Yo so many pretties out chea, tryna be the baddest ***** of the year,
So many tears I see from the sweat, can't count on happiness,
If the closest thing to money, is being the realist, y'all ain't feeling this,
Tryna get a ***** to hear this, but they'll take it as a diss,
Can't see over the diamonds that bliss, ever since I was sunkissed,
I knew my life, was ****** over, hard to stand tall, and be a soldier,
End times is near, have no fear, angels swarming, demons cornered,
Pay attention the laws is written, why y'all lounging around, ain't listening,
To the sweet nothing, fighting over material ****, I see the monopoly pit,
It all falls down, born with nothing so I'll die with nothing,
Must be a pain to glutton, then all of sudden, they stay buying our rights,
While they got you focused on the black white stereotypes,
Peeping the game, that was told by Albert Pike despite,
The rawness of evilness, I take in and slowly progress,
My mind no time, to chase money, cuz it'll always run away,
Collection of souls, yo it's time to pay, the grim reaper ain't got nothing to say,
Only to repeat the same madness everyday
Once they take you away,


This dedicated to coppertone ******
White ******
Mexican ******
All y'all colored mofos
Y'all ain't exempt
Everything is ****** prepared
For the rumours of war
Know laws being signed as we speak
G'yeahh

Tis the seasons, find something to believe in,
Everyday new grieving,
Hard to be on the receiving in,
Money is the ultimate ambition x2


Manifested knowledge, without putting work through college,
Check my collage, philosophy of agony, y'all probably,
Ain't really feeling me, cuz my bars ain't about gun bars,
I'm all about ours, self respect over the tech, position my intellect,
Universal mind control, I sealed my soul, got more soul than Satchmo,
As the horns blow, melodies bleeding from
Heavens symphony,
Hell ain't too far behind, I been a pinhead since I was breed,
Into this unit of flesh, this is just a test, so how can I manifest,
Ingest the hungers of pain, in my brain on the edge of the insane,
Melanin seeds, yes indeed, I only put positive thoughts,
To intrigue the souls of people, yo
I give em what they need,
Backed off reality, took a look at my own
Autobiography,
Paper and pen, I write it properly, locked into
This earths prison property,
And I still shed, tears from my baby, though she long away and gone,
I still vibe off that old song, dancing and everyday romancing,
At night, I peep the stars glistening, close my mind to listen,
Deep within, I see the spoils of sins, can't break the imminent vision,
Of prophecies, written on a scroll, my soul feels of the old, rock and roll,
This is the wake up show, wear we seize hate and let the love grow, Yo






Gazing off into space, tryna find a pace
In this everyday rat race,
But that ain't the case, folks love to stick ya
Like paste then waste,
Ya feelings onto the streets, my soul can't even speak no more,
Wonder why we at war, with each other for, either rich or poor,
I sit on the surface core, to explore, new life of meaning in between,
No hate can intervene and, peeling,
Back the layers of time,
Still gotta get mines, no time to let chaos
In my mind, as I grind,
New version of sunshine, no lights flickering
From one time,
Or brothers to drops gems on a dime, still got hopes in mankind,
If we just peeped, the seven signs, cities of many golden hills,
Sway from the shills, and the government wheels, that roll on,
Like the band that plays on,
Different dance new beat, that you can hum along, the weak or strong,
Still feel the high off the seventies strung, and all madness that rung,
Fifty years later, still ain't feeling greater, seems more evil caters,
To good men no pretend, still stuck on false
Dividends,
Lyrical contortionist, the arsonist, hard for y'all to part from this,
Digest this feel, in ya soul like soul food, laying out smooth grooves,


Tis the seasons, find something to believe in,
Everyday new grieving,
Hard to be on the receiving in,
Money is the ultimate ambition x2

Though it's a sad world, reminisce on the time I had left with my girl,
Though she's gone, hard to hold on, memories seem to stroll along,
Wish I could shake the feeling, got the junkies itch on your happiness,
Baby I hope you hearing this, probably not,
Yo this is ludicrous,
You got me going crazy, think about the times of us riding lately,
In the caddy, you used to call me daddy, papi and you was my mami,
We supposed to have a kid together, but you caught the stormy weather,
**** the doctors, and the medical industry I know they killed my baby,


The whole world full of Sadness
Nobody can see the gladness
Through x



And many, through the evils of the medicine thrown at chu rapidly,
I miss seeing you happy, tears flooding my eyes since you demised,
Seems like the sun don't rise, no more darkness consumes galore,
Back into my room, I sit and let the pain consume,
Drinking til I catch a zoom, of flashes across my mind stashes,
Of nightmares, no one cares, what you going through the stares,
Of demons walking, next to the circle of your soul that bares,
Next to the stairs, of death I'm loosing my breath, can't find myself,
Steadily looking at the mirror, visions of you blurry, can't see clearer,
Cuz the water in my eyes, wont allow me see so it hide collides,
Into a state of depression, glancing at my Smith and Wesson,
Feeling like Paul Williams for once in my life, I had love, but I lost my wife,

The whole world full of Sadness
Nobody can see the gladness
Through x

It could get you killed, or Mark ya for ya last will, same thing but still,
Folks chasing after a mill, easiest ways to sell ya soul for a deal,
But ask yaself, is it worth it, loosin ya soul, for temporary profits,
See celebrities going through rituals, to sky rocket they careers it's crucial,
Wage their souls to gain control, but no soul light ain't brighten no more,
Bloods filling up the seas, to overseas, mother nature gossips freely,
She just waiting to strike violently, naw god won't be there to help thee,
Ya on ya own, tried to build a throne, falling down like modern day Babylon,
Temples is high tryna play a god, strikes deep in they hearts, and
They wonder why, pain comes to em, in the calmest form, snake charms,
Chattering teeth, once the see the serpent rising from beneath,
Necks hanging like a reef, you an Indian tryna play a chief,
At ease they ain't feeling these, soulful sounds of heaven's melody,
All deceit rolling on tv, money ain't the answer, draws victims like cancer,
Carefully architect the elect, and select, the few who's down with the crew,
They got the Willie brown itch, at crossroads tryna encounter the blitz,
Of ecstasy but them hell hounds, love the scents of souls desperately,
Know the power ain't in money, it's in the soul **** dough, ya know,

I was a kid, born with a fiery halo, says no preachers slapping crisco,
Telling me to let go, of the demons scheming from the gitgo,
Born in the months of a Virgo, and there if i go, got the light stored,
All across the shores, I feel the breeze, and the winds blowing slowly,
Caught a whiff of the spiritual drift, almost pushed me to the cliff,
Keep a spliff, chunky light the blunts pass it slowly, to my homies,
Thinking of ways to make pays, but it seems shadiness, is the only way,
To make an honest pay,
I could grow a jheri curl like O'Shea, make y'all ******* fear me, hear me,
Out I'm not ever gone rap about, that fake ****, make or take it,
We talking points, high and publishing so why, lie to yourself,
It ain't good for ya health, now you gotta move ya steps in stealth,
But I say **** that, I talk back, so what if I die it was my time to die,
Never question why, of the universe I speak so real in this verse,
I swear you'll see make shaking in my hearse, every soul is terse,
Once the crossover begins, make peace with ya sins before ya ending,
Brad told y'all, he never seen a man cry, til he seen a grown man die,
I can't even lie, even though tears flooded my eyes, can't save his demise,
I realize the game of life, is chest, tryna avoid the check mate *****,
Feeling bigger once ya pockets pass seven figures, there's a hitter,
Just waiting to get Cha, tells from the hood naw it's tales of the good,
And the bad, just poetries of visions I had in my note pad,
Became a reality, why nobody, see the evilness in this society,
Lurking at a snail pace, stuck in a rat race, different place a new face,
Waiting to get a taste, of ya blood on their hands, see inflation in demand,
Families is crumbling, no more humblesness just pain to ingest,
Only the real feel this, somebody get this torch out my hands, I'm loosing it,

Jesus Christ was just another *****, tryna fit into the new society picture,
Peep the optics, revolutionary hot picks, see they hate when you off topic,
Broke the government script, now they wanna make me a crip,
But the same bloods gonna drip, gang affiliated pressure,
On a rise, saw black jeeps to tahoes, taking a ride, through my,
Neighborhood and there I stood, plots all over the streets of Herschelwood,
Houston Texas baby, another project to make us crazy,
Rats in a cage, I stay engaged let the beast out of me, constantly on a rage,
But don't let em, see you break cuz they wanna see ya in ya wake,
Another tear shed for another who's dead, keep tallies on the feds,
I stay ahead, I know their game, numbers is all the same flame,
I'd rather accept losses than gain, that way they'll think you ain't change,
I play the role of Hermes, then let god of lightning swarm me,
Can't strike me down, if I gotta lotta souls conscious to ground,
Grim reapers creeping around, another soul waiting to be taken, underground
Yo what's that sound????




Glancing at my cannons, letting shots off like Manning, tryna be,
The last man standing, but y'all ain't understanding,
Me I been made for prophecy, black leader of the new to old society,
Quietly, I gather my thoughts slowly, on a hill I sit mediate to gravitate,
A stronger pull, grew out my wools, let the lamb spread, blood shed,
All over the news spread, they think I'm dead, took what Machiavelli said,
And play dead, what's a ghost when I got my heat, to make the most,
Smoke in the room, no mirrors of cameras to zoom, in the scents,
Of deaths perfume, catch the hellish heirloom, til I touch the tombs,
I'll be making alot of room, too much pain so it's hard to consume,
I thought I was living well, until I seen the spiritual side of hell,
Folks waiting in line, to be judged let the first to the last be behind,
I saw my baby standing from a distance, angel wings presence,
Swarm of seraphim's around me, telling me my time is close to thee,
Winds calling from a grave, how I can I find peace, and still be saved,

Come one come all,
Gather round
And have a ball,
Every few stops is happiness
Hope and brings y'all,
An adrenaline rush,
Where you might luck
Out or feelings crushed,
Doesn't matter though,
As long as you tried
Each daring scenario,
So follow the vibes,
To the rails below,
Feel every single, pressure either
High or low,
Either or the train rolls,
24 seven days a week,
So stand in line,
And purchase a ticket,
All aboard the express, watch the sun rise
To the night of the moon crest,
Can bring out the worse,
Or your very best,
Meditate and mellow out, as you ride the out
The thrills, that gives soul chills,