As the sun continues to rise, you continue to shine.

You'll find, that the devine of life is defined by this state of mind.

A brighter way of life.
It's nice. Any way it's sliced.

So roll the dice and find your inner light. Be light in weight, take flight.

As the sun rises, know that now is the time, to shine.

I’ll connect with you on the deepest of levels,
in the most common of moments.

That last second of eye contact,

will keep you up at night,

wondering why you haven’t ever experienced this before.

Even though I’ve always been here,

you have not.

So welcome.
This is my world and
 it’s the scariest of the safe.

The safest of the scary.
Trust is mandatory.
So how do you feel?

Not rewriting my history,
I’m literally illiterate.

Incredibly inconsiderate,
this hypocritical little *****.

Pitiful for a minute when,
it took me years to fiddle in,

addiction being sickness,
self acceptance well equipped with it.

My father always told me,
I was gifted as he lit his hit.

I doubt that I should blame him,
for years of being mixed up with,
*****, ****, and pills
that lead me to these distances.

The people that I miss the most,
are missing from my Christmas list.

They’re dead or still so livid with,
this monster that they’re living with.

Imagine how I feel,
feeling nothing when I witness this.

I can peel an onion
and not tear up with the sniffles when,
the layers are discovered to be
years of unforgiven sin.

I pray the lord forgives me,
but the price of his forgiveness is,
giving up the only life
I like, so what’s the difference?
****.

As anger grew inside,
I threw aside a written list,
of empty, broken promises,
scripted by lost innocence.

I’m known to ravage my grammar,
so no one can come get my answers.

I'm damaged,
a rapping savage,
an avid addict, with habits;

in the midst of a challenge.
I pass after I puff it,

I love it,
split it
and roll it
and hit it
like the snooze button.

I’m winning
hitting homes run with
this little written, its lovely.

Sprinting to the finish,
where I diminish the lucky.

Luck is some talent but backwards,
don’t progress with your *** first.

Face first into pavement,
payment for these spitting actors.

I'm not a "goodfella"
but my dinero is stacked up.

A real hero in snake skin,
with some venom thats backed up.

This is the release of a beast,
thats been unleashed with some passion.

I gather up all my madness,
and wear it in a dope fashion!

I’m flashing
like the lights behind my car as it’s crashing.

I’m just shooting at the stars,
with a pistol and laughing.

My luck is on fumes,
God knows how long it's lasted.

Now I laugh at the fact,
at the thought that i ever had it!

I'm a "knew it all",
who grew to fall.

Stalling out
when duty calls,

I doodle all
my plans on napkins
then I go and lose them all.

Thats what happens
when I mix jack with,
pills that make me moody y’all.

Benzos and some ***** calls
Calling back, to re do it all.

I'll teach you real mistakes,
it took a couple takes

to make me see
the weight of hate and
and lose it all.

if only…

it’s only..
after we lose everything,
that we’re free to do anything,

and many things sound
better than
the petty things

that I’ve seen
especially,

people with no heart or brains,
just a love for testing me.

My patience is so thin,
that I think it needs some bread to eat.

Waste is such a sin, going for the dough
I'll hold out until the death of me.

I’m hungry to the 10th degree.
Motive fueled by debt that needs,

attention.
I’m like dead at sea,

and set to sink.
So I’ll swim to stay afloat

like a shark, I’m stuck
in motion and the pace of the flow, oh no.

It’s crazy how relatable  
mistakes can be.

I'll put it all on the table,
you can take from me.

If you can’t take the heat,
don’t go putting out my fire.

The desires that I’ve had,
haven’t always been inspired.

Man, I’m way too drunk to drive,
stuck on the curb.

I’ve been swerving in my life,
bust out the herb.

Gotta find another woman,
luck out on her.

I’m not a poet
just a word choreographer...

Your problems when you got em,
will fuel the gossipers.

So profit off the topics
that are coming out of hurt.

The pain inside the struggle,
shaped this word philosopher.

Paint my pain in letters,
just to try and stop it first.

Then I let it fly
like hell-i-cop-ter-er.

I'm higher than the sky when,
the limits start from earth.

Winning by the minute,
watch my hits and clocks emerge.

Having too much fun,
time is gonna stop the verse.