Another ******* knocked
Up a girl now holding a pre-****
And he'll run before 9 months
Is up don't need mrs Cleo to predict

And what's to become of
A single mother who's lonely
Victim of repeated history of many
When an I love u is phony

And wuts worse is she
Rather dead beat dad think shed abort
Before pride would allow her to
Find him for child support

So she works 2 jobs
And is stressed in the worst way
Seeing her child sad and empty
From a fatherless birthday

And when she's in school
Grade 1 her teacher asks
Why she's not making a fathers
Day present during arts and crafts

As many schools do in there class
So holidays always was
A let down as her mother says not
To get her hopes up but still she does

Only to be crushed
When Christmas calls
Even though she made clear
She wanted her father to Santa Claus

In both a letter and at the mall
Maybe she's on the naughty list
Now she starts to feel both her
Dad and Santa just don't exist

And all this time moms gotta
Watch her child in pain
While at the same time jealous
That for her child she always remained

And her father did not so
Y is he so important to this
Child she struggled to raise
Then feels guilty at how foolish

It is to be jealous of a man
Who's wanted but didn't want them
But sadly the child isn't the only
One hoping he returns cause when

Dead beat dad beat being a dad
Not just the child was left
But also a woman in love who's
Heartbroken and equally upset

But the child's obsessed
Making it hard to accept for mom
Who's bitter as tension Builds
as her child's now a teen and less calm

And takes her anger out on mom
While stuck in confusion
Pernicious from lack of a father
Figure adding to the pollution

Which may end concluding
With her herself as a single mom
As another high school drop out
Getting pregnant b4 prom

And when she breaks the news
It's déjà vu for a single mom
Now having to see her child
Be a single mom

But two single mom don't make
A single mom cause they
Won't be single long if that single
Bond grows to mentor protege

And soon the child will say
To her mom and new grandmother
A sincere thank u as What her mom
went through she now discovered

What was covered so well
Cause being a single moms hell
So she apologizes to her mom
As she could never tell

The emotional struggles of
abandonment and Heartache
But still have financial stability
And find time to partake

In school dances and plays
Clothes to wear and food to eat
Exhausted from 2 jobs and no
Support by a loving man to rub her feet

And finally after 18 years of
her high hopes that life would make
Her father come back on her birthday or
Christmas Start to fade

So with her high hopes fading
her lifes void dad left starts filling in
of course thats when chills go up moms
spine instinctively As the phone rings.....

I try to soul search
And see everybody's view
I respect all opinions even
When mine is not cause u

Must always believe we are
Free to believe what we wish
Gay marriage, abortion,
Religion cause tolerance is a gift

We should give one another
As respect must be mutual
One mans garbage is another's
Treasure, what's ugly is beautiful

If that's what is suitable
From various perceptions made
There's more to life than gettin laid
More to life than gettin paid

More than wut we barter and trade
It's nostalgia in memories
It's healing from pain that's not
Physical or has no remedies

It's appreciating amenities
And finding peace from stress
In the sacrifices we make, when it's
Hard but we know it's best

The time of ur unknown death
The bond with a friend
In losing a love heartbroken
Only to see love manifest again

Cause what truly matters
Can go invisible sometimes
It's not the money or possessions
But how u got them but blind

Are we to that fact
Even though it's fundamentals
So many luxurys aquired no
Wonder u struggle for dental

Health care and wuts essential
Spending outside our means
So I keep my wisdom from adulthood
Heart from childhood and from teens

I'd take my confidence and dreams
And my passion but not
The Insecurity the anger or
The confusion it brought

And I hope soon we will stop
Selling things that have no price
Our ethics, our bodys, our
***** souls and our life

And all of this I write
Not just for u but for me
Cause jealousy anger and lust
Blinds me from all knowledge these

Words have within them
As I'm only a human, a man
Who knows life is wut happens
When ur busy makin plans

But wuts out of my hands
I gotta learn to let go
Sometimes I sulk and feel
Sorry for myself preventing growth

So *** social status and gross
Net pay and wut is my residual
As long as I follow my heart and
Dreams and be an individual

A happiness that's equivocal
And all life's pain is worth it
As its y I appreciate my blessings
And understand that nothing's perfect

So whether u see life as a circus
Or a place for spiritual growth
Learn from criticism, mistakes
And the advice from both

Ur family, ur friends, ur
School faith and ur love
We all fit in this world somewhere
Even when like oj's glove

It doesn't seem to fit but
Sooner or later well find our place
But life can be heaven or it can
Be hell so keep dreams to chase

Keep value on wuts fake
Rather than pricing what isn't
And not just drugs but almost
EVERYTHNG has a level of addiction

Know moderation and restriction
Welcome contradiction cause
Things u hate so great, anticipate
U may end to love

So forget wut was and
Focus on wut can still be
So remember to Seize the day,
believe in fate and wuts meant to be

knockknock
whos there?
doorsalesman
doorsalesman who?
doorsalesman in a paradox.
we're all in a paradox, you benign ***.
howr we all in a paradox?
because we're alive, now get out of my doorway before i **** you.
how is it a paradox to be alive?
do you have a family, mister?
no
ok
what does that mean?
get the *** out of here
but
(bang).....(riiiing...riiiing)
"hello"
"hey, joey?..i need a favor man.."
"wuts up?"
"i uuhhh...i uhh.. i need something from you.. a favor"
"wut the *** is it?"
"...hhh..i uhh..i need you to help me get rid of a body"
"........who?"
"doorsalesman"
"doorsalesman who?"
"dude...dont even start. just commere and help me out"
"ok...gimme a minute..im reading a book about paradoxes"
"no ****..ha!"
"yeah. i never really thought of it but its technically a paradox to be alive"
"yeah, i kn
"cuz, i mean, you need something alive to make something living. and where did life begi
"HOLYSHIT! JUST FUKKING COME OVER! NOW!!!"
(CLICK)

all those Bad people? those ******* who arent even civil enough to take a life?
those monsters:
who capture the lives and take from them. take eyes and fat and wombs. wutever they take. they kno. from things that kno its very very bad. well they dont really understand, i Guess.
those dont feel wut theyre doing anyway. and they make profit to keep their homes clean and large but i doubt any strength is involved with their families living in such nice homes. putting on daddys makeup from the stupid monkeys and whales and complaining in adolescence but full of makeup probably later on. because we have to forgive. and the stupid monkeys have no idea. wut the whale is feeling. because neither of them kno, but they feel it.
and wen things are bad...those PEOPLE, those people who do the worst and are covered by law while the dying worlds got their baks, wen things get reeeeal bad...for those really Fukd up pieces of **** in sharkskin suits? wen that happens like that to them, they **** their sharkskin pants. because they all believe in god against their better judgment wen their in a tigers mouth or sinking from a ship or being ***** and their face smashed by animal hands. so i guess they feel wuts populating their lives and then their souls too. i guess i havent really told you wut this makes me feel. and i dont kno wut to think. no one does. and i havent done anything.

It's getting darker,
malice, resentment,
jealousy,
a fruit salad Of youth misfits
from hacker
to packer,
smuggler to rapper,
but what happen was after
Was The economy became a *******

with no fathers to guide it,
cause they already tried this
Now our kids like us could lose an earlier retirement

And I'm tired of it
causing a chain of half *** generation backlash,
so more get thier back thrashed
by their own family while a fat cat

Brings bad luck like a black cat
Filthy rich while some live out of a backpack
And this is me claiming my
two cents so u can tell
The government to tax that

Cuz they Always got us to laugh at
while they get their back scratched
But he gets a happy ending so it's
not just his back scratched

No wonder hes chaffing
and'll probably be chasing penicillin
Cuz itchy And scratchy has nothing to do with cartoons to this vilan

Now the employees the boss
And the boss like ur salads tossed
But we all have to bare a cross
Now my Stomachs all in knots

Cuz Everything's, rush rush
Kiss *** kiss *** blush blush
U wanna move on  up up?
Then find a **** And **** ****

While cancers at us like duck duck
And the goose is getting more then a goose egg
when their goose is cooked

and mother goose told us about 3 political parties not just one
she said
"Three blind mice see how they run"

So while George tells the idiot a story
about the rabbits
The greedy let money make them a savage
while We die slowly from our habits,

Why do we have it,
And To call us mankind is silly
Cuz what mans kind these days really? The one thinking with his wily

to free *****, feelin up a  womans manipulations and call it biology
By staying abreast psychologically
Which is a sociopaths  ideology

now im off of my own topic
Like i provided it just to rob it
Like I went to my bank and boosted the same cash I jus deposited

No wonder Im rich with annoyance
i must have won a lottery
thats how all these things bother me
my community missing comradery

Instead we steal with robbery
slaughterin wuts left of the economy
Like ur ****** coming back again
only this time for ******

Cuz things arnt the way dey outta be. Everything's about novelty
When we need less walk in clinics for addictions, and bad doctoring

Until narcotics flood the street
Someone tell those officering
dealers r those with Scripts 4 oxys
But nice that they're offering

Wut happen to philosophy
Where are all the neo saucrates?
Shooting for monopoly but that cant save u being a ******* obviously  

oh this horror is such comedy
Lately I think i need a lobotomy
good and evil battle within me opposed Im like a walking dichotomy

Now procreations odd to me
flawed To be a double standard like belief of having no right To play god and take life yet its ok to us to play god and make life

It's contradiction is guess
depends on position I guess
2balls to help my two cents express
so this is a requisition I guess

Far from living true freedom but its
Been gone so long who needs em
People say u cant find a trusting person these days..so Y dont u B one

But no, we always need some
Reward or valid reason,
When we already got the biggest...
sharing a home in all seasons

But lately were greatly
crazy, Like oh baby
maybe lately, we fried Our brains chasin the American Dream unsafely

No wonder I sadly dislike myself
And everyone else lately
this is how the world has made me
So u can love me or hate me

But from now, I refuse to allow
Another power to make or break me
I won't follow rules or lemming like fools, I will no longer live safely

Or by a risk management thought
Cause one day well all finally stop
And See that the only real thing
Given to us is each other and not

Valuing it Is like our words and being and heard, Feeling emotion to cry
But still were sick enuf to look in a lovers eye to say I love u as a lie

So don't let them , sell u a high
sell u a dream or sell u heaven
Cuz The ones selling treatment is
usually the same ones producing the weapons

And I tried to spare u this rant
But it just can't be kept in
Something smells badly and sadly
i think its the **** I just stepped in.....

exasperated, emasculated,
So the negative connotations
From life's ******, molestation,
**** from this Annotation

emphatic, tragic confirmation
That my formations deformed,
so be warned, u won't be warmed                                                           ­                                                                by hearing I've conformed

To be socially Reformed
Reborn, no Solubility of scorn
No Altruism, so Imprisoned                                                       ­                                
is peace's vision, Forlorn

******, but pleasure like ****,
Isn't a focus, so like ****
I'm Unable to reject the amorous nature                                           
Of what will take place

But I fail as I try to placate
Or humorously play hate
But that's like calling *******
just an innocent play date

when we're ****** for pay day
Catching Freedom in an Infallible trap
Leaving memories, both enemies, and remedies,                                                        ­                                                     when flashing back

But without Omniscience, it seems
Only Predestination Is left
Wit bitter taste of self hate,accepting fate,                           
 now only death

can stop the new Aversion to breath
Causing a Discrepancy to remain
Some say lifes a gift to contradict
all i insist is inhumane

A reality based on haste, hate,
A purgatory Where narcissists
Prove that ignorance is bliss,
cuz happy Usually r ignorant as ****

Or maybe there's no correlation
and I just **** at curation
Maybe pessimisms Pervasion
Has damaged me for the duration

Of life never to vacation
From rigid Dichotomies like
Believing in prophets or profits
Or what's legal and wuts right

Who do you think you are?
                                   Talkin outa the side ya mouth, actin real slick, straight lookin at me wit that judgemental frown.
    Who do you think you are?
                                       Frontin,  like ya know me, but check this I ain't pickin up What you puttin down.
  Who do you think you are?
                                    Sayin I'm weak and ya jus throw this out, on the real it ain't nowhere near time to fold.
   Who do you think you are?
                                     Sayin I'ma always be one step behind cuz I let every one see exactly wut  cards  I hold.
   Who do you think you are?
                                     Like you gonna protect me from all the drama,  you think I dont what  most people put out there is fake.    
   Who do you think you are?
                                     Tellin me to quit actin sorry, staighten my *** up real quick like cuz the world took it's turn and now its my move to make
   Who do you think you are?
                          Tellin me to look deeper, look real hard at wuts standin right in my way and  I'll see.
   Who do I think I am.......
****,  now I see that this whole time it was me.

Uncontrollable Emotions
Overwhelm me tonight
It's like I can't do nothing right
But maybe that's life

Self discover and development
Without quittings essential
Can't be discouraged by the
judgemental or u may go mental

Trying to reach full potential
And preparing for the worst
Avoiding sinning and remember
Winning comes last because first

U must learn to take loss
So u appreciate bein victorious
Learning to cope with loss and not
taking for granted what's glorious

Just breathing. Just living
Exercising your free will
Embracing imperfections and
realizing the little things can still

Make u smile if only for a while
Walk a mile in the shoes
Of the ones u criticize too quickly and trip
swiftly as that ***** is slippery cause you

Will too, be criticized so don't
epitomize a close mind
Be loyal, be conscious be humble
patient And be kind

Don't try to rewind, pay mind
To the current time
Just take the past mistakes as
lessons and try not to be blind

When deception needs correction
Don't be afraid to asks questions
And remember "what you know"
may need further inspection

Don't think with an *******
That direction is wrong
Cause being a king con don't make
u King Kong just try to be strong

And deny your temptations
follow your dreams and heart
Sometimes the right thing is not
the move that is the most smart

But we all play our part
and depart nothing else Is assured
Nothing's given nothing's promised
and Nothing's fully insured

Preventions better than bein the cured
So Procure the best
Way to live without nefarious
intentions for less tension to help manifest

The dreams that u possess but never
Harbor regret
Self resentment lacks contentment
Leading to stress

It's confusing so I'm concluding
with improving myself
Before intruding with passing
judgement on anyone else

It's hard to say help
But it's even harder to know
That it is all that separated you
From reaching your goals

And when u know you make the
wrong decision it leads2a hollow you
And it's sad when your shadow won't even
follow through

With having to follow u
Life will swallow you whole,
or **** u to self destruction
as u dig while in a hole

Like time precious is your soul
The preservation of knowing
That a righteous path lead u
to the place u are going

And sometimes only throwing
Urself at the mercy of wuts destined
Can bring u to the answers
of your ultimate questions

There's no manual or map to
show you how to travel
Only instinct and experience
can guide u in your battles

But to find comfort in solitude
When your alone with your thoughts
You must be able to justify your actions
if your later forced 2 watch

And relive what u have done when
Its Too late to change the cards
At the moment u better be able
to be to face who you are

And knowing that good intentions
can't outweigh the fact
That you didn't follow through with
Them if not proven on your path

So as I resist the natural desire to
Be consumed by greed
When temptation whispers how
easy it is2 see ur want as a need

But if I feed into it I can only blame myself
for what I become
And then all that can be found
is being dumbfounded by just how dumb

I can be. So all I can be is who I am
Unless I choose
To refuse who I am and
be what I'm not which is self hatred confused

Leaving more than a bruise
On my ego And pride
And my true character
unlike my tears will no longer b easy to hide

So I encourage the courage to accept the
things I wish were reversed
And come to terms
with my wrong turns needing no purpose for birth

Just the realization that limitations
May be a blessing disguised
And be content with
the things I cannot hold as a prize

Cause some things weren't meant
for my eyes or for my possession
Sometimes the lesson for
progression is the only conception

That was meant for me and intentionally
eventually ill find
That the most important thing is
Ensuring my own mind

Is a sanctuary built with the
knowledge that my position
In life was not what
I wanted but all I needed or else it's a prison

And when your own mind
is your prison u won't get parole
It's forever there
like the stain that now tainted the soul

Never finding a piece of piece,
so I am careful in construction
While building the building in my mind
So it doesn't end in destruction...

i love you all, but oh boy.
..wuts gonna happen?

the sheafmen come in night as day
and lay the stock of grain in hay;
they pull the scythe to the reap the lot
and bear the yoke in cool as hot.

never at ease, never at stay:
they toil a hand fer heft and weigh;
faster and faster they tie wuts brot
laying in bundle accorded knot.

never to sleep, always to lay,
baring the dirt at shafts' away;
tug at haft ere comes the rot,
that's all the life a sheafman's got.