Dulled passion, lingering fire.
Sailing across my empty desires.
Strayed away from my paths for so long.
Sustained pretender believing nothings wrong.

Prolonged suffering, becoming my new friend.
Tedious tendencies paying dividends.
Lost everything by gambling.
Red-eyed monster got a hold of me.

And I...
Just wanna break away.
Just want to feel ok.
Just want to be sober some day.
But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my pain away.

Tossing and turning, losing sleep.
Pegged to the ground, as a black sheep.
Melancholy Malcolm, maladapted mongrel.
Maliciously troublesome, painted as hostile.

And I...
Just wanna break away.
Just want to feel ok.
Just want to be sober some day.
But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my shame away.

Thinking back at the times I laughed.
When reality made sense to me.
Thinking back at the times I cried.
When reality came undone for me.
Thinking back at the time I screamed.
When people kept leaving me.
Thinking back at the time I said nothing.
When my words could’ve changed something.

Wishing I could break away.
Wishing I could say I’m ok.
Wishing I could be sober some day.

But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my life away.

They say you can only trust yourself,
Grey strands brushed; underlying wealth,
Looking dismayed cause I don’t even love myself.
Woah.
Can’t I be somebody else?
If only hearts could melt,
As easily as ice.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Now.
The only sound,
I fear is appreciation.
Because most don’t see the lust and fornication.
That lay beneath the lies,
That’s locked behind my eyes.
A painful desire,
That wants to climb higher.
Yet is never happy.
That’s wants more.
Yet is left always empty.
An identity,
That is clouded in mystery.
Chained to a shame,
That damns the brain.
Who thoughts can no longer contain,
The reigns.
Even the droplets from his eyes,
Are a desert that has forgotten rain.
Like a horse with no name,
It’s all apart of norms that mamed.
What constitutes being a man.
Who has ran,
From every problem.
Like it was the boogeyman.
****.
Can’t I be somebody else?
If only hearts could melt,
As easily as ice.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
He asks himself.
With thoughts that welt,
Like it was struck with a belt.
A pain that is unseen,
That has locked him up.
Way before quarantine.
They say no one can hear you scream,
In space.
Yet even on earth everyone ignores it.
For mental health is like a banana split.
Your treated like your banana’s,
And everybody splits. (Hahaha).
Like it’s some joke.
Until their bodies croak.
Because they lost their hope.
To be seen and heard.
Like the songs from a bird.
Yet are instead dismissed as diseases,
That need to be cured.
Oh, Man.
Can’t I be somebody else?
If only hearts could melt,
As easily as ice.
Wouldn’t that be nice?

Trying my best not to drown,
Praying for better days,
While the devil tries to hold me down,
Wondering if there is a better way.
Is there a better way?

I hear the voices of the discriminated,
The voices of those exploited.
Voices like mine, hurting.
It’s for certain, that being coloured is deemed a burden.
With so many blind of what’s kept behind the curtain.
Living in a society where ya can be seen as a terrorist for wearing a turban.
Living in a society driven to the point of retribution.
But at least some of these protests have worked hard to end exploitation.
Exploitation of wealth,
Exploitation from prostitution,
Exploitation of our health.
Exploitation of our founding constitutions.
Everything has a boiling point,
So why is everyone surprised that we are in a fight?
It’s sad that we are living in a democracy without rights.
Living in a democracy where many are not sure we’ll see the sunset.
And I know when some people hear this truth they will get upset.
Telling minorities to just forget.
But we will never forget as long as police still **** us in public!
Oh ****!

But don’t mind me as I’m just...
Trying my best not to drown,
Praying for better days,
While the devil tries to hold me down,
Wondering if there is a better way.
Is there a better way?

Alright... listen.
Without body cams,
Cops basically have free ****** badges,
Struggling for justice but get silenced like the lambs,
Or they be putting us in ghettos chocking us to death with taxes,
I wouldn’t be surprised if this system was actually run by the ku klux ****!
But saying this is some how deemed blasphemous.
Yet a minorities lifespan,
Is statistically lower, but apparently that’s not blasphemous.
Why does our colour turn us into the bogeyman?
Why does our journey have to more treacherous?
Who do I believe in man?
I thought God was supposed to deliver us?
From evil yet all I see is Sons of Sam.
****.
All I see are Sons of Sam.
And I know when some people hear this truth they will get upset.
Telling minorities to just forget.
But we will never forget as long as police keep trying to **** us in secret.
Oh ****.

But don’t mind me as I’m just...
Trying my best not to drown,
Praying for better days,
While the devil tries to hold me down,
Wondering if there is a better way.
Is there a better way?

South side bouncing in the low rider, why because we out of what is deemed normality going 95, and if you ain't rolling you are not one of our guys. Lets keep this simplified, this is real rap, it came from my pen and pad man, honest talk, I won't ever sell out man. South-side popping up and down, swaying side to side, we aint ashamed fam, this the real deal that we promise we'll never hide. Yeah, southern vibe, kicking it right, spitting fire, getting you caught up in a tangled wire, yeah we will never tire. Tripping, best keep your distance, cause in this very instance, I might just have you on my hit list, what is this, a game of chance? Nah man it's a game of change, bumping to a movement that is strange, in the rap game to provoke real change. I am not the same, please do not call me names, boy do not disturb that which has not been tamed. I am insane, your in my lane, stop thinking that we are the same, this is not a game, you couldn't handle my fame. Keep your distance, and i'll keep mine, have no clue where i'm going, i'm just following all the signs. Fast life, flashing lights, pulling over, and being a coloured man you know it's going to be a fight. ***** cops, misusing their power to beat us, what did we ever do to have them mistreat us. South-side, pain in the streets, government not doing nothing, and no one is willing to stand up on their feet. What can one man do, what can words really say, how can the minority have their way. Shady system, why is society so grey, and how did I get myself caught up in the fray. Swept off my feet, it's like life was Katrina, facing all these fiends, and I don't know if I can battle all these ravenous hyena's. Need a cleaner, feeling as helpless as a llama, just keep munching on a bunch of grass, man I can't wait to be done with all this melodrama. Free will, free speech, where are the Ghandi's and Martin Luther King's, maybe it's because people are to focused on tablet screens and buying shiny rings. This is not common, putting my self in the songs man, chilling out and munching on some ramen. Their is no controlling or consoling angered people who can't stand seeing more race issues brought up, you think this would've ended long ago but it's still blowing up. Rolling up, spilling up, the tension is growing, and i can no longer shut up. Dropping bodies, fentanyl getting put into drugs man, taking lives everywhere, where can i rally up a lobby. Hear ye, hear ye, I know things are looking dreary, and you may be get teary, but never the less we move forward and never fear what may be. It maybe what it is, so one day the south side may no longer be a place to live, strolling along wondering if their is a point to wanting to live. South side, can no longer escape life by getting high or drunk, before I can clean the world I must clean out my life's junk.  I want to be able to be adept at building up a community and a family one day, lord have mercy on us, not just for the south side, but for the world because we need some help today. Just the other day some cops shot an innocent black male named Alton Sterling, oh man it happened again, I thought they would have learned after ferguson but then again people still think Canadians live in igloo's, and I wonder about what the hell these kids are learning. I think these misconceptions must stop, staying ignorant will only lead people to keep on being killed and not every cop is a bad cop. So yes some po-po's can be brutal and should be kept in check, but they human to, i know it's not a good excuse but we should not be quick to give all them heck. Violence begets violence, doesn't solve anything man, it just creates more animosity and having innocents keep on dying, and I believe we can resolve it without meaningless busting because i said before it will only lead to more people crying. Authentic sounding south side, this is what I think about as i ride along, it's time to love and accept one another and then move on.

Driven through a division,
Going in and out of dimensions,
Fighting off my demons.
Call that cross road decisions.
Dealing with typical Cross family addictions.
With my spirituality getting constantly tested.
For all I see is the devil,
Which makes me wonder,
If God is even interested?
Interested in whether or not I’m bested.
Bested by ingested toxic substances.
Guess I have to be careful where my choices are invested.
Because in an instance, I may never regain consciousness.
Maybe that’s why I was told not to take my life for granted.
But I’m struggling with once again being that “kid”,with unwavering faithfulness.
For when one becomes an adult,
It’s as if hopes been indicted.
With promises expedited into brokenness;
burning pure hearts with acid.
How drastic, that we are just facets for molasses.
Spilling over into the masses.
Parading smiles stapled and plastered on everyone’s faces.
But we got to look beyond the scenes,
Instead of being caught up in the schemes,
As things aren’t always what they seem!
Woven wool threading over eyes like a seamstress,
Pretending we are all good, Sike! Such lie’s, unless...
Perhaps we are all saps, pining over delusions instead of facts,
Packed with wax in ears, ignoring non-fiction for Knickknacks.
For we all get caught up in this spin cycle eventually.

You were like a dove,
Flying above,
Soaring through my dreams.
It’s like I was living in a fantasy.
That wouldn’t end.
But, one can only pretend for so long.

And I used to think,
you were the one for me.
And I used to think,
We were perfect,
But I now know...
But I now know...

You really think!
I wouldn’t realize!
Those succubus eyes?!!!
You really think!
You could hide what was really inside?!!!
All along?!!
Gnawing at brain,
Polluting my veins,
This isn’t love!
This is insane!
You are the bane,
To my existence!
How could I permit this!
My emotions have become so twisted!

I love you,
I hate you!
I can’t really believe you!
You dug out my heart!
And expect me to say thank you?!!!

I love you,
I hate you!
I can’t really blame you!
Yet you spit on my corpse!
And expect me to apologize to you?!!!
No, thank you!

You are more like a raven,
Lurking in the darkness,
Embedding my head with nightmares,
It’s like I’m living in hell,
And this punishment won’t end!
If only I could pretend that everything is ok,
Just a little longer!

And I used to think,
you were the one for me.
And I used to think,
We were perfect,
But I now know...
But I now know...

I love you,
I hate you!
I can’t really believe you!
You dug out my heart!
And expect me to say thank you?!!!

I love you,
I hate you!
I can’t really blame you!
Yet you spit on my corpse!
And expect me to apologize to you?!!!
No, thank you!

Pinky ring slingers,
Watch as my brothers get put in slammers,
Watch as my brother’s get hung from swingers.
Every day, every week I hear cries and gospel singers.
Every day, every week I hear gun shots and tweakers.
Trauma runs deep, our community the titanic,
All we get is static from a government,
That watches along as we sink here.
Treating it like collages cause they hearts cold as winter.
Where our cries go in one ear than out the other ear.
If the Statue of Liberty was a person,
They’d probably evict her.
I guess one may say that,
Equity has become as real as flying reindeer.
It’s cute that some think they understand the pain here,
Just because they watched Naruto.
Now, that’s what I call taking a big leap sir!
But the truth is you’ll never understand kiddo.
You may be lost now, but so too was Nemo!
Just gotta accept it like the fact that,
Han first shot at Greedo.

Dealing with the same **** since existence,
But we refuse to fix the broken toilets.
Flushing away the vulnerable.
**** a safety net.

Dealing with the same **** since existence,
But those in power keep their phones on silent.
Letting people fall through the cracks,
Thinking it’s priceless cause in their minds they’re worthless.

Yet ignorant ******* still can’t seem to fathom why we upset!
In fact the buggers uno reverse the subject.
Like they are the true victims,
Cause intersectionality displaces them.
Must really **** to be viewed as the problem?
Get over it darlin!
Tell me more about how it feels to not be pardoned for your skin!
****.
Straight up, Got ‘em.
Got they hands up but still shot em.
Got barely any food to eat, still robbed em.
May have been hit with a rock bottom.
But they still don’t know what it is to hit rock bottom!
So, shut up and **** on my *******.
***** I’m not playing,
***** I’m not joking!

Dealing with the same **** since existence,
But we refuse to fix the broken toilets.
Flushing away the vulnerable.
**** a safety net.

Dealing with the same **** since existence,
But those in power keep their phones on silent.
Letting people fall through the cracks,
Thinking it’s priceless cause in their minds they’re worthless.

Alright look.
I know I started off as a villain, with my head stuck up in the ceiling.
Yeah I was fiending.
And under the control of demons.
Can’t lie I was a heathen.
Struggled since day one, was blue in the icu, doctors doing everything to get me breathing.
Me and momma was once on welfare, with rice being the only thing we could afford homie.
Some days I can’t lie that I was wishing every day that I would suddenly drop and die.
Because use for the longest time,
Life wasn’t worth living.
Grew up with gifts that defy all reason.
Thinking I was some demon.
Used to have faith that could split the red seas wide open.
But I grew up broken.
Clouded in anger and resentment,
That lead to unhealthy habits for coping.
Spent years wasted wallowing in my depression.
I was so suicidal man,
It’s like I was imprisoned.
Unable to process all of my emotions.
Which lead to over analyzing everything, and constantly stressing.
But too prideful for suggestions to get me out of my dismal settings.
Always second guessing.
Wondering if God created the wrong person to complete his vision.
Why was I given this mission?
Why do I have to learn these tough lessons.
For I’ve been bullied,
I’ve been beaten,
Ive been abandoned,
Betrayed and defeated.
Yet I’m still standing.
Yet I’m still breathing.
I even once Had a knife to my heart,
Believed that everything was falling apart,
Wrote a goodbye letter and everything.
But my mother helped believe that I was actually worth something.
And my pain wasn’t for nothing.
And I’m still standing.
Yeah I’m still standing.
So Throw all your stones,
It’s ok,
Break my bones,
But I won’t break.
Say what you need to say.
I’ll still pick up my cross every day.
Yeah I won’t break.
For we’re not granted another day,
So I got to make the most with what I have each day.
And at night I get on my knees and pray,
Praying for our world because it’s in such a disarray.
With chaos and confusion,
Ain’t no where a peaceful place to stay.
But that’s okay.
For the Lord never once promised that life would ever be easy.
And when my time finally comes,
I know my pain will be taken away.
For I’m still standing.
Yeah I’m still standing.
So, Throw all your stones,
It’s ok,
Break my bones,
But I won’t break.
Say what you need to say.
I’ll still pick up my cross every day.
Yeah I won’t break.

Suffering silently smelling sulfur.
Sliding steadily; shelter shaken.
Seldom staredown, singing selfish songs.
Sickly sociopath; studies stooges.
Soft sight; spotless simpleton.
Sets suns, shapes shadows.
Seldom shows sentimental secrets.
Sips spirits, sainthood slain.

Dead eyes circumvent,
Red flags; hesitant.
Sad lies, love broken.
Can’t tell if I’m,
Loved or just a token.

Lying around,
Can’t sleep,
Gaining pounds,
Depressions deep.
Trying to float,
But starting to sink.

I know I need help,
But my trauma is like my fathers belt.
The only difference is,
Not all the scars show.
That’s just how it goes.
With my heart and my mind; juxtaposed!

Wondering if my words are as invisible,
As I feel.
Pop a pill,
So, I don’t have to feel, anymore.
I could be the richest man,
But still feel poor.
What is life for?
Got people wanting more,
Yet still feel empty to their core.

Don’t mind me,
I’m just lost in my head,
Rewinding tapes instead,
On working towards, Being Free.

looking back at the way my path I once walked, blood and pain everyone was worried I had gone insane, but I'm alive and still just as messed up. No path I can find anymore, It's ok though I like to walk life blind because then that way I find myself in the best and weirdest situations. Future used to look so bright and ideal but I keep falling short, thinking I'm not worth it, and counselling doesn't help because I'm too angry about life, man I'm just so fed up. Lost with my lonely thoughts, no one understands me, stuck in the mud of my ****** nation. Where do I go, what can I say to get outta this situation I am in right now? Everything is crashing all around me, I have lost my way, is there hope for me someday?Am I just confused? Maybe I'm just a bomb that desperately needs to be diffused, but no one can help me so I just blow up than people want to help me, but they are too late. Did God make a mistake? I don't know anymore too stuck in my illness, or maybe I'm just to full of pride to bow?  Or maybe I'm onto something here, what if this life is some kind of messed up conspiracy, I feel like such a pinocchio a slave to everything that holds me, maybe it's fate? Everything is crashing all around me, I'm just so stuck in my ways man, don't you see that I need help? All I know is at this moment I'm stuck, and nothing seems to want to pull me out, abandoned by those I thought had my back. Now I'm crashed out,burned out, caught in this harsh reality, stuck with this grim desire to make everyone feel my misery. People don't seem to understand, they just put me in the corner with a dunce cap on my head. A deranged child, looked at like some diseased trout, bitterly oozing trickery that turns into tragedy, born with this illness but not getting any sympathy. Everything seems to be crashing all around me, I've fallen down, stuck in this anomaly, I just long to be free.

Yellowish blues, mixed with orange tinges too.
Bright morning, waking next to you.
Ooohhh!
Waking next to you!
Birds chirping, singing sweet melodies.
Rainbows curving, ending up shining on you.
Words can’t fully interpret how much you mean to me.
What is this glee?
What is happening to me?
It’s like every day is a new painting.
A new canvas displaying warmth.
Rising sun glistening, stretching over everything.
Trees reminiscing, creating paths through earth.
Green pastures, blanketing dirt.
The material of our death and birth.
A perfect cycle coming together.
Like sheets of music.
That expresses an appreciation of this treasure.
The treasure that is life.
The treasure of adventure.
A treasure so valuable it can’t be measured.
Ooohhh!
Enjoying this mood!
Enjoying this sunrise with you!
A sunrise filled with,
Yellowish blues, mixed with orange tinges too.
In this bright and vibrant morning, waking next to you.
Ooohhh!
Waking next to you!

My heart is swelling,
Inflating like a balloon,
Soon, I hope my love will reach you.

Soaring high in the sky,
Fluttering like a bird,
Free from the world.
That tries so hard to chain me down.

You are my everything,
You keep me a flight,
I feel like a kite in your embrace.

Feelings drifting through the summer breeze,
Seizing the day ,
Then, after kissing under the moon.

Howling out our love.
Howling with all our might.
That all the world will hear.
But we don't care,
As we soar through the air.
You are my Lois,
Let me be your Superman.

Verse 1:
Spending a million days chilling like a baller, but I’m still a bachelor,
I’m the master *****, the funk villian,
Killing these ill feelings, like a *******.
Call me Captain Picard, galaxy speeding.
Bumping to tunes, in my Lincoln Navigator.
Living fate with taro cards, ***** bussing.
Cussing out haters, phonies is paper weight.
Knock ‘em out, let me demonstrate.

Verse 2:
Demonstrating, how to knock ‘em out,
These paperweight phonies, and haters imma cuss em out.
Buss em ****, using taro cards, living out fate,
Navigating while linking my tunes, to start bumping.
Speeding through galaxies, like Captain Picard.
I’m a *******, feelings so ill I could ****.
Got that villain funk, ******* call me master.
Balling like a bachelor, just chilling each day spending millions.

Verse 3:
Game has changed, so has the times.
Instead of writing rhymes, peoples is snorting em.
Deranged turn coats full of phlegm.
Instead of pronouncing vowels, they’s mumbling.
Music has become the chum bucket,
With occasional golden gems.
Shout out Denzel, Joey, Johnson, kaan, and Williams.
And I’ll be ****** like a John ham mad man,
If I start shooting up drugs and end up in neverland.
Flying, off the handle, like a dysfunctional Peter Pan.

Verse 4:
I’ve seen dysfunctional Peter’s, plan not pan out,
So, many times they’s handles have fallen off.
Going off to neverland, because them drugs shoot ‘em up.
**** man these kids madder than John Ham.
Why can’t they be more creative like, Williams, kaan, Johnson, Joey, and Denzel man?
I guess not every gems golden,
Like expecting a bucket of chum producing good music.
With many mumbling vowels, bet they can’t even pronounce phlegm.
Fulls coats turned red, feel betrayed, because the sounds turned deranged.
With rappers snorting lines, instead of writing them.
I guess the times has changed, and I guess so too must the game.

Verse 5:
Asked to choose between a beemer, Benz, or Bentley.
All the same when I’m drinking henny on the highway.
Swerving on them fools, than repent on Sunday.
Attempting not to catch a fine, at least till payday.
Spiralling downhill, mayday mayday.
Declining like the popularity of Spyro.
My internal plains a pyro, La lumbre, lumbre.
Think I need a vk, chilling in the jungle with dk.

Verse 6:
Go bananas in the jungle like Dk,
Just swinging, chilling, relaxing like it’s a vk.
Dancing with La lumbre, lumbre,
No fly zone during the eternal pyro.
**** popularity, imma burn down this ***** like I’m Spyro.
Imma never decline someone screaming, mayday, mayday.
If I did I know that would be a downhill spiral.
Where payday just another day,
But I pretend things are fine,
Attempting smiles, whilst receiving a sundae.
Only fools repent, can’t swerve me compadre.
Doing things my way,
Getting drunk and high,
Addictions are all the same.
Numbing the pain, by paying for fancy cars like Bentley’s, Benz’s, and beemers.
Because to choose between would be insane.

This is how I deal with my ****, I write it up just for you, my words are cursive for a purpose, it heals the pain I deal with inside. Honest opinions that make people mad, they say I ain't rad, I'm just a fad of ****** hip-hop. I say I am a favour to this industry, but you ****** ain't feeling me, so I keep my lyrics confined with my pride.  Ironic syphilis dickwads filled & infused with hate for yah to feel, this is just the real, no need for props. Can't handle me, you can't accept me, but I don't care, i'm rare, not some sell out like black eyed pea's. ****** get mad when I say *****, but don't hate, natives were called ****** too, so I don't want to hear your **** about it. Work out with a wii fit, cheat when I do a spelling bee, lying about everything, trampling the rap game that's how I be. I used to try not swearing because it's just a easy cliche that fake rappers say, but **** it I need to get across my thoughts in a way for you peanut brains to truly understand my ****. Is this the innocent kid we used to hear, no that kid died when introduced to this crude society, gentle giant becomes defiant to the ways of how we live. Hulking out against everything wrong, i'll wreck the way we see things, not caring for the feeling you have, make you cry tears that will clear your blind view of the issues we face. So hate me, go ahead, I don't care, in fact i'll come to hater club with you, hear everything you have to say and save it in my eternal thoughts like a external drive. You have no taste for real rap, you probably listen to low life bottom feeders like little wayne, that's not real rap that craps a disgrace.

I lie floundering
I lie like driftwood
I lie peacefully

I lie soundly
I lie unfiltered and free
I lie flawlessly

I lie sweetly
I lie gentle nothingness
I lie so softly

I lie beside you
I lie to you and myself
I lie with another

chocolate almonds melts in my mouth
eyes closed savoring the rich taste.
those around vanishing, as it melted away;
desiring more, choosing another, round, sweet.
never had anything tasted so good;
than the bitter sting of pain
as I bit my tongue; blood poured.
down down, drip drip, down it goes
sobbing; tears to fill a river bank.
my mother rushes in and holds me
holding me tightly, then kisses my head.
saying your alright, let me look at it;
would ice cream make you feel better
I nod, tears still in my eyes

I…
Am torn inside.
I….
Am lost and cannot hide…
And I…
Feel cursed.
Can I be rebirthed?
Is it too late?
To cure the hurt?
When I…
Feel like I have no worth?


I…
Am torn inside
I…
Am lost and cannot hide…
And I…
Cannot escape.
Cannot face.
Cannot relate.
This criminal mind,
That is fuelled by hate.
Wondering if it’s too late?
To cure the hurt?
When I…
Feel like I have no worth!

Oh, I…
Need a sweet release,
My mind is chained,
And so are my feet!
Oh, I…
Need a sweet release,
My mind is chained,
And so are my feet!

I…
Am a slave.
I…
Am trapped in what I’ve made!
And I…
Wish I could trade.
The sins that weigh,
On my heart that keep me dismayed.
Is too late?
To cure the hurt?
When I…
Feel like I have no worth!

I…
Am ashamed.
I…
Am drained and starting to decay.
And I’m…
Not sure I can sustain,
Can contain.
This ******* pain!
Is it too late?
To cure the hurt?
When I…
Feel like I have no worth!

Oh, I…
Need a sweet release,
My mind is chained,
And so are my feet!
Oh, I…
Need a sweet release,
My mind is chained,
And so are my feet!

Dusk, he thought, is the best time for ******. The city was a perfect backdrop for the perfect crime, no one will ever suspected me the person grinning with a silent sinister pleasure. People think I am the perfect nice guy, but in reality I am death, every situation that comes my way gets destroyed. I try not to but it has implemented itself within my once purified soul. Nice guy I may have been at one time but that guy has been dead for along time. Now it's just me and this sinister mind, I have lost all feeling to do anything nice or true. My heart is dark, all because of you, you made me the monster I am. I was taught about how all lives are equal and decided that was a lie, because this world is not fair some are treated better than others. People will try to make themselves seem purer than how they really are, like they are some angel in mortal flesh. It was the man upstairs job to destroy them all, but he doesn't see the things I see, maybe he sees the good in them like he might have in me. I am a stranger, no one would miss me, and if they do, it no longer matters. All the better for me, more pain to spread and create for others, it's like a paycheck. Payback to a society that has kicked me when I was down , a society that has corrupted me too turn evil. I sometimes wish I could go back to how I used to be, but there is no going back. Back when dark clouds were clear and outside was sunny, when joy was evident, when things were simpler.

Oh life so confusing, and this crazed mind of mine can't seem to take it anymore, why can't things be like how they were going so long ago. Moving through these steps to make it back to I once was, on my feet ready to take on the world again. Fate can try to take me out but I won't let it, I am the master of my own destiny.  I started from the bottom, time to make my way to the top, alone with my thoughts to create history. Classy J  is the name time to claim fame for me and for no one else, this my life, time to make the most of this ****.  Misery and depression still trying to seep into my soul but I have bigger things to keep my eye on, because I deserve my prize. It's time to take my life back, that society has taken away, it's time to take off my mask and be me.

Man people try so hard to please others, they will do anything for your attention; but why, why do we have to care what others think of us? Maybe your parents are divorced and they hate each others guts and push you to the side. Maybe you've been bullied far too long and you just can't handle it anymore. Maybe your parents died and you lived in a foster home and went from place to place. Maybe you do it because it's our human nature.  I don't know your reason but everyone has their own reason. We try to hide who we really are, cause society and other people  dictate how we should look and act like, but who made them judge? You are perfect, but you have to believe your perfect, you can't let people's lies dictate who you are. It's time to take off your mask, it's time to show your true colours. Some of you are saying but what if people don't approve? You know what... so what? So what if people don't don't approve, you will only ever be you, and they will always be themselves. You can't please everyone, it's impossible and tiring on yourself.  Take off the mask, I won't judge, because I know the pain, I understand. Find those people who like you for you, cause those are the people you should be with.

Frickidy Froik faking myself for acceptance again, trying to be something I am not; am I insane because I feel there is something wrong with my brain. I feel like being myself steers people away from me, so I put on a mask to be a thing that strays away from being the real me. Out cast, just one awkward person, semi-Christian kid that listened to pastors sermons. I was souled out, but when it came to defending God, like peter I was a sell out. Hanged out with the druggies and the geeks because everyone else wanted nothing do with me, they just looked at me like I was a freak. Rough times, but it is what it is as they say, I don't care; I'm different now, walking down a path not looking back at my past ways. I just had a messed up mind, ignoring all the signs of opportunity, yeah I guess you could say I was driving life blind. Was out of it, thought I'd never get out of it, I was just so bent on the thinking that I just couldn't handle it. Lost my handle when I got caught up in the scandal of life, always wondering if I would last the night, wanted so badly to just end my life with a knife. Getting into grade 10 dressed up as the invisible man, no one noticed me; it was if I was as tiny as a milligram. I stayed away from functions, stood brewing in my own demented self-destruction. Sore and broken, shouldn't have done what I did, but how can you help out a struggling kid. Empowered individuals to change themselves, but I couldn't seem to be able to cure myself. I pretended like I was enjoying all these immoral pleasures, I lost sight of myself, its like *** has become worthless damaged treasure. Time to take off the mask, time to stay on my task, time to get out of that full body cask. I am done being mummified, done being dead on the out and the inside, time to be independent time to no longer hide who I am on the inside. Know what to do but don't know how to do it, been through a lot of ****, and there are still times where I say you know **** all this ****. I hang onto the future where I change people, so we can get out of being the in the age of being mid evil. There is still hope for us *******; there is still time to rearrange the masses. Its time to take off our masks and be who we truly are, you just have to believe in yourself because if you do you'll make it far. I only speak from experience, you don't have to take it from me, and some times you have to get burned to truly see. Never shy away from going to someone who could help you and not judge you, find someone who will take the time to listen to your point of view. It may hurt to say what you’re going through at the moment, but if you don't it will eat away at you until it’s too late for atonement. Take off that mask, forget about what may transpire afterwards because of the decisions you made, you are broken off of it, now you can relax in the shade.

Got lost in the tavern,
Alcohol tendencies becoming patterns.
Sipping, tripping, brawling just like my family matters.
Young kid bruised and battered.
By father.
Got asked if I want to talk about it once.
I said don’t bother.
Now I’m that drunken father.
****.
But I forget that fact as soon as I grab another bottle.
Drowning my pain.
Hoping it all goes away.
But it never does.
Telling my son that he won’t understand my pain.
But then again.
I’m never around.
I’m never sober.
I’m always angry.
And that anger gets transferred.
Into my life and relationships.
Just like my dad.
Who said I didn’t understand his pain.
But I did feel pain.
Every day he wasn’t there.
So maybe you do understand.
And I like my dad I wasn’t listening.
I’ll try to get clean.
But it’s difficult.
And right now I just can’t let go.
But I’ll take those 12 steps to help me let go.

Fruitless, feeling worthless, looking towards religion for a purpose. Lost and afraid, wanting so badly to be remade. I've been taken over, empty third person view, yeah it's like I'm an aliens host. Possessed by this oppressive world, not to be cliche but I feel like a victim and this world is a vindictive vandal. Love and hatred, peace like a dove chocked out by this disease called humanity. Sorrow for tomorrow, misery for today, ***** Annie man, there is no sun coming up any day for me; for every day is gray. Feel so betrayed, life has gone astray, what once was bright is beginning to fade. Coast to coast, while finical eyes search for meaningless materials, I search for answers and finding this so called Holy Ghost.

Life is no more than a rigged scandal, that fools think they can fool or handle it. There is nothing to lose, except everything; how can one leap with faith when their neck is tied by a noose. What ever happened to dignity? What ever happened to honesty? Tell me where I can find your valour or vanity? Crazy that this is what we deem as sanity, pride collapsing on us as if it were gravity. Cross the sky, eye for an eye, so blinded and entitled; thinking we deserve an answer for why we are here. Lost we have become, every heart beats it's final beat, everyone will strum their final strum. At what cost will we test the bounds? At what point point did we stop thinking outside the box? Love & suicide, passion and ignorance, welcome to hell this will be your final residence. Breathe or heave when you start to realize you would not be than to be.

Sorry if my words bring gloom instead of glee, but that's just how I sometimes be. I want to be a better man, but for the time I'll keep on being a nothing man. Isn't it something? I don't really think so! It stinks, I hate being that low, truth is life doesn't give out hand outs.  Oh I'm still alive, pretending life is fine, no heroes here, so don't think I'll put my life on the line. Love or hate me, decorate me or eat me, not a Barbie girl, so in other words you can't ***** with me. Alone, need to phone home like E.T, I got no self esteem, stay up late watching B.E.T. How do I fight off this pain, how can I erase the lie's that penetrate my membrane. How can I fight off what was done, how do I keep myself from blowing brains out with a gun. So far gone, got my head up into the clouds. Smoke and mirrors, wondering how I can conquer my insecurities and fears. So far down, so please console with me, before I jump off the ledge and plummet to the ground.

On search for immortality, because I'm scarred to die, the thought sometimes makes me cry. The life in my shoes can fit many, some crops wilt where others thrive abundantly and produce plenty. I look on the other side of that fence, and long for that same type of satisfaction. Jealous, over-zealous, longing for happiness that left me to die in my already deep grave. Oh hope, is such a pitiful fatal attraction, feeding my inner demons, eternally wandering this mortal dominion. Life and times of a dying man. How time flies by so quickly. How times do change. What was deemed acceptable is now deemed inappropriate or inhumane. Rights and equality, gay pride, and wearing less and less clothes by the minute. If you ask me if your wearing that little amount of clothes you might as well wear none at all. Once upon a time in a cultured simple world, you were born, got married at twenty, and had kids, then one day you fall down and never get up.

Unless your like me, just a stubborn old crotchety ****. Haha, I can laugh at it now. When I was a young hip to be square scallywag that thrived to do nothing but misbehave. Oh those were the good times. No care in the world. Thinking that we would never get this old. Making fun of the ones who were. How the pendulum has shifted. How the ones who are left no longer laugh. As the heart monitor beeps ever so softly. As our breathing becomes non-existent. As the weight of the world shuts our eyes tight. Till there is nothing but silence and tears of family members. Some don't have that luxury.  Some die alone. With no one to cry for them. It's so sad; really. Like I'm not the nicest most approachable guy but at least I know what's left of my family will be there for me. Nothing more I could ask for or even deserve. This is tale of a dying man. See you on the other side. Wherever that may be. But for now I say goodbye, and thank you, for taking time to read my story.

All heroes ain’t super,
To be a villain is easy,
All ya haves to do is give heathens the big bird,
Like ya was Mr.hooper
Plus ya get way more dinero, can sit back and puffs the reefy.
Why help the needy?
Survival of the fittest, ain’t gots time to be a goofy goober.
What can I say entrepreneurs are greedy!
So, come on pass the hookah, it’s been a long day.
And Pour some malice intent through the flask,
Enough to upset buddha or one’s bay.
Cause I wokes up with a hooka in a room filled with ashtrays.
When I was s’post to go to the preacha man’s house on Sunday.

What can I say? I think villains got it easy in this day and age!
In a world where…
Good guys receive so much disdain.
What can I say? Victim mentality is ingrained.
That’s why villains got it easy in this day and age.

Heroes philosophy otherwise known as a Villains dichotomy.
Write ******* wherever you end up burying me.
Truth be told, I know one day they’ll silence me.
Cause I don’t fit the mold of ignorance and complacency.
Too many aloof in reality, sold to a narrative of victim mentality.
Where Blaming the Herero white man is top priority.
That ain’t woke, it’s discrimination policy.
But apparently ya can’t be racist to the honkies.
At least that’s what the Karen professors tell me.
The inconvenient Indian challenging their privilege and authority.
Ain’t **** changed, we just accepted a different extremist philosophy.
That will become the death of democracy.

What can I say? I think villains got it easy in this day and age!
In a world where…
Good guys receive so much disdain.
What can I say? Victim mentality is ingrained.
That’s why villains got it easy in this day and age.

Tears in the rain.
Some soaked in joy.
Some soaked in pain.
Tears the symbol of existence.
No use resisting.
Whatever the situation.
Tears are what makes us human.
Some see it as weakness.
Some see it as courageous.
An experience unlike any other.
Whether it be fear.
Whether it be spite.
If it gives one the will to fight.
Then let it rain.
In every way let it rain.
Don’t be a slave to your shame.
With life, must there be death standing right beside?
War?
Hatred?
Rage?
If tears heal.
Why can’t we survive?
If tears heal.
Then why do I always feel so torn up inside?
Hiding these tears.
In the rain.
Hiding my pain.
Am I insane?
To feel these things?
Am I insane?
To feel this sting?
The thing that distinguishes me and you as human.
My flesh can be so weak.
Things can go from bright to bleak.
Pretty quick.
Am I sick?
For crying in this rain?
Am I sick?
If these tears never go away?
For what it’s worth.
Like a movie.
We must see it through.
When the reaper comes for you.
Don’t be afraid.
Reach out your hand.
For time will eventually stop for all of man.
When memories fade.
And your tears of rain,
Become wisps of sand.
From dirt we started.
And to dirt we end.

Terminator ****
Gat caused tragedy, what a gat tastrophy.
Dangerous suspect, got to escape before I end up in quarantine.
Especially with Rats at my back, who are packing heat and coming after me.
But I ain’t fazed because I’m blazed and sipping lean.
Ya want the bad guy?
Then come after me?
Tony Montana ****.
Leave ya scarfaced when ya mess with me.
Say hello to my little friend, then hasta lavesta baby!
Boom!
Drop down a flight of stairs and ended up in the living room.
Eating Oreos with some blue milk, dipping them in one by one with my purple spoon.
Feeding my program like I’m Ed boon.
Ya might not understand now but you will soon.
For quarrels are like an art of war, sun tzu!
Pass me some tissue paper, ha chu!
Bless you!
Thank you!
Man manners mean even monsters know morals matter.
For in this day and age finding decent human beings is like trying to find dark matter.
Just remember boy! All lives matter.
And it shouldn’t matter what factors have become detractors.
It’s your responsibility to overcome these trivial matters!
Or stay fielded rooted in foolishness until your run over by your own tractor.
For anger and revenge will only leave you the real loser.
So, forgive and move forward.
Look towards a safer future by becoming the hero you need to be like John Connor.
I know it’s hard but you gotta take the reigns like a Roman and make this your yard!
Also remember that everyone is scarred and have faced different but also difficult junkyards.
You just gotta take risks to reap rewards.
So, Set goals toward your dreams and if you try I believe that your dream can become secured.

Yeah, i'm walking in these streets, where there is violence and there is not enough to eat. Poverty stricken everyone is looking for their next fix and aboriginals get ticketed for being aboriginals. Life is full of despair, is there someone out there who cares, because rich snobs think they better, yeah they think they so neat. They couldn't even survive on welfare, or let alone survive in this hell hole, they to busy being political. Left side, right side, there doesn't seem to be a spectrum when people keep dying on these streets. It's a cold world with cold people to hot in themselves, if we all just came together we wouldn't even be in this mess. Crime is just a everyday thing, people cheat, people beat on each other, and it's not all about race but ignore me, shut me down, keep listening to your garbage beats. Governments control the world, we are all in the same boat, controlling us like they're some kind of doctoral Jesus to them we surrender and confess. Sorry I am not your puppet, government you may be the devil but I will not be your advocate. I will no longer let your lie's keep corrupting my mind, I am a self made man with a God given plan, so try to stop me, but the dice will no longer be in your hands. Hurt people in this hurt society, but all wounds can heal eventually, even something as catastrophic as this detriment. Walking down the road of pain, people trying to survive so bad they deemed insane, they've been detained, they've been banned, some try for a job but a lot get canned. Hard times in these rough neighbourhoods, and in reality there is no robin hood. Cold winters, scorching summers, begging for help, when about half of them will spend it on *****. Yeah, I see these things all the time as I walk down these streets, but there is organizations out there like hope mission that so some real good. So maybe there is some real hope after all, but we should do more for each other instead of just accusing and misusing.

Into the abyss (x4)
Go!

Fallen angel.
Broken winged.
Desolation becomith!
Depression consumes me whole.
Destruction awaits!
The deeper I fall.
Into the abyss( x4)

War torn hero.
Once noble son.
Internal screams cloud my head.
As the innocent children lie dead.
All for peace!
That’s what my country said.
Guilt riddles, like the bullets that were aimed at my head!
Coming back to a life I no longer recognize.
Looked at as a patriot!
But knowing that I’m really a demon.
Please don’t worship me.
I didn’t do anything worth celebrating!
Wishing I died on the battlefield that day.
Instead of sitting here alone on Remembrance Day!

Fallen angel.
Broken winged
Desolation becomith!
Depression consumes me whole.
Destruction awaits!
The deeper I fall.
Into the abyss( x4)

I’ve been in the bank rolling in the loonies jack.
I’ve been in the bank, sipping cognac.
I’ve been in the bank, telling all the haters that they wack.
I swear imma give my granny a heart attack.
Sniffing so much crack I don’t remember where I’m at.
But as long my heart in tact.
Imma finna keep making them racks.
Holding up the bank, in a ski mask.
But imma never be in a slump dog.
Going from girl to girl like I’m playing leap frog.
I’m a beast yawl.
Not just in sheets dog.
It’s all good, because after all, everyone wants a taste of success dog.
Just relax and take a puff of fog.
I swear my spirit animal is a pug.
Because we both like to chew up the rug.
And you bet imma keep blowing up them streams like I’m dig dug.
Laughing to the bank, making mills bruh.
My girl looking hella fine with them stills on.
Don’t speak no English because I bought her off of amazon.
She from the amazon.
Looking amazon.
Sitting on my lap like I’m Santa uh!
You know that’s what sup!
Going to bank together rolling in them loonies jack
Going to the bank, sipping cognac.
Telling all the haters that they wack!
While We Avoid stepping on the sidewalk cracks.
As that would break our mommas back. And I don’t want that, which is why I only sniff the crack.

Surviving a War that doesn’t seem to end, bombing and sniping all around. This is the real story in a book called “ The Cellist Of Sarajevo”, where three characters emerge to face this adversity head on.  You have Arrow once a innocent young girl, now trained assassin to **** her targets without making a sound. Then you got Kenan a person who risks his life to fetch water for his family and others in need, no matter if it weighs a ton. Finally you have Dragan the person hard to explain, he just does what he needs to do, he will come to not care about the dangers of the outside, because he will control his own destiny. Each of them has their place in the race to survive this cruel onslaught from the men on the hills weaponry.

This city through all the lights and monotonous nights, over and over again. Recognizing the struggles of a broken people, trying to help as much as I can, but I just get pushed back but I come back stronger. I am just a man, but I can't abandon these people because I used to be one of them.  Never knowing which way I was going, just going with the flow, life was nothing special or simple, it was hard and painful. I used to imagine a great pain free life, but that was just dreams ; just some fantasy for the longest time in my mind. Till one day I got up and started walking a new direction, breaking stereotypes, breaking statistics, they said I would never become something, that I be in a gang and selling drugs. Living on the streets till one day I get shot or **** myself, but that's not who I am or who I want to be. Through the city I have seen and heard it all, I don't judge, because that would make me a hypocrite, and I am not their keeper.  I'm just real, I am being me, which took me a long time to do.

Classy J going array, with such sassy display to you’re overbearing dismay. Blasting off today, I’m as cool as sorbet, but yet as hot as soufflé. Everlasting eternities as the cycle goes on for humanity, where some live for the moment and others search for divinity. ****** prey wanting me on their tray, the only thing I’ll give you is the direction to the doorway. Rick Ashley stray’s, I’ll throw yawl back out in the alleyway. Future class, never ever low on gas, if you mess with me, I’ll shatter you like glass. I’ll use a computer bypass, to shove a virus up your ***, not to be played with, bro don’t you know that I’m bats. I don’t butcher the masses, or overburden you like taxes, I’m just your average Joe trying to make good of all this blackness.

Not a sore loser, nor a party pooper dear querying lass, I stand my ground; yeah you bet I got ***** of brass. While some of yawl puff the grass, this creature is trying to cure the world’s tumor created by us jack assess. Don’t run on flats, tackling my demons to the mat, yeah I have gotten through life by crawling down its crevasse! Don’t listen to rumors, some call me a trooper, you have to learn how to maneuver all haters and accusers. Living life by focusing on the hourglass, I’m not one to sit idle peeping out the looking glass. But forget all of that because life is nuts, and I’m just an outlet that slams the hard truth to your guts. Enough with your meaningless chitchat, I’m done with all yawl fretting and *******, time to buck up pussycats. Your listening to a lyrical architect, don’t have time for rats or insects, this is just apart of the classy effect.

I don’t make threats, don’t you forget I make promises that will eventually be met. I’m just a twisted afflicted un-constricted gifted individual who tries his best not to be too cynical. It’s so inconceivable but yet so believable, not your typical rapper, yeah I got principal. I am always original, I am a mystical miracle; yeah I’ll be making sure you know I’m no longer going to be invisible. Beat the odds, unlike all these frauds, I know my place, I’m definitely not a God. Heated rods of critics who keep on trying to burn me, but it just feels like a thorn to me. Street with needs to meet, used to the odds, so don’t think we’ll grovel at your feet. We are not mincemeat, we are not just going to take a backseat, we stubborn as concrete, yeah we are not going to retreat.

Privileged trying to turn us neat and tidy, without them they say we incomplete, that even though we coloured we should strive to be just another ignorant whitey. Don’t you know it’s all about image? We are savages, yet they are the one’s who diseased and burned down our villages. No I don’t seek forgiveness from wily coyotes, we are not a showpiece, like some kind of conquest trophy. No I’m not finished, is there something wrong with your psyche, naughty sly feisty vermin that itch like poison ivy. I politely tell you to ****, love the irony of your fear and hate of aliens, when you yourselves came to this land from a ship, which to us was a UFO. Anyways like I said, I may go off on different tangents or phases, because there are places one needs to tread. I like to educate airheads, I like to make em red; yeah I don’t leave things unsaid.
I want to unthread this sideways planet, if you’re looking for someone who doesn’t mince words; well I’m your prime candidate.

E-town is what I represent, legacy I will cement, rap game I came to resurrect. Let’s rundown the extent of these frequent fallacious formalities, those auto-tuned drugged up wangsters that are the definition of distasteful unoriginality. I frown upon the dissent of where rap ended up, it sure need a classy clean up. I know music is subjective that it is all in perspective, but to me this garbage kids listen to is far from impressive. I find trap music ineffective and unreflective, I don’t respect something so obstructive. That’s just my two cents, and though to me it makes no sense, others may not agree and still listen to that senseless content. What I’m trying say is opinions are like *******, everyone got one, but that’s what makes us unique souls. This is just a part of the classy effect, can’t wait for what happens next, can’t wait for changes to manifest.

The colour of my dreams.
Stormy waters, mixed with ice cream.
Golden arches, colliding with rainbows.
Green pastures, filled with tomatoes.
Purple clouds, carrying scarlet roses.
Pink skies, with stars that look like oranges.
These are the colours of my dreams.
Coming together but also juxtaposing each other.
Is this a statement?
Of my mind, my subconscious?
Does it mean nothing?
Or is it just effects from eating wonky porridge?
Or is this some inspiration?
For a canvas my brush has not yet come across?
A blank slate, my tabula rasa.
A place to run free.
A place just for me.
The colours of my dreams.
Colliding with reality.
The colours of my dreams.
Washing over me.
Even if means nothing to you,
It’s real to me.
The expression of an artist,
The expression of their own unique creativity.

They be crying to me,
They be fighting the heat,
Think i’ll let it slide,
Must be out they mind.
Take a seat.

They be crying to me,
Ain’t got no time,
Ain’t got no beef,
Muddying the carpets,
Prepare for cleats.

Can’t handle the heat,
Get the **** out the kitchen.
Watching em sweat & pant, looking more purple than a beet.
Tucking and rolling, didn’t I tell ya not to be slipping?
Out of pocket like pipen, taking a retreat.
Think ya was French, pardon my disposition.
Whilst soldiers die in the trenches,
Clout rappers do what they can to attain attention.
But when ***** gets too real they pull a takashi,
To avoid 69 years in detention.
****.
What the **** happened?
Tell me what happened?

They be crying to me,
They be fighting the heat,
Think i’ll let it slide,
Must be out they mind.
Take a seat.

They be crying to me,
Ain’t got no time,
Ain’t got no beef,
Muddying the carpets,
Prepare for cleats.

Pumping like an artery for I got to be the battery that drives this, **** prince charming ***** this ain't no fairy tale BS. I am Hades You Persephone for reality is that life ain't no symphony. I'm just meant to be the coldest MC, Bringing you ******* all to your knees. I am as influential as Socrates and rappers like Kanye, Yachti, Wayne, Jeezy and other fakes I use as a trapeze. I'm classically gaudy so call up Regis to fill em in, for I still have Evil Within and got a tendency to slay anyone then laugh while eating some M&M's. Hating me for spitting the same ****, so what man everyone else does it. At least my bars got substance, at least one can understand every single one of my sentence's. Says right here that everyone talks too much, tries too much, works too much, but don't act out what they preach too much. Set you up, bring you down, this is the domino effect man I told yawl I'd go after these fraudulent clowns! Rapidly maniacally painstakingly organizing my life back together, avidly trying to make a difference for myself, so that life for others can also become better. The domino effect got my methodical prodigal prophetic mind constantly staying in check. Candid and sadly reeking of erroneous savagery, a man that is classically Gaudy and who also suffers with a split personality. Can I call an audible? Can I have a head start to get away from the constable? I am an abnormality who is typically without liberty to be anything who will never be looked at as being a rational help to humanity? I'm just deemed a *****, so when it came to my goals and dreams I had no choice but pull the trigger. Go figure that my figure match the picture of a killer, go figure that I roll with some drug dealers, go figure that to survive I had to become a stealer. Cause and effect when one lives in debt, cause and affect that I can get your girl more wet. Adversity is affecting me, got no time for tranquility when the pigs be searching for me. What would you do if you were me? Would you also be praying that there would be a heaven for a g? How would you feel if you constantly had to flee? How would you do if you woke up with pigment and had to adjust to life being treated like **** like me? This is just a part of the domino effect; this is just how it is in the ghetto; yeah this is just how it is always being seen as the usual suspect. Nothing but a defect, nothing but an insect, nothing to respect, so how can hope or change ever manifest?

Bonjour, hello to this French revolution, where people fought against the corrupted monarchy and created a new constitution. Hunger, no rights and no respect, they could not seem to solve it peacefully, so they cut off Louis the XVI neck. Marie Antoinette was a heartless greedy *****, she stole the people's food, so now she deserves some punishment, this is a historical moment for these people which they would soon cement. They started the Reign of Terror, which some may say was a costly and unnecessary error. Millions of people were killed and most were wrongly accused, their used to be equality, liberty, and fraternity, but all people saw was death, which is something not to be amused. The French Revolution where the third class fought the monarchy, so everyone could have true equality, liberty, and fraternity. Then came a guy named Napoléon who changed their wicked ways, he founded new ideas which created the future you see today. I know he wasn't exactly the best, he crowned himself the emperor, which no one had a say on, he pretended to respect the church and have meritocracy but really he was just a con, deceiving people as if they were just a couple of pawns. Napoléon is a wimp, he cost millions of lives, he also abandoned his armies multiple times, he may be one of the, greatest strategist's in the world, but really he's just a waste of time. Napoléon should have figured out not to attack Russia at winter time, it never worked out before so why would it work this time. He may be a symbol of France and the greatest self proclaimed emperor, but he died because of his pride just like Maximillian Robespierre. That was the end of the French Revolution, they slowly lost their power but they still hold onto their republican constitution. So aurevoir for now, bon voyage to you grande revolution, till your next controversial decisions and solutions.

Friendships are good, except when you have a crush on one of your friends. That's when things get... interesting, confusing, frustrating, comical, awkward, and sometimes if you have enough patience and time things right you might get to date that friend. The only thing that makes things worse is if your friend/crush is already in a relationship and doesn't think of you as a potential boyfriend or girlfriend. Or if they don't swing in the same ball park as you, if you know what I mean.

Like a bird on a tree,
You know me.
Like a life ahead of me,
A life I do not know.
Knowing is a gift,
A gift of knowledge.
Like a bee to a flower,
You know me,
Like sweet lullabies that rocks us to sleep,
Counting the sheep’s, protecting our keep.
Climbing treacherous peaks, and overcoming defeats.
Every adversity we face is a gift,
A gift of knowledge.
Like a lost soul in the wilderness.
You don’t everything about me.
For lie’s course out of fear that you won’t always love me!
It’s like I got a split personality.
So sorry for all the complexity baby.
And Please just be patient with me ok?
For my head at times reaps with insecurity!
That at times be dipping into others privacy.
Which then leads to publicly stating apologies for ones acts of indecencies.
And I can’t bear to wreck another family!
For knowledge may be a gift but sometimes I wish it would skip over me!
Oooohhh! Ohhh!
The tree of knowledge,
A taste so bitter sweet!
The tree of knowledge,
Got me feeling so obsolete.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ohh why!
Did ya have to be so so beautifully deceiving!
Maybe people are right when they say it’s better!
So much better!
To not be aware!
To not give a care!
Ohhh! Baby, Knowing is half the battle!
Yeah!
Knowledge is a devious fellow!
And we all get caught up in it’s enticing wind like some rose pedals.
Pedals that fiddle and flicker dropping quicker and quicker.
Till it ripples into the ocean lingering till silence befalls all.
Where love draws like a bow and quiver that has struck my heart and I fall.
Fall into this dream called love.
Where knowledge becomes nothing but a faded memory.
Guess that’s why common sense becomes a mystery.
For love got us thinking unconsciously.

Yeah, let's get into it man!
Yeah, I'm back to the place I was created from,
Yeah, the first time that I experience God's hum.
Yeah, some of you guys don't know what this hum is about,
It's the King's final strum!
It's all about His love that saved us from,
our wrongs, if you don't conceive it, well bro you better believe it!
With God's love, you can achieve it,
whenever you need it,
I really mean it!
(Chorus)
The King came down from heaven,
He's the number one contendent.
When He won, He became the number one defendent.
You might argue it,
but the time I spent in this world,
I have no other reason but to believe,
that God gave us life, like water to an ever growing tree!

They say things get better with time,
Yet as me move forward all I see is more poisonous vines.
I try to be positive but how can I when I know how I’ll die.
With a bullet put inside my mind.
Knowing everything that happens is somehow all by design.
But I refuse to resign.
For I still got time to keep on trying.
Trying to make this world better for the future even if that means putting my life on the line.
Dying a martyr for the culture to preserve the bloodline.
For I know there are kids out there who like me lived through some hard times.
So imma do my best to leave them a goldmine.
A goldmine for opportunities that don’t involve crime.
Working honest nine to fives,
In order for their families to able to thrive and survive.
For I’m sick of our community being confined.
Confined to fit into certain classifications that stereotype and typecast our ancestral ties.
That tie us down with lies.
Lies that say our dreams or freedom will never be realized.
That televise this propaganda in order to keep racism normalized.
Which leads to internalized confusion that sometimes leads to our own decline.
Just because our colour is penalized and sterilized.
It’s also doesn’t help that we are looked at as illegal aliens that must’ve been dropped off by the star ship enterprise.
It’s crazy how we can so easily romanticize slavery and genocide.
Yet don’t take the time to analyze the good things inside each of each other’s lives.
Or try to see it from another’s persons eyes.
If only we had the bravery overcome the trials like Clementine.
No longer will I be defined by lawmakers that are so corrupt and blind.

Run rotten, for things have gotten out of hand.
Turn coat ducking, torture got him singing and eating outta my hand.
Getting scraped by the beater like youse a percussion instrument;
maybe that’s why a group of people are called a band?
For we all play our part to either be an influence or to be influenced.
Yet we won’t know anything if you never venture into the forest and meet the temptress.
When one experiences all six senses, when in present tenses, which then puts the body through stresses.
That makes the mind flood with guesses that clouds up our lenses.
But that’s just what war is like for one is always in the trenches.
Whilst other’s sit on benches, but each choice brings rewards and consequences.
Which bears questions on what your quest is?
To run free or to be held back by white picket fences?
For being hard pressed brings out either killers or medics.
To choose to be real or synthetic.
To become abstract or symmetric.
However, things aren’t always so metric.
So be wary of being a critique for just like branches of mathematics in arithmetic,
We have many great qualities but when in a group we can become manipulated.

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

I’m on that mountain.
Looking back at my past.
And I see..
The emotions that laid roots...
And I...
Reflect on my errors...
And I...
Move on my from there.

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

I’m on that mountain.
Smiling for the first time
And I...
Know it won’t be the last time.
And I...
Have gained some wisdom from my mistakes.
And I..
Am ready to go down to that valley again.

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

Verse 1:
Strictly speaking with these IV stickens,
I’m not a fan of incisions,
For in the past it was a means for sterilization,
So, I can understand why so many are iffy with vaccinations,
After all, why should we believe that it doesn’t cause autism?
After all, my people were lied to before, which lead to devastation.
Growing up in a system intent on extermination,
Growing up in a environment filled with racism,
Growing up in a nation that sees my people as an infestation,
As an inconvenience that deserves damnation,
With people telling me to go back to my reservation,
Like, I can’t even go shopping without being seen as a villain,
Getting followed or patted down for investigation,
What did I do to deserve being put into this prism?
It’s like a prison,
Trapped in a country torn apart because of colonialism.
And if I succeed is it because of my hard work or is it based off of tokenism?
Just a pat on the back for corporations,
To showcase that they are indeed all about “multiculturalism.”

Hook:
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones whose ancestors slaughtered my people,
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who continue to oppress my people.
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who don’t give a **** about my people.

Verse 2:
Yeah, the same ones putting pipelines through indigenous land without permission.
The same ones that stand against Wet’suwet’en.
When the Supreme Court has already found in favour of Wet’suwet’en.
So, why is Canada still using RCMP as a means of attrition?
So, much for reconciliation.
Getting told to check our privilege from an ******* who is a heteronormative Christian Caucasian.
Making over $100,000 dollars and using $900 tax dollars towards subsidization.
So, dear Jason Kenny how about you check your ******* privilege!
The fact that people voted a idiot like you in is depressive.
Especially when the NDP was way more progressive.
Reducing the conservatives selfish expenses.
Like private jets and golf courses,
And putting some of that money towards social services.
Instead of lining their own pockets like the conservatives.
Yet the right wing media biased and undermined these great changes.
And now that they are in power they are cutting social services.
Now that they are in power minorities and natives are again facing persecution.
Now that they are in power the world once again favours heteronormative Christian Caucasians.

Hook:  
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones whose ancestors slaughtered my people,
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who continue to oppress my people.
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who don’t give a **** about my people.

From the underground pit that conceals treasure
The treasure that has been cursed
What the curse is no one knows
For no man has seen it
Until this very gruesomely dark day
Which brings the winds of change
Wretched pit, that has brought great sorrow
These pitiful lives we now live

Needle, wipe, pressure, were losing him. Come on ******. Come back to us. (Monitor beeping then ends). No! Nurse start CPR.  The world needs him even if they don't know it or want it! Welcome to the procedure, Classy J natural born leader, designed for a purpose from the ultimate creator. Don't care about any haters; I love chilling in the swamp with all these alligators. Words are just that, not going to leave me depressed knocked down on the mat. Ready to bat, not going to be trapped, I'll just continue to rap, no matter what, won't let negativity back into my heart. I will not go back to the start, for I am smart, going to make it those top 100 charts. So take me as I am or not, rot or stay fresh, born again man, I am no longer a mess, making sure I save my cash. You can try and diagnose me or try to expose me, but you will never hose me down, leave it all on the tombstone, I will make sure my name will be renowned. Fate by design, I might just see you around, my rap will never be shut down.  This is the Procedure, I am alive like Frankenstein’s creature, hit you like a seizure, not here to tease yer, I here to help you become a dreamer. Don't fear the reaper, for life is just a long detour, so really why care about meaningless things like your demeanor or figure. Shot of morphine, shot of codeine, to forget all your worries, or you deal with it in a hurry. Addictions come in many shapes and sizes; we all fake, putting on masks, running around life like it was derived of infinite mazes. Everyone goes through different stages, addiction can leave you stuck and locked in like your trapped in infinite cages. So crazy how fast age goes, got to keep myself composed, I propose that we don't oppose this life, for it will only leave us sad in the shadows. This is the procedure; I realize that this life needs a cure, try looking in the mirror, for I believe anyone's heart has the ability to again be pure.

My words be plenty wise,
Yet people only wanna listen to garbage,
Like lil skies.
Afterall, the rap game has shown it hates logic.
Maybe I’d be rich,
If I bragged that I could have plenty wives.
Maybe you’d ******* listen,
If my words were sadistic like pennywise.
Maybe I’d be signed,
If I sold my soul to the demon goat with three eyes.
However, with fame comes leeches,
That tell pretty lies.
Getting hooked to the fiction,
Compromising morality to get between some thighs,
As well as wine and dined,
With bells come the whistles for the blind.
The frame of mind,
Through space and time,
Has begun to unwind,
With evolution on the decline.

What was once filled with clarity,
Is now filled with mumbling.
What once expressed challenging themes,
Now all sounds the same to me.
It’s so sad to see,
A Grammy list that nominated lil baby,
But not Denzel Curry, now that’s a tragedy.

I think I need to down me some communion wine,
Cause people have lost they minds,
Acting gangster but we know they lying,
Pulling a gunna out from behind,
Yet if caught, pull a 6ix9ine,
****, I swear music is confined,
Instead of bumping to Tech N9ne,
They pop lil xan’s while watching drumline,
Makes me wishing I could reincarnate as a slime,
Because it’s just so uninspiring,
Young wannabe thugs thinking they lions,
Are just lying to themselves,
Wanting be like ***,
But ending up a body full of gun shells,
POW POW POW POW,
Can’t you see the parallels?
Too busy believing in the fairytale,
Thinking ya can set sail,
Like a lil yachty boat,
But even the titanic thought it could float,
It’s funny that these SoundCloud rappers,
Think they the goat,
Trying so hard to attain some cloat,
By calling Eminem a joke.
But the only joke I see,
Is you folk.

What was once filled with clarity,
Is now filled with mumbling.
What once expressed challenging themes,
Now all sounds the same to me.
It’s so sad to see,
A Grammy list that nominated lil baby,
But not Denzel Curry, now that’s a tragedy.