the answer is a question.
Believe it ....be it...  or **** it
Anxiety is indigestion
Of a future you cant stomach.
Need a bucket.
Reap the harvest of tomorrow
You have to plant seeds.
And man we
Know
Luxury is
a status. I just cant be.
Today's gift
Is push the envelope
Stamped. Addressed
To mister tomorrow
Oumarro  "has been"
And quarantine me in a
Morning
Where the thing between
My legs is more rewarding
*** all you know I'm *****.
I just hide it
On delivery
U.p.s sending wrong packaging
To your door you see
Its killing me

Flip inside out.
It's never going to start.
The twisted mouth
Of a ***** to fall about
The art of war. A heart
At siege
When walls come down
And guns come out.
Without a doubt.
My ***** should wish
About.
Some that matters.
Stead of having habits
Like a dragon's house.
Things undone he runs his mouth
And brags about
Till his tongue comes out.
And I slit his pouch
Yes it has a mouth.
Plot inevitable yet preventable
Like briar rose. Passing out.
16 years after.
The prophecy
Of a witch.
In black that laughed out loud.
I'm screaming let it be.
The laugh of evil beings.
While I'm passing out.
With massive doubts
I cant solve the math
I'm out
I cant cash this sum
Without blacking from
A blackened sun. Collapsing
In darkness.
Rapped in blood
My ***** the ****
That has me dumb
Cease his tongue. I'll have it done.
Let's have some fun

I'm delusional.
But in the depths of mycalamity.
I'm sleuth in who
I trust to root through. The damaging
To make proof
Of my insanity. Dramatic vanity.
Class suit.
Education is justice of  suitable vernacular for a rhapsody.
Trust in my outward
Insecurity to do.
Exactly what my inner fabric
Has to be.
A tearing seem.
Like my tattered Jean's.
And its maddening.
Creating a complex.
In my brain.
That s patterning
After a savage dream
Of eminem becoming my
Mister "has to be"
And voices laughter
Make ask believe.
If I concieve christ is in my belly
And it's actually happening.
While my opinions are like.
Al gores rythm
Blue skys. Distressing
What's reality
While a pattern emerges
Of me never really mattering.
Like my mom.
Developing a bank account with
8 figure salary.
From a lotto ticket.
Placed in my path
screaming.
Of my brothers incapacity.
To hide his body language.
God having  the audacity.
To listen to fall out boy.
Build complexes.
****** voices to
Enrapture me
In absolute insanity
color becomes
Black and white ... contrast.
Between my opinions
And the facts I see.
Eminem. Christ. Lotto winnings
Basically is what
I believe are happening.

Imagine a big picture.
Only gods laughter could fathom
While mantra
And montage show what matters
In a microscopic pattern.
I'm in slasher flicks.
My *****. Like eric banas
Anger
While ******* has fangs.
To my super human
Reproductive
Splatter
Seed of
Father. Jehovah. And the beginning
To infinite here after.
Love the status of all man
No discrimination
Of intimidation
From the system
Or the peers that never mattered.
Where ambition.
Keeps me blinded.
Slanted glasses show my tantrums
*** I'm not a woman
Or a man
Exhibit a my manners.

Who am I.
I dont know.
I have the thirst to reflect.
My nursing spirit
Is one to nurse and protect
I feel the urge to deflect.
*** attempting. Perfection
Has my nerves in a wreck

Here I stand.
Love for the soul. To touch one
My eyes like dice. They need secret
Keep in gods house..
The sleep of sightless flight
As birds chirp and cheep.
Teaching the life left in me

That more becomes a man
When god returns what's his
To your willfull ownership
For it is far more his will
Than should anyman
Possess.
And may I be stripped of these blessings should I grow arrogant
In self will
That's the storm of
Tears cried of the heaven
That keeps me humble in the sun
That nourishes the seeds that I've planted.
And only to feel important
Is my flaw.
When so much love is given how could I not reciprocate.
The love of s world in trial of times
Unbecoming.
in bad need of redemption repair and salvation
So much good exists here
As long as we have each other. May god bless you on your journey friend
Praise the song of god bless
You

Seems as if all I ever wanted.
Was a step in the right direction
When I got it. All else followed.
Near perfection. the heavens...
Yet standing corrected.
I fall short of the lesson
Lie when I talk
About a sitting obsession.
Prone to over analyzing. My time and attention. ..
Lack of ****** drive.
And indulgence in self.
Is a perfect storm for myself.
Nothing for somebody else.
I try to act ****.
Fiscaud ....and eventual masks.
It's a void
Trying to fill the noise
With ****** acts.
Decibels in my medicine cabinet.
Sounds and levels are wack
While my reflection
Like a fortune teller
Never looks back.
Its me trying normality
Through *** drugs and incredible raps.
All the rest of normal decency
I lack. That society has.
Yeah I want in his pants
He's the god father of rap.
But you confuse me so madly
I'm not sure I even want that.
He'd be a good father
Wheres he spiritualy at.
Couldn't tell. But he still wears
Sweats every day.
No matter how much material
Wealth that he has.
I always listen
To the watchmen.
It's a miracle chance.
That I even get a *** change
Before these next 7 years pass.