what are we to become if nothing at all, what will it feel like to truly fall? to be free from it all, what will be our last call? That last breath, on the verge of going over the edge, into who know's what? For the time is coming upon us, will be ready? The end of the world, the fire and plagues, will we ever be the same. The circle of life stopping, what will happen than. Is life a paradox,or an oxymoron, or is there more to it. Will we make it through it?  these are the questions people have and may never get the answers too, these are the things that even make Steven King shiver.

Falling from the reaches of the stars,
Never knowing how far it goes.Through endless space, alone without you,When I am with you I am as warm as the sun.When I am with you I become a stronger person without fear, Through whatever life throws at us, I know we can face it head on.Me and you together through thick and thin, With you I am whole, I have something in my life that I look forward to seeing and being with! With you! Me & U! Together till the end! Becoming like distant stars roaming throughout the solar system, as long as I'm with you I know things will be good.

This is a story of a kid named Gunther,
Now, Gunther started out life with tragedy,
Growing up with an abusive mother,
& a drunk father hooked on drugs instead of his family.
Gunther instantly understood he had to be a hunter,
A survivor in order to push through this adversity.
Most days Gunther was scrounging for scraps,
A young kid in a mad city, this certainly ain’t a place for whipper-snaps.
Saying his prayers while being surrounded by sharks.
A good kid in a big city, walking alone without a safe-house,
Feeling like a mouse,
Living in a society ready to put him in a jailhouse.
Treating him less like a human, and more like a fox.
For his skin isn’t a kin to dominant standards,
So, he is left to be an ostracized *******.
Cast out by factors beyond his control.
With a system designed to **** out his soul.
****!

The story of Gunther,
A story of someone who was like a brother,
A story of someone trying his best to get out the gutter.
This is the story of Gunther.

But things started to get better for Gunther,
He was doing well in school which made him feel like an achiever.
Dreaming about graduating and making enough money to have a better future.
Around this time, his father got sober and gave his life to the creator,
But even though his father became healthier and kinder,
He also became stricter,
Striving for perfect and if Gunther wasn’t that he was deemed a sinner,
For Gunther entering the church,
Was like entering a burner,
But he kept going to please his father,
For his mother was gone,
And his little brother was too young.
To fully understand the pressure.
Nor did Gunther want his brother to face the same pressures.
As he did when he was younger.
Having the same exposure to demons and monsters.
So, Gunther decided to take on the tether.
And face the bitter weathers.

The story of Gunther,
A story of someone who was like a brother,
A story of someone trying his best to get out the gutter.
This is the story of Gunther.

When I met Gunther it was junior high,
And I can’t lie, I couldn’t actually stand the guy,
He was my bully, the thorn in my side.
Little did I know our fates would be intertwined.
Becoming my best friend, leaving our past beef behind.
Having some shared stories of being despised,
However, I would soon learn that some past pain can’t die,
And Gunther started to get addicted to drug supplies,
And starting drinking like everyday was the 1st of July.
He would soon start to push our friendship aside,
In order to prioritize all his time fiending for his next high,
Becoming a monster with cold red eyes,
But I still tried to help him the best I could,
After all we were from the same hood,
But it’s hard to heal a heart turned to wood.
And, I knew that if I stayed his friend he would drag me down too.
So, I said my goodbye because that’s the only thing I could do.
****.

The story of Gunther,
A story of someone who was like a brother,
A story of someone who couldn’t overcome the gutter,
This is the story of Gunther.

I Went to the well,
Too many times,
I Went to well,
To wish you well.

I went to well,
To tell you goodbye,
I went to well,
To see you set sail

Oooh, oooh yeah.
I Went to the well,
To the well,
To the well.
Lord I tried,
Truly I did.
I Went to well,
To speak to the dead.
I Went to the well,
To speak to my best friend.

I went to the well,
To make my tears disappear,
I went to the well,
To look back on all our years.

Throwing all my coins in the well,
Because I wish you were here.
To make me laugh,
And To make me cry.
Wishing I didn’t have to say goodbye.

Oooh, oooh yeah.
I Went to the well,
To the well,
To the well.
Lord I tried,
Truly I did.
I went to the well,
To speak with my friend.
I went to the well,
Because I promised we’d be friends till thee end.

To thee end.
Oh Lord, to thee end.
Till my time comes,
And I can get to see my friend once again.

The wind goes and flows,
Sometimes it just pulls and rips,
Like waves of the ocean,
Not really sure what you’re going to get.
The wind can plant a soft kiss,
Then the next moment spread lies real quick.
The wind can roar like a lion but go out with a whisper.
The wind a phenomenon that can’t be captured.
But felt, heard, and smelt.
Is the wind truly real?

However,
I am jealous of the wind.
I long to be as free as the wind.
With no cares.
To glide through the sky.
Where time passes by, but I don’t age.
The wind, where does it come from?
Where does it go?
Oh, the adventures the wind must experience.
To explore without boundaries.
Or have to face discrimination.
I am so envious of the wind.

Served up diseases since the day of my people’s birth, we were created equal and fruit of gods holy earth.
Yet envy and hatred brought forth devilish wrath, that has left our lost souls unable to find the right path.
Because we have fallen victim to unhealthy thoughts and insecurities of our own self worth!
The cost has tainted our roots, which then poisons our fruits.
The fruits of labour that doesn’t favour minority’s and for the longest time we couldn’t speak or else we’d get taken out by authorities.
The fruits of our future offspring, that pick and choose between corrupt governments and kings.
But now the cycle has turned back and falls flat on our faces that chose to define each other as different races.
My guess is that we never realized that these messes would take us to dark places.
Parading in red and black faces saying it’s all in good sport?
But now we have taken over your rigged sport!
So I ask you how is the your own medicine dear sport?
How does it feel when minority’s are starting to own the court and change the rules of your ball park?
How does it feel when your beliefs are no longer welcomed?
When you become the third wheel stuck in the middle like Malcolm?
You mad mon, but you better listen son after all the **** you said and the **** you done, you expect me to go back to where I’m from?
But you see this is where I’m from!
I’m more from here then you, **** what a savage got to do to make this clear to you.
When there’s two sides too each story but eventually all these lie’s you be telling and selling will reveal the real you.
Look I don’t feel bad for you, in fact I love the fact that your power has all fallen through!
Now watch as all eyes are on you, and see your ***** turn blue because there ain’t nothing you can do!
For this pc culture is putting the pressure on you, so come on white man tell me what you going to do?
For I think I need to spell it out for you,
so here we go give me a ******* y-o-u!
And while your at it, How about you go back from where you came from!
Ya **** ***** ignorant intolerant hypocritical immigrant!
Man What a ironic world we live in!

through the silence of the dawn of light,
through the silence of the sun set at night,
through the silence all through the halls,
through the silence befalls peace to settle temporary brawls,
silence everywhere, quieting all
through the silence comes peace of mind,
through the silence we rest as one of mankind,
through the silence comes great inventions,
through the silence we release past tensions,
silence everywhere, quieting all
through the silence leaves not one voice to be heard,
through the silence blurred between the lines of the absolutely absurd,
through the silence one's thoughts might go wild,
through the silence past deviance's can be reconciled,
silence everywhere, quieting all

They say I've been holding back, they can say all that they want man, I don't care, nor do I listen to that smack! *****, I'm so versatile, writing versus to wake you up from your own denial. You can compile a list of **** to present to the trial, dial 911, I don't care, it's not like I’m holding a gun; p.s when did this get so personal? I go above and beyond, I show love and forgiveness even to those that treated me like I didn't belong. Life is a ******* marathon; it's so easy to just give up because sometimes running towards that perfect life is like trying to find a leprechaun. I am just a black swan in a world full of white swans, and I’ve tried moving on, I’ve tried staying strong, but yet I still don't belong. Just an outlaw, trying to piece back my life together like it was a jigsaw. It just feels like I’m trying balance on some seesaw, just trying to balance all this **** while trying not to drive my self into the wall. Till my heart stops, till the beat drops, till the clock no longer tick tocks. Till the end, till I can no longer pretend, till I leave this state of mind and start to transcend.

Acrimonious precocious emotionless people only focused on their brokenness. Torn families and friends, **** won't happen by osmosis, sorry for my profanity, but if you could see through my lens you would realize that things aren't fully hopeless. Some people today are so boneless, now is a time to focus and notice our true wholeness. Burn out that closet, make a deposit in you, stop being so modest, go out and just treat yourself. Get back to business, stop fretting and slacking off, drinking out your sorrows with that Guinness. Can I get a witness? Shut the **** up fool, I definitely know what I’m talking about and my name sure as hell ain't Willis! A lot of yawl thinking you homeless; when you are actually blessed with living in this land of richness. I don't need 60 minutes to convince you that it's actually a good thing that you exist. Till my heart stops, till the beat drops, till the clock no longer tick tocks. Till the end, till I can no longer pretend, till I leave this state of mind and start to transcend.

Got on my Nike's and my sweats and classy T-shirt, blasting my music bout to blast off, so please beam me up captain kirk. Roger that, watch your back, building up a movement and then i be putting it on my back. Running away, no man I'm running towards, I came to make history I don't give a crap about Grammy's or Oscar awards. So political, when you get in the business, but I'm a independent rapper with a unique style, I'm underated but awesome like Nintendo's ness. Time to get out, time to work out, can't hold me back, if you mess with me I'll turn you into a pelt. Scottish blood, native blood, french blood, English blood, imma ethnically cleanse you all like I'm a flood. Going hard, getting strong, while some people smoke bongs I spent my time writing these songs.

Mayday, make way, for classy j the future class be destroying anything in his way like he doomsday. Time piece, time to make my peace, feel like I'm on top of the world, grooving and singing so much you think I was a star in grease. Moving on up, movement is **** tough, but i be been known for persevering through it even though it may be rough. Touch down, make them scream make them jump, life is like a box a chocolates yeah I got that from my one of my favorite movies forest gump. Time off, nah man I'm timing in, man it feels so good to feel alive again. I'm having the time of my life, yeah working out is totally worth it, I'm so glad I did not end my life. A little bit of positivity never hurt, changed the style a little bit but I still got a mouth of a murk.

Undalay undalay ese, que pasa hombre, I love mexico man, drinking all night, till next thing I know its already Sunday. Oh crap, I got to get to the flight, even though I got a wicked hangover and don't completely have any sight. Party time, making them rounds, bouncing through every town or city, leaving boring people at the pound. Give me the crown, never see me coming like a RKO, come in the ring and I'll be like Muhammad Ali and with one hit the bell rings as a result of a tko. Free styling every time I write these raps, I can do this in my sleep, yeah you definitely don't hear this kind of rap anymore that why I woke it from it's nap. I was born with it, its one of my many gifts I bring to the table, anything is possible if you believe you are good and able. Locked and loaded, revelled and scolded, don't put my name in italics boy, for a real man's name is bolded.

Time to work out, time to get out and actually live, in the world there is a lot more take then there is a lot more give. So turnt up and ready to have a good time, so turn that music up and bring out some fancy whine. Positivity and negativity, yin and Yan is what I deliver to thee. Good meets bad, but what happens when the immovable object meets the irresistible force, searching for answers, going into the matrix man, yeah I'm getting plugged into the source. Teaching you how to dougie, hip hop and contemporary is the way to go, danced all night now I'm all groggy. Tripping out, drinking energy drinks, cause when I party I go all out. Its funny how as a teen I never had to many friends and never got invited to party's, it cool though because now I get invited to them, and you can bet that a party with me is saucy.

Hitting that one two step, nay nay every day, dancing is such a work out, tell that to your mother the next time you go down by the bay. I could rap all day if I wanted, man I'm on fire, you bet your **** i be going 100. Inspired by tupac and biggie smalls, Canadian born y'all, my rhymes are as magestic as Niagara falls. Back to the subject, working out a message to give to my public. To sum up this rap, stop being so negative, work out, get out, and make sure you take less and instead try to increasingly give.

I know I can’t change my past but I can change my future, you don’t need to go back to the past to understand your future. We are definitely in a time zone, and the time zone is what your opinion is on life, so if you think your life going nowhere, you just want to end it with a kitchen knife, or living is flourishing, you can’t wait to being happy for the rest of your life. Yeah time to forget and forgive the prequel, this is a time to start your sequel. Yeah, bad life to good life, good meets bad, bad meets evil, time to make a new life, forget about the prequel, and time to make a new sequel. Young, new, and free, we have just fought in the war; we have found the key to survival, the key is how we survived the blood and gore. The end is coming, yeah it has just begun, man I telling you the truth when I say it’s not going to be fun. Yeah Liars, haters, fakers, and money-makers, we all are going to die but we just waste our lives watching some basketball featuring the Lakers. Time is my enemy, it definitely is not a friend to me, and I used to be a faker because I used to hide my true self, which you could not see. Yeah, we will one day be the land of the free, but for now we fight, we fight for our rights, and if we die don’t worry cause we’ll be dining with the king that night. Yeah, time keeps getting faster, I may be an inspirational speaker but I would not consider myself some Pastor. I was a hot head, but now I have cooled down a notch, but there are still times where I have to bring out a bottle of scotch. Yeah from hopeless to hopeful, from pain to happiness, from hate to love, we are set from our cage like a peaceful dove. Time’s up, what’s the meaning for our lives now, what did u do in your life which made u really proud, we like to be the change, the difference, the one not a part of the rest of the crowd. We sing and we shout, but when it comes to being the bigger man we just stink like trout. We stay our masked self’s from reality, we can’t be ourselves so we strike out and get a lot of fouls, we lose the game which feels as bad as a fatality but that’s just reality. Man I know life aint fair, I would know I’ve been there, but we have to get bracken before we are renewed, man our lives can be kidnapped by evil and feel sorry for ourselves and we just give it a movie title like taken.

Night brings fright to my delight, where angels and demons fight. While wanderers search for hope, while addicts learn to cope. Soon night takes over, soon death may attack, soon rich become beggars that lack. While Ill thoughts may circle in one's mind, compulsion takes over and what may transpire cannot be unwounded. Walking down dark paths, searching for reasons to live, having the faintest hope that you have an answer to give. What is worse wanting to die or behind dead inside, either way their is no light inside to keep staying bonafide. To be or to not is the question that leaves some so distraught. Desperate times, desperate measures, doesn't matter if your an idiot or if you're clever. Wanting to let go of the lever, wondering if life will ever get better. Isolating and severing off from friends and family, is dangerous because then the story usually ends in tragedy. Suicidal tendencies, depression seeps in, wanting to give in to these darkly whims. Stuck with grim desires, wanting to just give up and set the world on fire. Just mortals longing to be invincible, if only we knew that others think that we are pretty incredible. We long to be free, but we don't know how to be free, we have lost touch with who we used to be. No longer recognize the persons in the mirror, wondering if you'll ever see clearer again, which is one of our greatest fears. To death do I part, from who I was from the start? Walking with Ill thoughts with strange intentions, I think I know why people say I need an intervention.  Walking without a purpose, that night I wanted to end it all because I felt worthless. Night destroys the once firm foundation I once stood on, good thing there were still people in my life that I could lean on. To death do I part I don't even need others to hurt me because I'm already pretty good at breaking my own heart? Felt like I was slipping away into oblivion, for I was a lost soul that once thought he could control this dominion. Is he a coward to die or a coward for wanting to live life that is what I had to ask myself when I was holding that sharp knife! Would I be in hell, would I be in purgatory, would I be heaven, or will there be nothing which would mean I have wasted my life believing in falsified stories. I've seen to much, I've heard to much, am I normal or am I out touch clinging onto beliefs like a crutch. I was so broken, I was so done, and looking over the horizon for hope like it was the sun. To death do I part, though I have missed the mark so many times because I was in the dark! But now light shines so bright upon me, I was once blind but now I can see. The past is the past; I have to forget about my prequel, so that I can start a new sequel. This concludes my Classy interlude thanks for listening to me, but don't worry I'll be back because you can't **** my rap dynasty. To death I shall part ways from, instead I'll be vacationing in the Caribbean drinking some **** good ***.

To Kanye, what's with your hate on Tupac, when you were trying to hate on em' you were just describing yourself. Man Tupac was the real deal, your just a sell out. You've obviously been hanging out with the Kardashians too long because you've become a real *****! Man your music is pretty good no lie, but compared to Tupac's music it's a bunch of ****. So pack your bags and leave rap, just get out. You're a fool, a narcissist, the only thing you deserve is a punch to your face, maybe it'll knock some sense back into your brain. Maybe then you'll realize your crucial mistake. Kanye you have lost my respect, and I'm not the only one. You're not a real rapper you're just a jealous little troll who should've stayed under their bridge. All you care about is the spotlight, you're a pertinacious big shot with a tiny ****, you're a disgrace to music, to put it bluntly you just ****!

To old to make much of a difference, To young to understand life's significance. To tired to awaken to my surroundings, To stressed to appreciate everything that is around me. To under appreciated by my colleagues, To determined to become just another person that has succumbed to being melon cully.  To over worked to see my good work, To entitled to enjoy all my perks. To needy for approval, To prideful to go back to faith and get a revival. To many things to do or to say, that I can no longer see that I have lost my way. Too much thoughts seep into my head, am I truly alive or am I just the walking dead.

Why is that people only care about **** culture, when it actually happens to their daughters, to their sisters, to their brothers, to their mothers, fathers or even their grandfathers and grandmothers?
Why do we ignore when others have been ***** or domestically abused?
Or why do we change the channel when it’s discussed on the news?
We do have hold these covert rules and hush any fools that try to break these rules?
Why can’t we give our children the tools to better watch out or deal with these ghouls?
Why is it an inappropriate topic to discuss in schools.
They say not to make a mountain out of mole hills?
‘So, just pretend it didn’t happen and just stomach it along with some pills.’
Just what the doctor prescribed, yet no matter how many pills we take we feel dead inside.
For we can’t hide from this monster, maybe that’s why a lot choose suicide.
It’s not just a phase or a mental illness yet that’s how we choose to cut the pie.
Yet if we saw beyond the surface, maybe we would see other reasons why?
Why this happens.
Why it’s important and should no longer be ignored.
Why it continues.
Why it’s more complex than we think and the many factors that lead to this.
And lastly why we need to love and support those through it.

Walking around with socks in Croc's looking so fly, with my expensive Starbucks and saggy ears from the extensions I put in a couple years ago, I wish that in my youth I never strived for getting high. I wanted to be cool with a man bun and ugly tatts, had a beanie cap but I could go back I would never let myself do that. Wife beaters, sometimes with preppy jeans or short, I was styling but now I find myself in court. I could never find any good jobs because of the stupid **** I did to fit in, I'm scarred to go to jail, and I know that I'll be a **** buddy to all those perverts looking at me with their demonic grins. Why did I roll with what society and my friends were handing out, and now I'm in a jam and I know there's no getting out. Groupies always riding with me, but now none of them are here to see me, alone with no way to be free. So much regrets, how did my life end up in such disaster, I can blame my family and friends or God even though I know I'm just as much to blame for this calamity, and that I can be somewhat of a ****** cheeky *******. Toxic, this whole thing is just so toxic, and I'm so sick and I know it just how it goes, even though sometimes I know that I can be as stubborn as a brick. Only seeing **** from the bridge of my nose, didn't give a **** about purity, I just slept with a whole bunch of hoes. Smocking ****, drinking a whole lot of jack Daniels and Hennessey, popped some Molly's, man I swear every time I did I felt like I was in the land of Disney. Looking back at my life is so dizzying, teacups go round and round, circle of life, and in the center of it all I was a god, I was king. Self centered and self afflicted, I couldn't handle my problems so I did drugs and now I'm too addicted. So toxic, but I can't stop it, I have tried to become clean but eventually I would always run back to it. Chasing a dream, face all white from all the *******, and its all the same, thinking I was a real g when I went to the ******* and made it rain. ***** all day, ***** all night, till I ran out of money, and all of them flew away from me like they was a runaway kite. Toxic, I just was so ****** up, thought I was so tough, but when it came to defending myself I couldn't buck up. Faded phases, just a maze rat running through all of society's test mazes. Peer pressure, societal pressure, intoxicating my mind, but what I'm left with is nothing, I must have been out of my mind. Adult crimes, adult decisions, not some punk kid anymore with no restrictions. Don't define yourself by what others do, just be you and do what you want to do. Everyone makes mistakes, don't do anything you'll later regret and I know its hard but I believe you can cut through all the worlds toxic filled snakes. Life isn't fair nor is it equal, and we are not a perfect people, but with perseverance and hope we can have a good sequel. Change happens, life moves fast, but if we keep in the toxins that are killing us and this world we won't be able to last.

I’ve become addicted to an image,
I could never full grasp,
Heart is hollow,
With my mind spinning,
Running laps.
Wondering how long,
It’ll take for me to collapse.
Don’t tell me to relax,
I thought I was through all this ****,
But it comes back to haunt me,
On medication,
To dull out the empty.
The emptiness that lives inside.
That almost lead me down a path of suicide.
A shame embedded deep inside.
An anxiety that tried to hide.
Within a fake smile.
Telling you that I’m okay.
When I wasn’t.
I’m sorry for that.
My brain has become a tangled web.
And I’m not sure if I can untangle it.
It’s like the Two sides of my soul have been caught up in an entanglement.
****.

Addicted to a fantasy.
That used to look innocent.
Temptation was the ecstasy,
That left me in imprisonment.

Yeah I was addicted to a fantasy.
That used to look innocent.
Wonder I could snap back to reality.
And beat this ****?

It’s like every-time I try to escape,
I end up having a relapse,
Who knew that lust packs a punch?
That has turned my brain to mush,
That is always looking for a rush,
Can this stain on my heart,
Ever be washed?
I ask myself,
As I sit and wonder,
For one can hibernate all they want,
But that doesn’t take away the hunger.
Wish I wasn’t so foolish when I was younger.
For when I look in the mirror now,
All I see is a monster.
Was taught respect women,
Yet here I am an imposter.
That if he’s honest,
Doesn’t even honour himself.
Is told he is amazing and funny.
Yet he can’t see his own wealth.
If only people could see his struggles with mental health.
And the trauma that has been dealt.
Which doesn’t excuse the behaviour,
Of a sinner who is...

Addicted to a fantasy.
That used to look innocent.
Temptation was the ecstasy,
That left me in imprisonment.

Yeah I was addicted to a fantasy.
That used to look innocent.
Wonder I could snap back to reality.
And beat this ****?

Struggling with love,
As I fumble through it,
Not fully sure if there is a man above.
But I’ll get through it.

Father was all out of love,
But I grew accustomed to it,
Was caged like a dove,
Till I broke through it.
Shattered the glass ceiling,
Because I said ***** it.
My heart was reeling,
Got married then divorced before I knew it.
Wish I could leave it all behind,
But my trauma keeps me stuck in it.
Sometimes I wish I could rewind,
The time my heart took leadership from my mind.
For I always was chasing love because I never had it,
Thought I found the perfect magician but now all I’m left with is a rabbit.
With negative self talk becoming a habit.
If looking for love was a drug,
I’d be a crack addict.
For my self-worth was mugged,
Got my swerving into oncoming traffic.
At least then my death could be like my birth; ******* tragic.

For I’m...
Struggling with love,
As I fumble through it,
Not fully sure if there is a man above.
But I’ll get through it.

Trapped In A Vice
Creeping, hope fleeting, demon awakening, hope inside draining, names in vain spoken lividly. Person in the mirror screaming, my momma praying, but it may be to late because my faith is failing. Not fully sure if I'm sure what I'm saying, for I’m just trailing off in my own discombobulated brain trying my best to not be crying. For men always have to be smiling, for your not a man if other emotions be showing. So these emotions I got to be hiding, but now I’ve become desensitized to your feelings. **** how ironic; **** better smoke me some chronic and then drink some gin and tonic.

Because that’s going to fix it however, I don't even think bob the builder can fix this ****. Drawing lines in the sand, so don't be throwing that first stone unless you've never done a sin beforehand. In which case you may show judgment, but last I checked only God could make that discernment. That being said a lot of yawl thinks ya Gods, but yawls are most likely a bunch of egotistical hollow insecure facades. No man can tell me what to do, and no man has the right to assume me to have some type of disability and for those who have how dare you. Just because I don't conform to your blasphemies and hypocritical distortions doesn't give you the right to treat me like an abortion. I am human you ******* ignoramuses, for if history were written correctly my people would be martyrs and victims whilst yours would be seen as the heinous barbaric savages.

Why is it when I speak no one listens? Why is it when I talk about atrocities people justify it by saying we had to make you Christian? For your savage life don't be working us! This may be the land of the free but there ain't no freedom for us! Who do I trust? When God turned his back? Who do I look for guidance to help me keep my life on track? Feel like just a speck man I'm feeling pathetic, so don't you give me heck if I die an addict. Drugs flowing through the blood to wash away the pain of others who have shoved our faces in the mud. We got nothing to show our next generations all because of racist appropriation and segregation. Maybe God isn't the true problem, yeah maybe it's man but all I know is **** has taken a beating to the fan.

Trying my best to look fantastic, trying my best not to cry because even if I did this world wouldn't be sympathetic. Left with forgotten culture, forgotten language, forgotten promises to treaties, and once the oil stops flowing we will become a third world country covered in feces. Don't believe me look at Hobbema, which is now known as maskwacis, which for some has become the **** of people’s jokes; like why can't people mind their own **** business? Lost in this heartless reality, just a causality of poor circumstance implemented by this ******* that Canada hasn't done anything wrong but now you know the reality. The reality is nothing will be done they'll just keep saying "sorry", and then forget us and leave us like Andy did his toys in the third toy story.

My heart has become a revolving door,
Don’t know who I am anymore.
Feel like I’m empty to the core,
Never satisfied, always wanting more.
How can it be?
That the richest person,
Can still be poor?

My minds a minefield,
But I’m not prepared for war.
Nooooo, woah oo yeah.
Was not prepared for war!

Yeah, I’m trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!

I’m just trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, Yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!

Trapped in my mind,
With these mines all around me.
Let out a cry for help,
Hoping someone comes and finds me.
I’m so broken and so lost.
Yeah I’m lonely.
Not designed to be confined,
With these thoughts of suicide,
Yeah they haunt me.
And I know it’s unhealthy,
To keep all these emotions locked inside,
Because I know it’ll **** me.
But it’s hard to open up,
To those who don’t even know the real me.
Especially when I don’t even know,
Who the hell is the real me.
Don’t even know the real me.

Trapped in a prison,
Of my own making.
Caged to the world,
Curled up into a ball,
Overthinking my flaws,
It can be so, **** grating!
My hearts become a jigsaw,
How much more can it keep breaking?
And when I close my eyes,
Apart of me hopes,
that I wont be reawakening.
Wondering when I lost the ability,
Of chasing dreams?
Wondering when was the last time I smiled,
And it actually meant something?

My minds a minefield,
But I’m not prepared for war.
Nooooo, woah oo yeah.
Was not prepared for war!

Yeah, I’m trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!

I’m just trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, Yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!

Growing up from generations bastardized,
Growing up trying to cope with these ******* eyes.
How can I grow? Tell me how can I grow?
They say you reap what you sow.
My family has wept, broken and bruised intoxicated by the white man's wheat.
A fire water that still burns to this day.
You can see it everywhere the homeless sleep & the vultures creep.
Such is the state of decay.
That spreads like the disease of a small box blanket.

Let me begin, insecurities are disastrous for people, you may think yourself ugly when really you are perfect and beautiful. Don't believe the lies by what envious people say, don't let them slam you down. Don't let negativity engulf you, don't judge yourself, or hate yourself. If you don't like how you feel or how you look, you can work it out in the gym or in a counseling session. Treat your body as if it were a temple. Develop healthy habits instead impulsively bad habits. Sometimes the biggest supporter and your biggest opponent can be yourself. Its a constant battle with your mind, your heart and your emotions. Don't blow a gasket but don't keep it all in, you have to learn how to have self-control. You are beautifully and wonderfully made. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it. A healthy mind and heart creates a happy attitude. Accept that you can never be perfect, but that is what makes up who you are. The person who friends and family can look up too. The person who doesn't care what others think. Because now you know that you are exuberantly jaw dropping gorgeous.

They say I’m in mint condition with my mink coat jacket but when I see myself in the mirror I don’t like my reflection.
I feel like I need a viewer discretion over my head, for its suggestive and covered in red.
All my life I had to deal with red tape, and I realized there’s no escape for this savage ape.
So ugly they say, might as well ******* or try your luck with the gays.
Was deemed too dense, and apparently also had no fashion sense.

Two-faced Harvey dents, dying a hero or living long enough to becoming corrupt in one’s own moral fundament’s.
Walking the road, filling the void, for things don’t bode well when you don’t fit the mould.
Yet we are still seen as a mold that rots the status quo.
But ***** it on with the show!
Introducing a scrawny man in woe trying to make mo, but for every dollar he makes his dignity plummets in the stool.
For one can’t make something of their life if they can’t afford school.
But society doesn’t mind for your seen as just another tool in the machine.
Where those in power make the real cha-Ching!
Which makes one cling on the clip trying to bring themselves to blowing out their brains!

Wishing they were plain so they could experience what’s it’s like to ride the gravy train.
For being called names pollutes the veins of those once sane. Draining out the savage from the child in order to make us tame.
I am not able to handle you Cain!
For pain sustains privileged and jealous terrain!
Getting nervous when those who remain try to regain morality for the truly ordained.
No longer will you be entertained by nailing and crucifying us in Jesus’ name!
No more will be hanged or martyred for your hunger games!
Over 600 hundred years a slave is long enough!
Yeah! No more will you keep us chained!

connected through pain, connected through joy, connected through love,
we are connected through experiences. Strength is not hiding who you are, you are with friends, they are going to judge you. That's what true friends are for, they see you for who you really are and they still are there for you. Because your connected, because through the thick and thin, you'll be there for each other. Trust is not gained until it is earned, loyalty is not something that is weak between true friends, it is something that grows gradually over time. True friends forever, till the end of time!

Let me begin by saying ***** Harper, ***** Mulcair, and ***** Trudeau, they all corrupt, well to be fair they are after all political. I don't know how i'm going to vote for this upcoming election, because all the people running for prime minister are all a bunch of white dudes that are such ***** kills. They are so bland but they think themselves so high in demand, those cocky hypocritical ****** are hilariously cynical. As a native I know I really should vote, but when none of the applicants give a crap about my people, I might as well spin a wheel. For real nothing is going to change, I feel like nothing matters, that it won't matter if I do vote, and i'm not the only one out there that feels that way. I want to be proud about my decisions in life, but this is one decision I don't know if I should make. When less than 40% of Canadians actually   vote, that is not good; like compared to people who go watch ****** movies, there is still a higher percentage of people who show up to watch it; so it be more productive for me to watch fifty shades of grey. I think something is wrong with that, people died so we could vote, I am not trying to be a baggy blow hard, but if you don't vote, I believe that is a crucial mistake. Either way the choice is truly our own, we have to live with the decisions we make, whether it be good or bad.

Walking in the rain,
Trenched to my bones.
Barren as that day.
The day you left me.

Drowning in my tears,
With our house, no longer my home.
Blank as that day.
The day you left me.

You were the paintbrush to my canvas,
The light in the dark,
So, as I walk in this tearful rain.
I wonder if you are also in pain.
The day I laid with another.

Wish I could soak up this mess.
Guess I was the one who left you to drown,
In this tearful rain.
Barren as that day.
I cheated on you.

Drowning in your tears,
With a house, empty as your heart.
Stained as that day.
The day I betrayed you.

I be meaning well,
When I excel,
Like maxwell,
Ding ding … ring the bell.
Kiss my diamond crusted pinky ring,
Gotta do what ya gotta do to win the belt.
Cry to Press like unlisted peons but that won’t make ya king.
Ya scrawny otters need to drink some milk.
Cause unlike ya ******* I’m built!
Built up from the ground cause I was willing to,
Step over ya unwilling to leave the pound.
Stepping over haters that tried to keep me down; self-defeating.
Narratives excusing and excluding.
Spinning wheels never ending, never changing.
Fearing Success cause its a blood sport that Damns Van’s & Claude-Jeans.
Never to be main characters like Jimmy  Neutron, left to starve on Planet Sheen.

Gradually getting great, while fracturing the bones of fretting fakes. Channeling my personified state, my goal has been to dismantle and open up your minds gate. Passionately petrified of how I feel inside, but I will no longer hide, unashamed **** never going to stop my stride. You want it then go for it, don't go bowing down to this society's jealous ridden *******. You are more than that, don't let those ****** treat you like slack. Classically calling it for how I see it, this is how I perceive, don't like it, but I don't really give two *****. One must be asking themselves why they acting to hard, or why they are always on guard. Is it something about you, is it just some distorted view of believing the vile things people be saying about you? Hmm, maybe I getting somewhere, or maybe I'm just zany and just blissfully unaware of this atmosphere.

under a lot, working, going off to school, momma ain't raise no fool, not some tool, with enlightenment it established me to not turn cruel. Pressure from friends, pressure from society, under all this stress, life has become so hectic, debating all throughout my head man my head is as loud and annoying like congress. Math I can't count how many times I can't seem to fail at it, but I don't need it, I am physiologist artistic politician so I think I got enough wit. Untitled undisputed champion, motion caption extravagant, I win rap battles all the time, yeah party's every night, 24 celebration. Unknown, keep growing in my words, wanting to amp up my verbs, kicking out these fabricated rappers to the curb.

Eye sight can deceive you,
Confirmation bias will blind you,
From the finite exploration, into what is true.
But truth is subjective,
And proof can actually be lie’s hidden within the hedges,
So, be careful about your perspective,
Because it could actually be defective,
Infected by skewed corporate collectives,
Directing the traffic, towards their twisted objectives.
I might just swerve into a different direction,
Then climb up a mountain for a different view,
In order to pursue a journey that is new,
For I will no longer stay shaded or remain so blue,
Got to charge up my ki like I’m  goku,
And use logic to overcome the numbers like sudoku,
And although society may try to put up them walls,
It doesn’t matter because I’ll break through!
To the other side,
For I will make this year my breakthrough,
As I decided to no longer be over generalized!
Or be summarized into only one category.
For you are not the writer of my story!

Let me just transcribe these fine lines,
Filled with grey and red highlights,
I swear imma lose my mind,
Or be forced to go plus ultra on these folk like I’m All-Might!
So, much for free speech,
I guess I’ll just mumble around with no punchlines,
I feel like I’m stuck in the confines and losing sight,
With my dreams being impeached.
While my corporate overlords overload me with fluff pieces,
To appease the masses,
How we supposed to look at things clearly and objective?
How we supposed to see if you smash our glasses?
Sometimes, I just wish people would just get off my *** man,
Or at least stop demonizing me like the tax man,
Especially, when I sacrificed so much fam!
And all for what? Being bombarded like I’m the Taliban?
I just don’t understand?
Help me ******* comprehend!
How your offence over what I said,
Or did is grounds for chopping off my hands?
Just because you got so over sensitive,
With some harsh truth?
Tell me how the **** that works?
It’s not like I’m trying to rip out your tooth,
For unlike you I’m not a heartless ****!

Up in the clouds that's where you'll find me
Free from all tranquillity's
Free to be who I want to be
Up in the clouds relaxing in perfect harmony
Away from the diseased society under me
Floating above so high, with no worries
Up in the clouds where I'm meant to be
Never worrying, never scared, for I am in Eternity

Rap game is a glass ceiling,
Shucky ducky quack quack,
Lame ***** reeling,
Over oldies and throwbacks.
Imitating vaudevillians,
Because originality has flattened,
Such simpletons,
More useless than pions,
Lacking the accuracy,
Of a destructo-disc thrown by Krillin.
Tacky ducks more quack than Daffy.
Quirky queens more dunce than Daphne.
The mystery is in the ink that separates,
The Shaggy’s from the prodigies.
Could stab a friend in the back,
For snacks like ******.
Not much of a strategy.
It’s like your trying to intentionally,
Upset a Wookie.
Maybe your just tone deaf,
Like Eminem referencing the dougie,
Or make dad jokes more horrific than Chucky.
Get it?
Because chucky is a horror movie?
Why aren’t you laughing?

Rap game is a glass ceiling,
Shucky ducky quack quack,
Lame ***** reeling,
Over oldies and throwbacks.
Ll cool j don’t call it a comeback,
Slavery of the masses,
Taking Prozac,
To combat malpractice,
Depression a felon inside and outside,
Laws becoming lawless and unbalanced,
Innocents committing suicide,
Because the powerful are careless,
These ******* should be embarrassed,
That their privileged ***,
Can fake smiles enough to win Emmy’s
Minds material madness.
Gotta mind your true enemy.
Instead of being consumed by fadness.
Losing ones humanity,
To become the next Ken or Barbie.
But you too bad and boujee,
A hollow shell stuck in comatose,
Consumed by the sea,
Set up to fall like dominos,
Thinking you free,
But can’t see,
As the crows grow,
Bundled in circles,
As your drowning,
In asbestos,
For every pro there are cons that lurk in the shadows.

Smash, slash, and if you're a noob you spam. Video Games the most interactive experience ever, it brings out the best and worst out of all of us. Combos and controls to study, instead of trying to study for an upcoming test. Some people say video games turns your brain into mush, but studies show that video games actually help people in the real world. Oh how I love video games they let me experience things outside can't, and even though movie versions of games aren't that good, I never usually get disappointed with sequels. Video games create more than fun times, they have also helped create my identity. So thank you video games for making me who I am.

Grimiss crimson gruesome violet rose,
Gripping ripping sifting drifting through mindless thought,
Gain pain train to achieve

As I live and breathe calmly,
All of this and much more I see,
As I dream this dream

Or is it secretly reality,
Oddly that odd may create an even,
Ogling these mind boggling concepts

Soon all will fade into nothingness.
Come what may.
In all its elegance.

Embrace the void.
Like a Consumer establishment.
Fate is something one cannot avoid.
For Nothing happens by accident.
I Hope we can re-try this life once again.

Nothing lasts forever.
At least that’s what we are told.
Well thought out intentions;
Can Create later consequences for both young and old.

Soon all will fade into nothingness.
Come what may.
In all its elegance.

Tick tock, down goes the hand of hate.
Till the serpent eats its tail again.
Perhaps selfishness is innate?
To some extent…
Do we deserve to try this once again?
However…

Nothing lasts forever.
At least that’s what we are told.
Well thought out intentions;
Can Create later consequences for both young and old.

Soon all will fade into nothingness.
Come what may.
In all its elegance.

Watchful gaze, beautiful display, playful curiosity is this love game, got me lost like I'm in a maze. Twisting and turning, got that yearning, don't tease me girl with those mind games that got my heart a burning. Dangerous eyes, boy do I feel alive, love is in the air, got me swimming in the sky. Nothing distasteful, how could I ever become hateful with someone so loveable. Got the love fever, got me chasing ******, but once I got you, I promise that I will never leave yah. This is no phase, got to be careful; love can be as fragile as a vase. Powerful and independent, making boys cower, while men reserve to become your life resident. Not here to take control, I just want to help you steer life's wheel. I'm in it for partnership.

I'm in it for an eternal friendship, because that what makes a really strong healthy relationship. You are everything to me, how can you continue to be able to handle me. I really don't know, but I do know that you turned my stone heart to snow. One and only, won me over, don't need no four leaf clover, because being with you is like living in the land of Disney. Rely on me to be there for thee, you don't ever have to try to buy my loyalty. For this is just chemistry, can't deny it either, it's just elementary. You and me, truth and honesty, never have to lie to thee. As the world spins round, we stay bound together even after were buried into the ground.

Soul redeemer of this lowly dreamer, you have my back, and I got yours, it doesn't need to be Valentines Day for me to buy you some flowers. Forever and always till the end, whatever the endeavor, you know a hand we will lend. More than friends, no matter the bends or rough patches, our love stays strong and won't ever end. As I lay beside you with my head on your heart, I don't regret anything; yeah I will never want to have a restart. Everyday is an adventure, and as we venture forward our love will never be tainted, for our love is pure.

On the road to fire,
For there isn’t room in heaven.
Got a steadfast desire,
A home left to pursue monetary gains.
Dreaming of hope, when family is broken.
Longing for friends, for isolation has gotten lonely.
As time toils on.
So too does this ageing horizon.
Youthful foolish play turns to a rhythm of wisdom.
When I die, I know I’ll leave behind a legacy!
A legacy that’s kept within the music kingdom.
For others to one day discover.
Then the cycle of this circle continues on.
The baton is passed on to the next runner.
With Trends and rumors circulating, controversy always lingering a bit further behind.
And if one does not follow, they are eating by lions.
Touring nations and loving ladies when roaming town to town.
Loving every moment.
Until that moment fades to memories.
That will one day make for great stories.

And then I wake up…
Just to pour another drink.
Yeah I wake up…
To swallow pills that give some relief.

And I wake up…
Alone again
Wonder if today's the day,
I put bullets through my head.

Times almost up cause…
Addiction be my lover,
Times almost up cause I'm…
Running out of veins to discover.

Tell me why? Tell me why?
I must remain while those I love die!
Tell me why? Tell me why?
I still feel everything, yet can no longer cry?
Tell me why? Tell me why?
Why can't I die? Why can't I die?

See I grew up being a failure,
Got abused left and right,
Some days I swear I saw my maker.
Asking him why I keep having to fight?
A cruel world filled with misdemeanours.
That delight in cockfights.
Never roosting on their morals,
Instead, they make mountains out of molehills.
Clubbing tender-hearted fools like me refusing to club the seals.
After all, Men can't show weakness they gotta be hard as steel!
This must be a nightmare cause this **** can't be for real?

And then I wake up…
Just to pour another drink.
Yeah I wake up…
To swallow pills that give some relief.

And I wake up…
Alone again
Wonder if today's the day,
I put bullets through my head.

I'm so torn inside,
Since the day they tore me from my mother.
Grew up in a penitentiary reciting Our Father.
Torn from a culture, from my sisters and my brothers.
Many tried to escape but could not escape the vultures.
After all we might have lost our culture,
But we couldn't bleach the colour…
Of our sin, oops I meant skin.
Then again it was all the same to them.
The supposed holy ones that wore the devils grin.
Uh, but **** it for my….

Times almost up cause…
Addiction be my lover,
Times almost up cause I'm…
Running out of veins to discover.

Tell me why? Tell me why?
I must remain while those I love die!
Tell me why? Tell me why?
I still feel everything, yet can no longer cry?
Tell me why? Tell me why?
Why can't I die? Why can't I die?

And then I wake up…
Just to pour another drink.
Yeah I wake up…
To swallow pills that give some relief.

And I wake up…
Alone again
Wonder if today's the day,
I put bullets through my head.

All I sees is crossroads, I take one step forward trying not to look back at the path I once walked. I find myself currently confined in a unrelenting never settling storm, why do I even try to keep going on. Stuck in my business suit looking like such a fraud, I live in a broken home, where my family always gets into fights, instead of sitting down and have a cleansing mature talk. Childish adults, but I still choose to go out every day for work, so I can provide for my son. I don't want him to grow up like his old man, bitter, filled with regrets that if he had another chance would take it back. The world is cruel, people are crude, but when I look in my son's proud eyes when I walk through the door, it makes this life seem more bearable. Walking out in the stormy dark night, I see people with umbrella's looking down at me like i'm a quack. I try not to look, I just want to stay on track, don't care what others think, as long as I can keep food on the table. My son doesn't seem to worry about us being poor, he just smiles and tells me, " I love you daddy, because you're so strong." I don't perceive myself as strong, I am definitely determined, but knowing my kid see's me as a super hero, helps me stay sturdy in this uncertain world. No santa, no tooth fairy, no easter bunny, no vacations to disney land or to a tropical island; I feel guilt and shame that I have done wrong. Two sides of me keep arguing how I should be, or what I should do, same as the rest of my family who always say, " you're such a failure Jerold." Not my boy though, the light of my life that guides me to achieving my goals.  I want to see the world with my son, I want him to experience all the different kinds of food, I want to teach him how to never lose track of his morals. Giving him the life I never had, giving him the hope to keep dreaming, giving him a better education to decipher between conspiracy's and fact. All this I consider as I stand waiting to walk across the road to find a new job and start a new life. I am only temporarily out of my current job, I am only currently out of order with my and family relationships. I will no longer let the past or others dictate who I should be, I will finally be me, choosing not to be dragged down by strife. Not just for my son, but for me as well walking towards my destiny, no longer going to waiver, because I got both of my hands on the wheel of life, with a a firmer grip.

Desperate human being walking around feeling like he aint worth anything. Opening doors that makes things worse, but he is hurt, so consumed in the mindset that he hates everything. Walking around with no intent on where to go, feels like he has no purpose, he feels like he is just a demented individual. Walking closer to death, starting to think about drugs and alcohol to cure him, even though he knows it''l make his life more grim. Second time that has been this close to committing suicide, he's not feeling alright, he is not sure what to do, there is a fight in his mind telling him to decide. He can't stay in the house, he wants to get out, not really sure what life is about. So he goes on a walk in the cold and dark night, trying to stay in his right mind but it's a tough fight.

I’m tired of being docile,
I’m just tired from trying to be a decent role model,
As I’m shopping down these Walmart aisles,
With staff circling me like some ******* eels,
Thinking imma steal,
Asking for my receipt as I leave,
Putting they arms on my sleeve,
When I say no,
Because they have no right to check me homie,
Unless they have reason to believe,
That I’m a thieving liar,
But that ain’t me G.
But now you’ve unleashed my fire.
So, some body call the town choir,
Because somebody is about to be fired!
And some of yawl be saying,
But what can I do about racial profiling?
That has undermining and marginalizing,
Anyone that doesn’t conform to white priorities?
Which is ******* silly.
Oh, you don’t like me spitting these facts, sue me.
Truly, this is appalling,
But, most of yawl already stopped listening,
Isn’t it fitting?
In a land of opportunity,
One wrong step, the white cop gonna shoot me.
Arresting me for driving while ethnic,
Didn’t your mother teach you ethics?
When did our world become so pathetic?
Giving people like me smaller portions to live with,
While at the same time telling me to get over it!
I’m so sick and tired of this ****!
Man, I just can no longer stand it!
Getting questioned every time I step out of my **** house,
Man, that tragic.
And it isn’t just Walmart,
Or the cops,
It is this whole **** society,
Institutionalized to give the white kid a lollipop.
Man, **** Walmart,
And the cops,
**** this whole **** society,
For continuing to give marginalized people like me a sucker punch!

Hands clasped buried beneath the rubble.
Love has run cold.
Faces flushed with dried tears.
Flags burned to match everything else.
Cries muffled by bombs and gunshots.

These are dark days Indeed.
Perhaps death is the only time we are truly free.
Free from the pain inflicted by those so insane.
Everyone is either starved of food or from humanity.
War sure is a terrible thing

Welcome to the battleground of life, stuff happens that you can't explain, their may be some death and their will be some struggles and pain, and after the war is over will we even be the same. To survive the floods and flame's, to survive starvation, and to fight the thoughts that say I should just put a bullet through my brains. To be able to put up with crap from other people, to forgive a person whose abused you just sounds crazy or surreal, but it's not for them it's for you, time to get rid of the hate so can start a new sequel. Are you living you're life for yourself or for other's, are you the wimp under the covers or are you the man who gives up everything for the freedom of others. Poppy's in flander's field, to love one's we've lost, the price for peace was an expensive and devastating cost. The traumatic experiences that would change the world, the fight for right's and equality, to be able to believe in anything you want, to get rid of hate and stereotypical inogoles. Amazing grace how sweet that sound that saved a hard nosed person like me, from being blind from the truth to being able see it, from thinking I couldn't make it, to being able to build it up for everyone to see. I was lost in my own selfish mind set, to finding the humility to be thankful and honest. I used to think life was like a nursery song like ring around the rosy, yeah I just thought we lived and died and that was it, but I found out their is more to life that lead me down a path of enlightenment.

I fall, but I pick myself up, I start to drown but I get saved, I've walked through the valley of the shadow of death. I have faced the storms, I have persevered through every obstacle in my path. I am a warrior, fire doesn't burn me, ice doesn't cool me, but I am also the servant who serves a higher purpose, that doesn't do it for the glory or the praise. I am not some dumb animal, you may cage me, but you can't cage my spirit. You may **** me, yet I live eternal, not by my power, but by God's power.

War within my soul, war within my thoughts, war within how I should act,look or talk. This is the battleground, this is the battle with heaven and hell, where will I be when the world rings it's final bell. Don't know what to do, God you said to leave it all to you, didn't you. Mind you I strayed away from that, I wanted instantaneous fun, but now it's time for war, but I'm not ready for combat. I never expected a coup d'etat, I never expected to have to defend my way I live, to busy enjoying the high life as an aristocrat. War with everyone, war with no one beside me, pushed away everyone for what I thought was gold; but it turned out to be poison ivy. How I got to this point, how I never noticed what I had, everything loses value just like this life i've been living was a temporary fad. Now I'm mad, but what can I do, moment after moment slipping away from what was true. I talked about how society corrupts, and yeah it corrupted me, so much so that when I look in the mirror, I don't recognize the person in front of me. I hate the devil, but it turned out that I was getting tricked by him, am I to late to change because at this moment my fate seems grim.

Reese’s pieces scattered on the floor,
Different species like E.T but yet I’m deemed a predator.
Got the heart like a triceratops but looked at as a raptor to the cops.
Population drops; more like population control.
Darkened representation that be invading normative rules.
Starving depression that gets sliced open like a c-section.
All based on first impressions, all based on racist predispositions.
I say Watson this **** sure locks us in a precarious position?
No wonder the majority of minority’s are in prison!
Which then makes me wonder about authority and how it’s chosen?
For I don’t see the wisdom?
And in this rigged prism based elections,
I wonder why there hasn’t been any correction?
Maybe there is a conspiracy correlation,
That believes coloured folk are the ones that need correction.
Making coats with our lost kin,
Then rationalizing the destruction of seven generations.
Which then brews hatred that kills any validation.
Then to take matters worse they took our blood for their ink quill to write on the constitution.
Which is an intrusion on our human rights son!
Man whiteness is such an infection,
That gets injected into everything and everyone. **** what a great invention.
Investing into slavery, genocide, drugs, and prostitution.
Country build from the bones of primitives,
Man I haven’t seen such a betrayal since Samson feel victim to seduction!
I get it everyone got a hierarchy of needs like they Maslow!
And as the cash flows like riddles, snitches start packing so I got no time to fiddle.
For guns are more popular than instruments, and that was so instrumental in me being jailed by these corrupt governments!
**** the establishment!
For they think they subtle trying to fiddle with the actual documents.
Thinking only one fib will do,
Then the next thing ya know,
that one gets turned into two-thousand twenty two!
Telling us to respect the rules they broke,
Getting tangled up like fools yet we say there ain’t no strings on me!
Where’s Shakespeare because that’s quite an ironically sad tragedy!
**** these institutionalized structures where the rich slip through the cracks.
Where the one’s in poverty get sacked!
Where the blues spread from the use of a sax, where jazz shattered the glass!
Then rap took the mantle to disperse the facts, for being shackled impacts like income tax.
And I don’t know about you but I’m not ok with scraps, or getting the strap!
For slavery is the back bone of this country, yet whites try to subtract this dark history.
Time to pay up for I’m not ok with just a sorry!
Sorry if I lack classiness,
Sorry if you can’t handle my savageness!
But in a land of supposed progress?
It doesn’t seem like a success!
For this slow process feels like a tightrope or game of chess.
Feeling so frustrated and aggravated,
Wondering whether to do a peaceful or violent protest?
Who cares if we are emancipated,
When society is constipated!
Why do we have to make this so complicated?
Do we have to start resorting to stripping and going down on our knees like king David?
Do we continue being ok with being domesticated?
Can we be rehabilitated when the actions of our past was premeditated?
Idk man all I know is that’s just the way I see it

Welcome to my city, not that pretty but I'll stick with it, sick of it, original Canadian you can't get with me unless I give you a permit. Just a dish washer, just a native, just a rapper that won't stop, now listen to me i'll be forever real, my movement will never stop, bro I'm just getting started but I promise you I'll never flop. Grew up in E-town, only got into the rap thing since grade seven, had to release all my aggression. Artistic kid, I didn't matter if it were rap or dance, I needed to let go off my transgressions but I also hoped if I did it I could find romance. To be honest that's how I started, I rocked with it, hoping for acceptance because I hated always being the misfit. I was the awkward kid that could only hang out with the emo's and the druggy's or geeks, I never fit in, a christian kid made fun of because he was a jesus freak. That's why I get mad or question God, I'm reminded of all the nonsense I had faith in, where was God when I was caved in. The world took me in to sin, lost my way, the world has decayed, I see it as I walk through out the day. What is the truth, what it is that makes me-me, I just want to flee, I want to get out of this reality. Ill for real, words that could **** or heal, wondering if there a way I could appeal this deal. I never chose to live, I never chose to be this way, life is full of foul play. I want to change the world but I can't seem to change myself, hate everything and everyone, can't stand looking at ourselves.

Welcome to the jungle, t-dogg and me be going prehistoric on this **** so get ready to rumble. Now Dumbo, please excuse me for being blunt, but I will not be seen with precocious little runts. I'm just here to stunt, this is not a front, so back off because I am not a man to confront. I'm on the hunt for real people to be on my team, not fakers or sell outs that have as much taste in music as a Lima bean. I'm pretty keen on that, so better lean on back if I deem you as just another phony hack. Independent future star, classy j the future class, better believe that I will make it far. Blasting off like a shooting star, just getting started yet I'm already setting the bar. Native proud, standing up and helping my people's voices finally make some sound. So get up, and be loud, don’t let people shut you down, never let yourself be deceived by wicked clowns. (T-dogg) I hear you classy j, loud and clear, and I hope the day draws near for people to just love and not hate or fear. When in the jungle, things can become real trouble, and the whole system can turn to rubble. Sometimes your best bet is to only trust in you, because people are fickle, if your not careful they will ***** with you. There is a lot of change to go through, don't let others or yourself cage you in like you was in a zoo. Be free; never ever lose sight of who you want to be. This is your shot, your moment, your opportunity; I believe everyone got it in himself or herself to help rebuild not just themselves but also their community. The jungle can thrive; we just need to come alive. We just need to take a chance, after all isn’t life just one big dance? So come on and put on your pants, time to shake things up; I believe that this life we live, weren’t given to us just by chance. (Classy J) This is the jungle; all are welcome here to thrive, because we as humans need each other to survive. Not a time to point fingers, not a time to let offense continue to linger. This is a time to be a singer, time to be dreamer, time to be a speaker, you can do it, and you just have to be an eager believer. Rise up, time is never up, who cares if you fail once or twice as long as you never give up. Raise the meter, you will never get what you truly want and be happy with it if you become a cheater. You can try to cheat life, but you can’t cheat death, you just have to go step-by-step, breath-by-breath. Keep moving; keep grooving, with a positive attitude I believe your mood and self-esteem will keep on improving. Welcome to the jungle, welcome to a fresh start, don’t get pig headed,because the only way you can stay afloat is if you keep a humbled heart.

Welcome to the jungle, t-dogg and me be going prehistoric on this **** so get ready to rumble.
Now Dumbo, please excuse me for being blunt, but I will not be seen with precocious little runts.
I'm just here to stunt, this is not a front, so back off because I am not a man to confront.
I'm on the hunt for real people to be on my team, not fakers or sell outs that have as much taste in music as a Lima bean.
I'm pretty keen on that, so better lean on back if I deem you as just another phony hack.
Independent future star, classy j the future class, better believe that I will make it far.
Blasting off like a shooting star, just getting started yet I'm already setting the bar.
Native and proud, standing up and helping my people's voices finally make some sound.
So get on up, and be loud, don’t let people shut you down, never let yourself be deceived by wicked clowns.

(T-dogg)
I hear you classy j, loud and clear, and I hope the day draws near for people to just love and not hate or fear.
When in the jungle, things can become real trouble, and the whole system can turn to rubble.
Sometimes your best bet is to only trust in you, because people are fickle,
And if your not careful they will ***** with you.
There is a lot of change to go through, don't let others or yourself cage you in like you was in a zoo.
Be free; never ever lose sight of who you want to be.
This is your shot, your moment, your opportunity;
I believe everyone got it in himself or herself to help rebuild not just themselves but also their community.
The jungle can thrive; we just need to come alive.
We just need to take a chance, after all isn’t life just one big dance?
So come on and pull up your pants, time to shake things up;
I believe that this life we live, weren’t given to us just by chance.

(Classy J)
This is the jungle; all are welcome here to thrive, because we as humans need each other to survive.
Not a time to point fingers, not a time to let offense continue to linger. This is a time to be a singer, a time to be dreamer, and a time to be a speaker.
You can do it, you just have to be an eager believer.
Rise up, time is never up, who cares if you fail once or twice as long as you never give up.
Raise the meter, you will never get what you truly want and be happy with it if you become a cheater.
You can try to cheat life, but you can’t cheat death, you just have to go step-by-step, and breath-by-breath.
Keep moving; keep grooving, with a positive attitude I believe your mood and self-esteem will keep on improving.
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to a fresh start, don’t get pig headed, and please keep yourself a humbled heart.