questionin’ the vibe.
One for the head, one just to stay alive,
Now I’m a prisoner to the pills that I despise.

Homie, they don’t know the fight in my cortex,
Smile on my face, but I’m cryin’ behind the subtext.
Weight on my soul, yeah, it’s crushin’ my complex,
Tryna medicate the pain, while being caught  up in a vortex.

**** hits like a ******* boomerang;
Worlds lookin’ cold, wondering if I’ll ever see spring.
Tryna be myself, but the pill’s have tangled me up in these puppet strings.

[Chorus]
Pop one, pop two, keep it on repeat,
Tryna break free, but it’s holdin’ on deep.
Sick of this cycle, man, I can’t retreat,
But without it, I’m stuck, can’t feel my own feet.

Pop one, pop two, keep it on repeat,
Chasin’ my balance, but it’s hard to compete.
Sick of this pill talk, life ain’t sweet,
But without it, I’m lost in the dark, no beat.

[Bridge]
Feel like a zombie, brain in a fog,
Tryna find God, but I’m lost in the smog.
Check the mirror, don’t even know me at all,
But if I drop these meds, man, I’m bound to fall.

Double-edge sword, yeah, it cuts both ways,
Better days ahead, but it’s locked in a maze.
Chasin’ my peace, but I’m stuck in the daze,
And the pill bottle whispers, “This the only way.”

[Outro]
Yeah, I need ‘em, but I hate ‘em too,
Every day, new battle, what I’m supposed to do?
They tell me that it’s normal, like it’s not abuse,
But I’m fightin’ for my freedom, tryna cut it loose.

Pop one, pop two, keep it on repeat…
Man, it stay on me, yeah, it stay on me…

Doomalate the formula, chemistry insane.
**** a hypothesis, lets pinky and the brain.
Combine with intensity, till madness turns sane.
Gotta break a couple backs, just ask Bane and Bruce Wayne.
Just like money doesn’t always solve problems, in fact it’s keeps many chained.
Like being being combined in a column.
Than Columbined.
Ain’t **** changed since 99.
**** will just keep receding like Derrick Whites hairline.
Till tensions blow up like Palestine.
I don’t mince meat or words just to appease your waistline.
Why can’t ya be more like Will smith by not swearing in ya lines?
Cause it helps me release my pent up aggressions instead of assaulting comedians!
Who knew the better role model for kids would be Eminem?

In this lyrical revolution, I’m Noah’s ark.
Floating over ya stone cold hearts.
That Think that I’m toxic, yet are the ones swimming with the sharks.
But I learned a long time ago there’s no use educating marks.

From rough sea's, to calm waters I shall sail the seven sea's. Heave **, brace yourself, FIRE! The pirates life for me, thriving on treasures no one can believe, living legends we will soon be. The pirates life for me, drinking and partying, living free with no worries. Fighting those who oppose us, becoming outlaws, becoming mysteries. Yo **, yo **, a pirates life for me, gaining cargo from weaker vessels is a part of survival. This is how we live, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

Straight outta the E-town underground, yeah you gotta do what yah gotta do to be found. Out for blood so you best guard your neck, for it's a dog eat dog world and I'm willing to whatever I can to get another check. Money runs everything, for you can't be anything if you got nothing. I earned this ****, and I'm not going to lose this **** because If I did I would probably lose my ****. Don't hate me for being brown, and stop trying to drag me down. Going out like John wick, yeah I'm about to do some sick tricks with guns popping off some stupid *****. Should not mess with me, for I'll come out of nowhere because like john cena you won't be able to see me. Not one to sleep around, because I'm looking for my other half and I don't want to carry around past regrets or wounds.

I know life ain't no fairytale but I want a love like tom hanks and meg ryan in the movie you got mail. ***** I ain't gay, and I'm no hick that you may find down by the bay. I'm a poet and I won't stop it, for I want something real rather than a hit it then quit it. In health and sickness, in poverty or wealth, in horridness or goodness. For ever I commit, for my love for you is too legit to quit. Never doubt or worry, not going to fold what I was dealt and I know sometimes it'll feel like a long shot to make up after a argument but we'll make it like steph curry. But anyways back to saying **** you want to hear, but **** it I'm done thinking sideways and being influenced by my peers. I don't sell out or buy in, for I'm out of my cell and ready to put all my chips in.

Life is a gamble, so either you can rise to your potential or stay on the ground and continue to be trampled. As much as violence is senseless sometimes it's the only way to solve things to keep on the illusion of happiness. People **** people, so how can we have a better sequel when we continue what our ancestors did because life is supposed to move forward not stay in some paradoxical prequel. Am I mental for be ethical? Am I truly gentle or am I just a boiling kettle? Proud of being different, and I'm not to say it loud and make it apparent. Classy but no wishy washy, yet I'm also Gaudy but not ******. Hastily with emergency I spit honestly gracefully and tastefully because it just one of my special qualities. Not to shabby how crafty and classy I be, for I'm on a verbal assault so best not **** with me.

Paging the future class people are catching up so best hit the gas. 3,2,1 blast off, raise the mast, to be unsurpassed so bravo squad please confirm that we have lift off. Yes in deed I took off, going off like a Molotov yeah I'm life is an adventure so best explore it like Laura Croft. Got the 8-ball rolling, so join along with me don't be a thot and don't be scared what life will be unfolding. Gotta have an appetite for destruction, because before you reconstruct society you got to fix its corrupted dysfunctional delusion. Watch your approach to this danger, because things will become stranger. But if it ain't ruff it would be to easy, and life isn't ever supposed to be breezy. Check your chin and make sure your looking straight, don't overdo it because we are as fragile as plates. You got to be a dope man just as long as you don't get caught up in the dope man. If you get asked to run 100 miles run 100 more, because you got to stay humble yet dedicated to the core. Never be afraid to express yourself, and if you get depressed don't let lies enter your mind that say to **** yourself. There will always be good, bad and ugly and there will be times where you takes hits as if you were playing rugby

life, so confusing, so corrupt, so messed up, so essential, sometimes fun.
jobs, so corrupt, so necessary, so stressful, so annoying, sometimes fun.
Poems, so fun, so creative, so intellectual, so good, always essential.  Poems is the only thing that show's the real me, poems are there when I need to grieve, poems is my creativity at work. Poems are me, poems are the only thing I need. The only thing I live and enjoy, and keep breathing in.

My heart ain’t full of blood; it’s a poison pool! How do I deserve a second start, when I’ve been so cruel? So much toxicity in my life, I ain’t got no living room! Maybe momma should’ve done me a favour, and aborted me from her womb!
Verse 1
In a way abortion doctors are like tomb raiders, but there ain’t no lost ark.
Just lost lives. ****.
But at least it pleases ark-angels,
**** privacy invaders, but hey it ain’t illegal.  
In the land of beavers and eagles,
In the land of burglars and seagulls.
In the land of Uber’s that be creepy like Sméagol.
This certainly isn’t a place for nobles, yet everyone acts like they William regal.
The internal war of this machine call me don cheadle. Dropped down from the sky,
But somehow the drop was non lethal.
It’s a quite a marvel, and I don’t why,
But how come people have a infinity to turn each other into soil?
We are our own foil,
We are our own trail.
All residing in isle de murtre!
All hiding within in our convoluted schemes that are like a crash derby.
It seems like people are counter intuitive, for being lucrative means evil becomes innocently deceivious like a sedative!
But oh well, it’s all relative! Haha!
Hook:
My heart ain’t full of blood; it’s a poison pool! How do I deserve a second start, when I’ve been so cruel? So much toxicity in my life, I ain’t got no living room! Maybe momma should’ve done me a favour, and aborted me from her womb!
Sly snide shy guy,
Juxtaposed with a super powered wise guy.
I wonder if today I’ll be Jekyll or Hide?
Empowered coward try hard,
Soured by the hour;
So I take a shot of fire then do a drive by.
Cooped up in my tragic mind,
That divides me and betrays me like Bonnie and Clyde!
But I cannot take a rewind!
So I got to make the most of this **** slide!
This is that do or die,
And this society has undertaken the position to toss me off this hellish cell like I’m mankind.
Hold up let me take a tech nine,
And light ya up like Ya Atlanta prime!
There won’t be no warning sign,
For implementing fear is the only way to keep ya in line!
Strip ya down like Harvey Weinstein,
For to **** a monster I got to be a monster so I got no choice but play the role of Frankenstein!

Alright,
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
I be on some dope ****.
Swimming in a pool full of roaches.
That way I don’t have to worry about lunches.
Web MD my diagnosis.
Losing touch of reality, got the psychosis.
Some think I’m precocious.
Bunch of snowflakes stooges.
Who have worse hair cuts than Brutus.
Imma hit em with a 450 splash, psicosis!
For this is where the juice is.
Yeah, I ain’t take no losses.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
I just might be the wokest.
While others try to be racist,
Calling me Pocahontas.
Imma knock em down like I’m locksmith.
It’ll be like a mortal Kombat victory, completely Flawless.
To be honest,
That is why I avoid those who are toxic,
Who haven’t a conscious,
So, to me their quips are nonsense.
It’s simply quite atrocious,
Afterall, it probably stems from them being jealous.
So, why should I let it hinder my balance?
Or roll with the punches?
As far as I’m concerned,
Haters can **** my phallus.

This goes out to my favourite aunty, I love you, and I hope you don’t get upset that I’m going to talk about you taking lots of pills.  
I just want you to know that you matter to me, and I don’t hate you, it’s just I don’t like what the drugs have done to you.
So without further delay, here we go.

Yeah, aunty and me had so many good times through the years,
But when you got hooked on pills, you changed and it puts me to tears.
You're so strong and powerful, but now you forget things, and you wobble when you walk.
I know you’ve heard it all before but it hurts me to see you struggling to walk.
Always be giving me money, even if I don’t want or need it, but you say I’m a growing boy and that I should keep it.
Got me hooked to creamers, that day we were at a bus stop on the north side, got so many ***** looks because it was in a brown paper bag that we gleefully drank and didn’t attempt to hide.

People always wonder why I don’t do drugs or have a problem with it, so I tell em that I seen the horrible effects it has put on my family and that I will never roll with it.
Plus I hate the smell of smokes or ****, ever since I was born man, I knew it was something that I didn’t want or need.
Coping mechanisms, drowning down reality in toilet, life is hard man.
I don’t judge anyone that turns to drugs as a safety net.
I’m just saying that it will hurt you and your family if continue doing it.
You might end up in jail, get your kids taken away, or end up in the grave when you choose to give into it.
Addictions are hard to fight, and get out of...
You can even start to forget about what really matters,
As you are so selfish or desperate to get your fix,
Not caring how many snakes you battle or how much you have to climb those ladders.
Popping pills, rolling up, drinking till you pass out, why do addictions have to be so deceptively beautiful?

But end up so disastrous that you’ll end up in an endless cycle that you may never get out.
Society does not help either, they say it’s ok and good to get high; to sleep with whatever or whoever.
With the lie's that say "it’ll never happen to you",
"You’re invincible,"
"Just enjoy that moment, that everlasting high."
"Drink and party, buy that brand new Ferrari with your credit card, you don’t have to pay right now."
Spending until you can never pay it back, wondering how you ended up in debt and what to do now.
Ancestors died for freedom, we dying for peace and momentary happiness.
Not knowing how to adult or deal with you’re endless depression and sadness.
Plus the Government won’t help you,
Invisible hand is an imaginary deserter,
Watching as you slowly push away your friends and family away for that high.

Not everyone grows up in the best of situations,
But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to make yourself live in a better situation.
It’s your life, your choices, your consequences, and I should know because I had to deal with my selfless ideas and their enviable consequences.
My auntie’s, uncles and my dad’s mom died when they were young, and their dad was in jail.
They had to find food and shelter to survive, and I bet that was a hard thing to do when your so young.
Not surprising though, being that the residential schools did a number on native people.
Which left the next generation not knowing how to be real authentic loving people.
I will never know that kind of struggle,
But I know that we start that change by working on ourselves,  
Before we can try to heal the next generation.
Instead of sulking in what has transpired in the past.

We must move forward.  
We must do something about it, so that it can be better.
Idle no more, speaking out, becoming a person, intergrading with other cultures again.
That’s how you can stand out.
Nothing will change if don’t do anything to change it.
Know your worth, and believe that you're worth it.
Don’t become just another stereotype or statistic!
Strive to be more than what others think;
Nothing is impossible as long as you stay optimistic.

I can’t believe it’s come to this,
Falling back to your arms,
Embracing those snake lips,
Just when I thought I escaped,
I am reacquainted with a succubus.
Even though I know my heart will be broken,
I anticipate the painful bliss.
Passion has a cost,
And I lost sense in my worth,
For all my life I’ve been treated like an arcade token,
Used and then eventually discarded.
In my mind I’ve spoken,
With my conscious hoping,
And encouraging me that I’m better than this.
I used to believe that but now I’m not so sure anymore.
Most days I feel empty to the core.
Drifting on a shore of despair.
If only you could’ve seen who I used to be,
If only I remembered who that person was.
Yet, some still care, hoping I leave her.
The temptress that deceived me.
The villain that is slowly killing me.
I know, oh I truly know.
Perhaps I may be the only one that really knows.
But, yet also the only one that can’t seem to let it go,
Some see value in material things,
I remember when value meant so much more to me,
After all the success or fame one achieves,
We’ll still be left feeling empty,
Which doesn’t make sense to me,
It’s like creating a recipe,
For self-sabotage.
It’s like every time I try to beat the odds,
Reality tries to get even with me.
Like the first time I laid eyes on pills,
They looked so sweet.
Taking my pain away like some kind of deity,
Truly, love blinded me,
To the point where I wasn’t expecting the guillotine,
That was awaiting me.
And, for the longest time I would lie,
Referring to these pills as a woman,
Because it was easier for people to digest,
How ironic is that?

The voices in the mind are a poison,
Internalized oppression taking away what was not already stolen.
The voices seep in, even when I be dozing.
Becoming a nightmare turned reality,
No wonder why I’m broken.

The hatred pierces the veil,
Cross bearing down, grab the nails!
A savage that must be kept sterile.
Internal sin got me feeling like the devil!
Drinking fire water by the barrel.
Thorns digging into the brain, father I’ve failed.
Feel like I’m in a spiral about to go down in flames like I’m Spyro.
The angry be boiling, got me toiling, off the rail.
Lost without morals, feeling as useless as a broken arrow.
Spear slides in the ribs, got me pale.
Bleeding out, pleading out, faith is frail.
Drowning in the deep, bought to exhale.
Grasping, begging, as onlookers watch me flail.
Arms spread out like a scale.
Will I prevail or Peril?

The voices in the mind are a poison,
Internalized oppression taking away what was not already stolen.
The voices seep in, even when I be dozing.
Becoming a nightmare turned reality,
No wonder why I’m broken.

Spat in the face because of my race.
Jeered by people that never had a taste.
Never had to risk, never had to face.
Trauma that is interlaced.
With people being murdered or go missing without a trace.
Jeered by people that never had their history erased.
Who always had a place, always had a plate.
Have you even seen the over representation rates?
For goodness sakes!
Told to get over it as we are getting maced.
Told to get over it as we are being disgraced.
Told to get over it as we are being *****.
With the inner voice becoming internalized hate.
And toxic cycles not hitting the breaks.
Simply because people aren’t willing to embrace!
Simply because religious zealots convinced society that we aren’t loved by Christ.
To those religious zealots I say; you obviously don’t know **** about Christ!

The voices in the mind are a poison,
Internalized oppression taking away what was not already stolen.
The voices seep in, even when I be dozing.
Becoming a nightmare turned reality,
No wonder why I’m broken.

Burdened, afflicted, addicted, caught up in thoughts of somebody's affection. Heart broken, life wasted, pain is the only thing left to hold onto. Why or is there even an answer? Had plans, had dreams, but now there faded only in my memories. Brain dead, living lifeless for the rest of what we call life. Price of addiction is a deadly one.

caught in a whirl wind  of deception, the truth is revealed
caught in a tight spot, with no where to run
lost is your honour, lost is your trust
from highs to lows, with shame showing from head to toe
now your all alone, for this is the price of deception

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I would rather be a solemn man than a Solomon.
Everybody wants to hold the crown but not the spikes.
Discover the heat in the kitchen with them pots and pans.
But is anybody actually down to listen to advice?
No… so no wonder history repeats.
Patterns of a Prideful Heart better hope it doesn't expand.
Watch the numbers; ain't no mystery why **** doesn't change in the streets!
We rather **** one another than give each other a hand.
All I see in my community is toxicity.
Whose at fault? Us or the white man?
Yes, the systems in place we're designed to create injury.
But we haven't stopped the demand!
We ain't stop or call for public inquiries.
Corruption runs deeper than a marginalized person's hatred for the cops.
Keeping progress under advisory.
Killing ourselves cause this **** is as complex as tangled knots.

Pride leaves one apathetic.
Defective and Unapologetic.
Pride can deafen ears and silence reason.
Pride is deceitful, makes you feel strong but ends up leaving you weakened.
Pride is a snake that will consume you.
If you want to change; find humility it will guide you.

To break on through to the other side.
Open up the doors, leave that drama outside.
Your past doesn’t make you who you are.
How you choose to end your story is for you to decide!

If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

When I was abused,
Would I have gotten help?
Instead of being refused,
They would’ve checked for the welts.
When I’d go shopping,
I wouldn’t worry about security flocking,
Checking on me, thinking I’m stealing.
Wondering when they’ll be kneeling,
On my throat, unable to keep breathing.
Becoming the next George Floyd.
But being native, it probably won’t be in the tabloids.
Oh ****, Canada may become annoyed.
Get over it, no longer will we be trapped in your void.
Our voices will be heard,
No longer will we be ignored.
So, if I got to stir some pots,
They’ll be stirred.
You may think it’s chaos,
But like they say, you live and die by the sword.

But...
If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

If I went missing,
Would they actually try to find me?
If I became homeless,
Would they actually lend me money?
Well they probably would if I were white,
Or if I was actually seen as a human with basic civil rights.
But sadly I’m native,
Someone that is seen as an inconvenient plight.
After 500 years you’d think, we wouldn’t continue being treated like parasites?
But if I was a foster child,
Would I be adopted?
If I was being threatened,
Would I be Protected?
Well they probably would if I were white,
Or if I was actually seen as a human with basic civil rights.
But sadly I’m native,
Someone that is seen as an inconvenient plight.
After 500 years you’d think, we wouldn’t continue being treated like parasites?

But...
If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

Verse 1:
Rising to top, but I ain’t gonna drop.
No,no,no,no I ain’t gonna drop!
Cause I’m sipping on success,
******* ******* on my private jet yeah, yeah.
Sipping on success, the grind never stops.
Get that tattooed on ya chest.
Facing every challenge, unable to be stopped.
No, no, no, no I cannot be stopped!

Pre-chorus:
Cause I’m always evolving, yeah!
Musics my compulsion, yeah!
Uh, I Keep on evolving, keep on evolving,
Living my life like a sultan, like a sultan.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Verse 2:
Hit the road Jack, if ya ain’t willing to step up to the bat.
But even you do, You never hit the level that I am at.
Sorry not sorry for the lack of sympathy.
All I gotta give ya is the smallest symphony.

Pre-chorus:
Cause I’m always evolving, yeah!
Musics my compulsion, yeah!
Uh, I Keep on evolving, keep on evolving,
Living my life like a sultan, like a sultan.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Bridge:
Haters gonna hate, uh haters gonna hate.
Unlike you I do not break, yawl too fragile, yawl too fake!
I pour my heart & soul into this ****.
& that hard work turned into grit.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Outro:
This journeys a hustle,
Some of yawl too soft.
Don’t understand the struggle,
That’s why I make hits and yawl make flops.