"stressin" poems
The Love of God
Is not average love
Definitely not the love of today
Is this why people look in such a way
Which keeps them guessing
Wondering why you’re not stressin’
Over hurts of the past nor yesterday
See, I have experienced His Agape
I’ve learned, every hurt is not a deal breaker
Every wrong deed does not warrant a person being deserted
When was the last time you hurt a friend
Not for the first time, but… again
Sometimes forgiveness and restoration is for the best
Not all hurts should be overly stressed
Have you participated in your fair share of mess…?
I guess, yes
Practice restoration and forgiveness
Because…
Every hurt is not a deal breaker
Every wrong deed does not warrant a person being deserted
Walk in His Agape love
Simply His Love “Unconditional”
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
1968 I remember 1968..
The land of milk and honey.
The war was still cold but not
The Tet. That ***** was hot.
1954 I made my debut. Lotta my boys did too.
** chi Minh amped up his crew.
Can't. We all just get along.
No way LBJ. Young guys all over town stressin the lottery.
The randomness of body bag.
Friday hip deep in rice paddy.
Monday a letter to your moms.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC
I wonder what you think about when you lay down next to me... When I sleep, do you sleep, or internally question me?
How quick do you jump when Im up and you see the phone was right next to me? You scroll and search, hope to find dirt, and continue second guessing me...
Sweatin me, when you taking certain things out of context, stressin me, when I tell you how Im tryna be honest, selling me, tellin me how you respecting my process, only to continue to do the same thing again and again like you obsessed...
Its not a sport, nor is it fun, when it feels like there's a gun, behind my back and at my head, wishing what we had was dead...
But you still not using words to talk to me or ask me first, to let me know what thoughts still linger, what doubts you have or your distrust...
You tell me all is fine; that you have nothing to say, then we go to bed at the end of the day
But still, I wonder what you think about when you lay down next to me...
@desire.is.dope
20190428
1249HRS
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
This sinking feeling sets,
It feels just like a hole inside your chest.
I know you're thinking,
No, no, no, no, it is easier said than done,
But please let me attest.
I know it's hard.
You're feeling like you're trapped,
But that's how you react,
When you cannot see the light.
But try and see the light.
I'm tellin' you,
No, no, no, no,
You're the only one
Standing in your way,
Just take a breath, relax, and tell me…
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Why do we insist,
On crossing bridges that do not exist?
Let's take these issues
Step by step by step, to work it out,
Day by day by day we're falling down,
But life goes on.
I've got some questions,
Are you sick of feelin' sorry?
Uh huh,
And people sayin' not to worry?
Uh huh,
Sick of hearing this hakuna matata motto,
From people who won the lotto,
We're not that lucky.
Have you noticed that you're breathing?
Uh huh,
Look around and count your blessings,
Uh huh,
So when you're sick of all this stressin' and guessin' I'm suggestin' you turn this up and let them hear you sing it.
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Chin up, quit actin' like you're half dead.
Tears can only half fill how you’re feelin'.
Don't worry, be happy baby.
Stand up, life is too **** short,
That clock is ticking.
Man up, if ya feel me,
Everybody sing it.
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping
I'm not buying what they're selling
So if worry's never helping tell me
Why,
Why?
Worry at all?
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive /
this **** is impressive / Got ghosts in my mind, but I’ll be addressin’ / This **** in my head that’s got me depressed / Workin’ my hardest, trying my best / tryna escape, can't get out of bed / Word on the street is I’m losing my head / Fight me, I dare you / C’mon go ahead / I’ve been sittin on diamonds under my bed / Stole a whole paycheck and left that boy dead
Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Depressive Depressive / Manic Depressive,
this **** is impressive / Tryna escape, can’t get out of bed / Listen to these voices inside my head: Blood and it’s spilling out of my veins / Onto the bed sheets / Leaving red stains / Can’t help but wonder / If maybe this pain / Will just go away if I bleed down the drain
Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Depressive Depressive /
Ah, **** I just missed my train.
Whatever, I’ll come back and ride it again
Manic, Depressive /
A little obsessive / Standing on rooftops wearing my messes / Know I could jump / Know that it’s reckless / Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Depressive Depressive Depressive Depressive / Took all my pills, Why am I stressin? / Can’t even look at my ******* reflection / Had all my meds / Why’m I still crying? / Doesn’t the world see that I’m dying? / Can’t help but feeling, there’s no denying / Hate that I’m worthless / Hate that I’m crying / I prolly need help but I’d rather be flying /
/ I prolly need help but I’d rather be flying /
Manic Depressive / I’m on top of the world / Just earlier today, I met this cute girl / And maybe she loves me, maybe she don’t / I want her to know that --- love her? I won’t / Manic Depressive / I’m crying I hate it / I saw the sunrise but I’m really debating / What I will say in my last moments / Goodbye to God and Hello to Satan /
Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Manic, Manic- It’s come down to this / Why I’ve been waiting, / It’s come down to this / Why I’ve been waiting / right now it’s Game Day / No hesitating
/ I prolly need help but I’d rather be flying /
Here comes the train, no more delaying / shaking the rails / standing between / Heaven and Hell / and then someone yelled -
Fell out of the way / at the sound of the horn / surrounded by dust, coughing a storm /
Look back at the tracks, see only fear / I’m a ******* coward / Can’t believe I’m still here
Manic Depressive / Depressive / Depressive: Now I’m just sinking / Back into bed / Can’t shut off these voices inside my head / I’m shaking, I’m screaming: Why Aren’t I Dead?
Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Manic, Depressive / Now I’m regressing: / Found some guy, says that I’m cute / Don’t want what he’s got but I guess this will do / He looks at me like / Maybe I’ve got a clue / But really I don’t and I know it won’t last / I’m just reliving my painful past / I’m hoping he’ll take me somewhere away - away from my body, away from my brain / but all that he does is add to my pain / he calls me his Kitten / Says I’m so great / I’m wondering if maybe I made a mistake
Manic, Depressive / Massive attack / I’ve gotten to this place / Where I’ve come detached / Nothing makes sense / nothing is fact / I’m half locked away / Just shut the latch
/ Manic, Depressive / This **** is Impressive / Manic, Depressive / Just shut the latch
Manic, Depressive / I can’t even speak / Manic, Depressive / but I know I’m not weak
I prolly need help but I’d rather be flying
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
The other night, I swore I gazed into the past. I saw a kid who was selfish. Not caring, never stressin. Never knowin I saw a teen, who didn't fit. Didn't make the cut, who never made anything grass hopper complex? Then I saw a man, whose hurt.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
2 Pac:
"...and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin' on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete.."
As a yougin' all I had was a dream
Rappin' to myself as my mama used to scream
Papa getting violent and he beatin' her again
They just feeling stressed cause they tryna pay the rent
Papa, you a G though you did wrong
Mama, you an angel cause you stayed strong
Papa, it's alright, we have weak moments
Mama, you a soldier cause you keep holdin'
Uh
But some days, we ain't have ****
And some nights, I was askin'
"Why we so poor, but my friends not?"
Just jealous of what my friends got
Uh
I was hungry and you fed me love
**** you gave me yours, it wasn't enough
Yet, I took it all and without a praise
You made it feel like home and without a place
Workin' like slaves, and I'm so sorry
Ungrateful for the things you done did for me
Comin' home from school, disrespecting
Acting like I ain't have blessings
Dear, Mama the council won't get you
If you try to go, I won't let you
A careless *** kid, but I'm tryna change it
I just need to tell you I appreciate it
2Pac:
"...and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin' on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little.. you know, to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete.."
As a youngin' all I had was a dream
You was my brother, my hero, my team
I was down for you, all you did was sell
I was growin' up while you was in and out of jail
Waitin' at the court room, all of us silent
You was never home, you was always so violent
How you think I felt when I visited the prison
Of where my brother at while my partner gone missin'
I was gone dissin', but I was just hurt
From all those nights, those fights, those words
**** we used to argue all the time, I hated you
And witnessing your drug dealin' and I hated, too
It was my birthday and then some next ****
All them times, you just got your *** arrested
Family stressin', I'm surprised you ain't dead
From a life of a crime, and that war with the FEDS
Have you thought 'bout what you put me through? HUH?
And all the things I had to do for you
Like deal with the people who spoke your name
Like this ***** who disrespected you, I broke her frame
But it's okay, I'm your baby sis
And some day I just may be rich
And I got you, I ain't gotta say it
I just wanted you to tell me you appreciate it
2Pac:
"...and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin' on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little.. you know, to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete.."
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
Planet earth
Was my place of birth
I need worth?
Money fortune and fame
Man i couldnt picture this
Without makin' a name
I wanted to be the black Picasso
With the picture perfect flow
So ya know
The microphone fiend
Aint went no where
And All my spectators n haters
Had to stop n stare
Listenin' to the bass thumpin'
Music n mic is so loud
Movin' the crowd
With my aesthetic poetry
Ricochetin' minds with my lyrical
Content
Once the trigger hits the bars get
More ruthless
Strikin' furious
makin' emcees toothless
Leave em with a strong lisp
Check the total Eclipse
Its temporary darkness mark this
Day and age im the new jack
So im turnin' the page
Backward bringin' real hip hop back
Yo! ,im finna cut deep as a lumberjack
And yea im black
So get ready to attack
Butll be back
For more ******** delivery
NONE could shake thee
Original master of the craft
Send the army n still they couldnt penetrate me
The black rambo of the industry
I had to take and make
My own moves show to you n prove
To ya that im the best at this
Two decades later n hip hops gone
But now im resurrected
The flow is re-connected
Back to nineteen eighty six
Now watch me rough up the mix
Dont look any further this is a stick up
Or hold up just fold up
Cuz ya at a dead end
Dont pretend that you couldn't bend
Your way out of a jam session
Go to the **** for a quick blessin' ya stressin'
Got ya nerves shook from my verbs
Ya mind couldnt take it
So death couldnt fake it
now i know as hit up ya funeral
Payin' my dues to the fallen ones
That tried to intervene between
The jewelry the cars and my life
complex scene
Enticin' green
Cuz of the way i drop them fools
Turnin' mule
On the mic
Cuz im paid in fullllllllllllllll!!!!!
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Seven days straight, the sun rolls up,always from the same
side of town and just the same way it gives up and lays down
The same buses run on the same old routes.
No letup.
So dream a dream.
Next day,instant replay.
Know what ? I know the drill
Sunday.is like Halloween, Rubber faces and trick or treat with Reverend Ike.
Fire and brimstone. Please turn down ya cell phones.Pass the plate.
payola to heaven's gate.
Monday.Back on the grind, Blood,sweat and tears.
Grinding mental gears.Pop the clutch,Earn so little
Pay so much.
Tuesday.? just locked in. The Lotto is calling, cant win if ya dont play.
Teasin me bout easy street. Gimme my lump sum Then watch me fly.
Keep missin me with that later, greater noise.
Keep it real son.
Wednesday. Looking of into the sunset now.All ****** up
getting up for the down-stroke.Sweat of my brow. Feel me NOW ?
Take a deep breath blow out slow. If you dont tell it then the devil wont know.
Thursday. Gettin closer to shore,Go for your backstroke cause yer starting to
fade. In through the mouth and out through the nose focus your gaze on the
circling crows? Crows ?
Friday. Ah snap yer ends came up short. Tax man just waxin yer ***
Ghoulish?. Foolish. Some ends might not meet.
Sat-Day. Not so fat day. Pullin pocket lint by 6.PM.Chump changin.
is changin your mind. Gettin glimpses of stressin the old bump and grind On Moanday. ****
expletive deleted.
Stun-day. Hungday?
Rake your sh%@t in a pile day ?
No Doubt Assed out.
Hello... Monday.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
Allow me to return to the written page
A very close friend, Bluestar is her name,
Today we aim to address a simple question,
Why am I single? And always stressin?
Allow me please to sip on this hot tea
As we shed some light as to why you're alone in your bed tonight
So if it doesn't apply then go ahead and let it fly
First off do you think it's cute bragging about being crazy
I'll cut your meat of if you cheat and we're supposed to look at you with eyes that are glazing?
Do you really think men like it when you threaten to end their manhood?
You don't see us going around, saying we'll ruin your life
And why do you always gotta ask me who I'm texting?
I mean usually its my mom, not a crazy ex you think I sext with
Seriously jealousy and insecurity are what messes you up
And can you please stop fishing for compliments when you aren't feeling to *****
I get it, we all need a good boost now and then
But asking me a question you don't want the real answer to isn't going to help girlfriend
Oh and before I forget communication is key
If I ask you what's wrong and you say nothing, and I move on from the issue don't blame me
I'm not professor Xavier, I cannot read minds
I cannot deal with this b.s for much longer
I need you to realize your insecurities aren't real,
Your **** looks fine in those jeans, and your hair isn't messed up,
But the more and more you ask me that the more and more I doubt that fact
You really ought to listen to me now,
Guys like me don't like to see you angry,
And the more you question me the angrier you'll get
And that's entirely your fault
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
he loves me
he loves me not
He loves me not
Never in a million years did i imagine this,
sensation of lonely haunts me.
consumes me
becomes the true identity of what it means to be me.
Alone.
Forever more.
No love to give,
No love to share,
No Love, that's it.
Nevermore
she loves me
she loves me not
She loves me not
you just haven't met the one,
oh you're young,
there's plenty of time,
stop stressin ***
but that's not the point.
Used so much my soul screams for protection,
had people walk out,
judge me for my choices,
Like they were my choice
She loves me
He loves me not
*They love me not
sinking ship.
iceberg ahead.
I'm going under.
Ready to give up instead.
My walls are up,
Don't need to take cover.
Put the gun away.
Spare me of this final blow.
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 3:45 AM UTC
Listen to this spoken word piece here -->
http://soundcloud.com/m_c_vegh/watching-the-time
They say that the present is only clear through rear views,
so watch who steers you and be cautious of whats near you.
Keep the road on your eyes if you are going to drive
most strive to survive -some catch curbs and nose dive.
And their story has no scribe no medicine to prescribe
no assets to divide there's no fence and no sides.
When things start to slip and you try to tighten your grip
it leaves us all clenching a fist -a weapon attached at the wrist.
But don't fight the present.
I've taken my lessons from clocks
their ticks and their tocks have taught
not to forget but some things are best left forgot.
Manage your times with intention,
go at it with apprehension
avoiding epochs of detention and not to mention
The stress of pressure cannot be measured
and never is pleasured
even when it ends in success the stress is just less
and lets face it; the work is never the best.
Never the less the lesson on stressin is things take time,
days, months, and years will all pass through in moments
be okay with no chance to hold it
and just relax, you can't take it back.
But feel blissful about it
time keeps going don't doubt it
the futures been scouted out
now we just gotta decide the route.
And you are decision makers
your parents, your friends and neighbours,
the old folks and the teenagers,
the spenders and money savers.
We all come in different flavours
all in need of different favours
each of us could be anothers saviour.
But instead our behaviour: leaves us in wanting
the way that were cold is daunting
and in a cold world those ticking hands can seem haunting.
So I hope this rhyme on time
helps to remind your minds
we all walk the line with time
though its silent like pantomime.
So understand time is a factor of plans
and we all have to meet its demands
because, still: it will never stand.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
uh my clan be ***** as the Taliban
with illegal contraband
got more heat than desert stand
one man stand on the mic
i rock im as hard as a ****
in between a ***** legs
gettin' ready to knock
ya out with flows i expose
the industry closed
once yosef pours
out the blessin got me foes guessin no stressin
**** and henney sessions
new lessons
daily sip irish creme baily
they cant play me but pay me
listen to styles p or bump biggie
or maybe 2 p a c
host aks at birthdays
im al caponin' it runnin' ****
like diarrhea
yall just need ta
sit the **** back while i count benjamins stacks
which be
in bundle king of the hip hop jungle
and im
going to **** puffie diddy
He soft as a nestle cookie
Make mysteries
no rookies
cant play with me in this deadly game
lite a match for the flame
burn the fame
infamous is how i keep it man
hol up
I see the hate excite of the critics
Gimmicks leave with they headsplitted
And backs more open than parachute
From the guns that shoot 21 salute
Dont ya know im soldier
I keep glocks hot as folgers
In ya cup i interrupt the scene
Once i puff red hair greens
Ya drivin a limousine
N ill throw grenade in ya sunroof
And watch it land inbetween
Ya legs
So ya can blow ya own head
Get it naw forget
All i see is yellow tapes chalks
And you being admitted
To the hospital in critical
Condition no intermission
All ya memory left is ya see is my face
Im like the son of man
Leavin competition running
Marathons cuz im the biggest don
They call me the Holy one
Cuz of the way my guns
Put holes in one
The rawest spit flawless
Talk **** we'll leave ya jawless
Throw ya remains in the death valley
With the rest of the restless carcass
Facing eternal darkness what???
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
i will let the rain,
drop down & ease my pain,
dampen out my fear,
& wash away my stains.
let it bring the calm,
clean the sweat from off my palms,
blend into my tears,
& bring the rise of dawn.
let it cool the things i'm stressin,
drown out all of my depression,
i will let the rain,
be the answer to my questions.
so when i'm low & dry,
& i feel i want to cry,
i'll see the clouds roll in,
& smile at the sky.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
these days, society aint nice.. so i can probably steal rhymes from your mind and sell it back to you for half price.. i might even do it twice.. they should stop rolling that dice.. stop treating us like mice.. writing became an escape, a vice.. trying to make people not take their advice.. cause mine's more precise.. this world has been overturned by ignorant thinking and ****** up lies.. they've charged us with having too much screams and cries.. making our world their daily heist.. learning how to pick up a knife and splice.. does the sight of me keep you guessin? or do you understand the stressin? the aggression.. are you waiting for a confession? or do you see why i have this depression? this free expression.. my consciousness cant fathom this recession.. wont understand why people look down on my profession.. i write.. cause i choose not to fist fight.. and even if i teach people how to survive, i also teach them how to get as high as a kite.. so they'd understand that life isnt just about fighting the blight.. we must emerge from this back night.. stronger than we were, armed to the teeth with pure light.. my imagination soars up in te heights to meet the maker's knight.. asking him about how i can help to stop people taking their flights and look inside themselves to find the true meaning of their life.. this is where i found the schools i need to educate me on how to end pain and strife.. this is where i found myself shattered and torn like getting cut by sharp glass of a knife.. this is where i found out that i wasnt ready to have her for a wife.. i needed so much to learn.. to step into the fire but walk out without any burn.. i stop myself and ask myself what i really yearn.. i yearn for truths.. but are these truths enough to make me move forward? these pains push me toward doing something good.. but my principles are never understood.. cause nowadays it's just all about should, would, or could.. sometimes i would plead, cry, and beg for change to remain the same.. unpredictable, imaginative, and never on the same page.. i no longer want to be locked up in a cage.. nor to be ridicules on stage.. and i no longer want to be controlled by this rage.. i want to be me.. able to create and learn anything just by being free.. able to sing songs and write poems with humility.. and all we have to do to achieve this is to just be..
pauldeeeee
17may2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:28 PM UTC
All Ido is contemplate evaporate the hate that shades over my gloomy mind that rains over and kinda say, Hate to love and love to hate.
Live passed not knowing the future wait, holding breath color changing face, Sick and tired, admire by those who shape me into a different place.
im higher than the heavens gates, still feelin fire that burns in to agrresive state, passive and passin the judgment process into the ballin fist state.
Stop messin and stressin im confessin im not in the bestest shape, dont remind me.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
It's not enough to complain
It's not enough to feel shame
It's not enough to give up after
U fail. It's not enough to go blame
The neighborhood u grew in
Or the ppl u were around
No excuse is enough to justify
So u can just deny knowing how
To succeed and exceed what u
perceive in your dreams
It's not enough to just proceed if u
bleed for what u believe by all means
It's not enough to try, give up and Cry
while u surrender and accept this
Cuz hardheaded and stubborn
when positive, is called relentless
So address this where your address is
and if u find no way
There's a huge world out there,
so learn while u search and maybe one day
Ill see u on the other side
Where no one ******* or complains
Where no one is slowed by
Failure or fear cuz they're driven by pain
Where u don't even need a brain
Just passion and will
Cause if your still ****** breathing
Than be believing u have a chance still
And I write this not only to ****
The doubt that poisons ur mind
But while stressin im confessin
Ill admit this is to **** mine
Cuz we all get weak at times
Where we actually consider
birthing a child of regret while bitter
And becoming its full time babysitter
Conceived with life thatll ***** you
Without any protection
And even those who oppose abortion
Would see this as the exception
Just make sure u never let them
C- section your heart
Keep fighting back, cuz keeping Faith
when life falls apart is nothing short of an art
It can be beautiful but dark
It can be abstract and expensive
And remember stubborn and hard headed
when positive is called relentless
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
my heads aching, because my minds racing , holes in ma socks because of the floor that am pacing worried about these Demonds I’m soon to be facing
up at night in a cold sweat , heads a mess ****** up mindset , clenching my fists whilst gripping that tight chest and i feel like it’s hard to grasp a ****** breath
how have I let
it get so bad was it because of how I acted , always naughty for mum and dad , horrible to my mrs and kids treating em bad, or was it because I was failed by the care system as a young lad ? is that why i feel like I’m going crazy , insane or mad uncontrollable thinking flash backs in ma brain making me sad , thoughts racing, changing fast just please go away , how long will they last I will never forget but I hope that they pass
I no I got to open up but I feel hopeless , I feel uncomfortably soulless , probably not 2 hard to notice , I no I need to be strong and get focused but right now I’m at my lowest point in my life literally feel like giving up this fight but I need to do what’s right I made this step forward so I hope everyone was telling the truth I hope that they are-right , saying we will all help you be there for you , telling me it’ll be alright
Kuz av bin like
awake with no food for more than 10 days in a row trying to escape my mind but I have no where to go , there used to be days when I felt amazing have a vibrant glow but snap straight back , to vexin , supper stressin , this is real life no messing struggling finding it hard to cope , hopelessly falling back down depressions slope
for my family , friends and loved ones I no it’s got to be hard the things iv done the things iv said , they never leave my head and it pains me so much feeling mentally scarred, so many times iv tried to change but I feel to weak to do it alone
so today I’m ganna try open up , I feel scared and it feels hard , but I’m begging for help to start focusing good , a new chapter in my life am closing the last ****** one up , a better partner a better dad a better all round happier man
the end seems so far but I hope there is light , amma hold onto that to get me thu this fight , I just don’t feel as tho I can do it without help , I feel mentally drained, emotionally strained help me please get these demons out , and get them tamed .
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
All these sucka MCs I can't afford'em
You know I just let the Lord go an sort'em
I got y'all contortin' and consortin'
With the Devil to give me Hell
You can't tell that my sword fell
The fallen angel down there he dwell
Got it from Michael, the last half is Kyle
That's Hebrew for victorious
For Him I am fervorous 'n'
Mother Fuckin' Furious
The world's situation is serious
Y'all straight out of it delirious
Overtaken in sin
You're way too curious
Where the hell do I begin
To let you know how to win
Against the Ego, deal the blow
Of submission, help you win
That is my mission, this is a confession
Let's start this session
Begin the lesson
Don't be stressin', soon you'll be bestin'
And bullet-proof vestin' through the wild west son
No need for the Smith n Wesson got a killer kush gun
You put on the Raiment of truth that protects one's
Youth; That's innocence,
Make sense?
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
Where do you find peace when your whole world is entrapped with pain
Every day feeling some new count of pain,
Where do you find the blessing when in your family there is so much Stressin,Hatred and Pain. Who do I blame ?
Me.
Where do you find the honor when you feel as if your living a Lie when you cant stop the ocean overflowing in your eyes .
Where do you find yourself to be grateful when Life seems to take the very last of me and can destroy it,Livin my Life,Within the week. Where do you find Joy when depression has made a permanent hole in your soul When you feel as if Life seems like an perpetual journey of agony
Where do you find Hope when everything you've ever known is collasping and you can't help
I sit and weep Trying to keep the darkness out of me
Although it reaches to get out
I want to hold on!
but how ..
So i take a puff and breathe in deep
just for a little while I feel a Good Weak
But then it goes away and so I say Where do I find
Myself?
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 4:49 AM UTC
i look at things from the wrong perspective
like **** look at all the time i’ve wasted
i always forget how young i really am
so i study my past like it's an exam...
but **** it. let’s just erase it.
i'm forcing myself to stare straight forward,
look to the future and embrace it.
i’m always stressin' about who i wanna be
i know i have potential
there’s a lot more to see from me
like yeah, knowing is half the battle
but doing is more than i can fathom
i’ve got friends and family saying
“do you, dani, go get ‘em…”
which is why I started school at LSU
only to find a group of fake friends
and career paths with a dead ends
and I sit here and wonder
when will I become exactly what God intends?
all my life, I’ve been waiting on the day
where I have the confidence to say
exactly what’s on my mind - heart and soul combined
and do my part for mankind
but for now, i will be patient
look to the future and embrace it.
May 29, 2010
May 29, 2010 at 8:37 PM UTC
There's this matter that i want to discuss. It seems like being a young mother is cool these days but marriage still isn't completely legal for gays. What makes it right, that a 16 year old should be waking up to a crying baby at night...They're babies themselves. Something with that just isn't right. Dont get me wrong, abortion is wrong and we should abort the ability of abortion. but Why are 14 15 16 year olds even having *** Should we blame the parents, should we blame society, should we blame the schools who dont give us enough education on *** and all of the bad side affects? I mean, my mother was a young mother herself and with me being the 3rd child, she had to do it all by herself. The struggles of being a mother and her oldest being a daughter her perception of life had to alter. 21 years later and my mother and sister are both considered my mother... Its a topic that doesn't get stressed but none of us would be here, if we practice safe *** Condoms are the protection of our loves affection but most people don't get the expression. Parental discretion, while she's pushing a stroller she never learned the lesson, so her friends are going out every night while she's at home stressin. So she cries to her mother while the baby cries to his mother... hmmm the irony. Im not trying to preach... just trying to teach. So take the time to listen to me speak. 10 minutes of pleasure and 9 months of pain.. 16 and pregnant, what does that show have to gain. To let young people have babies for fame. Its such a shame. So protect yourself, educate yourself, respect yourself, and don't become a statistic to the worlds misfits.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Pretty flowers...
They bloom when disasters take place in a matter of hours,
Do you run and hide when the **** hits the fan,
Or do you fall to mind control wearing pair of vans,
Kick back with a can of Miller watching your lady nag your face off,
Was this the life you were planning ahead for in the future when
Everything was so simple and now you got flaws,
Ah ah not me ! My future is solidified like the back of my two front teeth,
Talk is cheap , I don't really care about your criticism , don't bother me,
I'm still on my feet, I'm not six feet deep yet so thats a plus especially,
I'll do what's right for me, I'll find a new resistance out of life though
These trees,
There's nothing to say, who cares if I get too personal any other day,
You're all in the way, I have no place here in this dump , I don't wanna
Stay,
The sweat on my face , brings so much Shame in this existence , I can't even fly
Away,
To the place I belong , I wanna go home.
/
They say get a grip on life son and I'm already two steps ahead,
About to turn into the big two-o this year , glad I'm not dead,
Lead the strong into new beginnings where the promise will be as
Promised as tomorrow,
Lived your whole life being scrutinized in societies eyes bring so
Much sorrow,
Hi I'm a citizen,
That's wonders where we'll all be in ten years,
Do we get more than a mention?
Lying to you on the news , looking at a bunch of words like it's scripted,
Yeah the devils clever too , fighting this off like a muse,
They'll erase you like you never existed,
I was never the type to be weak,
I've been mostly living around women,
It's okay cause I stayed on my feet,
Now I'm more of a man than many men.
/
Feel The agonizing pain of being in the midst of
aggravation,
I was always someone that would go right to the hatred,
When it came down to it , no one would bust a grape and,
when it came down to it i was always yours and,
No folding of the hands while praying to a God That would
be busy anyway.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
It's not enough to complain
It's not enough to feel shame
It's not enough to give up after
U fail. It's not enough to go blame
The neighborhood u grew in
Or the ppl u were around
No excuse is enough to justify
So u can just deny knowing how
so if you need to work
3 jobs, while u scratch and claw
your way to whatever dream thay lay
awaiting you to sink teeth and lock ur jaw
break your enemy and the law
create a strength with ur flaw
like having deadly aids and using it
to **** ur enemy by sleeping with his wife or dog
whatever it takes do the job
be stubborn and never listen
to the dreamkilling dream-penis blockers
who want u to fail so u can be kissin
the same *** they kiss, dont miss ur chance
dont over think
take what u want like bill cosby does after
making a woman a drink
cuz To succeed and exceed what u perceive
in your dreams, and become
a man than if u have to bleed for what u believe
then by all means cuz success ends
when your sacrifices do, so dont give up and
Cry while u surrender if not, pains expected
be hardheaded and stubborn cause its a positive,
thing in this case but differently name as relentless
So address this where your address is
and if u find no way theres a huge world
out there, so keep learning and maybe one day
Ill see u on the other side
Where no one ******* or complains
Where no one is slowed by
Failure or fear cuz they're all driven by pain
Where u don't even need a brain
Just passion and will
Cause if your still ****** breathing
Than be believing u have a chance still
And I write this not only to ****
The doubt that poisons ur mind
But while stressin im confessin
Ill admit this is also to **** mine
Cuz we all get weak at times
Where we actually consider
birthing a child of regret while bitter
And become its new mom, no babysitter
Conceived with life who will *** u
Without any protection
And even those who oppose abortion
Would see this as the exception
Just make sure u never let them
C- section out your heart
Keep fighting back, cuz kept Faith when life falls apart
is nothing short of an art
It can be beautiful but dark
It can abstract and expensive
And remember stubborn and hard headed when positive
is called relentless
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC