It isn't to far before I will be with the rest
Cruising and being so blessed
Wind blowing fresh air through my hair
It is only a matter of time and I'll be there
One step closer, I already went up where I need to be
I'll get full potential soon, patience is the key
So much that I could do
So much to believe it is true
The next question where will I be next
Those thoughts make me more than perplexed
I can't even imagine although I have ideas
I guess we will have to see where my life is
At that time when the times comes
I would guess but I'd hate to ruin the outcomes
Predicting the future will jinx what could happen
Then my life would be messed up and misshapen
Some day I will be free
More free than anyone could be
Maybe that's an exaggeration but it will feel that way
I won't even be able to express or convey
The way it will be feel
To be open road and behind the wheel
I know others know but no one is the same
Every one of us would have a different claim

Sometimes I wonder if the world really improved
History says it did, thing changed but what does that prove
All it did was get easier so we lessen how much we work and move
So we get by easier which only speeds things up, life has been removed
I wonder sometimes how far we will actually go
Probably not far as as the working ones go alone
While the rest sit and watch television shows
As history and invention begins to slow
I guess it'll be easier for the future to study
Because there isn't as much happening
Then we will slowly forget and simple things become challenging
And the world becomes more afraid as wars get less ******
A screen becomes the new life and our minds loose what there is to find
We compared to yesterday are quickly and surely dropping behind
Enjoy the entertainment for now while we all become blind
I need to make these lyrics into a nursery rhyme
So future generations know what we left for them
They can clean our ancient phlegm
That pours out of our destroyed brain stems
Lets not repeat what we have created ever again
History is going through its worst time yet
We don't realize that our future is our greatest threat
Every country out there is racking up debt
It keeps going up yet no one gets upset
Our world is the Milky Way's biggest stain
What God has given us is going down the drain
Our generation is constantly in these liberal campaigns
Over absolutely nothing, give it up, what is there to gain

I'm nothing
I'm not even here
No one even cares
My presence is what I fear
Everything I make seems to not seem quite right
Why can't I just highlight the words as a make these these songs at night
The quality is bad yet I keep pushing on
What is driving my brain to write these stories that I've drawn
I make absolutely nothing off of these trash tracks
Yet every day I continue while other rappers make stacks
I waste my time it feels like writing these words
While I miss out on other things and it begins to hurt
With things happening here in my town
Every night I watch as the sun goes down
Living on thin ice while I fall apart
I guess I'll pay the price and hopefully I can restart
It's all my fault, that my life is this way
Socially, I am an outlier and a castaway
Hidden away creating these short songs
Please somebody, what am I doing wrong
Clueless and anonymous in the musical world
As I think about think these songs my brain goes cold
It loses thought and flashbacks occur
It seems as if our short lives go by in a brief blur
Do what you can in these short lives, make some changes
These are our duties make some exchanges
That is part of what we are supposed to do
God, you are the one that I look up to

Look over there, who made that sound
Flames shooting, revving up to that rhythm
Check that out, who's gonna win this ground
Think you could use that algorithm
Power, sound, looks and all
Makes a car what it's worth here
Take over lots at the mall
Race each other, like a road buccaneer
Keep up with the V6 that could
Go to the end of that neighborhood
Rice uncooked can never go far
You'll blow your engine in your fake tuner car
Lose your license before next meet
Enjoy riding in the baby's car seat
You drive like an old man or soccer mom lost in her van
Or a school bus driver on icy roads or a dino driving cave man
Could you go a little faster, I have a short attention span
Seriously, you have got to be kidding me
The gas pedal is the one on the right
I'm not trying to sit here and drink a cup of tea
I'm trying to get going and get back home tonight
How could one be this freaking slow
Is this some kind of really annoying joke
I can't take this anymore, just get me home
Let's move, faster than this
Let's go, accelerate already
You aren't dismissed
There is a speed limit, just keep it faster but steady
My old granny can drive faster this, stick to the
plan, get ready
How about you drive like a businessman
That is late to work driving to New York
Office job with a bossy manager fatter than pork
Who sits at her desk with a beef patty stuck on her fork
Give it up and stuff her mouth with a old nasty cork (aye, aye, aye, aye)
Keeps on eating every single day, she would be the one to bring down Santa's sleigh midway to West Coast bay to deliver some kids toys with so much delay that he cries as he looks up in the sky while Santa isn't there yet with his supply but if you magnify the sky you can still see him all the way in Shanghai all because of this fatty bringing down a sleigh, make way for this large celestial body as it crash lands upon the new airports runway
Look over there, who made that sound
Flames shooting, revving up to that rhythm
Check that out, who's gonna win this ground
Think you could use that algorithm
Power, sound, looks and all
Makes a car what it's worth here
Take over lots at the mall
Race each other, like a road buccaneer
Keep up with the V6 that could
Go to end of that neighborhood
Rice uncooked can never go far
You'll blow your engine in your fake tuner car
Lose your license before next meet
Enjoy riding in your babies seat
Flames shooting, revving up to that rhythm
Check that out, who's gonna win this ground
Think you could use that algorithm
Power, sound, looks and all
Makes a car what it's worth here
Take over lots at the mall
Race each other, like a road buccaneer
Keep up with the V6 that could
Go to end of that neighborhood
Rice uncooked can never go far
You'll blow your engine in your fake tuner car
Lose your license before next meet
Enjoy riding in the babies car seat

It's collapsing from beneath us
Tearing us apart
Faster than light further from the start
Have much fright for this dangerous barren land
My words may end up killing every popular band
Where will we go, what do we do, when do we see
What we are really here for, save it for the tree
Those who question will go beneath everything, (let me show, let me show, yeah, yeah, let me show)
Further than we go, further than we know
Beneath all the islands and all of the Russian snow
Beneath all the Middle Eastern sand far as it goes
Beneath the American badlands (here, let me show)
Canyons, rivers, oceans and sea
Believe me, it's nothing, my music is free
Take these unjust words and listen carefully
Yeah, it may sound like I teach geography
But trust me, I'm just saying you have to be aware
Of what's around you, it just isn't fair
We stare at a screen that tell us what to do
Tells us what to do, yeah, tells us what to do
We stare at a screen that tells us what to do
Tells us what to do, yeah, tells us what to do
We stare at a screen that tells us what to do
Tells us what to do, yeah , tells us what to do
It's collapsing from beneath us
Tearing us apart
Faster than light further from the start
Have much fright for this dangerous barren land
My words may end up killing every popular band
Where will we go, what do we do, when do we see
What we are really here for, save it for the tree
Those who question will go beneath everything, (let me show, let me show, yeah, yeah, let me show)
Further than we go, further than we know
Beneath all the islands and all of the Russian snow
Beneath all the Middle Eastern sand far as it goes
Beneath the American badlands (here, let me show)
Canyons, rivers, oceans and sea
Believe me, it's nothing, my music is free
Take these unjust words and listen carefully
Yeah, it may sound like I teach geography
But trust me you have to be aware
Of what's around you, it just isn't fair
We stare at a screen that tell us what to do
Tells us what to do, yeah, tells us what to do
We stare at a screen that tells us what to do
Tells us what to do, yeah, tells us what to do

One day this guy got off work
He went to a place to buy a car
"I need something fast", he told the clerk
"I just want to look like a superstar"
He found a Honda looking very nice
The dealer said "Totally not rice"
He hopped on in and took right off
He payed six grand but it'll pay off
Next he went to the mechanic
He did some work all over the car
The price was high but he didn't panic
The car looked great but wouldn't go too far
Stanced too much I suppose
There was a little issue with what he chose
The bottom of the car was dragging the ground
Maybe better exhaust for a more clean sound
Perhaps scraping the ground is not a good decision
Unless of course you want a collision

The title of this poem is not a mistake
A good title can be whatever I make
A title can be only to explain
What will be read or what I will say
It may seem ridiculous, sense may not be made
But as long as there's a title
I wrote it the right way