I’m moving much too fast,
I can’t check the scenic views.
I feel too far gone,
So far away from you.
You are my release,
My Heaven sent down to this Hell.
You are my escape,
You bring me joy so well.

I feel at times I’m looking,
Too hard for some hope.
I feel like I’m playing hand grenades,
In a world playing jump rope.
I have to keep producing,
That’s what all good artists do.
But maybe, just maybe,
It’s the way we go about it that’s the clue.

My music is my soul.
And not just the genre.
I want you to feel my music.
It’s about life, not drama.
I bleed my heart on that mic.
To the point where my heartbeat, you’ll hear it.
My music goes beyond every beat,
It goes beyond every lyric.

My poetry is my savior.
It keeps me hanging on.
I can craft these amazing stories,
My poetry keeps me from being too far gone.
I bleed my heart on those pages.
To the point where my heartbeat, you’ll read it.
My poetry goes beyond every stanza,
It goes beyond all the rhetoric.

We bleed our hearts out for this art.
We live for our words.
You can call us fighters,
Cause we’ll die by our swords.
And my swords, we mean pens,
Which we use to write down our hearts.
To write down our lives,
You’ll see them in every part.

So the money, will start printing.
And we, will start winning.
Because in the end, we’re just brothers from humble beginnings.

I will always follow my heart.
Doesn't matter if I bleed
or fall apart.
I will always share true feelings.
In a way you feel your soul is healing.
Try to be calm in a storm of the sea.
When you feel lost you can always
count on me.
I can see right through you.
See all of your flaws and breath you.
Your inperfections are humble
showing me your affection.
I love you for you.
The beauty is to accept all of you.
Even when you can be naughty to.

It hurts more than pain.
It falls more than rain.
It rises more than the sun.
It is never slain.
It is far from a game.
More powerful than death.
It will keep you up at night.
It will give you rest.
Its the worst.
Its the best,
Its the only real test.
Its confusing as it gets.
understood as its blessed.
It can be faked, but its real.
fills you more than a meal.
It leaves you empty,
feeling lost.
And there's no going back.
It will tear you apart,
it will keep you intact.
Sometimes we wonder, what did we really have.
There is a time to be humble,
And a time to just love back.

Dear you.
You have become old,
you can make your own choices,
and no one will be there to stop you.
You have become old
and you have learnt a lot from life.

You have met a lot of people,
different hearts and characters,
and some that you loved a lot,
surely stabbed you at the back.

Some that you believed would never be away from you
were the first to proof what betryal was.
You learnt to love, care and be tolerant.

You learnt how to hate
and dislike,
you took examples from your childhood
and carried them to adolescence,
you vowed never to be like your father
and up until today you are still not like him.

You learnt how to carry you self well in public,
while standing up for yourself.
You led almost every group discussion
and you were always the up-front
person in class,
you forever said your words
and they stuck loud and clear into their hearts.

You became a rebel,
by not doing what the majority did.
You have kept your varginity up until this day,
and no form of drug has ever been diguested into you system.

You stood up against what you knew was wrong,
and you forever made things straight,
you didnt care whatever it took,
even being hated was never at any chance going to stand in your way.

You promiced yourself to be true to your own being,
you kept your diginty,
you left a smile on faces of those who felt secure around you.
You never lost confidence
and you didnt care what people thought about you.

You learnt to love,
accept,
apologise,
and forgive,
and up until this day you have forgave even that sharped knife that cut too deep.

Dear you i wrote this counting down to those few days left before you become a young adult.
I am proud of how you fought through all those trails.
You faced it all,
and no daughts have ever stood in your way.

Yours loving,
most caring,
the only comforter,
the only one that understands you.
The only one to never live your side,
the one that has always felt all the pain when you got hurt.

Yours loving friend...

MYSELF

Stay Humble My Friend
You'll Be Loved Till
The End.

we speak of thought
and carry the night
but inside our hearts
we bury the life
oh dear ego,
you run away so easy
i can't rely on you anymore
you deserve no place in chest
cause you lift me so high
then flee when i'm destroyed
.
.but at the end of the day
we'll fight to keep sane
in this colored world
i'm humbled

Love is like a bottle with
the lid ******* to tight.
Try so hard to twist
and pry it open
but it spills all over and
then it feels like a glass half full
and a waste of -

Love is like a weird transition,
never know when it's coming, but
when it does, it just feels right.