I Play on my
Words,
But my message
is serious....

And they say a rotten apple can ruin the bunch.....
But I love my rotten counter parts...
I'll do anything to keep them fresh...
but they say Im not like them...
so im labled as rotten...
Because Im a little stand offish...
She penatrates those who are closest...
and out jumps the little worm...
biting through like little *****...
Until the idea is planted at the core...
so I'm seen rotten by more...
Cuz I rather not stand so close anymore...
she draws the bunch to look more like her...
and less like me...
and my johnny apple deeds...
go unseen thanks to her **** rotten seeds...
Claim that Im the one whos phoney...
this is what she preach...
clinging to my homie...
but claim she taste like a peach...
And all of a sudden Im the forrbiden furit...
An apple says eve...
from a tree that has no root...
and they all spoiled truly start to believe...
That me the red apple should be left up on the tree...
Because I have spoiled her and for that she now has envy....

Open up your english books and one day I'll be there...
This ***** headed boi who use to *** in his underware...
Just to say they were mine...
Well know im ****** on time...
So soon i will be history..
more then just a memory..
hosnestly...
I wont die before this prophecy...
Listening??
Understand this is more then just a destiny..
this write these words it is what makes me...
Defining...
Momments that you all will see..
so just stand up and follow me...
I saw a vision in my dream...
and all of us were kings and queens...
So start now, and put this in qoutation..
"I had a dream and all of us were Kings and Queens"

Let the Ocean run orange...And the sky flash white...and fill my mind with dreams...stories of your visions through orange light beams...and i'll have scottie bring them up...in conversation where space wont fill up..Cuz stars ocuppy..the iris eye..white sky...and die...Leaving a fools gold dusting over crops...and they richly consume thinking that the wealth will never stop...when it never truly began..fate of a star repeated over and over again...But frankly this Ocean swims good...and cleans the fools dust to see it for what he should...Art that should not be consumed...but shared...Not a quick search for fame...or a ticket to wins life game..but the nice scratch you get from old Vinyl...That new sound we found from a Orange Channel

Good Job,
Did great!
(But I can do it better)

Dont destroy what you have to chase after your past....even if your past has a phater ***..Well maybe you can visit once or twice...naw that isn't right...chasing after pleasure for the cost of your life...or maybe just for the cause of a good time...cuz it seems like theres little good in a good time...but everybody wants one...just to have a lil fun..So if im just looking for a good time does going backwards make me dumb...or can I just use the excuse I was looking for some fun...I mean yeah my present is a gift..but my burdens it cant lift... its tylenol to my pain but I need some extra relief..but that sounds contradicive to my belief...of monotony..creating contraversy...inside the brain...like deciding to switch lanes...But i just want to taste it...its like i just became a vegetarien but i want a buger and with meats the only way i can make it...so Im pondering if I should...I dont wanna be thinking that I should have could have would...can your past become your future... or should your present be the picture....Of Jubilee..When do you get to blame destiny...Cuz everybodys looking for a reason..for treason...But they always need a point man to evoke..Destiny you can be my scapegoat...Cuz i want to relapse just a bit..I just want one more high one more hit..and if I again become addicted...I guess my present isn't want Destiny predicted...But i dont want to destory my present it really is a gift..but destiny only made me a man so sometimes I think like this....

I have seen the future, and in the end You all die...
or maybe it was just a dream cuz some how I still surived...
alone...
or maybe that was just a metaphor for how I feel...
Cuz its like I miss May so bad that I tend to hate June...
Support systems became low since May Left me In June...
telephone use to ring praises and misbehaviors...
so I always tried my hardest to stay away form bad behaviors...
But...
Now I float along...
cuz that proud feeling is gone...
Cuz May brought me those flowers that the winter could never take...
The spring could never make..
and the wind could never break..
But now those things are no more...
on hall ways and cold floors...
Of places she once kept warm...
smiling faces that once held form...
but now just drag the ground...
an I just hang around...
by myself..
cuz time said it wont help...
He wont go back for me...
Or Move forwad to the end...
Cuz You all die in the End...
The Law wont save the sons...
The sons cant up hold the Law...
And MAy will Always Pass in June...
Be cause she said In His WILLIAM...
And Into Dust You turn...
And I stil stand around ...
the same way I walk now...
alone...
Hoping that my sun will Shine in that clear blue sky....
Cuz tears Ran Strong In June, But Now it is JULY...