Prison**
Prison, creates the deepest thoughts
Money, love, and respect  
You gain new aspects. Poverty, hate and power
Remain strong, never cower. Life is given,
Then must be taken.
This is the beginning,  
Don’t get shaken.
This life is free
And given to all The life takes everything
First of all.
The goal of living
Is to accept this life.
And to do what’s needed,
Reap all as it has been seeded.
To get the life
None will offer help, To live the life?
**** the troubles, struggles, and strife
The life is not free
By any means
But this life is done  
Scene by scene People often mistake this life
For a life The difference is pain
Shame and life.

Conceited

I have the body of a god  
I must confess
And if I dress,
I dress to impress.

Charismatic
and liberal with the charm
Looking for a woman  
to be on my arm

I'm a perfectionist
   I'm perfect you see
I assure you none  
equal to me

I talk to the mirror,
vanity is great
I'm the one people love  
and love to hate

I've  been through life
and never defeated
That's just a few reasons
why I'm conceited.

Trust that I'll be your dreamcatcher
Put your life in the handsof a master
Forever in your dreams at night
Remind you everything is alright
Laying down, eyes shut to the world
Drifting on a cloud to a girl
Her eyes soft as they rest  on mine
Lost in this forever moment of time.
The universe pushing us together
we seem light as feathers
Holding tight so not to fall
Then the inevitable call
One day my eyes will clear
And release me from fear
So open your mind
Find the time
and let me be your Dreamcatcher.

Waking this morning I see the sun raise the grass
I play with the idea of how to watch time pass
A sale in a yard to **** a little bit
Then do something legal
   and hit a little bit.
See my mother and her smiling face
or write about the horrors of the human race
What ever I decide will be a choice to enjoy
and toy with the boy
that seems so confined.
refined to a point of ilussionary lies
that have murdered my insides.
but Happiness are the clouds in my sky
and pride since I'm so fly.
touching the heavens with a goal of goodness
I'm rejected from my hoodness
But today will be what I make it
Maybe I could get a girl to fake it
But goals push forward against my being
And it's Mother's Day
So you know Who I'm seeing.

There's a man with no face
amongst an empire of apes
that spill blood like fine wine
made of concord grapes
I carry the worlds weight
with enemies pursuein
but the king of the jungle
won't stop til I'm ruined
Now you can call this my sedition with semantics
or satanics toward the nation
but let me advocate this adverse scope.
And holla at my brothers who's down
and salvage hope.
we neglect our abilities
to comence to be
masters of our destiny
we choose to stay tantalllized by the streets
get lock up stay wishin we was free.
Ballisitics takin' away all our family
these anomalies
got us lookin stupid
forgetting we're not aboriginies
of this land oh man
we can never bow to the man
Choosin to bang
instead of abstain
from this
belligerant babble
the system rattles your cage
with rage
we anhiliate
assimilate
the emotions it produces
abstract thinkin causeing back lash
abysmal thoughts of how to get that fast cash
when cats dash past
we take everything
even all their back stash
but we tend to abnegate
the zenith
to which we are
entitled
archaic ways are the axiom  
so we need to absorb this alchemy
and abandom them
alliviate
this absentmindedness
and abtruse forces as our accomplices
There's a man with no face
amongst an empire of apes
that spill blood like fine wine
made of concord grapes
I carry the worlds weight
with enemies pursuein
but the king of the jungle
won't stop til I'm ruined

Wht dos it mean
whn th trth apprs bfor u
an u wnt smthng tht doesn't wnt t b kpt.
Doesn't wnt t b hlpd.
Hope is falur b 4 falur.
U laff frm spite
wnt 2 fght
bt nv is ur lght
so to u dear
nd ur jkes
gd nght

The apology that should be forth coming is shortend by truth.
When the world you know explodes before you,
and there is no fault but the insecurities of another,
There will be no apology.
I've seen the world through the eyes of those who believe as I
and seen it in reverse.
Here I sit with my fate to be determined
by the hands of morality.
When I do what I've always done.  
Yet I sense the blame on me and have no defense.
Since I know I wouldn't believe you if you were in my shoes,
What is wrong when it's determined outside of yourself.
And how can a man ever be right.