When you came full circle and showed yourself all the way around, I knew you was a square, trapped in a corner, no boundaries, not even rough around the edges. You're formless, quite predictable, you shaped an image I wish to waste no time defining, struck my curiosity to get you off this block cause you block the pyramid I know constructs this emotionally flat community. A flat-earther?, no, although you make your daily round trying to make a point of uncertainty in this type of atmosphere where we're certain that there's symmetry in this sphere of influence, so you have the freedom to spew all of this obtuse unrest but now I'm filled with this acute asymmetrical unease; might be, chemically imbalanced though you say you, advocate for balance, my realm of understanding is now the base of feeling misunderstood by somebody that feels they're on the cutting edge of things, and I can't shape it!

A vocal participant in this so-called slam poetry, my vocal range is flexible enough to push or pull the audience into my little world. My status has considerably grown, a lot of heads turning ever since they unconsciously proved the rule that the "eyes don't lie" to be the truth. Don't falsely accuse me of bringing this to light, though there's still secrets in the dark I wish to expose. Once I bring life to those skeletons in the closet you keep, they'll be able to flesh out your fear of death or maybe the paper skin and glass bones a lot of these negative energy spirits with fake *** fronts came with in attendance to see the life of the party, which is me having this out of body experience. It's many diseases in which I shall diagnose, enough to have you feel sick to your stomach about them after digesting my food for thought. So tell me, who came for supper this evening? There's plenty to go round. I'd be selfish to keep it all to myself, for I shall remain humble with no gluttony.

Mask my expressions with this ski mask, can't use my poker face cause my smile is big, my smile is pretty, I'd rather you not see me than let me deceive you, I give you minutes to escape. This is why I only strike when the freaks come out, they overshadow my intentions; I'm scared of watching my shadow do wrong and I'm in for a long night. Wish me luck, I might pay you a visit so be prepared. You'll get to know me; I'll say remember me, and be distictive from the others cause I'll give you a chance to take your **** back, and leave the scene on a cliffhanger, can you hang?

Feeling buzzed, nothing kills the rhythm except an abnormal heart rythym. The sound of a heart that's lost its confidence. It's bad blood. As I free write, I look for closure through the rythym of rhymes before I realize I don't have to suffer from the stress of blowing a gasket, it's now just my truth which means it's just me, in eternal rythym of stortelling, which means it never goes wrong. My blood thins out, this serves as my aspirin, my medication of release therapy that freed my flow. I'm fluid now, I know you missed this side of me baby, wherever you wish to go tonight, I'm capable of taking you tonight. I'm medically cleared, there's no anxiety when I find myself here, it's just the rythym of life, which is clarity that makes the birds sing, I have a song now just for us, and nothing could take it away cause with that clarity I'm certain I wish to be with you for the rest of my life. I'm fortunate I finally let it out. We jump the broom as a jump into our generation, continuing the tradition but giving us new direction into our path, I thought I'd never cross the line in a good way, my past all behind me. So insecurities are checked at the door and that's the end of the line. Cause this is our song, and I have no doubts about it. Awaken my love!

A beautiful sunset over a clouded ocean, my ocean of thoughts maybe cloudy, but nothing ***** up my day. A lover of tropical weather but occasional cold shoulders shoves these beachgoers on the beachfront where I normally just live and let live. I just ain't have no sunscreen but everything's gon be alright, kudos to those kids that share my swag, avoiding their cell phones to learn how to surf the earth rather than the internet. Don't believe everything you read, but keep aware. Don't allow the mist to haze the sunkissed vibes; you never learn to love what's in your blood. It's true your soul screams life; so every little things gon be alright.

To be or not to be. My state of being is not to be ****** with by other human beings. We intersect at different stages in life, your orbit does not infringe on the road of success I'm on, you're on the highway to hell, it takes a toll, you sold your vibrant soul so the stop sign you sped past is unable to instill discipline; life must only be a joke to you, you praise your reckless driving. I'm not gon ride or die with you, they say all birds of a feather flock together, you live by the sword so let that shotgun you ride shotgun with always stay loaded, pull the trigger and kiss the man that is a shell of yourself goodbye, it's suicide on I-45, in the fog, when it all clears up, and lifts to the sky, it's just another cloud that passes by, you passed on..may your soul rest in peace, I say again, may your soul rest-in-peace.

**** the inner man, I'm in outer space cause I need it. I have to grow beyond that inner critic that said I couldn't do it. Playing catch up, I'll never muster the strength to take the lead, an award winning effort that kept the doubts on the sideline. The gameplan changes to remain one step ahead, playing catch me if you can, watch your step, I've been cautious. I love the fact you came to play with your game face on, but that's just a mask to fool me cause I'll never join your team again. You're like a coach that never stayed out of my face, because even on the playing field, I saw your ghost instead of seeing what was in front of me. This is a team effort, we must remain strong when the other is down but you turned into a ***** and tried to turn me out, so *******.

It's always a photo finish for me. Such an event when I cross the line, the things that made us different just can't fly no more. I believe I can fly above these tall expectations, as I grow, they all become easier to achieve. I love that I'm over 6ft tall. I'm not average, but still I have large shoes to fill. I put myself in your shoes, explore different types of things I never thought I'd find myself in. I used to go by the notion "from the outside looking in", I'm thankful for the fact you let me into your world and now I refuse to let you down by helping to pull you back up and show you the way out. Though the question still lingers when it's all said and done, "Where do I go from here?", because there's a lot of motherfuckas who's shoes I feel I have to step on to gain some respect.Take a photo of that. And then take a step back. I wanna see how they react cause I love a new challenge. Don't throw in the towel. I wanna see you re-polish them ******* right in front of me. Cause then I know you got the heart to fight. And after we're done, we take a photo to show we have mutual respect, and let the world see we're unified to take another step to finishing what we started. A photo album of all our greatest hits, to be continued...

I keep a wallet sized picture of the big picture. It keeps me focused on my goals, when my photographic memory is weak. I exorcise demons and I never forget to exercise daily, keep the mind flexible so I can be prepared for the **** you try to pull. A big city heart so my attitude is cold sometimes, forgive my posture cause I miss being a country boy. Ride with me and I'll show you around, all the hot spots, places that would bring me the simple joys in life. It doesn't take a lot to impress me, remember how I said I exorcise my demons? I gotta stop trying to impress all these girls, some are dimes, some are average. I settle for less most often, so put in your two cents and tell me that I'm better than that, where I ****** up at, cause it's a new day, and time waits for no man.

Little to no resistance baby. Up close you see my struggle when you read between the lines. But I'm sticking to my guns so this kind of repetition reveals to you how comfortable I am with talking about survival. The ghetto poet strikes again. His comeback season in which he came back home. Some things familiar, a lot has changed, but it's still the same place he calls home, he always held on to it, never gave it up, no throwing dirt on the border that seperates my hood from your hood. Whether rags or riches, I was still the MVP on these grounds. I'm amazed myself. It was hard to maintain this image in my mind of the place I loved and kept from getting distorted. If it's one thing I hate, everything outside of this is blurry, It's like rush hour in dense fog, traffic jams and all the hassle. But it's only you you see trying hard the most, grinding, weaving, toss and turning, seeing ghosts occasionally. Everyone around can't see past their thoughts either. Who could I relate to out here, what am I missing? A fog light to show you I came prepared for this life?! **** this life if I can't even see the light at the end of the tunnel. This claustrophobic reality is the reason I feel alone. **** the accolades. No real room for me to express myself or if not, at least just feel open to all this clouded perspective you start to get when the sun allows the day to throw shade on your home. Kids see ghosts too don't they? Guess I gotta be a ghostbuster.

A cookie crumbles. And lemons are juiced. Why the **** should I be sweating when I'm not challenged against my grain? 9-5 ain't enough. I want my body to be honest and bring fatigue when my bones start to turn into powder and my body starts to crave water, evaporate it, vaporize it, anything that repeats the cycle to let me know my evolution is turning me into a superhuman. I can't save you anymore. You're lazy, love should only call when the other party wants to take one for the team. So I won't return your calls until you come crawling back and beg me for the job cause now you need it more than ever. You're poor. And now it's a depression and all of us are dying to be rich. Is it too much to ask for? I want loyalty more than ever. Don't call in or put in a two week notice, cause then I'll come and evict you, confiscate all you got, and leave you worse than before. I'm uncle Sam in these situations. Don't try to test me, ***** better have my money!