If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.
Which is why
I'm so unlucky.
It's like my money
telling jokes in my pocket
because it knows it's funny.
I live in Texas but
My days are never sunny.
They are much rather gloomy
and the darkness consumes me
until I get a bit wreck less.
Faded
till I'm speechless.
Smoking
till I'm breathless.
Til my mind isn't restless.
Sippin the devils elixir
made me far from quicker
but I feel deathless
because I'm high
off of **** and antidepressants.
God don't like ugly
and the people
walk about corruptly
in this world of vanity.
That grips the sanity
til it produces
a lack of empathy
for its fellow man.
This world of vanity
has me trapped
In my own reality
because I'm not
appealing to the eye
and my words
not appealing to the soul.
Still dress to impress
to catch a lost ******* soul
lackin control
to ride this ****
like a slippery *****.
God don't like ugly.

If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.
Like a ******* child
that's he's forgot about.
Made in his image
but far more warped.
Who realized his potential
and leaped from the porch.
Into a sea of fakes
trying to achieve an image
sharp as a sword.
Just as mighty as the lord
but they always come up short
because they are mortals
between the portals
of heaven and hell.
So the paranormals ******
the brains of the godawful children.
Until everything is up for sale
including their soul.
To feel a feeling that will never bail.
This life has been hell.
Yet, we bask in the heat
of the moment.
When temptation rains upon us
we always lose focus.
How can we resist it
when him and his enemy
sent it.

If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.

-Klash

Mic check. Mic check.
I know you hear what I'm saying
but are you listening?
There's a difference in hearing
and actually listening.
I inform you of my day
and the demons I'm slaying.
Yet, you change the subject
like passing periods.
Fast and furiously,
far more than seven times
You've disregarded my troubled mind.
To talk about others problems
all as if they were mine.
Actions that drive me far away
from my eternal sunshine.
Only to leave me far behind.
to realize that our love is blind
And that it may not
be love at all.

Mic check mic check
testing One,two,three.
Are you listening to me
or are you just hearing me.
Mic check mic check
testing one,two,three.
I show you love
Why can't you show me?
Why can't you show me?

I know you hear what I'm saying
but are you listening?
There's a difference in hearing
and actually listening.
Your actions are prohibiting me
from giving you factual conditioning
of my love and how I'm feeling.
Silent as the night they are.
Derailing my train of thought.
This is why I hold **** in
like a reservoir.
And you begin to wonder
why I'm so angry and bizarre.
It's like I'm talking to myself
and I'm locked behind bars.
Oh well, I guess I'm
going crazy again.
Self indulging with drugs
just to feel loved again.
So far gone
when you knock
you can't get in.
Smoke fills the temple
that my soul sits in
because Im at
my wits end.
All because you struggle
to take the time to comprehend.
Mic check. Mic check.
Drop what the ****
you are doing
this is a sound check.
It's just you and I
and our hearts on deck.
I will do my best
to hear what you have
to get off of your chest.
I just hope when I'm next
you set your pride aside
to hear what's on my mind.

Mic check mic check
testing One,two,three.
Are you listening to me
or are you just hearing me.
Mic check mic check
testing one,two,three.
I show you love
Why can't you show me?

-Klash

You would probably see me in ten years
Far ahead of my peers.
Spaced out at a sea of cheers.
Screams as far you can hear.
Bodies as far as you can see
And those that are close to me
Feel my presence like their worst fears.
Faces are covered in tears
As my soul bleeds into their ears.

I am a musician.
I am a musician.
I am the greatest musician
To ever speak in this business.

I had dreams as a kid
Of fans screaming my name.
As an adult the same dreams
Makes me feel insane.
I am the only one blame.
I've taken the wrong roads in life
And driven into quick sands.
That has eaten my time
And blinded me from the light.
Yet ideas and rhymes
Beat down on my head
all the time.
Like the fall of rain.
Spacing out at a blank page
And I can see my pain.
I can see their pain.
I can feel their pain.

These are my aspirations.
What I see when I close my eyes
But I lack the patience.
To fulfill my contemplations
Of becoming what I've always wanted in
Life.
A musician.
A modern day prophet.
With a soul so strong
Even satan can't stop it.
These are my aspirations.
To become greater than what i am now.
My how has become my when
And I know exactly how to win.
How to beat this game of life.
To become secure.
To become sincere and open minded
To the essence of life
And tell the things that people
Only observe and never utter.
These are my aspirations.
You've read it first
From the mind of Klash.

I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Round and round and round
My mind turns about.
Now never again in my life
Will I try to doubt
Who I am
and where I will be.
When the evil within tries to get out.

Its time to reroute./
I've gotta reroute. /
I've got to get up on my feet
And shout. /
I've wasted too much time asleep.
Only ****** at myself
Because during the time I've spent
Trying to dig deep into her/
I have totally forgetten
Where I was and who they were./
Those who held me back/
gave me plenty of hugs and daps/
but made my time on earth a blur./
I love my brothers so/
And I lift them up
When they're low/
But when it's time to go/
**** its times to go./
Open up my crusted eyes
And let the Suns holy glow/
Help me grow./
I just hope that when I rise
I begin to know

I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Round and round and round
My mind turns about.
But never again in my life
Will I try to doubt
Who I am
and where I will be.

Camels and Arabs/
I often wish I could walk
The land that they have./
Yet, I walk the land
Of trends and fads/
Expensive homes and tags/
That make me see everything
I do not have./
Only to drag me further away
From my true path./
Desensitizing me of
What I'm not suppose to have/
And throwing me on that circuitous route./
Now that I've figured all this **** out./
I'm going to backtrack on my life
And add in everything I left out. /
Reconstructing my mind
To make it my vibrant home.
So when they ask and say
"Klash, what took so long?"
I would reply

I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.

My mind and body come apart
down a page for me to start
  to speak what's on my heart.
To yell whats in my soul
thats written in all caps
,bold font.
I moved passed those wants
developed a swole con-
-scious I spit hot ****.
Devils ****.
Rebel fist
In the air for the woke.
I provoke all the dreamers
in the hole.
To touch the sky
and find your gold.
Clutch it tight
and never fold.
Never cross the path of Klash
if you ain't glowed up.

Oh ****
Here he go again
spittin fire blowin in the wind.
Mouth full of sin
Chasing ends
to my dark days.
Part ways from the *******
when I star gaze.
Super blazed
Super lit.
So that **** that's
flowin out your mouth
is sounding irrelevant.
You ****** up
my element.
You ****** up
my vibe.
Can't you see I'm
heaven sent.
Rip to Jimi
I kiss the sky.
A life of bliss
you holding
just to comply.
I rather be
the molding
that you apply.
To your everyday
basis for living.
Heinous decisions
got me thinking
I'm winning but
I'm lost inside
these prisms and rhythms.
I can't tell the ****** difference
If I'm free or in prison.
On a road to perdition
with poetic emissions
and prophetic provisions.
For the love
of some riches
you tend to
lose your religions
or get lost in the system.
Or get lost cuz you blind.
There's no time
to play the victim
we might be all out of time.
For you I empty
my mind.