"Chill Homie.
You need to
let that **** go." - Buddha

Started off by speaking of
how wonderful the evening was
the bottles were all dusty  
but the morphine was a decent buzz
he slurred all of his words
but I think he kept on speaking of
cause’ he knew I was trying to decypher
what the meaning was
He said

It could be after this epiphany I’m finish
There’s no mystery in existence
the symmetry is consistent
and speaking of the symmetry consistent
how distant
is the difference in divinity
of every God that isn’t

Do you believe that there is a higher power
He said,

Well,
I doubt that there is a heaven
and I don’t believe in hell
but as far as higher power
I know many more than one
I mean I can’t imagine
anyone as mighty as the sun
They could built a bigger light
or light a bigger gun
but you can only run around it
so many laps until you're done.

You’re going to die
and that is why life is all meaningless
you’re life goes by fast though
and that is where all the meaning is

I asked,  “Are you dying?”
He said,

We all are,
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
you could play a part of it
and live your life behind a lock door
either way you’ll probably be longing
for an encore  

Are you dying?
He said

We all are
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
you could play a part of it
and live your life behind a lock door
either way you’ll probably be longing
for an encore  

Thinking about you now
choking on them memories
If you would of told me
to stop smoking
I would of done it eventually

Yo Jon  
was always there in late nights
waiting on some sleep
till the penetrating daylight
it came bright and early
we started to embrace life
in a new way
started living every day like
his last because’ he knew
the end would come fast  
and we knew that he was right
but we never really ask
what would happen
if it happen
couldn’t fathom a reaction
if one day he was laughing
and relaxing
and the next day
he vanish left his body
on this planet
and I took him for granted
that I couldn't really understand it
We agreed that the meaning of life was
unforeseeable like
what would be
the freedom of night
you lived well homie
I learned a lot from you rest in peace  
You’ll be missed
but its time that you
get some sleep

I asked,  “Are you dying?”
He said,

We all are,
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
you could play a part of it
and live your life behind a lock door
either way you’ll probably be longing
for an encore  

I asked,  “Are you dying?”
He said,

We all are,
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
You probably never knew
what you want
what you want for,
when you get it though
You probably gonna
want more.

I asked,  “Are you dying?”
He said,

We all are,
We are only in it as long
as we can survive for
you could play a part of it
and live your life behind a lock door
either way you’ll probably be longing
for an encore  

Are you dying?
We all are…

We all are…

we all are….

If I don't go to hell
when I die
I might go to heaven.

(Litos)
Hey yo start the beat
I'm Coño mixed with “pardon me”
and part of me thought to see
the kid behind the harmony,
where’s the scholarly artistry?
you burn my chest so viciously,
Caught heart disease,
these bars, emcee
are so clogged into your arteries.

(Yeshua)
I know its hard to be
as raw as me
and still rap consciously

(Litos)
But your consciously
conflicted between honesty and modesty.

(Yeshua)
Well honestly
I'm probably a prodigy
just trying to make a profit
of this prophecy
so I can feed the body
of the God in me.

(Litos)
We stay calm
with made bombs
and grey palms
Im saying what I say, calm!
But know this is my song.

Your the kid by the bricks with his homies to smoke ****.

(Yeshua)
No! I’m the kid in the back of the class getting no sleep.

(Litos)
Same story different penmanship
but this sentence in irreverent
Your browner than the cypher.

(Yeshua)
I'm In tune with my sentiments.
sonically logical
grammatically accurate.

(Litos)
Quick the masking
get off that fashion
you know you have to be disastrous.

(Yeshua)
You know my life
we hold the mic
my flow is to bring the soul to life
I met faith face to face
and that's the reason I roll the dice
I’m prolific with the written
and that’s the way you know its me
perfect with the poetry
and we don’t need to know to read.

(Litos)
Hey yo Yeshua do me a favor and elevate those decimals
and watch those foot soldiers dismember your generals

(Yeshua)
You promise me you'll forget it
but the feeling is unforgettable
but now I’m trying to get it
cause you said I wasn't ghettoble.

(Litos)
But I don’t need a step up stool
to ****** you off your pedestal.

(Yeshua)
Shut up!
My mother use to make me eat knowledge
instead of vegetables,
but now I grab a fork and knife
what ever metaphor is right,
Don’t swarm me like locust
You know I really don’t like to fight
i’ll beat a dead pig to life
don’t catch my photons
you’ll burn with light
cause I have skills like your favorite Emcee

(Litos)
Before the Hype?
now the locust is scattering like roaches
guess they saw the light
make them look so bad
you think they would want to fight?

(Yeshua)
Cause' when they see me speak
they start to laugh at me a first
then they get shattered
and they beg for me to do a verse

(Litos)
Dude? Your brain is disproportion
You have three endorphin?

(Yeshua)
They work when I
write words
perform words
or record them
and do it with no sleep
and beat breeze

Don’t ask me what that **** means
its a riddle with a sick scheme,

(Litos)
So put me on your playlist
don't put me on your **** list!
If you are just in this for business
then skip this.

(Yeshua)
But soon all you fools
in this
just witness
that this kid is gifted
like rich kids on Christmas.

(Litos)
The sickness with which I'm afflicted
is lethal
Yeshua be careful what you shoot up
through that needle.

(Yeshua)
SHUT THE **** UP!

I don't give a ****
You won't win this fight
cause' I won this fight
get off my mic...

Sell your inspiration,
dreams are free.

For as long as I can remember I’ve been staring at an empty page.
It glares back at me blankly as if to say nothing,
but there is no language as universal as its silence.
No better way to quell a pens potential than to juck oppose
its ink to the white walls where it is told, home is to be found.
The opposite of everything its ever been.

Im trying to explain potential to a trembling pen, but I don’t know where to start.
It is 5AM, my page is still empty.
There is something hostile about the stiffness of its margins,
familiar as the space between school bells as the expectations of strangers.
It has been this way for so long that my pen is convince of inklessness.

Its mouth is running dry,
its knees are trembling,
it is angry,
I can’t blame it.

I want to tell it that this paper is not an enemy, but I am not so sure if thats true.
Because i’ve been here enough times to recognize the subtle venom of white walls.
and in truth there is little accidently in the way its learn to hate expectations,
to sniff out their animosity, to run from them.
There is a few limits on what a pen can do in empty pages.

build, and destroy
move and stay still
mostly they can make mistakes,
they cannot erase them.

I struggle to find the words to explain that they cannot fight back in battles they fled from.
That they are not meant to feel so empty on accident.
Its 5 AM and my page is still empty I cannot find a moral worth writing.
There is no space in what needs to be said in its margins,
but there is nothing to lose in trying.
There is everything to lose in absence.

I see these recurring themes,
In my recurring dreams,
I can’t seem to encolor the world
my whole world is blowing gray,
and them recurring themes
I’m seeing seem to be scene securing
recurring dreams to my recurring days.

I was counting sheep,
hoping in some way it would amount to sleep,
I wasn’t even drowsy must of been about a thousand deep,
way up on some mountain peek,
somewhere where the clouds can speak,
If I don’t ****** fall asleep soon,
I think I’m about to leap.

Now I am falling like rain,
Someone is calling my name,
Woke up driving a car with some fool up all in my lane.
Saw some dude with a sign he said, “The end is coming soon”
Last night I swore I saw another moon.
Hoped out my tomb it must of been around eleven-ish,
The second moon said that the red moon is devilish,  
The red moon said,
“I can’t imagine what the hell it is to be in prison in your present tense,”
But when the sentence ends its possible if not probable there will be better friends,
stretchers and machine to give you medicine,

When the setting said go to bed again don’t forget me kid,
went to counting sheep and I woke up in a shepherd's skin.
softer than a leopard skin ,
wonder what the sheep the shepherds been,
another setting setting in,
another setting setting in
Now this is where the stress begins,
The wool was full with strings and scabs,
and all I could think of is I want to sleep so bad.

I looked up at the wall and I saw the clock was melting,
I fell to my hands and knees and then began collecting,
its stiff ***,
ran my finger tip through the tik toks.
They could trick my wrist like an handle filled with wrist watch,
That **** locked oh **** I wish that I could pick locks,
woke with a fist **** in a boxing ring.
The clock went ding,
My opponent was a clock.

God that clock started clocking me,
I don’t wanna punch my clock,
This is ****** sad,
Put a boxer in a box turn him into a punching bag,
Put a boxer in a box turn him into a punching bag,
I see this recurring themes,
In my recurring dreams,
I can’t seem to encolor the world
my whole world is blowing gray,
and the recurring themes
I’m seeing seem to be scene securing
recurring dreams to my recurring days.