I feel my pupils,
Dialate,
My legs become,
A nimble stalk of grass
Blowing in the breeze

Everything is ******* awesome,
The hand of God Himself could not bring me down
From this man made chemical high

I struggle to pull a cigarette,
From a freshly opened pack
Because I can't quite feel my finger tips
**** you, Marlboro..

Leaves shake involuntarily,
On the trees before my eyes
The little piece of square paper,
That rests upon my tongue,
Brings me harmony

A lit cigarette dangles from my lips,
I don't know how, I'm hanging on to the tip
Of the fliter, reflecting on the cynical sinner
That I see in the mirror, every day and every night
Stay calm, Obey the law, live an ordinary life
I'm just an ordinary guy with an extraordinary mic
Singin' all my songs while I'm in the limelight
But after the crowd disperses and the lights go off
Then I'm just a lonely pothead with a smokers cough
I'm not rich, no, I'm worryin about the cost
When eatin my next meal is like eating from a food trough
I laugh at the fact of a casket, For the one certainty
In life is that everybodys just food for the maggots
But There's certain truths you come to understand
In the middle of turning from a boy into a man
I've learned you gotta get to the top, or go to the grave
I refuse to go down without every man knowing my name
And you gotta do what you can to follow through with your dreams
I know that everybody is just bursting at the seams
With the ideas and beleifs thay've come to uphold
Pasing it on to the young from the teachers that were old
I'm spreading mine through my music and my writing
Wanna be the best at rhythm and my rhyming
So be yourself, and do you
Don't ever let anyone tell you what you can and can't do

I'm writing this poem from my brand-new iPhone
And I'm already consumed by it
But it's not just me stuck in the tube
Millions and millions of people
Oblivious to the natural beauty
That is our ever loving planet
Drop the phone, explore. a cave
Turn new stones, catch some waves
Humanity we have to save
From this monstrous epidemic
Of technological addiction

Sometimes it's hard to grasp what's real
To tell the difference between lush grass and steel
I'm dying to see to taste and to feel
Anything that can seem just a little bit real
Some thing or anything
Of some sort of relevance
Something or anything 
Please make yourself prevalent 
Present the placent evidence 
Something that takes presidence 
And gives me meaning and acceptance
Rid me of this affliction of indecision
Go in my brain make a well placed incision 
Give me the lyrical precision 
To shape reality out of my visions

We live In an era,
Where our peers are our oppressors
And your judged as a person
By the contents of your dresser
We need to make a change now
Let's see if we can make it better
Walking through a school hall getting spat on
Cause you don't have the right jeans or ******* shirt on
These superficial glamor nazis don't know me
Looking down from there towers living on golden streets
Kids cry at night when they lay between the sheets
All they can think is "why? You don't even know me
All these kids obsessed with jays and they thread count
Looking at the outside and not what I'm about
It's sickening, they got a fashion addiction.
Living off of daddies money and mommies perscriptions
Yet they don't look in the mirror and see the cynical villain
That they turned out to be
Can't see the hypocrisy
And I'm honestly fed up
I grew up on cheap clothes but the best love
Maybe it's love those kids need a little more of

I look in the mirror and I see a man,
Standing, looking down at the blood upon his hands
He shudders at himself, struggles to stand
This wasn't meant to be,
This wasn't part of the plan,

I look in the mirror, and I see a boy
Crying over spilt milk and broken toys
Over his favorite hot wheel being crushed by daddies van,
This wasn't meant to be, this wasn't part of the plan

I look in the mirror, and I see a monster,
A red blooded sociopath who looks like his father
Remembering a sermon of empty words
The deepest cuts bleed but dont hurt
But the ones on my wrist do,
This wasn't meant to be,
This wasn't a part of the plan

He stares into her eyes
Cold, and hollow.
Long past expiration
Yet still so blue and swimming with life
He keeps her around
Skin pulled back with a taxidermists touch
Remaining young, and eloquently soft
Forever
He moves her around
Like they're dancing in the rain
But the rain would make her eyeshadow run
Darkened tears streaming down
A sallow yet preserved face
Young and fresh forever
To do with as he sees fit
He's mad
Preserving mommies corpse
With the tenderest touch
She still eats dinner with him
But when he feeds her her mouth goes slack
Since he did not sow her lips shut
Eye lids peeled back forever
Mouth stuck in an Icy grin
He'd always loved his mothers smile.....
But she hadn't loved him
She was focused on the home owners association
And impressing her neighbors
While her son she loved to call darling
Was festering, desperately wanting her attention
But he was never good enough
He just wanted to make her proud
Now her face says she's proud of him eternally
He'd always loved his mothers smile..
Mommy smiles forever now

I'm blinded by illusions
But blessed with sight
I feel the confusion
Late at night
And I don't remember where I go
I ask myself and I don't know
But I smell like blood and cologne
If only I had known
Last night would end up like this
With a fatal kiss and a knife
Creeping up to take your life
In the dead of night
Underneath a full moon
Hiding in your bedroom
I think I love you
Too soon?
No, I just love the violence
And the sadness that follows
Your post Mortem silence
And so prevalent is the eloquence
Of skin, pail benevolence
And my conscience tries to  bleed through
The only thing that bleeds is you,
I smother it, I cover it
In the blackest manifested sin
I am not a human being ,
I have become the devils kin

I've never felt so out of place
Didn't think I'd only be another face
To be placed under societys mandate
Of what perfection is supposed to be
To be, to be how your supposed to be seen
As being perfect an benevolent
Place the emphasis on eloquence
But the evidence goes forth to suggest
That we're supposed to be invincible,
Like bullet proof vests
But even those vests tire of bowing to the standard
Of Americas "best"
But being the best is irrelevant
Forget what society says and follow your dreams
I know that your bursting at the seams
With dreams of movie stars and shining seas
And all of that could be yours if you try
If you muscle through the wear, tear, and salty eyes
And standing there with arms open wide
To welcome you, though they're not supposed to
These were the ones who made their own path
And forged their own destiny
so before you give up, give it another try
Before you say,
"The world has got the best of me"