Why am like kid to dance on my father's grave.
Why am not sure about my fallen story of love.
Maybe the passerby call me crazy of course they are not sure about who I am.
But they need to know the truth and the world needs to know all but still my mind is allergic on there quotes.
The world is truly nothing as it gives me reasons to back in my sorrow gracias.
Really our clan is not like wheels, so that we can back in our blood shed, and paint our feathers with the curse of black allies.
But please reflect on me, from my family grave I grew, in eyes of my heart murders I make my roots and again with the hands of my neck slaughters we make our land green by irrigating it with forgiveness and remembrance.

Now you can understand how my pain is my back pack that seek my joy but still be my burden to bring me down of my crown.
My king size my rope, there still a farm we need to renovate and tighten our knots so that the eyes keept at us many needs to change.
As we grow we will understand, once we were church mates later we became killers and others became hunts, once we were brothers later we fights in court, once we were Brothers later we became enemies, haters, and nightmare living.
From my pain I saw my light, I ended up smiling, my God served my soul and brought united
Really they fought, they cured our wombs, they rescued our blood, they vallued our land, and seek my happiness again.
Again we ate our bread with juice instead of roots and thirst, we made it sadly to make happy land ancestry DNA.

Let's build together, let's continue our strategy straight forward to our motto.
I see my lights starting and my vow renewals with my heart beeping maybe am winning and my sword will protect rather than shaddind our blood with innocents soul.
I see Victorious holding victory and the victory is my pride and that's our light.

I let them to hold my heart
I didn´t see their masked faces
I thought they keept it save
From my inner pain
But they break it
In many pieces.

Clip full to the max and one in the chamber,
No fears can't stop a solder who's ready for danger,
rather fight with bare knuckles than wast bullets on suckers.
Mother ******* under estimate me cuz I'm white.
But see i fight big dudes like 6 foot 2 without a crew,
I'm 5'6 and skinny but still takin every hit like a man and winning!
Walking tall, back to my enemy's after every brawl,
Like If you wanna hit me from the back "ok", that's cool, be a punk, and think your bad.
I don't do **** unless I'm starin at your face.
I don't even bust my gat without steppin out my ride and gettin my target in sight.
Don't underestimate me cuz of my size or baby blue eyes,
I was raised by killers, drug dealers, and fiends. caught my first felony case at 14 and did 2 almoast 3 years in a box under lock and key!
Apon my release I kept my face muggin mean and nobody in this new town messed with me!
Police gave a warning sayin, " we got a gangster with a violent history"!!
No chance for me to explain my being,
Labeled for my violent felonies.
the sight of me drove fear into my peers And attracted fine honeys.
Each looking to put their claim on me,
but I keept it OG. and gave em all a taste of me.
It was shortly thereafter that a bad crowd found me.
Crowned me a bad *** and treated me like a king!!
Looking to me to act boldly and disregard authority.
I needed no prompting to put a ******* up proudly, where everybody could see my defiance speaking loudly.
I love the lack of ****'s I give, I'm a piece criminal and say it proudly.
Im still one to fear but the closest of peers adore me for my risk taking and back having.
One face for all to see, my attitude of **** all you equally!!
A nice guy when you take the time to get to know me.
But I appreciate the fear I instill in strangers who steer clear of me.
I'm the same as I was long before I met anybody I know now!!
I just grew 2 feet and made my voice loud so I could lead a crowd, or pick a fight with the whole **** town!!
There's no changin the true me inside, even if now a days I've tried to stay away from drama and trouble.
I'll still ****, I'm still down for a bare knuckle rumble in the streets. I still do steel to eat, Rob houses and cars for money, do drugs and sell em to.
Only thing holding me back from screamin at police while I attack em and strip em of they badge, is a woman I found that grounded me.
Gave my delinquent mind clarity and gave me my first taste of love, truer than I've ever had as a ****
She respects every aspect of my past and only asks that I keep in check,
so I can stay around make a check and and bless every breath she has left.
So I do my best and respect the limits she sets.
Never over stepping her wishes unless I know the situation best,
and know for a fact that my actions will bring less regret.
But regardless of the love I hold or the wishes she bestowes Im still a gangster throwing up 1-4, wearing red and repin as a Norteno, cuz my stripes are big I did men's work as a kid, and took beatings like they didn't happen when theyes did
I been strapin myself since 11 when I stole a little 22 from up under the mattress of my uncles friend ben.
I used it a lot! Used to bring it to school.
never showed it off cuz the point wasn't to be cool.
i had it with the intentions of smokin a fool!
now I'm 18 and I've slowed slightly,
but don't think that just cuz I'm treating you nicely that I won't **** you with a dull knife and stick around to watch you slip into nice sleep!
Point being I'll treat you with what respect you deserve but cross me an ima eat your ******. Soul for desert!!!!

judas


a continuity guranteed
the nectar bequeaths
forlong
forgivess
the
edifice, a
roll of dicees
2.pm a preemtive.the-blue-acron in chrome
i-would know _ -
as forr a while
,(radio rahim....)
for you
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vigill,
  


in existence,
radio rahim the landscapes keept changing

a workk in progress


,santa maria,,,,  ,,mayy b ourr dreams

of the reverence  
  into the very  profound  


dayy 5
on the road
is lunch  now ............






along the heavy points
4pm same dayy
a brown tea *** so nicely preserved but off no grater utility
just a brown tea pottt
38 ...**** again ..huh .....just likk thatt
.... kindda winds up ,,wry

now ....
  still passionate  though

        
  /frothing/foams  
    
"jeddah"
" gives wayy too ".

along the /tumultus ,dry
the same dayy
footing
it coms  2 itt noww,,a cold..trance ,, embezeled

!! forr ,regressed. ,thoseof us VISIBL- Keene

it is finally-plenteous

breathing!a more juniper

. . cold. \ invisible,grooming////
    
    
  turns outtit should end here
  
  
  chapter 2
  
  
  _
   reasons /acuity/  th more the merrierer
   my bliss/slits
   till-kingdom comes .
   / & the black space everywhere in
   them the/many minds
   all the more
   \><citadel.come and go touch of gold
   see to believe
  
             &&&&&
  <    deep blue lakes that  never end
their rune
and it  returns  a ship on her chest

that i will reach places un dreamt of
\   will   returnn  > there. everyplace
  
  tea
  
  
  
<>>>>\

    
        stays afloat,  
      dispels /beaten /scowls
   scary ,all-of jiggling/kepp bouncying
     ><weeds out / >minuscules
  
  
  
        ripes/renders
         <jessica>>>>jamboree
         come face me.


     the grandest / all  the oddities
  
    one magic invention i was missing all this time
  
  
  transgression/ kindda may be timid /  
  my jive / rruby/mouthing
a last supper if you will .something akin
  
  
  
  wt i was
endless
immeasurable the - wild/beckons/ ribbons and knots
door to door
tropic


day/&night; /
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i was
i would

on my side

Ausual-revival
Arendition again  again
and
lifee-like
-ride
and whatever moreover all oveer the leftovers
rose swells . fine
  
  
  
our grasslands,

you know
, stilts

frantic Jiving,Jiving Jiving



  





in smoke

  -reels/
incapabl,,
indecicve

one more dayy
and through
th moors




are off ,,,, raspberry,
discontent
  / neatt/
  mother  fuggazii ,,

a week goes
mayb a month a long intention
, itt- sooths./all the more



onegin \
Gerianne- ,,twitces  .
astute, many floors up,
pigging cleaning,every quarter
the clouds/massquadre ,this is cat

to,,, through ,,,,,moved

, a-blue,, temple

a bloom,a ,temple

a rook a trek a stoop now
Buddha, a simpleton/buddah

geriane




16
,, miniature lamps,,blizzards
all that can
in a man/rigour

all that hula hoop
possibly a merry christmass,,
dayys spent ,,
,,  full

you  are all that is

sire a \
all the pleasures off a small room
full off all the kool tools
an art decoo sire by now you know it
all thecrystal fairies in blue crystall *****


pretty slick,,,runs
,piping hott ,, undone
&the;
buddha, the-rider,, the- boxes,,,layaway

the glistering

the beaming, all  the book keeping

a philistine, if i mayy

impeccable, and  free
glitters all  the hourrs,
a\ repliccaa

just a beguiling  taste ,\
,sire,,little empty purposely,, masterfully done,,,sire
beefy ,,sire
,and, plenty-full

surelyy

the nectar bequeaths









projected .mediocre , mister
faires in ferries  shimmering  dearest of stories
  / wings
/reminising
  
  
    _
drool
    
    
    
  an artt decoo sire,,,a purple tea *** in which we drink our tea,

,,mirrors,,, the very best in the pristine

the mannequins,,all the more

-buddha,
the-rider,, the- boxes,,

,,sire
iff only i may
all that   hula hoop.we survived  alone

& hometown alleys too,
the innate
shufling,  neat //pique
   from,treetops,bellhops,  all  pitstops
   chit chats-flips flops flat
lemonade/the charade the bee hives all
handmade
kind of  dreams /transpicuous
**** you would knoow that
anyway
blinking/ slits . //slithers

leaping/ reaping/ leaving all

blue //eyes bulls eye


archic // mine bck off !

once upon we we're,
always try to hidden our sorrows,
try to keept it ,inside to our soul,
always actin and shown how
much we we're happy,
given a lots of ptomise ,if we'll
leave both,never try to cry,
for
our past!
but I can't keep my promise,
what I do?think going to die?
no my dear!
I try to saying mine, please .................
mr azim DON'T TRY TO CRY!!!!!!

you see the boy at high school you send wispers all around tearing him up inside. he say nothing as you just push him around. every day he is scilent and never even makes a sound. that loaner is me. i just watch the world go bye. i dont have any thing to say expet i am going down the road of life solatuid shunning away people. that boy you watch every day he grows moe quiet but has a weapon of his choice. his words that shoots like bullets hitting tarkets with kinds solam words that lighten the impact. that boy who alawys walked home alone every day. he has no words exept (his big blue)eyes that make the statmenst that keept him sane.

There's blue
There's green
There's purple in you
And red down his knees

There's that fun yellow in your arms
And a touch of black under her eyes
I search for the white of your hands
But they've disappear under the light

I miss the orange
It keept it a little lighter
Now we're left with gray
And empty ink bottles piled higher and higher

Iver tried to say it dosent hurt no more
And all i feel is joy and love or laughter
So i keept drinking even more
Not caring for the morning after.  

I've tried to think that i could sing
And i would be the biggest in the world
But truth be told i cannot sing
I'm musicless and gray and old

So then ive tried to paint a picture
And i believed that ive invented a new style
Unfortunately it was just a sad picture
Of lonely water colors, forever in denial

Borred, then I had a go at politics,  religion, math and history
Relentless in my search for my next fix
To love without chemistry

And in the end ive started writing nonsense
Thinking somehow ive stolen Shakespeare's muse,
But yet again my false pretences
Have left me mumbling confused.

I stopped trying to be so many things
And i start drinking mostly water
Waiting to see what future brings
When you do care about the morning after.

For all those that I've failed : forgive me
I will try harder from now on
I'll throw my ego in the black sea
Attached to a horizon at the dawn.

Then I will sail away ,keep seeking for the ocean,
Cutting through waves of madness and illusory dreams
Looking for a new story, a different new emotion
With intricate screen savers and neverending themes.  

Written by an AI