I've stayed at my mom's
an extra week and a half
because my car's transmission crashed
anxious to get back
but laying late in my old bedroom
which nibbles at me
filled to the brim with
eighteen years of my life
I start to cry, to pray
that the mechanic calls
and tells me it'll take him
a few more days

Oh, what a gift,
...Stopping time's flow.
Just to hold you forever,
...Without letting go.

...Racing and burning,
...Forever returning,
...I loved you each day sure as the Sun loves to fly.
...Rising to Day.
...Falling to Night.
...Forever returning,
...Till the day I should die.

Yes, a gift and a curse,
...Our lives but a verse,
...We dance through the stars, as around us they burst.

A bleeding heart,
A world apart,
By sunsets final glow.

Loves tender fruit,
Pure to the root,
Deep in my heart you sow.

Through misty mornings clouding sight,
Through frozen winter rain.
I know tis true...
it beats for you...
my heart and all its pain.

Hey, Have you heard the story about my trip to purgatory
I sat in Satan’s seat and watch him turn the world before me,
and Satan said to me, that I was my worst enemy,
I said to Satan, one day I will be a celebrity
and Satan said to me, I will be dead eventually
I said, I will never die not as long as they remember me
and then I went home, and made a date with destiny
I told the waiter we will be paying separately
Rest in Peace
Jonathan
I live by the lake
When my best friend died
Satan said, Do you believe in faith
well he believed, life is what you make it  
and that we were going to make it
and one day we would be famous
but now who the **** am I?  
My name is King Bacon
In the streets I learn about blackouts
they tried to get me high, but my hyphy got me passed out
and wake up on the floor in the back of a grimy crackhouse
but that was the old me
this year‘s the new me
loosely say the truth
but truth is not a word I use loosely
the truth is absolute, I believe this absolutely

Everyday is the earth’s revolution
Life’s a gift
it’s a death that you’re choosing
I leave them wanting more
I hope they’re wanting more
until the day of death
he’ll be knocking at your door

Everyday is the earth’s revolution
Life’s a gift
it’s a death that you’re choosing
The fruit of the labor is rotting to the core
you came to steal your guts
now you are mopping up the floor

I have to stay on the grind
rearranging my rhymes
find a way to fill the space between the page and my mind
Nowadays when I see your face it reminds
that death can come today, I’m I wasting my time
You know I look at that lake and I choke
don’t know how to cope
don’t know how to end in a positive note
I know now even if we burn, we will float
above this like smoke,
Life’s not a ***** it’s a joke
ashes to ashes burn my flesh
I’m trying to blow your mind off your neck
but the only way to shine is with a long day's sweat
so short, but the dream is beyond paychecks
You’re going to see me on a CD with Kanye West
and then Jay Z, Beyonce’s next
but today leads tomorrow, it’s a long conquest
and so you grip that mic, and your palm may sweat
You know the devil has a God complex .
So,
have you heard the story about my time in Satan’s seat
sat in sheets, lazy days and complacency

Everyday is the earth’s revolution
Life’s a gift
it’s a death that you’re choosing
I leave them wanting more
I hope they’re wanting more
until the day of death
he’ll be knocking at your door

Everyday is the earth’s revolution
Life’s a gift
it’s a death that you’re choosing
The fruit of the labor is rotting to the core
you came to steal your guts
now you are mopping up the floor

If I could rewind time
put that minute in reverse
quick decision to go swimming
keep you living on this earth  
If I could find lines
I would spit them in a verse
spitting image of your vision
would be finishing your work…….

If I could rewind time
put that minute in reverse
quick decision to go swimming
keep you living on this earth  
If I could find lines
I would spit them in a verse
spitting image of your vision
would be finishing your work…...

If I could rewind time
put that minute in reverse
quick decision to go swimming
keep you living on this earth  
If I could find lines
I would spit them in a verse
spitting image of your vision
would be finishing your work…..

I’m suppose to be doing finals, but the finals ain’t doing me.
Wind whistles in a whisper, “Are you missing me”
of course I do you silly goose, don't you miss me?
Fine i’ll show you, what this boy has in store for thee.

My lips, especially the bottom one, has puffed liked a puffy bunny,
pucker up sweetie, this bee has been missing his honey.
Be you, and i’ll be me, and let my hand show you destiny,
let me show your ****** frustration what it really means to be free.

Math Final on Saturday, it's just a distraction
You’re the main event girl, you know i’ll be passing
Math is just a theory, unless it is put into action
What’s a fraction?
One on the top, and one on the bottom
Make me find out what I missed this autumn.

A chemical reaction will happen Monday,
but with you it could be a fun day,
I know your parents will miss you, but please come and play?
One day i’ll discover an element and abbreviated with an A
“It was the cure for sadness in the world”, they will say
I know that because I loved it and cared for it and made it my bae.

I erupted through that birth canal,
My mind was never narrow it must of hurt my mama, ow!
I used to hate my cousins how miss them, nephew looks older now.  
I promised I will never leave them ,but Chiraq got more dangerous how?

Lost a friend, put a poster up
Have you seen this child?
Bro, can't you just grow up
I redefined existence,
Instead of finding God, I found religion
I am just a product of what my dad, and mom were sippin’

Every second is pivotal, the sand of times went digital
try to pass God my problems, but every play's a give and go
Smacked my face through these walls, fight battles that ain’t mine
spit similar similes sing symphonies to this heart of mine,
But if I pray long enough will I continue to sin
Will God give up or will I give in?
Someone took my innocence, but gave me a voice
Tell free will I am sorry but I never had a choice.

Do you ever feel anxiety?
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Do you ever feel the thoughts you have are sometimes quite deranged?

Are you all okay with everything that flows around your mind?
The words that come alive through you do they seem quite unkind?

Or do you err with caution and try not to upset
The ones who read the words you write and so your work you'll vet!

Sometimes they might need steering towards the point you make.
Sometimes you want to frighten them, or make their poor hearts break!

Your genre points the way for you and you try to make them see.
The message that you write about within your poetry.

Some point out the choices that we aim for in this life,
Whilst others try to show the world in all its weary strife.

The rights and wrongs of lovers, governments and greed.
Whilst others write about the things we all need to succeed.

But whether you script horrors tales or tell of someones plight.
The most important thing you do my dear friend is write!