The time has come, my mind on the run with one thought, nobody wants to question, it's just all action, figured I was just retired when I quit athletics, but the paramedics checked me and I'm good to go, with my own strength, time to muscle hours of participation, gotta be perfect as can be, my legs shaking, I'm hit with distraction, it's my baby calling all in one minute, and just to think I thought I was alone, I got a fan, It's fantastic that I claim I'm self-sufficient cause this fan, proves that she's a witness and she loves me solo, but she threatens this could end.. It's no love in cold rooms, we need time to spend..this was pillow talk coming from imaginary friends in a well thought realistic setting, our wedding consits of happily ever afters with laughter and stunts, just ******* around, you know how kids are, but ain't no puppy dog affairs, it's real love, with the Primetime ******* chasing the cat, until put down by veterinarian, it's Mr. Therapist.. he killed the ****, now I'm astray, he never knows how to play, all day he does the same **** and never has a break..so I need to catch a break to break rules and break out, no breaking bread just to break me...it's just a broke lease, must make peace with the fact that I have no peace of mind, from my piece of the pie, oh why oh why must I look in my eye, to find that I am crying from dying slow, pitiful to pity me, I knew better, far ahead to have a head on shoulders, but a stiff necked soldier.. is caught from his blindside by one that is colder, the struggle remains to be sober, I'm thinking it over.. older, I grow old to see.. I'm me so I can be free.. from all my vice and advice.. that kept me sliced and took my life.

It's a voice from the past, kinda call it karma, it got me tripping off this pharmacy, these pharmaceutical illusions, who's use to giving up living it up, ask me, I'll never wanna be caught dead in it, hot ****!, who I am?, cruising in this urban legend 64' lowrider drop top, these cops got me ****** up, word is, they saw me from a mile away, representing **** the law, it's raw and it's just the way it is and I barely seek to change though I change lanes from the fast lane, a rare thing, I'm scared of things cause they change too fast, you should be the one behind the wheel, I'm running red lights in the dead night, if I'm led right, headlights abused, unless I choose, to expose you, and frequently I do..... a new exercise of old, that still shines the shoes, and used as a simple stepping stool to step down from acting like I know everything, it's hard to let go though, those that feel me know, as you already know, I'm nearly blinded from using them on myself, my self-proclaimed guidance is really in need for help.. so I dealt with a guru who knew you too, and now he has the world on his shoulders.. making toy soldiers into real men... so will we heal then?

Shall I stunt and make it ring?, in the heads of the people that would wish for anything, but being blunt, what do I bring?, I put my overall lack of having things over everything.. meditating on it everyday, feeling empty in the present moment living the truth, show and tell is the game we play, wait until I make something out of nothing, It'll blow em away.. your wish is my command..as soon as I see it, we can be there and then be friends, I wanna drive there, I'm a good driver, cause when I go on and on, my driving puts people to sleep, kick off your shoes, relax your feet, let's say we trade places at the end of the week, I'm gonna, give you time to vent.. cause you never need a filter, feeling cold and discontent.

Lay it all down where I lay my head, I feel I've sunk the mothership, coming with this other ****, you could smell it.. I never tell it cause it's right in your face, come to your senses for a second, don't judge me, know your place as an observer and don't be served.. your thoughts saying I should be on top of my ****, I want none of it at all, but this is how you know me, after all this is my life so I can't fake around the homies, something that is solid, I just wish it rather drains in the ocean of thought-from which it all simply came, and much attention paid to it, got me wishing for some new ****, and back at square one trying to shape it out, laid it out where to go from here, and it's clear not to choose to stay far, to bail from the living hell chiefly in the mind, and warrant the amount of trust needed to stay off the radar, though I've had a slump year in the slums, this was homecoming for me but still the cost ain't cheap, with a price on my head and as this dollar loses worth, since birth it was a bullet with my name on it, just not time to strike yet, giving me the time to see it coming, too many false alarms though that always keep me running, alias with daily use, you could call me crazy, I just take it like a man so whatever happens happens, plus I run my mouth as it is, mainly talking bout the way it is, so just imagine how I handle biz.

Ending my lone wolf stage.. never pleased by the ease, of separation.. our nation in a dire state, desperation.. forgot about the blood, tears, perspiration.. it took to build this *******, and I'm a piece of it, so I feel what I am, and everybody's **** stinks, spraying febreeze and some was acting this the high life, I needed fresh air so I was active in the twilight, shedding light on this declining burning passion, it's story time, the glory-must be everlasting.. the feeling that we felt was special.. remember the youth, knew about it, the truth, grew about us, then privacy no more, we were now exposed, but different from being exploited, we would still avoid it, my life, my will, my drive, my strive reborn, the world looks new again, I cry myself to sleep, and sleep like a baby, just to keep you up at night, you say get a grip, but this only feels right, excited to be enlightened, I hope it never dies, never will I grow too fast cause I can fly, gifted with a birds eye view, I won't try you, my will is to soar, you'rs is to roar.

From the outside in and inside out.. it was hard to know my whereabouts, live without em?, you only doubt em cause you know they judge your character, what's your favorite facet?.. getting your *** kicked?, harassed or blasted?, living on the streets, addicted to acid?, these masses ask if, being lucid makes you rather stupid or drastically passed out fast.. couldn't take the heat from the kitchen, but ******* to get served cause you got nerve, to show who you are, I'm far from it, so far, don't know where to start, plenty of time for it I guess cause I've wasted countless time to try to be on time in such a timely manner, I'm cursed with this jet lag, this brain fog slows me, people that know me may think I'm calm.. I just react at later times, your temporary shoulder for a cry of relief, so your belief is I'm masculine, I can't argue with that, I feel a little better acting when nobody sees me, so the chip on my shoulder is easy to carry maybe it's ******.. I feel I can come to terms and turn back, to the land of the unknown that's known as living life, cause at this stage I just feel I lack, the battle scars of strife, that makes me tough around the edges, being black, I feel I need to feel it fully, cause at this point I feel that everything can be a bully. INCLUDING MY PEOPLE!, BUT AIN'T WE EQUAL?, OR JUST ANOTHER SEQUAL OF INIQUITY.

The greatest dreamer, dreamed, until it seemed through the years he was living in his worst nightmare, scared they will ever come true, pinch yourself to let you know it's not real, you can do what you wanna do still, your ears turned inside, you would hide from the outside world where you wished to see em tangible, you can't handle you, by yourself, I deeply understand you too.. your scattered in a land that demands so much.. get in touch with what's going on going in what made you such, a suspect in your life.. you're a victim till you get it right.. a stranger to confessions... used a lot of mind power for a simple no-brainer, but strangely enough, it's underestimated though it was dated well out of this range, I could learn from it, proving my claim that I remain an old soul, the way I came, is the way I will leave this *****, wishing for me to switch back to my old self, the lil kid wants to help take a stand, as a man, I granted his wish, with a little something extra, I betcha, I lecture, with much more heart to teach, the part of me I held apart from speech, closer, to reaching my goals of all, the things, that give me no time to stall.