Uhh..,Young Ston, OFTR..
They say I'm crazy, They say I'm lazy,..they call me crazy, they call me lazy,..Ayee,Yeah..They say I'm crazy, Yeah they say I'm lazy, Uhh, they say I'm crazy..I'm amazing, They say I'm lazy, I'm amazing, They say I'm crazy, They call me lazy, They say I'm....
Crazy..(I'm amazing7)
They say I'm crazy..they call me lazy, They call me crazy..They say I'm lazy..They say I'm crazy, ***** I might  be..Uhh..Yeah..I'm (amazing2)..
(so amazing2)..amazing

Uhh, No Kanye West **** tho dawg, Good Morning tho, Yeah the birds is chirping so loud in the Atown, but I ain't worrying or stunning them hos, no,no..,Ayo, I'm wit my big brothers we mobbing, & we rising up to the top without selling our souls, **** all of that Occult ****, forget about being a Freemason, I'm keeping it hundred, & they only keep it 33 percent, them ******* so scared to even ever show they faces true colors & rep they gang man while they out in public,.. Not me Imma stunt Yeah,..Imma stunt for OFTR *****,..Imma scream my gang so loud to the top of my lungs, Yeah ***** Imma shout..While I'm smoking on some crazy amazing bud mane, I'm  spitting facts from my spirit & soul man, ayo them ******* *** rappers ain't who they say that is noo, not (really2)..homie, they only betraying us mane, Yeah they so fake man, they so gay Yeah freaking faggets, stay the **** outta my face & stay the **** away from me homie, before yo body be filled with maggots..

Aye, I builded my own corporation by just having hope man & praying Yeah..I'm motivating all of my young ****** to stop, following after these **** ******, they ain't keeping it true they rapping lies, & that's not the code. Ayo even the president & his whole committee stay lying to us too, we as the people need to do something together soon, so lets overthrow these false prophets & fake leaders as soon as possible dawg, Uhh..
**** the government, **** America, man I'm going in,.. noo OFTR we won't stop, Noo we can't stop,man.. We can't be stopped either my nig..Uhh, **** Society, **** the police, **** everybody that's hating, **** all the fakes too homie, Aye man **** a friend, **** having a ol lady too homie noo I don't need all of those distractions around me Aye..
Imma always stay true to myself mane..Yeah ***** (Yeah2)..Uhh I got my family, &  I will  ride on any ***** ***** who ever disrespect one them & shoot some **** up,Yeah , that's what my Daddy taught me my *****...Uhh,Yeah..I'm riding to the end for OFTR man, OFTR we all stars..we so amazing,..Yeah we (so amazing3)..

Aye man yeah these ****** stay hating, they hate me..Why because I'm amazing, so amazing.. Aye man, yo ***** wanna come over to my place get faded & get ******..Uhh Imma beat her up..I Chris Brown dat **, call her a Uber then send her *** home packing,.. ain't no sleep overs wit me *****  Noo , you should already know that OFTR noo we don't love these **'s, noo we don't trust em too..Uhh
I be too busy to be sexting & picking up my phone but ***** **** I do give out the best quickies tho **,Yeah..I'm on my grind for the whole day, Noo I can't sleep, Yeah I'm doing whatever I gotta do to feed my family & developing my business into a multi billion dollar industry, but I ain't bending over or ******* ****, forget that sweet Starship type ****.., Yeah **** all of dat , OFTR we got our own agenda man, keeping it real & funky, everyday, Yeah Uhh..I'm getting so stronger everyday..I'm smoking on that strong Hulk smash ****, please don't interfere wit me or else you will be MIA, Aye mane..,I'm so amazing..Uhh.
I'm on my sonic Flow, I'm going so fast, I'm rolling some more grass while I drive man, I been drinking too ****, my ***** I might even crash,..Yeah I'm crazy but you can't call me lazy mufucker, you just looking in from the outside man, who the ******* think you is..Uhh


Only my Heavenly Father can judge me mane,
(Nobody else , Noo2)..*****, Yeah Young Ston a King , Yeah..Uhh Young Ston a g, Yeah Uhh.., Young Ston the man **,..I keep going in, & I ain't pulling out, let's go..Uhh..Yeah
They say I'm crazy, they call me lazy, but they don't know that there is a weapon that's been inside of me, bout to get me so paid *****..so paid Yeah..Yeah..(I'm about to get paid man2)..(I'm about to get paid Yeah3)..
/Yeah..(so paid2)/3..I ain't being (no slave2)..man..Uhh

They say I'm crazy,...
They say I'm lazy, they call me crazy, they call me lazy, they say I'm lazy,..They call me crazy..Uhh..***** I'm amazing, Yeah..(I'm amazing2)..Yeah ***** (I'm amazing3)..Yeah ***** (I'm amazing3)..I'm so amazing, Yeah..

I'm amazing everybody when they doubted on me my *****, They  said I couldn't do nothing but just be a problem, well **** they was right about one thing, Yeah I didn't have a job for a long time  mane..young *****, I usta just sit around the house dream about my future & write hits all day long mane,..Aye but I always had a plan to go out to get what is mines homie..Aye this world so **** evil they gott a ***** like me set up for failure already but I will achieve, & smoke a J wit Farrakhan to discuss being invole  in the Future Revolution for my people..Aye Yeah man..

These demons won't block my vision, man they underneath me Yeah dawg, Yeah I like to roll up Yeah I like to drink alot my ***** , so what, I live my life so you should live yours..Uhh my ***** live it up..Uhh,Yeah Young Ston these busters said I would never ever make it too the big leagues but now they all following after my foot steps  mane.. dawg these succers all around me, & stay tweeting me asking for a **** handout bru, hell naw get the **** up outta my zone, Im not ever associating myself or ever  doing business with ***** *** fakes,..Yeah..Aye.. ***** ***** stay on yo route, don't hop in my lane dude..

You lames copying after each other in Atl mane & I'm doing my music my own way ****, I was the greatest already without nobody even knowing about me, Imma living legend, I prosper forever Yeah, Uhh..Young Ston I'm amazing , so amazing, Yeah ***** I'm amazing, so amazing.. So amazing, so what they can call me crazy dawg, I'm so far away from the haters mane, I'm so elevated, Yeah they can call me crazy all they want ,but no they can't call me lazy, because *****..I know what I am..

I'm amazing Yeah Cuhz.. (I'm amazing3)...Yeah (I'm amazing3)..(Yeah I'm amazing3)..I'm (so amazing2)....
Ayee..Yeah they  say I'm lazy, They call me crazy, They call me lazy, they say I'm crazy,..
/*****.., Yeah (I'm amazing2)../4
Haaaa,(so amazing3)..I'm (so amazing3)..
***** I'm amazing, Yeah ***** I'm crazy,but I ain't even 5 steps close to being lazy..Uhh I'm amazing.. (So amazing4)..Young Ston

o, darling
daylight has never been your most flattering
light

and how could it be?
you never sleep,
because life is but a dream

like that old
children's song
goes

dear god of boujee
women, the ones with
bloodstained louboutins

let me autotune myself to sound inhuman,
say my prayers to
you

in the dying light
of the atl
freeways

my only hymn i have to
offer is that of
migos

and instead of bread and wine
i have lean and
xanax

o, darling
our eyes will never
age

and new money, who dis?
will forever be the closest thing
we have to a mantra

Voces al doblar la esquina
                                             
voces
entre los dedos del sol
                                        sombra y luz
casi líquidas
                        Silba el carpintero
silba el nevero
                            silban
tres fresnos en la plazuela
                                              Crece
se eleva el invisible
follaje de los sonidos
                                      Tiempo
tendido a secar en las azoteas
Estoy en Mixcoac
                                    En los buzones
se pudren las cartas
                                    Sobre
la cal del muro
la mancha de la buganvilla
                                             
aplastada por el sol
escrita por el sol
                              morada caligrafía pasional

Camino hacia atrás
                                    hacia lo que dejé
o me dejó
                    Memoria
inminencia de precipicio
                                          balcón
sobre el vacío

                          Camino sin avanzar
estoy rodeado de ciudad
                                            Me falta aire
me falta cuerpo
                            me faltan
la piedra que es almohada y losa
la yerba que es nube y agua
Se apaga el ánima
                                  Mediodía
puño de luz que golpea y golpea
Caer en una oficina
                                  o sobre el asfalto
ir a parar a un hospital
                                        la pena de morir así
no vale la pena
                              Miro hacia atrás
ese pasante
                        ya no es sino bruma

Germinación de pesadillas
infestación de imágenes leprosas
en el vientre los sesos los pulmones
en el **** del templo y del colegio
en los cines
                        impalpables poblaciones del deseo
en los sitios de convergencia del aquí y el allá
el esto y el aquello
                                  en los telares del lenguaje
en la memoria y sus moradas
pululación de ideas con uñas y colmillos
multiplicación de razones en forma de cuchillos
en la plaza y en la catacumba
en el pozo del solitario
en la cama de espejos y en la cama de navajas
en los albañales sonámbulos
en los objetos del escaparate
sentados en un trono de miradas

Madura en el subsuelo
la vegetación de los desastres
                                                    Queman
millones y millones de billetes viejos
en el Banco de México
                                        En esquinas y plazas
sobre anchos zócalos de lugares comunes
los Padres de la Iglesia cívica
cónclave taciturno de Gigantes y Cabezudos
ni águilas ni jaguares
                                        los licenciados zopilotes
los tapachiches
                              alas de tinta mandíbulas de sierra
los coyotes ventrílocuos
                                         
traficantes de sombra
los beneméritos
                              el cacomixtle ladrón de gallinas
el monumento al Cascabel y a su víbora
los altares al máuser y al machete
el mausoleo del caimán con charreteras
esculpida retórica de frases de cemento

Arquitecturas paralíticas
                                            barrios
encallados
jardines en descomposición
                                                médanos de salitre
baldíos
               
campamentos de nómadas urbanos
hormigueros gusaneras
                                          ciudades
de la ciudad
costurones de cicatrices
                                          callejas en carne viva
Ante la vitrina de los ataúdes
                                                 
Pompas Fúnebres
putas
              pilares de la noche vana
                                                          Al amanecer
en el bar a la deriva
                                    el deshielo del enorme espejo
donde los bebedores solitarios
contemplan la disolución de sus facciones
El sol se levanta de su lecho de huesos
El aire no es aire
                              ahoga sin brazos ni manos
El alba desgarra la cortina
                                            Ciudad
montón de palabras rotas

                                              El
viento
en esquinas polvosas
                                      hojea los periódicos
Noticias de ayer
                              más remotas
que una tablilla cuneiforme hecha pedazos
Escrituras hendidas
                                    lenguajes en añicos
se quebraron los signos
                                                                atl tlachinolli
                                            se
rompió
                                                                agua quemada
No hay centro
                          plaza de congregación y consagración
no hay eje
                    dispersión de los años
desbandada de los horizontes
                                                    Marcaron a la ciudad
en cada puerta
                            en cada frente
                                                        el signo $

Estamos rodeados
                                  He vuelto adonde empecé
¿Gané o perdí?
                      (Preguntas
¿qué leyes rigen "éxito" y "fracaso"?
Flotan los cantos de los pescadores
ante la orilla inmóvil
                                    **** Wei al Prefecto Chang
desde su cabaña en el lago
                                                Pero yo no quiero
una ermita intelectual
en San Ángel o en Coyoacán)
                                                    Todo es ganancia
si todo es pérdida
                                  Camino hacia mí mismo
hacia la plazuela
                                El espacio está adentro
no es un edén subvertido
                                      es un latido de tiempo
Los lugares son confluencias
                                                    aleteo de presencias
es un espacio instantáneo
                                             
Silba el viento
entre los fresnos
                              surtidores
luz y sombra casi líquidas
                                             
voces de agua
brillan fluyen se pierden
                                          me dejan en las manos
un manojo de reflejos
                                          Camino sin avanzar
Nunca llegamos
                                Nunca estamos en donde estamos
No el pasado
                          el presente es intocable

The crickets and the cars
And the heat of the stars
Running down the street
Hopping the bars
A trap beat
Rustling sheets
Wherever you may be
Rollin windows down as we speed around
Kendrick and Kesha and ATL
Mac and Butch Walker and Frank's Golden Girl
The smell of gasoline
Clink of rings on my feet
When they scream at us to get out of the street
Kisses and moans and gimme more's
Cash register chimes cause I bought one to match yours
Cryin in the bathroom and baby got sick
When I gotta fall asleep
That does the trick

At the ATL concert Monday night I got to thinking. Every little thing at a concert that happens, the wait, the actual concert, and the memories, they save people, make them happy. I remember the wait for Warped, that’s when my depression was really bad and I was planning to **** myself, knowing that I was going to be there, in that crowd made me want to keep living. After the Sleeping with Sirens concert, I didn’t cut months after that concert. And the complete feeling of euphoria of actually being there in front of the people who were there for you when no one else was. It makes you think, “oh I actually am happy, it isn’t the pills,” or “wow, maybe there is another way I can actually make myself feel better besides cut.” Just knowing how much you mean to the members, you can just tell in their voices how much they care; how comfortable they are with you, how serious they can get, how they carry on each and every single song. Concerts, bands save lives, so if you say they don’t, you have no idea what it feels like to have nothing to live for except music. Music has saved my life, and I have no way to repay those that have made the music, played the shows, and cared for me. There is no way I can repay them for them giving me my life back. Thank you to all of the bands that have done so, thank you.

It only matters if you care.
If a tree falls and no one is around does it does it make a sound?
If i were to die tonight would my body be found.
Profound thought processes that make me think that my existences is proficient and special but in truth im just a cosmic spec of dust that will be forgotten in the infinitesimal cosmic pool of time.
Where it wasent divine will that makes me human swine
but just random chance,
my existence should be a crime.
Thinking that im able to exists,
to actually be remembered by you few who i have met in my life,
the joy, happiness,
pain and strife i have caused.
But the clause in this existence is that all that ever existed will paused.
My life as easily ctrl, atl, deleted, replaced, rebooted, depleted, the longest and best thing i can be is food for worms,
and thats the only thing that inspires me.
When these words tired, week, ended and forgotten,
i would be long gone,
corroded and rotten
and that future doesnt look so bleak.
When no matter how profound this poem sounded,
how upset, or confounded you become...
trying to find meaning in life...
is well dumb... when everything you know will succumb to time,
and then time will succumb to itself when no one is there to record it..
Your existence is all in my head, i swear i recorded.
But with time those images become distorted and courted and then with time.. erased.
Displaced, abandoned and mis-traced.
So many faces,
names and places gone,
i just want to be remembered
for some one to hold on..
A little piece of immortality,
a little piece of immorality,
something so dastardly you couldnt help but remember,
but sadly the reality of my simple existence is thus..
my existence is a random bust,
a popped bubble with no ripples,
the concept of infinity is some where around the idea of that simplicity existential connectivity that makes us thus.
I shall die and that is the end.
No one will care, and....
it wont even matter.