My number 1 problem was thinking that I had 99 problems.

My unapologetic means to be straightforward, only left a brother at the crossroads...

I'm nearer to death because I fear you being near to me, if not I'm close enough...

I keep a wallet sized picture of the big picture.

Feed the children of the corn the beef that's for dinner...

Cursed assault would fault to battery...

My self image of life in heaven was ego death within hell

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

Addicted to heaven, your detox is hell.

forgiving all the Saints that beaten my boys down, they had to teach em how to be saints and never get complacent...

Why I gotta be like that?, being me is enough so to speak, follow me!,

I dealt with a guru who knew you too and now he has the world on his shoulders.. making toy soldiers into real men...

We pay to live and die for free...

after a fine period(.) I know my sentence will rob me of all my commas(,)😲😣, and my only explanation is exclamation(!)

Logic can never reason the fact I cost the value of life to live, so my moral was to gain before I give, ain't that right?,

His love was on the rocks cause his heart was stone...

I watch my back 24/7. The biggest enemy was myself but I keep my enemies closer than my friends.

I married Venus as the man on the moon on cloud nine, haters say I'm from Mars...

What is humorous is that I never knew what humor is😂😂...

I was Mr. Do-it-all with a to-do list that left me clueless, even I do's were proven to be useless;

Seems like everything means everything when you're willing to do anything in your power to even keep the little you may have left.

I hate being called a rapper.

I love being a poet because there's things I done already did that I wouldn't be able to get away with if I was a rapper. I'll let you see what those things are, until then, let's just all get along and continue to praise rap as poetry that is your own interpretation and has you feel some type of way.

The Midas touch I may possess but turning water into wine is my greatest aspiration that trumps any means of charisma I felt I had to flaunt.

I know you love to live, you just hate how you living...

My security blanket of calling 911 got destroyed in the burning bed...

Ego death, known as Identity theft...

If you talk your faults notice you walk with shame...

I only got ***** cause I was sexist...

Witness her fitness where she prays, these days is phased, trying to coat yourself with glaze, clear the haze with rays, from the sun, cause don't no truer person cope with hopes, that you rope all in your life, the sheer scope is wrote, in the quotes, of many journals with their serious missions, value giving, so that's a vision to help all of who's missing, an inner self, cause they dealt with the critics that melt, all that they felt, so the belts choke the voice from one's self, so they can't speak, and they're weak, but you came with your's, so after wars, open doors heal those fire born sores, so that's a score, cause the more that we make it through storms, we feel reborn, after feeling torn from scorns of thorns.

I'm looking at the man in the mirror, I see him!, through self reflection I don't think I'll ever need him, to take a step outside and see the world as it is, my thoughts change like the seasons, they never knew me anyday it is, so I depend on you to get me through, this is for you, I know you like it how I tell it, I'm psychic though I'm biting off what you said really makes me tick, this paranoia sticks, now I look at you different, I can't identify your ego, I see that there is no more me within you, it's just me and you and I hate it, can you relate?, or was it just a question I must answer myself- albeit, I noticed that your making sacrifices, my guess as an outsider- it's a mid-life crisis, you're at the place you need to be and I don't wish to ruin it, I can't believe I'm doing it but now I get to rest and pad my stats, taking risks in uncharted territory- this is just my new beginning even when I'm losing still I feel I'm winning, though I drink alone and I can't believe I crashed nearly, never knowing it could last more than a day- and the withdrawals go many days, and I'm crawling back, still hugging on the high, anxious!, for a reply from rehab, hoping that I'm accepted by you- everything we've been through, but still I'm looking at a mirror through my eyes, that's broken, left only feeling I could fix it, for coping.

Soul of the man, is where the feelings of the man lies, emotion and anger is what will make the soul cry, relax the soul, treat it with your full respect, wisdom and experience is what will cause your dialect to fully expand, know the shell of the outer man, but never ignore the inner self, try if you can, to practice meditation, concentration puts the soul at ease, when you feel pressured and eager to clock the toughest gs, just look at me, under brush and tough conditions, can't crush my soul cause even my feelings has sharper visions, so now ambition is the strongest thing you see me with, got the soul of the fighter, that never trusts the fakest ****, now what you have in your possession is not known to me, but I guarantee with relaxation you will be set free, time to yourself is the time that frees you from the hole, give it a try, it is pleasing towards your inner soul.

Not instant but in a distance, my self assistance is business that is dealing with clutter labeled "other" from sucker *******, witness performance, **** is swarming, I cannot chill to breathe, reasons for pity never witty cause ****** ******* lead us to remember wild adventures, these censored fantasies pleasure as if it's treasure, it's measures elect erections pleads, word to my seeds, never speed to receive this greed, thinking you freed, but indeed it breeds guilt right on receded knees, look at my days and rephrase my self ambition list, vision won't reach precision if losses was a conscious wish.

Contributing my constitution to your illusions...was misconception infecting to make your arguments get fraudulent?, brought a bargain to a sergeants bliss and flawed assists, oh my gosh, a twist, a bonds' a *****, is dawn a myth?, shall you con to skip, pawn my grip, so I slip?, and make a revolution necessary temporarily, things we alter come to falter if it spars in altars, never fulfilling but is killing further growth in partners.

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!

What's up!, what's up!, you maybe think I'm a mourner, been giving you my opinion bout all of the 4 corners, I'm die hard for death from dying by living fast, and leaving the scene feeling like me, whenever I pass..surely it's half on me, half on you, I know what contradictions can do, but **** your feelings, cause I'm convinced I'm healing, it's my insurance policy, giving you full assurance to rest, upon your morals, all emotions that's making us join hands and plan for better days, we stand in service to try and serve all, doing what still serves us, feeling some don't deserve the privilege to make the difference, who's invited to party with us?, America!, oh hail!, you never failed us, giving us black America, some of us don't give second chances, breakup to makeup, no love from start to finish, I think the business is done, cause clearly we're not replenished, now you call me a menace not being open to change, still you get no attention, your advances are strange... so this is my stand!, I'm moving on!, cause this could be the story I completely let you in on, so chill out, it only comes a dime a double dozen thousand, every blue moon, it slips up and gets a grip, time to trip out with twins and triplets, everyone will have their chance sometime, someday, something comes up somehow, and somebody will play, while others have a cow, but I ain't got no beef with you, Judah is proud!

I don't see a rising group, but I do see a rising nation, comprised of people that have their minds blown, souls torn, I sigh as a still remain patient, do we have room for ignorance and hatred? Of course we do, we all have it inside of us, can imagine such a scene at the end of the world, bodies collapse, as we witness our eyes will bust!, I don't have problems with Muslims, I feel as just, ones who **** in the name of Allah ain't acting right, was never written in their religion to cause all of these killings, surprise!, now them suckas are down to fight!, world of wolves out to get us right past midnight, our LORD'S white sheep being killed by a new crusade, spot a path up ahead for us to go to, watch for the knives, the guns and the hand grenades!, praise GOD I made it out alive and my dues are paid, on to the heaven's to join the celebration, quickly forget the pains that was trapped in my head, erase the sight of the rising nation.

Provocative, you sought to stop apocalypse, would you be brave to the crave the days you behaved, dazed like you were crazed?, it's a haze and the wishes are simplistic and somewhat vicious, I was suspicious of giving kisses to evil ambitions, and a victim will taste the symptoms off how I ***** em, hard to stitch em, but you can't fix em, so wish to listen, counter dissing was not my mission, we play for winning, but seemed like thinning was only grinning to **** my feelings, so the dealing was not appealing, it was the ceiling, that was concealing a perfect living.

A genius in my pen game, I'm illustrating how I'm at a lost of words, my mind drew a blank!, pulling words out the air that was lighter than a feather and brought you and me together, I'm just bound to have these butterflies forever, supposed to be dense and packed, but I work with what I got, it's made from scratch, I had a little mustard seed moving mountains like it's nothing, I respect manhood but it's always up to something just a wild *** new beginning that was in the works, soon hatched an idea and new potential had its birth, disciplined it just to represent its will, soon bringing to life what was threatened to be killed.

Never would I dream of a scene of questioning faith with a second thought, It's probably like when you just rot, caught in the devil's ***, never got the meaning when I hear the free man dream in tongues, but I know his pain, and where all his strain approached him from, stung by the splinter who's sting was only meant to make me fear, but only fear I should have is towards the one that put me here, took all my pedigree, steadily as the years goes by, and once it levels to zero that's when my life goes by, I'm only choosing, abusing initial thoughts I had, so respect the lessons from questions of faith that I would ask, then whoop my *** when pop blast flash the aftermath, I always questioned my faith from all those thoughts I had!

Was a ghost, closest to focus?, No he's hopeless, but my eyes require glasses, the fastest call my tactics practice, the phantoms strapping what's about to happen?, collapse assassins with all my passion and cap the fashion, but yet they stashing and steady scratching, I'm wide awake, hard to handle these channelled scandals like Watergate, to them it's hard to hate, and me it's hard to take, shape fate off heart rate and sharp stakes, soon depart states, through a smart scope, and reside in Caribbean, free from sharks that stroke.

I'd like to focus on your sense of why you like to dream about me, smelled the scent that I had left, though you resent the schemes that doubts me, cross your brothers train of thought, guess you were caught up in my frame, but don't you recognize, you must accept this rep, respect disdains, all the pain you pertained if you really sort of like me, precisely, you entice me, but this ice tween us ain't spicy, it's like we know it bites, but it ain't right for us to mend, the way for this to go is if you hope you can PRETEND.

These artists' posters are the closest things that capture your best, cause the success will possess breath with premature death, it's not confessed, but it's dressed in the fatal portrayals, like a fable, one's not able to resist this on cable, I'm at the table, hoping to stay stable, look what this sin took, they've been booked, shaping what they bend in their input, offend nooks, now it seems seclusion has been shook, we lend crooks books that are hooked and then cooked, and now loose, seduced, recluse and then reduced, proof, from the coup that had looped and made our troops truce to get hooped, drooped in moose soup, goofed and times duce swooped in scooped ****.

At the beginning of my manhood, I had a story, and it was for me, but I would call it boring , I would feel I had the time to fool around and take the youth, to my fantasy but naked eye would see the naked truth, it became the pillow talk of the night, and that's the nexus of this plexus, I only got ***** cause I was sexist, with raw emotions under arrest, the intimate *** you say I was a stranger to and you would have to take it slow and teach me, and thankfully you reached me when my interest was high, so I admit that I would have the best time on my first time feeling like a pro, you already know, telling me you want a 2nd round, I figured so, now I see the yin and yang as the new thing..ready to go deeper peeping out the secrecy, already know the deepest is a sleeper, if I wake it up, it would spill the energy that minus well be friend or enemy, and yes the enemy was sexier and I admit my vice, now I have a baby mama that had several baby daddies and they only gave me fleeting advice, get this,  "your child needs support and your seed has a right to witness".

Continue shivers, one who delivers slivers of slugs, I don't consider, the critters were getting bitter through drugs, a vivid picture gets bigger when all its prisoners get hugs, we shrug as sinners, bugs will return the splinters we plugged, were you ascended?, defended by a defendant, descended, though your offensive, was proven expensive how it's extensive, so my defensive was senseless, defenseless measures through senses, so do I bug a **** that treasures slug offences?