When I go to hell, it’ll probally be no music to listen too
That alone is punishment enough, I’ll spend eternity miserable
I’ll probally feel how I’d feel if they ever put me in an institute.
Just talking to myself all day without **** to do.
Thinking about people that don’t do the same, don’t I mean **** to you?
But **** is cool. When it comes to sins, I prolly committed a few
Any good deeds I have, consider them my gift to you.
I hate being optimistic like **** gonna get better.
**** my ******* ****, don’t you tell me to keep my head up
Cause after I die my soul gonna be punished for ever.
The ones that talk behind my back, in my face speak so kindly.
Don’t allow me to move forward, and put my mistakes behind me
I wish I could find peace, even if it was temporarily.
When I say **** everybody I’m only pushin away the few that care for me.
It’s clear to see, drugs is better then therapy.
No problems, I’m fine.
No I’m not lying.
Putting my life into rhymes in lines.
I’m sorry for wasting your time.

Vigilant Visionary referred to as a Vigilantly
whose only desire: see the trapped, Stand free.

Don’t plant no seeds if you anit ready to garden yet, cause too many uncared for plants leaves the farm in debt, the “rotten”seeds always seem to harm the rest, we can point out the issue why we anit fix the problem yet? Cause anything healthy in nature always get harvested.

Black or white which is superior.
Neither.
Therefore why is one inferior?
The outside of the home is meaningless
If you have a damaged interior.
Brown or red.
No differences.
Same results when we are all dead.
Humans will be ruined if they continue these comparisons
Regardless of our advancements
The way we think is embarrassing.

Love you when they need ya. Becareful who you follow, they might not know how to lead ya. Some friends you can eat with, others they feed ya. They aint all good, some will catch amesia. Forgetting the times you’ve helped them and leave ya. And either you stay sitting, sad as ****. Or you get up, learn and don’t let it happen again.

Self hatred a disease hard to be cured of, insecurities, doubt, create a future you are unsure of. Just remember the best have gone through their worst days, still continue, Do you want to be a champion? Do you have it in you? This aint no gatorade pitch, I aint get paid to say this ****. Cause it’s some still in the darkness, I’m just showing em light, some that only think about death, i’m showing em life, A lot that got left, i’m showing em the right path to get pass the problems that they believe forever last. But my friend it doesn’t last forever, believe it will get better.

Working. All hours into the late night. My moment comes, have ya love canceling your date nights. Even writing it out, I know that thinking aint right. Straying from my path I need to get my aims right.

Why do we allow our women to be disrespectfully depicted
Falsely in forms of harmful fiction.
Make them hate themselves with malicious media,
I think your beautiful forget what their feeding ya.
It doesn’t matter what I think, you need to believe it too.
What I gotta do for you to believe in you?
Why do we let our women get destroyed for the sake of “art”
Do the men hate the women because of one that broke their heart?
Where does the root of the problem start?
How can we fix it?
We can’t do it by fixing our diction.
Solely.
I mean that can’t be the only thing we do.
Change our actions and we may find the treatment.
Indeed this is something I believe in.

8/28/13
Wish I could just say ******* and move on
cause it seems like everything I do, I do wrong,
so I push forward and try to put you behind me
for some reason, you pop up and remind me
of all the good moments, like the bad aint exist
we get cool and it all just happens again
you normal, but i’m going through all this sad **** again,
you treat me like an enemy but leave our status as friends
how about I do my thing, and you just do yours
we both put up a white flag and call off the war
cause at the end of the day what is all for?
We get nothin less, we don’t get nothin more
I hope you can find happiness cause you truly deserve it.
One day you’ll find your match and you two will be perfect
you’ll mature with him and I’ll get older too
and maybe with time i’ll get over you.
i feel like this conversation is long over due
my apologizes for all the tension placed on our friendship
i’ll see you in the future but for now i’ll end this.

Look at what we value and praise. We a seek better days yet refuse to mend our ways.
If you avoid conflict and treat others kindly you’re a *****, but if you act savagely you’ll have a hard time keeping people off your ****, now anit that some ****?
This isn’t a rap. Look at what’s happening in the world and look at your actions. Why does a “good life” have to include detrimental acts? I’d rather have the hippes back then the **** yall on.
You gonna wish u listened when u see the good guys all gone.”

Put together words that paint pictures. Till I regain a sense of peace, until then let the ink from my pen hitcha. I’m here to redesign structures, reframe pictures. Rename fixtures. When I die they’ll say I brang scriptures, No false profit. Just problems I attempt to fix before some one else get too. If you don’t heal or harm they forget you. Your name Seven Socrates? The Name Fit you."

Sometimes I think like a killer. Yet I talk like a hippie. Trying to destroy demons, that I keep with me. Words are either the healer or harmer of wounds. But they don’t understand what you doing until they standing over your tomb saying your time came to soon.

Visions of greatness, come with fearful thoughts “can I ever make it?”
Practice Patience. Young Traveler, enjoy your journey, it leads to your destination.

dozing off in classes, rhyming putting together classics if they are rated appropriately, I give away quotes for free, if it’s called rap it’s whack, it’s only impressive when called poetry. Looking for answers hopelessly, ask your self what is the question? Are you free to do what you want or is everything destined?

Stressing *******. Crying in Prayers,
cause the blessings missing.
Slaves to my desires till my body enslaved to the fire.
Unable to grow tired of my residence.
The present is hell but the past is worse.
Swear to god, the way i’m living,
I’m cursed.
No peace.
Not even when they cover my casket with dirt.
Forced to live on this earth.
While some have it worse.
Cause they have no choice.
Some that want to scream,
yet have no voice.
Some that want to see yet remain blinded
with the illusions of what they can be,
reminded that they can’t be because it’s their fault for
believing and buying gold from the fools.
A teacher told me not to believe everything I learned in school.
Lord forgive me, as I pray.

Same story, different way.
Same events, different day.
Copyrighted 2014.

Peace and Power.

Are you an illusion or do you really exist?
Enemy or ally? Friend or foe?
Do I take you for granted or you use as a gift?
Uncertain of your loyalty in the end we’ll know.
Legacies you create often become forgotten
I’ve seen when you’ve ignored those asking for help
Leaving them helpless buried beneath the bottom
They would have been better off asking someone else
Why do you slow down our sorrows, speed through our joys
I’ve seen you be cruel to those that abuse you
When you’re at war for peace what weapon do you deploy?
It’s confusing who rules who, do you rule us or do we rule you?
You have to appreciate what you get, lonely or loved people will forget
But  you aren’t responsible for humanities regrets.

Make every Month memorable, Make every week worth it, Be sure to use every day to work on your dream, put your heart into every hour, make every minute matter, use every second to be successful.

Cause in the end, you gonna have regrets wishing you could do it all over again.

I search for better days while I reminisce of my past. It seems like happiness is temporary the pain forever lasts. Forget our laughs yet remember our tears. Logic the only solution to our fears. Days turn to years. Weeks turn to months. Forget our hardships after inhales from a blunt. Never rush greatness, move at the right paces, don’t think about yesterday tomorrow it leads to a life wasted.

Children become Grown Sins.
We still choose not to learn,
from the fault of the romans. That’s why we all
Roaming. Only Lost because we don’t know
where we going. Only Alone when,
we under stones stiff. In your heart,
If you are homeless, why does it
matter where your home sits.
Peace and Power.
Copyrighted 2014.