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?

My 20/20 vision sees superstition, come blurry vision, dodge them pigeons, what is this life we living?, my friends come listen, life is driven by fatal homicides and wicked threats, 2020 approaching us fast, I see us with no rest, heavy stress with all our fears robbing us of our best, ain't no test, but fear of death will make us put on vests, days are set, lessons from holy bible says be prepared, terrorism increasing come year by year, I can tell your scared, we're interred by our own fantasies, my prophecy, is what I see, get them old sacred fees up off of me, ain't stopping me, republicans ****** the world now all I see, destruction, corruption, we function off devils ways it's hard to be, reborn saints, we faint, come paint the vision that I see, 20/20 vision ain't clear enough for this prophecy.

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.

Prouder stares practice perfection, cause clapping from backing confessions, but backwards tackles was a rap in capsules, toast a Snapple from feeling grappled, and crave for many, we just don't get plenty, so schizophrenic, we feeling skinny, now I'm back in the poster room with a vocal tune, try to come at me with a roast, I'm dosing and coasting soon, Industry, they were closing soon, I fight for mine, with the sports endorsing my rhymes, quarters, nickels, and dimes, and slanging dope was a no no, they gather keys and the photos, and bring the po po, so tell the cholo that's wearing polo, I was a no show, cause both know, we taste no glory, till we get real priority, and get to tell the story, bout distortion that kills our portions, and causes torching, with progression a steady lesson for all our sources, get the forces from all the corpses and ask the question, are we here really testing or are we only guessing, bout a deal and return that chooses sealed or burned, cause when you hold no concern, hate is the thing you learn.

Beauty's bluebonnets, he rapped the sonnet like he saw it so finally draw it, call it symbolic cause it's thawing and dawning and shining, her heart like diamonds, so we're lining and grinding our finding, I call this binding, say I'm lying, you drying your timing, it leaves you whining and case blinding in tears, our fears, are painted here from our peers that geared us cleared, what the heck is seared when appears a tear to truth, it's the pain that contains and veins our youth, can't deny cause in eyes there lies a truce, fine with our current standings, so can it, it's you, when we advance, it's a chance to win this thing large, instead of narrow minded thinking that weakens our part, in being men we're created to be, we carve, a vivid picture of our hearts that bleed, we starve, for a component that emboldens our potence that's charge, of our surroundings, that is doubting and downing us far.

Tricky business is a witness to legitimate deals, we **** for it, I'm intimate when I know you're real, give me all that you got to give, and I will be the only hitter that went to bat and gave it all back, the benefits are always beneficial, when we keep it official, that there be no foul-play, we keep a distance; all the instances I made another love song, could've had another kid from a womb, doomed from the words of my ****, lucky me!; but I'm more responsible now.. I guess it's time for me to say..................... **** your friends cause I said they don't deserve it, knew that you would be offended, intended for my easy targets, you wanna be my demonstration, go head!, cause I'll throw salt on you to verify that I don't have no sugar for *******, which is, perfect and worth a killing, of the person you never liked and wished was gone, but my spirit loves to live cause I'm reborn and ready for the world bout to punish it for killing me the first time, but they forgot to close my casket for good, left it open for the world to view my tortured soul, it's understood that nothing stands in my way, but yet revenge might be the hardest thing today at least.. try not to tell the people plans so they plan ahead, but I was head over heels to induce their fear-to love their boring days, I hope they really play on, cause when I crash the party- won't be no afterparty.

Seems like it's definite, take a breath in this epidemic, epistemic, I saw them prepping the rep of "second hits", my strength can't be stationed, these acts of sanctions ain't for wise confiscation, it's conversation for constipation, of the words that can infer what they pursue, when they failed, they saw my success and uttered "Jew", rich in history, mystery follows misery, their delivery shivered, so they would steal from me.

I love creativity cause it creates my world.
If I couldn't create, maybe me and you couldn't relate; cause don't I have the ability
to create your situation for my shoes in my world?!

It'll still fit me and it'll look fly to you
cause it touches your spirit
and keeps you motivated to seek your own.

Then you can create that reality,
and in that reality me and you will surely coexist cause couldn't I relate?!
This was our fate.

If it wasn't for me, I couldn't create
your reality for me or the story.
Without you, we wouldn't have your reality
or our life changing experience
I credit for my success as you credit for yours;
yes, it's reverse!

For better or worst,
we created this for ourselves and each other.
This is something the FATHER
of creation knows all too well.
Wouldn't you agree?

Congratulations!, I was, patiently waiting for the moment I could say it, I just did and it makes sense, the hardest thing for me to do was simply do what we could do, rescue our mind and this all could be true, a *****'s footprints, would cause these men to make a blueprint to discover where their time went, cause they ain't bout ****, and yes vice-versa cause curses occured, that was the word, didn't get it from me, so what you heard warrants research, we're searching for a resolution, and now we meant it, instead of seeing where it could go, we pick up where we left it, I never will accept the superficial kisses, it's super annoying.. super deeply scarring.. you won't be Mrs. until you admit you missed this reality check, so on your wish list, the faith that you have is a hex, that crazy fantasy that you and me have and want, a little bit of magic and havoc could add to it, after this, it's calculus but I was prepared to ace it, the risk is difficult, so to me, Congratulations!

Series of curious theories proven as counterintuitive, proposals were noble, mobile, but local assuming it's luminous, you in this twist is "this!", slap bliss on your wrist then assist with this list, but missed the wished diss dispensed by senses, I wipe my lenses but hype had meant "****!", was our wit hit by grit of crit zipped and ripped?, dipped, sipped but gripped on my lip and called me "dip ****!", this was script-less, brisk with this risk would frisk my crisp wisp, I'm tripped and then flipped, ****** with this lisp!, can't kiss my gist pit cause spit would hit it!

We're lifted cause we're gifted though different, so we must teach well, not shifted by these chronics, atomic was sonic detail, sardonic like these comics, it's not ironic we reap hell, relationships platonic with economics indeed fails, might be known as realest but really weakest to preach tales, it's really seen as shoddy just like the body that she sells, as retail, deacons was only speaking the beast swells, what about this gossip your wife is plotting, her feet smells, me, I'm not the one that will shun what you done, but seek cells, look at all the people as equal, sequels don't reach bail, so just study on introductions, functions the meek tell, that is how you speak what is really grief, THEY TEACH WELL.

Understand the side of game where you're to blame and claim your name, faces that seem recognizable are sizeable, what's your pride up to?, when your lies will ride with you?, despises prizes when other sizes collide with you?, you feel it's time to pull strategies so tragedies, can cause casualties, catastrophes of battles teased, through this gravity, duality is reality, and this side of game fames the audacity, make salaries not knowing that your aim was weak, hit the streets and had ceased when you came to me, asked you what your name was, couldn't even claim it, paint a loss to training cause of waning trust to patience.

The air blows, in which it never cares where it goes, caught up in the whirlwind put me with hoes, that only loved when I rose and put the wind beneath my wings.. battled thugs, took the slugs, no love- cause they were just above the life and death or "living hell", all thugs go to heaven while I'm moving in a ghetto cell, but truly I started to know where to finish, now I'm back as a ******* menace, and I'm hype!, I be like, "free life!" and I'm never going back..the slave, can dig his grave on wax, eenie, meenie, miney, mo, low in a so-so way, though it's so many ways to get paid, and I ain't lying cause I'm trying to; just look at every thing I recently had been through; I really want it!, reminds me of the kind of person I adore; we both working for the better things to show, nearly equivalent but he was in the stage where you're just too young to see..simply put, this late star was an early one, I could see it in his eyes truly fore the dusk after dawn before he died, I knew he would explode, on the road to success where the best be your dreams and includes all the nights where you couldn't even sleep it seems- when I reach the sky I would shine so bright but I knew it was the limit so it all falls down just right about now when the world seems small though I'm still living large I would stall in his footsteps, never living up to them, still I try to live by what he said, I must size up to these bigger *******- if it's time to be a man and only deal with it, I would simply just say "**** em all!", but still hit it.

Unfamiliar faces in all places I'm overwhelmed, unfortunate that I don't know myself, HELP!, ha ha!.. I'd rather laugh at it than cry, or feeling worried bout the possibilities "I could die", or lie stuck in my decision to appeal in my trial.. while all my rivals say I'm guilty, little to no survival is filthy, being that it's the cleanest escape, to seeing what seemingly increasingly could be your fate, dreaming you could be late, meaning you would be bait- to all the demons that's worthy of hate, but yet you're early enough to find the fight is internal.. so picture that as the inferno, I'm burnt out!- from being turned down so whatever is the turnout- I'd only like to say I learned how to be served with a word of advice for our vice and addictions.. with a dose of prescription- of VISION.

It was mine, such a pretty dime driven in time, funny how the sun shuns puns gunning its shine, what you're seeing we must still define, running in line, we called it fine till we skipped our grip so tripping brought scripts of crime, the curse just reversed the vine, died when sipping wine, tried divine ***, minds hex, the next sublime rhyme, so rewind when I grind to share my spine, tear it and don't repair it, wear my carrots to spare the dime.

My friends keep coming and going, I take it regular, solitary sadness and madness won't heat my temperature, one's who next to you, hold interest in different things so don't you chase em, befriend the crowd of believers and then replace em, we all don't know our own fate so don't you race em, keep it mandatory, that you will always be explanatory, your amongst the wise that opened eyes and ran to glory in the deep, so you got protection when you go to sleep, them demons screaming you don't hear a peep, no toss and turning, you learning while earning peace all up in your sheets, the gift of life is the greatest feat, so when they come and go, just turn your cheek on them just like before, the life of struggles what they settled for, so while you getting more, they'll know that faith was the way to soar.

Though my morals still were mostly number one, as cordial as I come, I'm mortal where I'm from, so they die off when I get high off me, myself and I, then off said head to be prepared for dreadful humble pie, gluttony was the last option so chances for truth to serve me, I'm unlucky with that in fact...you tell me what it all looks like when it don't look right, like hell?, well your right... bite the hand that feeds myself, fuel just to lead myself as being a beggar and nothing better, the wayside, where I'm bound to be the roadkill, no sugarcoating, it's concrete and most ill, what got me there?, to be fair, I couldn't see what just was simply in front of me, what's your excuse?..the activist just reacts and acts a ***** plus they u-turn so who earns the right of way?, no need for a dead pool, the dead end has arrived, it's a live scene right in front of us.. get your popcorn ready, join the fun.. you can run but you can't hide... the thing that's funny to me.. it was yesterday this all was feeling fantasized.

Clueless is this Buddhist as to Judas was the truthless, I must study how I do this as delusive as these rules is, how the cruelest get the jewels if they just fool this false improvement?, I'm just stupid, still intruded at the pulpit counting tulips, give my two cents to the nuisance who was toothless, start to put sense in his movements, so he moves as if he groups to be affluent, watch my wishes turn to dishes nice and finished to replenish, all my tenants, leave no remnants, my descendants must begin this.

Glad it's finally coming out around the time that I was silent, now it's time to show that violence ain't the method to proceed, "this country is to be a sound of drum and bass", case and point that rythym makes us listen while the killers keep it monotone, failing easy with these felonies, I put no value in the way he thinks, I thought he knew I'm through with what he's telling me, like don't you know I'm grown if I think I am?, I was the oldest one to prove I was, no one even listens to you, my actions do the talking and the walking as a man, what would you do?, resume the life you're used to calling "young life", and prove that you was "too young" to living the dream..your dying from the visions of your mind, hallucinating everybody's hating cause you shine till they wake up, you're slept on until you choose to open your eyes and give your mind the rest it needs cause you hardly pay attention, **** everybody that wants to plot on you or ****-ride, no selling souls or free-rides will be slick, they're b-sides.

Credit to Bono on that poignant quote of illustrious inspiration, shock the nation with the instrumentation, I ROCK ON!

Game time, at the same time as the baseline drops, as the punchline..comes in..., there's much in.. the bag, as I call all in, falling down the rabbit hole opened up Pandora's box, some ******* when you manage to free yourself and play to win, save sin for subjectivity, an activity at hand, the playing field was my shield so I'm playing it safe, got the home field advantage, not taking no damage, I ran em off, on with the main event, the pain I spent to claim a sense of joy?, boy!, had me fooled for a minute didn't it?, had me thinking bout exploring some uncharted territory.. but take home with me, and plant my flag when all is said and done, I won away from home, in the Superdome where it's hard to collect the correct, I connect and commence the play called.. and execute the plot, with it's extra use, I juice the clock. TICK-TOCK.

Whether high tide or low tide, results are off the strategize method that was hectic, they get skeptic but accept it, if I wreck it then you fetch it, peep the game and how it's taught, break the Billy bad ***** that was caught, hot, selling rocks, can I stop, no it's just the way that it must occur, if the world was perfect from my birth this wouldn't be how I slur, don't differ, just hear these words, spirit words brought from up high, most don't understand the meaning cause it's scheming their minds, so what's to do when they will sue the truest words in due time, well only speak when it is needed, meaning all these true times, cause blue times ain't cute times, testing, stressing true minds, can I head for good times, where I'm only spitting loose rhymes, I'm too blind, but will find, those popping chopping days ahead of me, goal is the whole mission to get given what's been said to me.

Searching for a healthy mind frame, your mentality was hooked on a fattened fantasy that is laughing at our family, I got news for ya, break your back about it; and see your paralyzed, to ever getting anything done, I find it funny how I never lost mine though, but just to let myself grow, I would call it false hope.. my hope in this reality that's never given back to me, I'm shocked, and rocked out my cradle, call me babyface; I knew that name would ring one day, judging how I always tend to think that way, exposed to this life, you better get- comfortable with it, admit it fore it get repetitive to be a critic, only a member shall attest, that it kills the vibe of the tribes that we vibe with, they about to make us go to war, I can't believe this but I feed in the feeling, it's stealing all my peace, so one wouldn't hurt, it worked so I'm free!, so don't blame me for the tore up blocks and wore down shops, you better watch your mouth, it demands respect, and we as a community, we teach the youth to keep a piece before there's unity, as you can see, the class is in session, so don't you interrupt what we've been stressing, keep ya head up, always keep your gat tight, learn to sense the scent of fools who don't act right.

The war is my rival, but still survivals' at stake, so yet the smile upon a faithful face with grace will erase, the feel of hate that is infiltrating the rate of elimination, the state of a living nation was great if it stemmed from patience...it's such a making if it's always creating, faces I failed to give him, when he supported the genuine gems of feminism, lending but never defending, why do I pen the wisdom?, descend from heavens in sevens, they send a different prism, spirits created in shapes in sake of to relate, to all our problems to solve em, evolve and never break, so still my shadow gets paddled until I learn to take, their examples of how to handle when wars awake.

Trying to make the best out of sticky situations, see my concentrations stationed on the new things trying to **** this same rotation, we had relations but our differences are starting to come through, got some new priorities, number one, I'm gonna stay true, so they can't sue, them right wing motherfuckas try to **** your hussle, see you at the top of your peak and then they bring the struggle, on your bubble, ****, now what is this they got me in, really they your enemies but pretend to be like they your friend, but still it's not the end, study what I gotta do, can't look like another statistic, I work for me and you, getting through, hard but can't regard myself to face the basics, for 18 years I've lived that way and came up contemplating, it's vacant space here there ain't no opportunities, ambition just fuels my vision even if there's scrutiny involved, revolve around the true facts and few cats, don't know where it will lead me to but still I'll bring the proof back, that things done got better after this letter comes where you at, so once I get home it's gon be on brother true that.

to all that took the time to read....

sleep tight!,

I keep you in my prayers to see another day as well. Let's make it last forever as is heaven and hell.

I'll play your game of pressure, your gestures' my lecture, lesser only proves nothing's tender, remember I'm the student, you're professor, times are hoping we fly steep to die deep, wide ***** when my eyes open and mind sleep, some creep to peep the pleasure instant with no resistance, but I must listen to keep it sizzling, persist existence, here comes the vision with slick precision, I know I'm getting, this women's wisdom has me forgiving cause she got rhythm, although it's plain, this is a game men never win, cause when they're close, they catch a dose of hoes sins, so I begin to celebrate and guess her fate, she makes or breaks my gate when she participates.

I share my cry till I clarify in brutal honesty, set aside if you promise me that a crisis is prophecy, sacrificing your might to fight but igniting for fair exchange, comparing when daring names but shame when I bear his claim, so we all may tear the same, but your compromise, was decisions you dramatized, the reason your sum declined, to others may come a shine, a sign through violence, they may worship when others silenced but die when they try alliance, cause timing will prove reliance is spelling dependent, and it fails when recommended to get your stand apprehended, so seldom, it's rarely mentioned but fairly despised, someone spare me rather than scare me, I stare in my eyes, it was my wish to rise, but from the cycle, I'm no disciple, if wishing for a revival, why do I think suicidal?, for maybe the clue is titled, "denied cause of genocide", my sentence identified, I ruined the sense of mind, why do even tense the time?, a rhyme never infiltrates unless cautious, knowing it's fate, if it even has no escape, less is not what I try to paint, but a saint must be never faint, even on the necks of lovely girls, a pearl cannot mask her hate, though we search in a drastic state, I relate to your sense and cause, we grow in a different frame, but retain age like menopause, may battle, shed blood and scars, apart we still have a heart!, our faces reflect our cases from traces of where we start, my statement may find its placement, detained like it's insane, rejected like it's a segment suspended, I won't complain, possessions can show obsession if stressing for it to fame, your smile that will soon defile, TRUE PAIN.

Is it the man in me or the song she sings that makes me so proud?

Is it the mind of me? Her melody, that makes the sky have no clouds?

I guess it's her, she's beautiful, she's golden like a trophy.

Anyone who heard her voice would cheer, I'm glad she really knows me.

When the world is stuck and worn out and there's nothing left to do,
her voice will shed some light on us bringing joy to me and you.

I never hate but congratulate, her voice sounds never wrong.

I just sit back and lay here..every time she sings her song!

Ego death, known as Identity theft, counting zero stacks!, where my hero at?!, left where my credit is just an uncredited sidenote.. but I wrote that!, nobody ever chose to stick around and **** with me like that!, my body count is one body, it's all me!, riding on my own ****, ****** in this complicated relation that's grown, reverting to reverse to insert in my own comfort zone, everybody's dying tonight!, recognize where I came from, very few could live to tell, smells of my old self all coming back, never came to my senses, till I thought I found peace, watched demons release, but my vessel was a stronghold, never deceased, but at least, the cover up would put em to sleep; seeped through the cracks and I did it like that, who could face up!, plus I'm going bankrupt!.. in a blank stick up.. who's guilty of my trip up?!

At supper time it's a wake up call that it's bed time soon...

My body count is one body, it's all me, riding on my own ****...

On the surface it seems that I don't take too much personal but my energy beneath is personified as a mad man.

Kinetic phonetics bred it said it and spread it, so eclectic, electric but only hectic if you wreck into connective flexes, both sexes composed with different flows of this unique feat and when they meet- X's and O's!, love greets the rose above streets of gold, city of lights finite and told, symbolism of my night- is showed as I drove with the doves to coves as maestro, the sight though will grow when I know a pro has high notes and lows when I blow- to and fro, the instant quote might be "No!", but some rights I know led to plight I show, strife I tow- dove into effect, in this complex hex I had wrecks with respect, and next blues ***** and set tone, sometimes fret- or regrets were shown, so I own the lone man that loans the grown, postponed, honed, and prone, OWN ZONES.

Dr.Suess can cure the youth, we don't need no more killers...