Recession of evil
The people develope the feels on the earth now
For my dimensional
Circumvention of real...
Like the earth round...
And im a circle it...
I'm certainly down



But further in the reaches of a terminal bond...
We die together forever.. the vision of mercy streak blonde
Lives on... after the sheets are washed
And the feelings are gone...
I'm not really a blonde.
Bleach is a compound beneath
Titanium iron and adamantium claws...
*** im tight ain't um ironic like a mutant with no memory..
An inventory... of perpetual healing
The scars. But never revealing feelings at all..
Like does marvel get more complex. Or does wolverine. Got the pain
Of seeing it all... and not feeling at all...
No human being could be beaten this bad for so long.

Bout to admit it.. confessional chess game...
I got rookie intentions.. you pawn blame.. on my late knights...
And queen head games
Your the king of the head games
Get some things set str8
cant get my ambition...
To embody a vision
Like bishop. Finish the check mate
And you crawl in a finished
Progression.
Taxi cab camera.
Invested in truth.. that suits bone chilling ruthlessly savage
Of tactics switch like fabrics.
From my lingerie always wet and
Smelly like cat nip...
Its like a clock is ticking to a time warp.
With a puma habit for consuming the track ****...
But you said I'm little in stature..
Wait man you going to get that str8
Little man with a bad name...
Give your snare some practice
*** i hit rhythms like a little boy
You had to hit with a diss train
**** on your little boy *** your
B rabbit and im the lizard
With a ****. And a **** stain...
I forgive. I didn't know either.
Lets get both our **** straight...
*** you got kick snares
I got big dares.
Truth I started the kick plate...
*** i was hiding my existence..
Like back door politicians
In a tight race...
While cleaning up the mind games..
And acknowledging. The
Dying days of supremacy
Of the white race.
We got a life change.
With optic vision. A decision
Color blind shades...
Like its only economics that raise the ******* crime rate....
Struggle comes from slavery...
But I still hide my mind frame...
From his try me suicide
Ride with with whole grain
As I ride the ****** night train..
Do or die babe....

Never knowing I say *******...
First than you.
Buy it with interest. At A prime rate..
And I find out my plot.
Was inner silence.
Screaming for your mind face...
In an obsession
With your shine like diamonds
In a light scape..
Mi waste is supply vibes.
That guys crave
But good luck getting between
My legs...
My past is slutty. But I promised buddy...
I would try it no matter how my inhibitions not my way
I guess I'm ambivalent to fate...
*** you feel miles and
Doubting heads pace
*** i don't think youll decide. Me do or die babe...
**** myself in heaven... impala doors
Ooh suicide rate..
Open up the new place... i furnished
With my true taste...
nothing on my mind...
But point of view.. my children... God and you babe...
So say no matter what we'll love each other even from the sidelines...
If god changes my true shape...
And life bends thought...
Mood and attitude... to separate
Our sides... oh well.. im ok with cruel fate...... just to let you know im true safe... and won't do something stupid
*** i ruined my due date...
**** it. Lets. Lose it... shoestring..
Like turning a new page...
I'll body you someday.
If you dont want me back...
**** my ****..
Removing ms. From my weapon of doomsday...
*** you know im a dude hey....
With luce wires.. wreckless past
And maybe two screws straight...
If i can't have you ill go rambo
And massacre. Your roommate
And  plan a due date
With wrapping you in a blue bag

Sarcastic exemption
of a flaky perception
Based from confession
of realitys active. Ambition
In the pond of natural living
With ripples from
Instrumentals and pencil shavings
Making a difference
I make war paint from a lead base.
Head case...
Metal taste.. no ammunition gets silenced...
I'll talk violent for a second...
*** i get primal in consecutive sentences in rhyming...
I **** silence like whiskey
And speak my mind for a living
Seeing for blind ness...
And leaving Jesus on my chest peace
*** i really hate violence
No wishing.. you get it...
Apprehension is fatal...
Defy the great depression
In fact *** you pray to the bible
Dollars dont add up...
Its just a paper you make the American Bible...
Like dare to stand against dead presidents...
Like I dont care which ******* terror mode I go
I'm sure my soul will get heaven...
If God shows me to find home
*** i **** nothing but whiskey...
Mister... had so many sins
family dried when my eyes out
Cry till its cried out
And got protected by harder pressure
Than process of diamonds.
From coal. Like the..
Empty soul of the devil
Better get mind blown
And my boys rose pedal eyelids
And rhymes of a child's soul
I know this wise whiskey spoke
I heard a note.
I see I speak from seeing
Only what I know....
Thats my poem...
Hope you like it bro

On the prowl for a persistent thought
Evading shady spots.
Graves of gablehouse vacation names
On rocks... sunshine take your shot
And pick your plot...
I'm not picky. For the friction.
But your existence. Is the vision I want.... *** your friction is
A different condition
Of hot...
Like slim Jim's and grocery tellers...
A carbon calorie over load...
And a million wishes
For the tip you give to the teller...
Like pictures of the develope
Only make smoke in the cellar....
Give it to me and I'll give
You it better..
Forever... penniless..  and focused together...
Here's my hope for whatever...
Wrote this note with
A smoke left. And a hope of forever...
Broke in the smoking cellar
But growing to heaven.
But its oh no im slowly broken
In absence of your
Devotion and pleasure...
Hope we grow old together

Definition of chaotic order.
A slave to *******
Made to order.
Comes by way of border...
I dont like this pain I snort up...
Sort of rage.
The famous sort of
Plague that takes frodos bags to mordor...
No more...
Looking like a bummy ******
More like something from me...
I got down on one knee...
And made that ring. My waking money hungry ******* nothing...

Laxatives. With irredescant tubs of honey....
I think that means my **** glows
Thats the buzz or something...
But lovely type of roses...
Smell like heaven
As it discloses something...
As long as I'm not hungry
I'm clothed and I don't
Have to take them off for money
I'll be happy as a pig in ****...
Cheers to the mess you know and still ******* love me....

I dont know the finer details
But got the main components
So beautiful and chosen.
You were gods objection of devotion.
But imperfections to logic
Which you would not know of
You thought God was flawless
As you shown yourself
In many golden moments
Make creation in your perfection
Overthrow the deception
In gods most intelligent osmosis
Lead an overthrow the creators broken was the  slogan
You charged a troop. Of once honored guards.
To slaughter God. *** his awesome flaws...
Not knowing wisdom.
Is balance driven...
You hid the plot. In Crystal vision...
He saw the system.
And violent rising...
You called this battle a fox in hiding...
In a still leg running plot of
Shaking little hit men
And In the night when all was calm
The palm of sweat
Swept from calm to psalm.
The war was on. And for a lifetime.
You were defeated pure...
To be re seeded to a heater that burns beneath the earth...
You were beastly marred...
And made a demon God...
What once was perfection
Now grieved and Flawed
Because you don't believe in God....
You make hate your gospel.
And your meanings lost.
You spent seasons. On a sheet of frost
Appealing to the creed of clothes
That pay heed to your demon flaws..
And we see that your beast and
Wrong...
Go to hell and be to rot...
Because your way to clean for god

Time to start the loss for thought..
I started panic in a micro round...
Mic is loud. Reciting
Lines from grease. Like Sandra dee
Is hype and she might
Fight me now....

Corrosive talk of destruction
Wearing phone lines down
To higher ground...
Wired for.. impairment
But admiring a siren sound...

Depth of faith and openess
The moment when you open this
Verge of emotions on explosion
The projection of devotion
In a home for
Acceptance. Graduation caps
Lack of motionless and hoprlessness
*** future is a voice thats best heard
With beats as dope as this
Micro doses. Of the potent fix.
And a world I know he'll fix....
Here goes hoping ****...