"masterplan" poems
Why even try in school?
Ill runaway to New York
Thats my masterplan
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Looking at the times the way these dimes
Droppin' like flies as time goes by thinkin' why?
They living up to a ** status tryna to be the baddest
But forget that you beautiful the way your are
a shining star that's going dim
Tryna impress them ?
But they ain't seeing yo who do believe in?
Me or next man
Setting the masterplan at hand got ****
She fell to the design that was planned
Insecurities rushing cuffin'
to a disease
Invisible melodies stringing her menality
Wake up and stop following these fakes in society
Cuz they don't care about thee
just another bill ya need to seal and ****
These fakes tryna make fame off of a fake name
Only to end up ashamed
Now the next girl was giving her self to the world
Eyes glistening like a pearl yo it makes me wanna earl
She was lusting each scene for the cream and it seems
She can't break away from the siblings
Aphrodisiac beings
spiritually killing
Her soul outta control to many energies swarming a hole
Thoughts dug deeper than an abyss soon to kiss
A gravesite from having to many one nights
Momentarily she's feels good from.the morning wood
And if I could
Change her views but she stuck in her ways
So I guess the pain is there to stay floating away
Me I'm on cloud nine tryna place my self in unison to the sun
an unbecome a fallin' one
Little lost women lookin' for men
To take in can't amend
Their problems but we all got problems
Can't resolve 'em only evolve 'em above the rim
Word to birdie lookin' for the enemies frenzy
See the past I peeped the scenery since the age of three
a golden taste of the coke and Hennessy
Gave me a second chance to glance into the 9th D
A Time traveler wisdom unraveler I'm the savior
Resurrected from death in the form of a fetus
Baby girl wipe ya tears no need to fear
And compare against these buccaneers
Most close their ears so they can't hear
Ya sighs ...bawlin' no stallin'
let's rise
above all of those fallin'..now say...
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Dance of the wind, shakes the trees, shakes the sky
Turn of the seasons
Turn of the storm
Sweet Ulyses on a broken tulip, dying
Reaching for the last of time
Within the great mystery.
Oh, holy land walking underneathe feet
With tired eyes and repeated lies -
The carrion song breaks down and cries
Yesterday closes in on thought's illusion
Of telling today to run around
Chasing past days gone
For the sake of youth gone
Crystal eyes and flaccid goodbyes
The carrion song breaks down and cries
Under soft caresses of Nature's glow
Ceases to be, the gift of selfishness
Asleep in the fog
Spinning madly, this rock of earth
Around star sun, a one-eyed Buddha
Taking gravity, magnetic energy
Invisible force
Orange burn, holographic sin
Make the clock jump ahead
Forward in time, backward in rhyme
Poor things of words
Emotionless, bodiless
Detailing worlds, both inner and outer
But never receiving rightful admiration
Or recognition
Oh, sad words of symbolic reference
Lay down your weary tune and collapse
Sink back into the void of a hum
Yesterday opens around thought's illusion
Of showing today the masterplan
When bizarre happenings stir the crowd of mind
'Tis the moment to step out of time
And examine the line,
The dire chime of truth
And thus enters the chance to realize
The carrion song that breaks down and cries
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
My motto is **** the world
no joy in my heart been heartless from the start
and whats love got to do with it
i been acquitted since the devil made me do it
can't help that im hopeless
scopin' out my enemies everybody wanna bury me
cuz all eyez on me and trust me
***** i rise back to the top i feel relieved when hearts drop
like bricks **** my **** you trick
i ain't satisfied til i see nigguhs in open casket
though a *******
child stuck in the wild nobody can change me
maybe envy me jealousy keeps a nigguhs strapped
tried to play with the full deck 52 years in week
that means i got 365 days to think
of a masterplan since they wanna get my hand
in cuffs **** all toughs this aint no bluff
im rippin' hearts apart from lyrics full of fury
so what if they take me
i send two middle fingaz to the grand jury
sentence me
but ONly God can Judge Me Nigguh
Never send a boy to a grown mans job
i plan to rob the spotlight late night
shakin' out of cold sweat im thinkin' terrorist threats
yea i know they government despise me
mad at me cuz im black than the next nigguh
cops is crooked so keep ya hand on ya trigger
how ya figure?
thiings gonna get better in the afterlife
when hells already on earth
when i die ill probably be sent as cursed
to the times of the Devil i was made a Rebel
**** everybody and anybody that ain't down with me
i promise youll feel my treachery
adversary come in different times and signs
lookin' for the perfect crime
****** after midnight focused my sight
and though ill die alone no tears in my eyes
they all dried out **** the clout
no justice no peace this for my hellraisin' peeps
creepin' out the trenches
leave nigguhs stuck like they fist clinched on fences
only god can judge me
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Smoke somethin'
To get yo mind thumpin'
Inhale all of the reality
Full of negativity
**** what they see
I see shades of grey
Everytime i look on tv
Got one of us locked up in cuffs
Or police letting the guns bust
But if we bust back
Betta believe they gone comeback
Times two hard for you
Dodge the ********
As i inhale my thaistick
Reminiscin on a perfect plan
A masterplan they even will be felt in Japan
My imperial aint no joke
So sit the **** down a take notes
And blow some smoke
Travel with me on a fantastic voyage
Escape all the raid and escapades
Hide in the shade
Avoid the sunshine
Cuz all i got is **** on my mind!!!
**** racism the media America's culprit
That loves to quote misprints
Pay attention to the peckin' order
Because you might be next in the slaughter
No confessions no stressin
Just me and family and a few homies
Chillin' overseas havin' smoke sessions
"MAN IM GLAD I ESCAPE THE STATE MILITIA THESE FOOLS IS TRIPPIN'
STRAIGHT LOADING CLIPS IN
READY TO **** AT WILL
THEY SAY FREEDOM IS FREE
BUT THATS A **** LIE
ALL I SEE IS FOOLS DEATH MULTIPLY
STRATEGIZE YA GAME KNOW THY ENEMY
AND THE REST WILL BE MANIFESTED TO YOU STAY TRUE **** THE PHONIES
RELAX TAKE A DEEP AND INHALE
THE **** " BLOWS SMOKE OUT THE NOSE
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
*Psst, Ms. Anthem! I'm talkin' to you,
You don't know what he's gonna do.
He's selling you down at Planet M,
He's ******* you and he's to blame.*
Didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers?
Haven't I warned you of the dangers?
Why're you hearing what he's telling you?
I created you; what did he do?
*You think he cares about any part of you?
Or what you'll cause the **** blessed to do?
You're his showpiece; he's the front-page story,
You're the sunshine; he basks in your glory.*
I mean what I make, every word that I sing,
it's awareness not revolution that I try to bring,
How'll they hear you if it ain't through me?
How'll they know me if I don't cut me a deal?
*He's just in it for the name and the fame,
his material thirst puts the causes to shame,
he could've walked around, guitar in hand,
a song on his lips, nights of head in the sand.*
How would we then be known in the public domain?
All my efforts would've gone right down the drain.
So I chewed on that cigar; sipped some champagne,
stepped aboard and took a ride on the gravy train.
*Now he'll talk of Dylan and other icons of the past,
well Lennon maybe a hero but never working class,
**** Jagger no one buys was a street fighting man,
and the Gallaghers scripted their masterplan,
He could've stayed true,
if he really wanted to...*
Well, me and you,
we wouldn't have got our rightful dues,
if I did what he wanted me to,
and stayed pure like a mule...
I rest my case, Ms. Anthem.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
It's a con man
With a small c
Armed with a masterplan
There's no such thing as society
Keep your nose clean
Keep your eyes peeled
Slip out of the streets
Into the fields of wheat
Roy Melville Wiggins
Takes his seat
A place reserved
Before his birth
No need to question
Just repeat
The well deserved
Assumed self worth
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Hearts turn hard
Heads gone soft
Lets sail away at any cost
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Who brought the map?
Oh Roy shut yer trap
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC
I felt the ground beneath me,
There was nothing at all,
I had nothing,
To stop the fall.
I could hear the shrieks,
of ghosts in time past,
I wonder how long,
they will last,
I could feel the breath of a slimy creature behind,
a conjure casted cat ran through my mind,
I thought of death and how my clock winds,
but alas, death leaves my contract left unsigned,
I opened my eyes, bright sun up above,
Startled, I jolted up with a buzz, gave my body a shove,
flowers on the ground spelled out love,
heat on my face I had nothing to speak of,
I took a long walk to understand,
what I thought was in the masterplan,
I sunk my toes in the dirt to feel the land,
I realized the plan isn't about my lifespan
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
you have family they love you dearly
but the pain they cause cuts you severly
they don't cee or understand the pain caused by one man
the mistakes you made along the way of your masterplan
now your trying to do better but betters not the best
you sold your inner and your outter celf so whats left
that life can be changed its all up to your determination
even if you stand alone atleast your body has restoration
do it for you so others can cee its more than talk
at first their support is low but they'll cee what your pain has cost
they'll cee the far way you've come
at the end of the day youll be loved by someone
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
Each moment carries hidden plans,
where potential lies beneath,
and courage finds uncharted lands,
with steady steps and cautious feet.
Shadows dwell where the light retreats,
and brave souls remain vigilant,
as destiny and fortune meet
while fate unwinds it's masterplan.
Through the passing of endless time,
navigating the winds of change,
fueling the inquisitive mind
as blood pumps tirelessly through veins.
The risks taken on this journey,
where mystery meets certainty's shore,
we find our paths by curious light,
as we find what we were searching for.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
in the masterplan of God's creation
the place where ocean touches land
is where we say hello
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC
As I travel down the path of darkness
I see a bunch of wild carcuss
Humans to animals no life left
All out of breath in valley of death
None survives the survival quest
For if you test you will be put to rest
Enemies guised as friends
And friends guised as enemies
Watch yo back because they will attack
The minute they feel you grow weak
And cant speak eyes shut cant blink
Brain cells shut off and cant think
Journey with me look me in my eyes
Youll see the dark shade rise
Over my pupils biblical principle
Souls of the lost weepin' and wailin'
Wishing for peace but all ya hear is yellin'
Ill still be bailin'
Fresh out the mental cell i wont fail
I got the torch i been in the dark since my first start
Sighs of cries i knew when i came on earth it was a lie thats why we cry
Why we live just to die
But now i understand the masterplan
Since the devil got jealous and rebels repent death was sent
To punish all sinful things through disease
Sickness health cant get no wealth
Cuz they coming out into the light
Why ya think its gets hotter and hotter every year every tear i shed for all of my peeps thats ahead see when ya dead you two steps ahead
Of everybody stop chasing the fame and the game
And realize you just a pawn like the same
Pieces of a chess board
Once i open my vocal chord i give honor to the Lord
My destiny is expose em all before they crawl
Out the pits and trapped these leechin demons in a spiritual casket
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
back to the masterplan to the **** grown crop
chop-chop food tinned for the great red heist
the pawn heads duds stringing out the gross termination
growing the bomb pocked sod with ashes
fertile with calcium phosphates
growing history fascist-faced
no space for art love and earning yourself
mal-educate no learning to learn
back to the masterplan no time to explain
just be a sport and don't dare complain
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
think big
no
think bigger
no
even bigger
you’re not getting this
your mind is so small
that it can’t hold my big thoughts
my masterplan
that will make you live forever
you say we all die
that’s just an excuse
to avoid doing any work
and anytime i try to tell you anything
you just cry your little heart out
i didn’t know i raised you
to be such a little *****
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
Money I gets hand over fist
So don't be suspicious
Or my glocks will make ya death dishes
Blowing wishes but no cakes I hate fakes
Still got loot to rakes like leaves
Can you comprhend these
Aesthetic melodies
I got more wisdom than Socrates
I'll sock ya and make ya fall to ya knees
Begin in pleas but won't get no mercy outta me
See I be deadly shooter trigger aim
Ready
Set to the go blow you into another form
Reincarnation only to be incarcerated from.the bars I created
Most try to debate and hate it
But it's been acclimated
As I shine braille full thoughts
Put em in halftimeeeee
Slammin' clips to ya melon
Harder than Oneal
So embrace my rhymes so ya feel
Deep into ya intellect until it starts to sweat
No such thing as poetic justice
Its just us brother serving poems
Like my brothers sitting in the jail cells pain sowed in times pouring
Out their sentence even though they was in innocence
**** the system they can't duck us forever
See the changing weathers
Just means I'm getting clever formin' alliance
Once we strapped together
the world will crumble at our
sight fear of our might
We ain't takin' **** no more
Scared of a war outcries of gore
Feel my pain you punk *******
Hanging in the high hills with riches
Seems like they dont know they story
Of Gog and Magog
Don't know they gone get gassed in fogged like Gulag
My brother and I like ****** and Stalin
They say he was a bad man but just mad cuz he was wildin'
Out with they own money flip their wickedness
Germans showed United States the business
Now the history books is full of lies
But now the **** been revealed no longer disguised open up my eyes
From the shade that blocked me
Try to deaden me.but see
The Lord works myteriously
Masterplan laid perfectly
So it crushed all of my enemies
Once I cast thee
Projection of my mind hit em like nine
The world is mine after nickels and dimes
Sound the flat line........cuz yoo
....It's halftime
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
Caught a glimpse of parliaments sunlight guns bright
With the flash as I sprinkle o dash salt the grass pass
Through the 4 seasons **** I'm still breathing recieving
Higher frequency desires amplifier keep the minds fire
No forte foreplay my words til it's nothing from something
I saw myself in the wombs of pains doom for me to consume
This world ain't nothing but a prison sentence reference
My sentiment to the books of the innocent angel presence
Faced me since I was a baby I was made to save humanity
Christ like imagines me rolling nikes on the bikes fly as a kite
Broke the spiritual rites concave riding the risky wave
I may die a martyr but my moves made to much smarter
War epiphany strikes the minds of the unseen Machiavelli
Ten rules to follow dont swallow the fake pills of the ills
I stay with the reals heart of soldier so I'm made to ****
Inspect ya deck once the mic check Gza gave me the connect
Rolex linked with my techs one of a set I'm down for the jet
****** was the case they gave me cruising down like Eazy
E 63 doing the **** I see the camel's eye in the needle
Birth from a rough Bethlehem theres I lays my jams lion for lambs
Watch out for the flim flams suckas more saltier than clams
Got **** I'm tryna escape the masterplan plantations
Change the stations rolled out the legions demons cleaving
Onto the weak hearts that's where I set my heart to start
Working from the mental state to annihilate the forged hate
I lay it in a crate dominate my fears through conquer of faith
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 10:17 AM UTC
squeak my little mice, squeal my feline friends: the rats are coming.
you really picked the wrong kind of enemy,
one that finds your sense of humour
endearing,
and a sense of humour
that's both endearing,
and easily overturned;
the rat populace said so:
you have no veto,
that sort of privilege is left to the people
with enough political integrity
to not take to jogging
in the morning, as those blonde
chewbacca ****** take to,
outthinking the stability of the dover
cliffs, with some sort of masterplan
of the mexican wall...
how about you blow up the channel
tunnel first?!
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC