If we were together,
And you had been captured,
By a villainous turtle,
Who's name was bowser.
I'd come and save you.
Without any mushrooms.
I'd dodge the hot lava,
And jump over the flowers.

Forget the gold coins,
I'd run past them all.
I'd come find my princess,
Like on n64.
I'd swim through the water,
Past the piranhas.
I'd raid the castle.
And beat the boss battle.

'Cause Peach, There's no me,
Until I find you, And you're set free.
Because Peach,
I am coming. I won't stop running.


Til your in my arms.
Where you're always safe.
You can wear my red hat,
We can have a pet Yoshi.

Because Peach there's no me,
But I am comming back.


Mushroom kingdom will never be the same again.
On a grassy hill, in our giant palace,

I'm not scared of any ghosts.
My sites are set,
On the clouds in the sky,
And tower in the distance.
I'm not scared of any stones,
That will try to crush me,
I'm going to do my best,
To keep my timing.

'Cause Peach, There's no me,
Until I find you, And you're set free.
Because Peach,
I am coming. I won't stop running.


Til your in my arms.
Where you're always safe.
You can wear my red hat,
We can have a pet Yoshi.

Because Peach there's no me,
But I am comming back

I close my eyes and create pictures made out of marbles and copper leaves because I ******* want to.
I don't want to become a liberation of mind control just to feed the habit of your addiction.
I don't care that you love poetry, or how much you hate the texture of my cheekbones,
or how much you want my words to taste like laundry detergent,
poisoning the cerebellum to become cerebral to the fear of your words,
I just choose to be able.

I want my words to keep me floated on Yoshi's clouds
while he's feeding me apples and mushrooms.
If my words were able to shape shift, they would embody the physical being of an old wise man
with knowledge that could fill the top of my laundry basket.
His creaking rocking char moving right to left like the turning of a page,
his hands slowly crumbling into ashes of marijuana leaves.
I want to grow old and die while bumping to Pete Rock & De La Soul on my death bed,
and not care about who's listening to my dying breaths about that mirror on my wall.
It's all the same.
We just want to be able.

An empty page. The insufferable debate.
An infernal task? The everlasting trait?
A blank check? A clean slate?
The inkwell pond.  Pen and nib. Rod and bait.

Over-caffeinated.
Under-appreciated.
Anger encapsulated by the shortness of my replies.
I'm exasperated by the amount of attempts and all the tries.


Code Scrambled. Wires crossed. Software and hardware not integrated.
Emotions and objects being wrongly correlated.
Places and faces being traded.
Thoughts and feelings segregated.
Process of progress imitated.
Utterly inundated.
Brain cells being immolated
So that my mind and my soul can become assimilated.  
Self-worth: Underestimated.
These points are not to be debated.

Swoon confused with brood.
A smiling clown dances around the center ring.
Inside he's centering his self around the latitude and longitude of
The highest hilltops of Mt. Pisspoorattitude.
Without the slightest shred of gratitude towards any good deed done for him past the 5 minutes of thank you that he spouts off at the peak of the mountain.
If at first you don't succeed, just cry and cry again.

The concept rocket pulls the cap off the the pen sprocket
Ink spews everywhere. A shiny black geyser erupts from the rig.
Men shouting back and forth to one another. There's no way to contain it. We've sprung a leak, the oil is in our water. The oil is our blood.
Erasing, no, smearing. No control. No Z's either. Analog ****-ups.
Chasing my tail, driving the same circuit.
Racing as Yoshi with a broken control stick

I've had a hell of a time on Uncle Sam's dime.
I disappeared behind the words written on my mirror long ago.
Am I a wreck or is this the requiem of my dreams?

My dad, butterball, & yoshi.
All found dead on the floor.
They answered the knock at death's door. Traumatized by the image.
It wasn't assault.
It was no one's fault.
It was just like my dead goldfish.
Death is not usually a wish.
Aquatic life is just as precious.
It left a haunting message.
Maybe there is not a better place.
A hollow bottomless pit you can't trace.
Hidden realms with experiences which overwhelm.

In my spoon I saw a reflection of the moon.
Recite the strange light from last night.
One afternoon in the summer month of June.
I saw a balloon with a candle,
in a bag tied to the handle.
A glowing object in the night sky.
Ascending really high.
The sun shirvels prunes.
Dogfood is eatten by squirrels & racoons.
A bright sunset of purple & maroon.
From the radio a peaceful tune.
Get out of the bath tub.
Yoshi is behind the neighbor's shrub.
Underneath the mistletoe.
He put his arm around my waist & hips.
I woke up & dreamed he kissed my lips.
Sinister thoughts no one fought.

I felt crash landed - in a strange place,
This is not how I planned it - mind in an estranged state,
Felt like a different planet - what is the strange space,
Dealt with the grapes i was handed - but I had to change the pace,
Expected enmity cause eventually everybody's an enemy,
I used my verbal anemone to protect my mental amenities,
I had to penalize penalties that tried to dismember me,
But since I moved to the peach,
Life's a beach - but with ample sand,
Scenery is asterisks and ampersands,
Bittersweet ; I asked for this,
Father stretched my hands,
I managed this time shift- now i have super visions,
No more stupid visions of voodoo superstitions,
Thought it'd be an intermission to my inner mission..

But I'm Saiyan,
A lot of Heros turned out to be Villains,
Like Some of my Gokus turned out to be Krillins,
I'm Saiyan;
Some of the Halos they held turned out to be Horns,
Some of the flowers they had handed me , had thorns,
I'm Saiyan;
I took advice from an imitation Master Roshi,
Fake homies just here for the ride, like Yoshi,
I'm Saiyan;
I had to pick a low to go on for my motivation,
I had to pick a coat to throw on for this hibernation,
I'm Saiyan;
for some reason my plight i chose to prolong,
Had them demons blowin up my cell , like Gohan,
I'm Saiyan;
I ducked advice and moved from the side of them,
Then i sacrificed ...myself-
I was on some saibaman,
I'm Saiyan;
I had to access these hidden chambers,
with my hand on my black chest,
I know I'm something greater...

My momma told me you get what you deserve.
So now I sit here with a smirk.
I get, For what what I work.
Smiling till I'm in my coffin.
hand on my c*
laughing call me a ****
Names Quid, fk what you heard
My names burned into your mind
Heard you hummng reading along to my rhymes

Writing words paper
breathing life to lines
**** em with creativity
Move with abilities
Invisible to your stupidity
youre Spitting hate and lies like cobras
Ya'll playing games it's over
Flyer than super Mario dino wips
Pull up on yoshi, have ya princess at the hips

Ive never had a dream
I chase.I peruse I knew.
What I wanna do.
since back in the day
Living ya dreams since 01 they say
Obsession changed now son
Now bout
Until the the ink runs out
Heart stops no breathing
Pronounced dead only way in leaving
game to main coming for yall mvp's
Trust just believe in
You got no claim, I trained , I remained, I self made me

Life lined up
Not on the mirror, go figure
My ink lines colour blinds
You fadded
My feet up getting shaded
A thing or two, I could teach ya
Easier to throw shade on u, bye felica.
Talk the talk or so they say
My picture's speak the lives you fake
A winning bet, granteed pay
Can't work for nothing or the **** u take
Rather be broke any day
Than live empty like ghosts for u what u make
#Johnnyquid #mrquid