People want me to explain my reasoning for having a cynical view of life, I don't need to, it's my life, it's my truths to believe in. You got your lie's that you say is truth same as me, life is a mystery that has no meaning. Hate is just a product of eating a apple off some tree that shouldn't have been there. Yes I know free will and all, that's all great and all, but I hate the pain I feel when I go down the road of sin. Why do I keep going in circles, every step forward is three steps back, feel like a stupid mistake; nothing more demeaning. What is right, what is wrong, who determines that, am I the only one that thinks that this society is whack. I stray from all of that, separating myself from fake rap, because I have decided not affiliate with that crap.Slipping through the cracks, trying so hard to keep breathing, because I want to make a change but every time i try it feels like i'm stepping on tacks. Belief is our only hope, that's so depressing, what is the lesson that need's addressing, what to do when it's my turn to go to bat. Life is a journey, the world is a disease, we live in a false reality, but what is reality? How did we become so water-downed, how did we become so uncultured when it comes to not offending others. We just forgot how to say how we feel, and when we do say what's on our mind, it's determined as savagery. Closing our shutters to emotions, trapped in our caskets, we are dead that's why the amount of people committing suicide is sky rocketing in the numbers.

It’s laughable how mental these cubs,
Think they so admiral,
But even experts can be fallible.
Unaware how like metal,
When heat increases it can bend ones potential.
Wonder what will be the limit,
That boils over the kettle?
Everyone thinks they Mufasa,
Till ones scars, leaves them empty vessels.
For hot air can’t always push the needle.
And words without actions are plain out feeble.
Thinking your revolutionary like Nathan Hale,
But actually your more like Jack and Jill.
Thinking once you climb that hill,
You’ll find heaven, but end up falling to hell.
A juxtaposition between fairing well and farewell.
Didn’t anyone tell you?
That pride doesn’t end well?

Pride is a slippery slide.
That pulls ya in like a rip tide.
Kings fall thinking they God.
For all human beings are flawed.

Pride is a suicide.
Yet temps like a snakes eyes.
But don’t be deceived by the facade.
For devil horns pierce, like bullets from a firing squad.

Not everything can be Hakuna Matata,
When faced against an armada.
For goodness sakes,
With these hoodlum fakes,
Acting like they chupacabras.
Don’t make me laugh you tontas.
For most of yawl are suckas,
Falling for schemes like duck dodgers.
Trying to build a posse to get stronger,
But are really,
Gathering bodies just to dig graves,
Whose names are taken like slaves,
Subservient to their corporate masters.
Unaware that freedom,
Only comes to dumb rich *******.
That be,
Feasting on innocents like they Alucard.
Till the moneys gone.
And the damage cannot be undone.
After all…

Pride is a slippery slide.
That pulls ya in like a rip tide.
Kings fall thinking they God.
For all human beings are flawed.

Pride is a suicide.
Yet temps like a snakes eyes.
But don’t be deceived by the facade.
For devil horns pierce, like bullets from a firing squad.

I would rather be a solemn man than a Solomon.
Everybody wants to hold the crown but not the spikes.
Discover the heat in the kitchen with them pots and pans.
But is anybody actually down to listen to advice?
No… so no wonder history repeats.
Patterns of a Prideful Heart better hope it doesn't expand.
Watch the numbers; ain't no mystery why **** doesn't change in the streets!
We rather **** one another than give each other a hand.
All I see in my community is toxicity.
Whose at fault? Us or the white man?
Yes, the systems in place we're designed to create injury.
But we haven't stopped the demand!
We ain't stop or call for public inquiries.
Corruption runs deeper than a marginalized person's hatred for the cops.
Keeping progress under advisory.
Killing ourselves cause this **** is as complex as tangled knots.

Pride leaves one apathetic.
Defective and Unapologetic.
Pride can deafen ears and silence reason.
Pride is deceitful, makes you feel strong but ends up leaving you weakened.
Pride is a snake that will consume you.
If you want to change; find humility it will guide you.

To break on through to the other side.
Open up the doors, leave that drama outside.
Your past doesn’t make you who you are.
How you choose to end your story is for you to decide!

If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

When I was abused,
Would I have gotten help?
Instead of being refused,
They would’ve checked for the welts.
When I’d go shopping,
I wouldn’t worry about security flocking,
Checking on me, thinking I’m stealing.
Wondering when they’ll be kneeling,
On my throat, unable to keep breathing.
Becoming the next George Floyd.
But being native, it probably won’t be in the tabloids.
Oh ****, Canada may become annoyed.
Get over it, no longer will we be trapped in your void.
Our voices will be heard,
No longer will we be ignored.
So, if I got to stir some pots,
They’ll be stirred.
You may think it’s chaos,
But like they say, you live and die by the sword.

But...
If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

If I went missing,
Would they actually try to find me?
If I became homeless,
Would they actually lend me money?
Well they probably would if I were white,
Or if I was actually seen as a human with basic civil rights.
But sadly I’m native,
Someone that is seen as an inconvenient plight.
After 500 years you’d think, we wouldn’t continue being treated like parasites?
But if I was a foster child,
Would I be adopted?
If I was being threatened,
Would I be Protected?
Well they probably would if I were white,
Or if I was actually seen as a human with basic civil rights.
But sadly I’m native,
Someone that is seen as an inconvenient plight.
After 500 years you’d think, we wouldn’t continue being treated like parasites?

But...
If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

Verse 1:
Rising to top, but I ain’t gonna drop.
No,no,no,no I ain’t gonna drop!
Cause I’m sipping on success,
******* ******* on my private jet yeah, yeah.
Sipping on success, the grind never stops.
Get that tattooed on ya chest.
Facing every challenge, unable to be stopped.
No, no, no, no I cannot be stopped!

Pre-chorus:
Cause I’m always evolving, yeah!
Musics my compulsion, yeah!
Uh, I Keep on evolving, keep on evolving,
Living my life like a sultan, like a sultan.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Verse 2:
Hit the road Jack, if ya ain’t willing to step up to the bat.
But even you do, You never hit the level that I am at.
Sorry not sorry for the lack of sympathy.
All I gotta give ya is the smallest symphony.

Pre-chorus:
Cause I’m always evolving, yeah!
Musics my compulsion, yeah!
Uh, I Keep on evolving, keep on evolving,
Living my life like a sultan, like a sultan.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Bridge:
Haters gonna hate, uh haters gonna hate.
Unlike you I do not break, yawl too fragile, yawl too fake!
I pour my heart & soul into this ****.
& that hard work turned into grit.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Outro:
This journeys a hustle,
Some of yawl too soft.
Don’t understand the struggle,
That’s why I make hits and yawl make flops.

The taste of tire on my breath,
Carbonization fills my lungs,
Oil floods out like tears,
The inner mechanizations of my mind.
Are like Polluted veins,
Do you trust the insane?
Poisoned personality defending prideful mediocrity.
What the **** do want from me?

Garbage spoken broken man.
Lost my senses,
For I’m technologically co-dependant.
When shall I fear?
When shall I see?
When shall I listen?
Addicted to this mindless state.

Wanting more.
Consuming more.
Risking more.
Don’t even have to leave my door.

Watching more.
Brainwashed connoisseur,
Empty even when I got what I was searching for.
This isn’t what I asked for!

The taste of exhaust on my breath,
Radiation filling my lungs,
Oil floods out like tears,
The inner mechanizations of my mind.
Are like Polluted veins,
Do you trust the insane?
Poisoned personality defending prideful mediocrity.
Will I ever regain my humanity!

Humanity x4

Trying my best not to get mixed in with the wrong crowd,
Making choices to forget twisted messages that come from pride.
That say what’s wrong with just...
This or that.
It’s not like doing something wrong is going to give ya a heart attack.
But my heart in fact is like an artifact.
Fragile, so I protect it to keep my heart in tact.
Can’t overcome with a hack and slash mindset.
Can’t overcome by doing what I’ve done before.
Relying on my own strength or on gadgets.
But instead being instilled with hope and love that goes deeper than metaphors.
Even when sometimes my pain hits harder than a meteor.
But I will keep fighting for,
A strength that only comes from my core.
Because I know my self worth is worth more.
Than the adoration or encore of others,
That never once bore,
An ounce of wealth to the poor.
The same ones that only used me for,
Their own gain or reward.
But I thank the lord,
For if it wasn’t for him I’d be hanging from a cord.
I thank the lord,
For being my sword,
Filling me with reassuring words.
Whose grace and mercy I can’t afford.
No, I can’t afford.
Oh, I can’t afford.

When the waves come,
I stay steadfast,
When the storms come,
I don’t hide.
When I feel like a slave you free me.
When I feel worthless,
You fill me with your spirit.
So, as long as I still breath.
I will thank you.
So, as long as I still breath,
I will praise you.

When it was dark,
You gave me light,
When I was blinded,
You gave me sight,
Even when I blamed you,
You continued to say “I still love you”,
Even when I abandoned you,
You continued to say “ I’m always with you”.
Lord I can’t afford.
Oh, I can’t afford.
Your grace and mercy.
When I feel like you should curse me.
For so long I was a dead man walking,
Till you said “drop everything and follow me”.
For so long I was a dead man walking,
Till you gave a life and a purpose to someone like me.
Someone so undeserving.
Someone so broken and weary.
A thankless person who was always sinning.
When I was blind, you helped me see.
You gave me a foundation.
When I was sinking.
You gave me a heart to help this nation.
When I was idling.
So, in the times...

When the waves come,
I stay steadfast,
When the storms come,
I don’t hide.
When I feel like a slave you free me.
When I feel worthless,
You fill me with your spirit.
So, as long as I still breath.
I will thank you.
So, as long as I still breath,
I will praise you.

Look God I respect you cause I’m apart your creation, but I can’t stand you because of these other creations. Contradiction brings hypocritical fallacies; but we used to it because it has become routine. For rational choice has burst out into a smoke screen. Blurred lines with desires of evergreen; dulled minds dumping countless bodies down the ravine... All in order to chase their own dreams; using others as the back bone for a chance of riches from the slot machine.

So Who should I be routing for? How do I know which route I am supposed to be running; because I been going through all these different doors. Free will has caused us to be a cancer, for we decided to become our own masters. Trying to make others our subservient's, for one has to be inferior and the other superior and impervious... More like ignorant and intolerant, but we don’t teach that as it strays away from our liberal fundaments.

Hold up cut the ****! For I’m not ready to fold up or give up and submit. Yawl must think I’m a dim wit ya nit wits; give ya the coup de grace like I was prince devitt. I am human after all, so apart of me is deviant; it’s just a gene that’s prominent. Nothing I can do but do the best I can; for if I do my duty according to plan then maybe others can grow and understand. Education erases discrimination, and education also replaces false perceptions and slowly breaks apart our pseudo-nation.

It's my job as a poet and as a rapper to evoke messages, for without messages songs become meaningless. So come along and watch me change our delusional mind sets, for the reason I do this is because I grew up listening to OG's and their different projects. Like them I got passions and dreams; just like them I want to cut through this calamity through the seams. Guiding lost souls to achieve their own passions and dreams, for suicide rates are too **** high so I hope my words intervene. For word's can make a difference; can somebody get me a witness?

This isn't a place for haters, this isn't a place for fakers, and this isn't a place for manipulators. I only want like minded people willing to hear what I have to say, and I pray that we can move forward to  better days.  For this pseudo-nation has hindered us and stopped us in our tracks, so how can we try going different routes when we glued to these tracks. However, this glue is an illusion; there isn't anything chaining us down man; all that is truly hindering us is our own ignorant self-righteous delusions.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

Alright,
Imma start running off these pounds,
But not for you bunch of jackals,
Imma start making them rounds,
Shooting up anyone at the table that dare call me an apple.
I am here because I want to be,
The only reason I do anything.
Can you even keep up with me?
Cause this ****, I don’t do for free!
I’m not about to slow down and wait to see.
As I go from A to B.
You can try to attempt to come along with me,
However, I came too far to stop now,
Taking out these fraudulent clowns.
I can’t wait for some burning bush to tell me where to go,
Yeah I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere,
Because, it would take me forty more years to go.
Yeah I’ll do my own thing,
So, when I do become big,
You’ll see that I did indeed achieve everything.
Truth is I don’t even care if I make it;
I just want to take it,
As far it can go.
Doing show after show.
That just how I roll.
Then people start questioning,
But I aint got time bro!
In a falsified world, where rappers demean and objectify women and girls.
I will not forfeit.
As my producer is telling me to change the subject.
But I know my words are worth it.
And though this world is not perfect.
It is something that I will protect.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

To be clear we are entitled to nothing,
we don’t deserve anything,
Especially not some fifty thousand dollar engagement ring.
Are you humbled now?
Probably not,
You’re probably still thinking you so fresh and tardy as an apricot.
You can count on me unlike the government,
Cause unlike them I am honest and sincere in my testament.
So you may be fresh,
But one of these days you’re going to be real messed up,
Drunk or high in some dumpster in Bangladesh.
Knowing that you really ****** up.
Good people die, bad people die,
Material minds with finical eyes,
Seeing things as symmetrical,
What ever happened to being ethical?
Tell me why do people have to be so one-dimensional?
Goody two shoes like Hansel and Gretel,
Imma bout to boil you in my kettle,
For I am evil like a witch,
Leave ya covered up in stitches.
Or maybe I’ll just leave yawl in the ditch!
Or swimming with the fishes.
For fear is a tool, that keeps fools under control,
You think you free when you vote at those polls.
But really you're just stuck in mouse trap that feeds into the governments goals.
And although society has never once accepted me,
I will use my nightmares to bring therapy,
Woven into words that will last longer than me.
It’s survival of the fittest,
And the world is run by the richest,
Those that also run ******* rings in front of the masses,
Is this truly worth our taxes?
But who can bring justice?
Regular people like you and me who stand up and say **** this.
For I’m tired that the same ones that wear badges,
Be the same ones that be killing us.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

Hook:
Can’t let the fear hit ya.
Gotta look at the bigger picture.
Can’t let the anxiety hit ya.
Gotta keep reading them scriptures.

Verse 1:
In a world that thrives on disaster,
With people who massacre over toilet paper,
Sometimes I can’t help but to hope for the rapture,
Because people are acting like raptors,
Whose brains are small enough to believe propaganda papers,
Without knowing the facts or looking at the many factors,
That can help or hinder one’s ability to be a survivor,
Just wash your ******* hands, and stay home, this isn’t a favour.
This isn’t a suggestion,
There are things that shouldn’t be questioned,
Don’t be a ******* who hordes, as that will cause another ******* Great Depression!
Especially with the stock market failing and the fact that we were already in recession.
Also, stop stealing masks and gloves away from hospital staff,as they are here to help us in this situation!
Think of your Grandparents, think of people with compromised immune systems!
All I ask is for you to stay home and to keep your distance.

Hook:
Can’t let the fear hit ya.
Gotta look at the bigger picture.
Can’t let the anxiety hit ya.
Gotta keep reading them scriptures.

Verse 2:
Living in a crisis that bombs harder than isis,
With people who flock like sheep which is ******* foolish,
And I no longer find people’s stupidity hilarious,
I’m at the point where I’m furious,
Can’t you see this **** is serious?
Got ask? Are you delirious?
Living in a world where things are cancelled,
I think I’d rather get eaten alive like Gretal and Hansel.
But at the same time going outside is a gamble,
And I’m don’t want to become a vandal,
Stealing a life away from a family member or friend,
God, please let this virus end!
Suspend disbelief by bringing us some relief.
Because our whole world is in grief.
And we are desperately in need of some faith.
Faith that this will end and that we will be safe.

Hook:
Can’t let the fear hit ya.
Gotta look at the bigger picture.
Can’t let the anxiety hit ya.
Gotta keep reading them scriptures.

The resentful branches so far attached,
The sour leaves, leave nothing to be desired.
The bark once of tree once strong has turned hollow.
The bitter roots seeped with the tears of regret.
The fruit sown are as rotten as the mind.
When did the tree once vibrant turn decrepit?
Where did the life go?
Why are the other trees still so vibrant unlike me?
Grown from the same soil yet had different outcomes.
Faced the same harsh winds yet stayed steadfast.
How can they gleam towards the future sun.
When I stay stuck in the past?

Eating Stale ramen noodles,
Fiending, wish I could make a killing,
Could **** a sain man for his strudel,
Tale as old as Jim Pickens.
Insane man driven and drowning in a **** puddle.
Ugly as a muggle, powerless but ***** it!
I’m high as the ceiling!
What is life? Where is the meaning?
Where innocent lambs are fed to demons!
Tried to go to church, but got ***** by the reverend!
Why should I strive for heaven?
Ramming head on collision, into a dead end.
Like Wile E. Coyote.
Numb the failures with Peyote.
Ain’t had a suite life like Zack & Cody.
Trying to overcome all the barriers that try to stop me.
But can’t escape the serenade of a fourty.
Because it’s the only thing that blows my mind, compadre.

***** you, you don’t know me!
Don’t know… the sacrifices I had to take numpty!
Don’t understand the pain,
Cause the grass is greener on your side Charlie.
So, ***** you, but I wish you the best.
Enjoy your little rest,
Till I put a gun to your chest.
Because where I come from,
It’s the survival of the fittest!

I come from the gutter *****,
Where the **** is!
Eating *****, but not the type you think it is.
***** I’m dangerous!
I make out with chainsaws & smoke roaches.
I’m taking revenge on you!
Because you poached us!
Divided our people like ya was Moses!
& than introduced the fire water,
Man… that **** nearly broke us!
Where desperate chollos, sell ya their daughters!
A slave to vices, that eventually lead to mental disorders!
Land destroyed, divided by borders!
Where once honourable people got turned to *******!
Savages that would do anything to attain the figures!
Designed, desired and owned by the winners!

So again I say…

***** you, you don’t know me!
Don’t know… the sacrifices I had to take numpty!
Don’t understand the pain,
Cause the grass is greener on your side Charlie.
So, ***** you, but I wish you the best.
Enjoy your little rest,
Till I put a gun to your chest.
Because where I come from,
It’s the survival of the fittest!

True tough tanks take turns trolling twitter,
Suzy sells salad soon so buy some ,
Good guys got gargantuan grave grievances,
Anarchy attracts anvils as antelopes acknowledge asparagus,
Juvenile jerks jump joyfully as they eat jalapeños,
Frank fries-fries frequently for favours,
Luke love Leia lots lass let lust lie

From the ground is where I begun, living in the slums of the ghetto. Grew up on the tupac's and biggie's, hip-hop was the life, survival of the fittest was the only way you could live. Ya gun shots clacking bang bang, brothers gone, cousins gone, everybody lying down in this ****** town. Strange clouds puff puff, popping molly's doing them Ollie's on my skate board, young wild free this is how I be. Hard times, grinding in the clubs, drunk minds all doing things religious people deem evil. I said it all, I've done it all, there's not much left to do, yeah cause rolling with honnies in the lambo's gets so tiring after a while. Yeah i roll in the dough but yet I don't feel whole, left with just misery, all alone in a place that doesn't feel like my kind of home. Hard times to fame, to feeling lame, I don't know what I can do I just so bored mane.

Jargon gets muddled, to mouth is to fumble, to ***** is to muggle.
Snitching means trouble, bragging meets knuckle, ego gets nuzzled.
Ten hut that’s a huddle, life is a struggle, especially for those that stay suckled.
Like Malcolm in the middle, might just go unstable,
So, best not pop my bubble!
Got to stay on your toes like Barney Rubble,
Can’t ever stay idle in the jungle!
Where desperados need the narcan,
Overdosing daily, organs go to the black market, **** what a bargain.
Indulge in the bourbon, might just light up a Cuban, if I die it’s outta my hands.
Welcome to the land of the ******,
Where no one has a long lifespan.
So, get sloushed; do a keg stand.
Yeah, yeah.
Gotta party up, it’s weekend.
Yeah, yeah.
Not much else to do when you’re drowning in the deep end.
Yeah, yeah.
Our worlds on fire, that’s for sure.
Guess smash mouth was right,
Everyone’s a victim, everyone’s poor.

Hey now you’re a rap star,
Keep the show going,
Get laid.
Hey now you’re a rap star.
Keep the drugs and ***** flowing.
Get paid.
And all that clout is gold.
Only popping pills breaks the mold.

Don’t get it twisted or entangled,
Name might be on a banner,
But it certainly ain’t star spangled.
Fame is a curse filled with idle chatter.
That’s slaps harder than a Will Smith scandal.
Where money is more vain than Jada.
Gee I don’t know Jane,
Perhaps we should be more like Greta.
Taking names like Andrew, is that dude even humane?
Narcissists are insane, especially those that believe they’re Alfa and Omega.
Get too full of yourself, might just end up worse than Ye.
Pride comes before the fall, man you should’ve known better.
Our worlds on fire, that’s for sure.
Guess smash mouth was right,
Everyone’s a victim, everyone’s poor.

Hey now you’re a rap star,
Keep the show going,
Get laid.
Hey now you’re a rap star.
Keep the drugs and ***** flowing.
Get paid.
And all that clout is gold.
Only popping pills breaks the mold.

Broken winged, broken hearted, broken life.
Heart broken, life full of pain and anger.
But your still standing for you were broken but have healed and mended.
Now you fly alongside your friends and family, free to be yourself.
Can't change the past, only going ever further into the future.
Some may call you a pest, a vermin, but I say you're smart and awesome.
Through thick and thin, facing anything that comes at us.
Soaring high above the wind into the heavens.
Knowing that your never alone for you have really good friends.
Friends that will always be at your side, till the end.

Pots of clay that later turn to dirt.
People made from earth.
The circle of life, that's how it works!

Are we truly insignificant?
Do we actually have to repent?
In a world where men are told to be superman,
But usually end up like Clark Kent,
In a world where girls are told to stick to the kitchen,
Why can't they believe they can be like Wonder women?
A lot get bent up about this ****,
A lot forget that it's okay to have dent's.
That it's okay to not be perfect,
However, our current societal norms be killing us.
With expectations that can't ever be achieved.
With pressures to conform succeed in what is perceived,  
Perceived as what is right or wrong,
Which is defined by the esteemed,
By the white male privileged agenda,
So, I implore ya don't conform to their propaganda!
So, I ask you to stand up and fight.
Because who in the hell gave them to deem wrong from right?
The same ones who came like a thief in the night.
And not only stole other people's lands but also their rights.
That enslaved others, and controlled people by using fright.
Fright that they might be killed if they don't give up and quit.
Quit speaking up, quit protesting, quit surviving and making a living.
Because in the white man's view, minorities shouldn't be happy, After-all they aren't even human beings.
Even though we are all like pots of clay,

Pots of clay that later turn to dirt.
People made from earth.
The circle of life, that's how it works!

What's wrong with wanting to be equal?
When God created us all equal?
And even if you don't believe in God,
at the end of the day we are all people.
We are all pink on the inside,
We all have strengths and weaknesses,
but if we work together instead of persecuting each other.
This earth can have a rebirth.

I may not be able to birth a child,
But I swear that somedays I go through birthing pains.
To say that I’ve been through things,
Is a ******* understatement.
A survivor without guilt, sick of the chains,
And the constant payments.
If self care was a stock it’d be the best ******* investment.
Gotta figure out the Tetris blocks, cause services cost more than a months rent.
Plus it’s a joke that thinks it can take the stank outta the coffin with incense.
Insensitive at our expense, can never understand what it’s like across the fence.
What it like to always be in suspense.
Keeping glocks hidden cause ya never know when **** will get intense.
Never knowing when the clock stops to tick till it’s… next stop the graveyard express.
***** a complex mess that keeps recycling tragic events.
Never fully addressed, cause we so desensitized to the content.
Got me wondering…
What the ******* the point of growing pains,
If we ain’t grow.
Never appreciating the drive till ya die like Vincent Van Gogh!
Too busy criticizing individuals, unable to look beyond the storm to see the rainbow.
Got me wondering…
Where would I be today if no one took the time to see my rainbow?
If all they did was focus on the storm?
I probably would’ve took my life with a knife that night.
Traumatizing my mother, fulfilling a parents worst fright.
I just want those that are struggling currently to keep up the fight.
To speak up and get help, and know that through the darkness there is light.

I’d rather have a red face than red eyes,
***** a rat race, become tattered up, until you run out of time.
A bunch of misfits, abandoned to find.
The answers to questions within our broken minds.
In a world where some show mercy, while others do crime.
It’s a wonder, what’ll happen when ya put your life on the line.
We all share a burden unspoken, yet say we’re all fine.
When truth is we all know deep down, we lying.
You reap what you sow, so it shouldn’t be surprising!
If your fields filled with land mines and…
You got no hope arriving.
So, in order to cope, here comes the self-medicating.
Numbing circumstances that strip hope, which is so ******* draining.
Parading fake smiles, doing what it takes to stay surviving.
Even if it means stealing or killing.
Being seen as a red faced villain,
A savage that’s needs extermination.
Which effects those just minding their business,
Trying to make a honest living.
1 rotten apple leads to justification.
Of the eradication of a red faced nation.
That’s why I hate over-generalization.
If only we could have safe conversations,
Because these misunderstandings.
Are what results in the ****** up reality,
We currently live in.
How can we be a land of the free?
When all my brothers and sisters make up most of the population, of those in prison!
Some people call me a hypocrite for believing in God,
But my war is focused on these so called Christians.
That justify their ancestors evil mission,
To cleanse this diverse nation.
Through colonization.
If God loves everyone, why do you be hating?
If God loves everyone, why do priests keep ******?
If God loves everyone, why do many believers hate gays than?
I serve a God that is merciful, a lot of ya’ll serve one that is all about ****-nation.
We are not the same, like the difference between liberalization and indoctrination.
Think I need a vacation.
From the division and subjugation.
They say it ain’t about race,
Until it’s their heads on the curbed pavement.
Seeing red, we should be enraged, yet we are complacent.
With many just excepting, that no matter what we do,
We’ll always be vagrants.
They say it ain’t about politics,
Till the laws created by the privileged,
Indicate your people as deviant.
And I know some people may get red faced when,
Challenged by the fact that the ingredients,
That make up our shared history are very heinous,
But as many of your people say to mine,
Get over it and **** my *****!

I swear we all stuck in the matrix, just like we Truman.
Have to break free of these shackles and delusions.
That fail us harder than our ******* institutions.
Guess it’s easier being woke than getting off one’s *** and finding some real ******* solutions!
I swear somedays our stupidity be giving me a ******* concussion.
That got me wondering…
How is that pain evolves faster than us humans?
Maybe cause we treat the pain better than we do ourselves!
Call that unaddressed internal prosecution.
That leaves us more fragile than gazelles.
The corpse cannot be hidden any longer brother; we gotta address the smell.
Even a Smurf could tell!
That this **** be grosser than the unwashed ***** of Gargamel.
Yuck! 🤢 🤮
But man you think that’s bad?
Just wait till you see through the corruption!
After all humans are the biggest natural destruction.
Ever since the introduction of the Industrial Revolution.
That gave many philosophers like Karl Marx contusions.
But at least we got Dragon Ball and super saiyan fusions!
Too bad the earth will eventually crash and burn from all of our pollution.
But **** it that’s a problem for the next generation!
You know what I’m saying?

Re-Greta D’ohberg, better watch out for that iceberg!
The pressure is palpable man.
It’s got me wondering how much longer?
Till we sink here!

Sometimes I wanna put my head in a blender,
Ain’t been sober since September, never wake me up till I see green days front & centre.
Everyday another ****** than I go and get fried.
No, futurama just future drama, but **** it I’m zombified.
With hangovers being the only thing confirming I’m even alive.
Treating life like a game but in real life there ain’t no revives.
But I know eventually like Chester I’ll cross that new divide.
Where the irresistible force & the immovable object collide.
Understand the analogy? If not my apologies.
For these are just the ramblings of addict unable to stop gambling.
Gambling with the life creator has graciously given me.
Wonder if he’s disappointed in me.
Uh…
Think I need some more REM &
***.
Blacking out till the next one.
Blacking out till I’m gone
Uh…

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Stumbling around the streams of thought,
Like a philosopher lost in time.

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Drowning out the past,
That left me traumatized.

Got me wanting to take a leap of bad faith,
Right into oncoming traffic.
1000 ways to die to meet the wraith awaiting like a bandit.
To take away life off the list with a tick,
Tick, tick.
No escaping the Clock of fate.
That’s why I numb my mental state.
So, I don’t feel **** when I arrive at hells gates.
Cause it cannot be worse than the **** I’ve already faced.
At least I’m hoping that is the case.
For goodness sakes.
Give me a ******* break.
But life is rigged speedway where shadowy figures cut one’s brakes.
Understand the analogy? If not my apologies.
For these are just the ramblings of addict unable to stop gambling.
Gambling with the life creator has graciously given me.
Wonder if he’s disappointed in me.
Uh…
Think I need some more REM &
***.
Blacking out till the next one.
Blacking out till I’m gone
Uh…

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Stumbling around the streams of thought,
Like a philosopher lost in time.

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Drowning out the past,
That left me traumatized.

Sometimes my mind feels trapped in a fog,
A fog filled with guilt and shame.
A fog that seemed so pure,
When I was insecure.
I couldn’t escape the allure.
Of the mature.
A lust that only took,
Leaving me empty.
It was like a crook,
Robbed and stabbed me.
Was left wounded, bleeding badly.
Felt so ashamed, that I isolated from friends and family.
Which then spiralled me into a depression,
I was so suicidal, went to church but gave no confession.
For how could I talk to God,
When I felt like a demon?
How could I say I respected women,
When I was fiending?
With toxic desires,
That drove fast like street cars.
My soul felt like it was on fire,
And in the mirror all I saw was a monster.
Wondering if it isn’t too late to turn back,
After my red heart turned black.
For I’ve been so lost in this fog for so long,
Searching for hope to keep moving on.
While also praying for strength to hold on.
But every day it’s a struggle,
With a new hurdle.
And sometimes I still fall flat on my face,
But life is a journey, and I will finish this race!
No longer will I let this fog keep me in place,
No longer will I let myself be as fragile as a vase.
For I know my worth,
And I have faith.
That this demon can become an angel once again.

Pass me that ****,
I don’t even smoke,
I just need me some hope,
Because I’m depressed,
Yet it’s treated as a joke.
Wondering when,
I’ll be like Georgie’s boat.
Cause I don’t know,
How much longer I can float?
But I’m trying my best,
To find ways to cope.
Even when I be,
Confusing my father with a ghost.
Who knew trauma,
Was like walking a tight rope!
And because I hate drama,
I follow my usual tropes.
By slipping away just like soap.
Never addressing the problems,
That has lead me down, these treacherous slopes.
Not sure where I’m supposed to go now.
All I know is that I’m going down.
And the inner walls, can’t protect me now.
With the bottled up emotions spilling out.
But unlike a Jordan Peele movie,
I don’t want this to Get Out.
Because it may damage the relationship,
That I’ve fought to have now.
However, my dads alcoholism is out of control now!
And I no longer feel safe within his home now.
It’s no wonder that my mental health is waning!
I suppose it’s crazy.
Wishing for a father that was healthy.
Such a sentimental fantasy.
When in actuality,
He blames my mother,
Even though he was the absentee.
And it was up to me,
To pick up the pieces,
Of my heart, that you left for me.
And growing up to be,
A man that you could never be.

Hook:
I’ve decided that, I won’t put up,
With the *******.
Of the narrow minded.
To high on their pulpit.
To see the trauma, I be trying to cope with.
(Yeah)

For I know my worth!
Cause imma resilient child,
That fought to live ever since birth.
An infant chiseled from earth,
Knowing that changes might hurt,
But if I never start.
I’ll never go,
For every high, there are lows.
Just how it goes.
That’s what I’m told.
Gotta be like Batman,
By being brave and bold.
In order to juxtapose,
Being exposed to the decomposed.
That life may hold.
Even if it might be,
A ******* lightning bolt.
Whatever the pain may be,
I’ll never give up hope.
Just got to reframe,
The toxins into antidotes.
Call that the anecdote,
Of these rhymes I done wrote.

Hook:
I’ve decided that, I won’t put up,
With the *******.
Of the narrow minded.
To high on their pulpit.
To see the trauma, I be trying to cope with.
(Yeah)
I won’t put up! No I won’t put up!
Nor will I give up! Never gonna give up!
Layed down too long,
And it’s about time I got up.
Been sleep walking too long,
So, it’s about time I woke up!

Man why is so hard for people to acknowledge me, why is it so hard to say thank you every now and then. I don't want some brass ring and a parade, i just want two simple words, "thank you". Respect is earned not taken, same as anything else, its the untold law in society. Why don't we appreciate other people, a lot of them had to sacrifice a lot to accomplish something. Respect is not given easily, it is not something that is bought, for the people who say they respect you really just want your money or something else. That is not true respect, respect comes from hardships but sometimes it is not, sometimes its through acts of kindness, sometimes its doing the extra. Respect can be two simple words, "thank you".

Most can’t understand me, to be honest I don’t understand me either,
All because I won’t conform to all ya sheepish lizards.
Snaking each other in order to eat all the gizzards.
In a land where everyone is ******* bitter,
Spitting around their toxic chatter.
Last time I checked my business isn’t apart of your matters.
Last time I checked you were not my creator.
Thinking you know better,
Stop it I’m only filled with so much laughter.
To me your advice is like anime filler.
Womp, a womp womp like some Charlie Brown chatter.
And I don’t **** with snakes, I only **** with ladders.
They say Life is a board game that results from domino factors.
But if everything is by chance, then I’m ok with being seen as the mad hatter.
A conspiracy thinker, that goes outside the box to find more and better answers.
Instead of sitting on ones *** like the rest of yawl wankers.
That be crying about the **** I spit, but sorry I don’t make music for ******* toddlers.
If you want family friendly entertainment go watch Mr.Rodgers.
And if you keep acting like a little *****, I’ll have to get you a shock collar.
For most of yawl are second rate bug zappers.
And I am the beyonder.
Your nick miller.
I’m the Undertaker.
Your Rob Schneider.
I’m Christopher Plummer.  
Hook:
Look We ain’t in the same league,
You best believe, don’t **** with my expertise.
Yawl ain’t real, yawl fake as a weave.
I’m the Havarti, your the blue cheese.
You can’t measure up to me.
So back off, with all your pathetic critiques.
And just respect the technique.
Verse 2:
Respect the technique or prepare to take heat.
Smoked out and hung from one’s feet.
Ain’t no way to opt-out as I won’t fall for your deceit.
Do you think I’m fresh from the teet?
For I’m not one you can simply defeat.
Or be blind sided by all your *******.
Why can’t you see?
Why do you lean on Ignorance?
******* around, drugged out, like Charlie sheen.
Why do you fake innocence?
We are all ugly on the inside?
But a lot of yawl ugly on the outside too!
I guess some people can’t escape or hide?
Escape or hide from what is actually true.
Ooohhh!
From what is true.
Hating on my technique.
Hating that unlike you I’m actually unique.
Hating that I have the courage to not be a sheep.
Consuming the feed the media forces into you and me.
Getting us addicted to toxicity, in order to not say a little peep.
Can’t you see we are not actually free?
Can’t you see you’re overdosing on deceit?
If only you weren’t to blind to see.
You might just learn to respect the technique.
Hook:
Look We ain’t in the same league,
You best believe, don’t **** with my expertise.
Yawl ain’t real, yawl fake as a weave.
I’m the Havarti, your the blue cheese.
You can’t measure up to me.
So back off, with all your pathetic critiques.
And just respect the technique.

Sleep dear child.
Sleep and find rest.
Don’t worry dear child.
It’ll be ok.
Though my heart is broken.
And tears cloud my face.
Remember those days.
Of sunrise and peace.
Where we could smile.
Where we could laugh.
When things made sense.
And we had plans.
Before tragedy struck.
The day my heart was plucked.
And has become a thorn.
Where I’m left remembering the first time,
The time I held you in my hands,
The time you brought back your arts and crafts,
The time you went on the bus all by yourself.
The times I wish would always last.
But now I’m here on Sunday mass.
Wearing black.
A colour as dark as my soul.
That grows cold.
Like your hands are now.
I wish I could hear you laugh.
I wish I could hear you cry.
One last time.
But for now you sleep.
Like an unending lullaby.
But don’t you worry.
Don’t you fret.
I’ll never forget.
The moments we had left.
Where you said.
Daddy, it’ll be ok.
Please don’t cry.
This isn’t goodbye.
I’ll see you again.
Where sunshine never leaves.
A place of constant peace.
Where worries don’t exist.
A place to find some rest.
So, sleep dear father.
Sleep and find some rest.
Don’t worry about me.
It’ll be ok.
Though your heart is broken.
And your soul is shaken.
Remember those days.
Of sunshine and peace.

Unstructured fealty,
A tip toed fantasy,
Of uncultured humanity.
This is reality,
Where sugar plum fairies,
Only exist in dreams.
So, adrift it seems.
In myths and schemes.
In the midst of things.
That we truly believe,
Will make us happy.
But even with everything,
Why does the glass remain half empty?
Is life truly a tragedy?
A perfect ballet,
Where love is promised,
But death is the only thing that cometh.

You can perfect a plie,
But bend to addictions.
You can perfect a saute,
But jump to conclusions.
Indeed, life is a perfect ballet,
Where love is promised,
But death is the only thing that cometh.

Uncertain with deities.
After all, I might be an evolved manatee.
Or I might just be an anomaly.
Perhaps this is insanity.
Trapped in bodies,
Shamed depending on anatomy.
That’s determined randomly.
Not sure of what is or isn’t reality.
Spinning in circles,
Without stability.
Spinning in circles,
Bearing the weight of gravity.
A little dance I call depression and anxiety.
Taking substances to escape reality.
Going to a tip toed fantasy.
Filled with sugar plum fairies.
Just like in my dreams.
But dreams are brief,
Just like the substances.
Going back down a spiral of grief,
And a sense of emptiness.
Wondering where to find true happiness,
To be loved.
Man maybe life is a tragedy,
A perfect ballet,
Where love is promised,
But death is the only thing that cometh.

You can perfect a plie,
But bend to addictions.
You can perfect a saute,
But jump to conclusions.
Indeed, life is a perfect ballet,
Where love is promised,
But death is the only thing that cometh.

It’s time to rip off the band-aid,
And explore possibilities.
The destination doesn’t matter.
What’s fun is the mystery.

It’s time to rip off the band-aid.
And dance like no one is watching.
Who cares what others think.
As long as you are having fun.
Your moment has just begun.

It’s time to rip off the band-aid.
And paint that blank canvas.
With a parade of colours.
That could cover all of Kansas.

It’s time to rip off the band-aid.
Take that leap of faith.
Don’t wait till some day.
For tomorrow could bring death.
So, go and do it.
Before you regret it.

RIZN is a place to be to chill out,
its a place for those to find what their asking questions about.
RIZN is a place to be to hang out,
its a place for those to talk and shout.
RIZN is a place to know about the Saviour,
man if you don't agree to that,
you better change your behaviour.
HE forgave you from your sins,
now you got God's favour.
RIZN is a place to meet new people,
now you are a whole new sequel.
RIZN is a place to dance and sing,
to let the whole world know that you love the King.
RIZN is a place to play games,
its a place to read about people like Matthew, Mark, Luke, James.
RIZN is a place to learn from the experience of the leaders,
its a place to be ok with yourself everytime you look in the mirror,
without worrying about someone calling you a queerer,
RIZN is a place to tell others about your life story,
to one day be baptized in the main church for God's glory,
RIZN is a place to glow in the dark,
so it leaves you with a fun and impressing mark,
RIZN is a place were you can express your good opinion,
not make you into some zombie minion
RIZN is a place to expand your horizon to new views,
so your not some story in the breaking news.
Unlike

RIZN is a place to be to chill out,
its a place for those to find what their asking questions about.
RIZN is a place to be to hang out,
its a place for those to talk and shout.
RIZN is a place to know about the Saviour,
man if you don't agree to that,
you better change your behaviour.
HE forgave you from your sins,
now you got God's favour.
RIZN is a place to meet new people,
now you can start a whole new sequel.
RIZN is a place to dance and sing,
to let the whole world know that you love the King.
RIZN is a place to play games,
its a place to read about people like Matthew, Mark, Luke, James.
RIZN is a place to learn from the experience of the leaders,
its a place to be ok with yourself everytime you look in the mirror,
without worrying about someone calling you a queerer,
RIZN is a place to tell others about your life story,
to one day be baptized in the main church for God's glory,
RIZN is a place to glow in the dark,
so it leaves you with a fun and impressing mark,
RIZN is a place were you can express your good opinion,
not make you into some zombie minion
RIZN is a place to expand your horizon to new views,
so your not some story in the breaking news.

Got out my wu tang sword shing, so ring that bell ding ding. Taking out giants with only a pebble and a sling, for I'm not scarred to face anyone even if they are a rap god or king. This is the future of class, for as long as I'm here hip hop will never lose it's nitro gas. Rapping down in the underground because that's where all the lost souls can be found. Yeah every day I get better, and I be writing bars that are even more deep and clever. Still in a apartment but one day I'll own a large settlement. One with the elements so does that make me a avatar, but I must be prepared for the worlds final war. For the beginning must always have an end, but it'll be easier if I got some friends. Sorry but what can I say, for everyone will eventually met their final day.

It's a good thing that I'm a spiritual lyrical satirical miracle, so call me egotistical I don't care because I want to be something more than a minut particle. I don't understand why people are so desperate to be artificial, because age and material things are so superficial. It's official I may be the only one who is original. I want to be more than a one hit wonder, but if I do then I guess I'll go on a spirit walk and learn to be a hunter. But I'm still broken and lost, and I'm hoping that I overcome before my heart turn cold like frost. Yeah but for now I'm trying to find where my life is because I feel so lifeless, and I'm trying to have a moment that is priceless. Isn't that priceless but **** it I lost track of my purpose and I'm done feeling worthless. Yeah and I don't want to miss out on the important things, like meeting the right woman and finding her the perfect ring.

But my demons have caught up to me, so it's up for me to get myself free. Am I ready for that, because I've been in darkness so long that it has become my habitat. I'm such a hypocrite because I go to church on Sunday, then I steal something on Monday, **** in an artifact on Wednesday, eat till I throw up on Thursday, swear at God on Friday, ******* on Saturday, and then ask for forgiveness again on Sunday. Need to break free, need to see that if I don't move past this there won't be much life left for me. Day after day, night after night, can't stay so I guess I got to fight. One step forward, one step back, got to continue going forward and try not to slack. Have you ever wondered what it would be to not be? Have you ever wanted to see what others can't see? Well I tell ya, it's a gift but it feels like hell brah. Had visions, had dreams, had a six sense, and the things I've seen would make some scream. Seeing the end of humanity, seeing relatives I've never met, man some people call that insanity. I've seen demons, I've seen angels, and can't remember if I read this **** in the parables. Maybe I'm just overwhelmed, or maybe I'm just being condemned. Maybe I never got over playing pretend, or maybe God did not intend to create me and if he did then maybe he should've chose someone else instead. Struggling with these voices in my head, and I'm an adult now but I still feel as fragile as a little kid. Maybe I should go off the grid, because what's the point if my whole life has already been decided.Yeah and just sitting beside myself because I can't even recognize myself. Stuck in stagnation, **** maybe it's time I take a vacation to get away from all this frustration. Need to get my life right, because I'm so stressed that I can't even sleep at night. Just need to pull myself together because I know eventually it will get better. I accept I'm not a saint but I refuse to be bait, and I will take measures to make sure that my heart doesn't fill with hate.(38)

Running outta time,
Running out of excuses.
It's the bottom of the ninth.
So, I really can't miss this!
Guess I found my spine.
Promise I’ll do whatever to maintain it!
I know I risked it all.
And I should've taken six.
As I really ****** up,
Cause I know that you're really ******!
Sleeping all alone, without you at home,
Left to wallow & reminisce.

I keep, I keep, running… running…

I keep, I keep, running… running…

Like a hamster in a wheel.

Overthinking, overthinking…

Till my head implodes.

Running outta time,
Running outta patience,
Think I lost my mind,
Got caught up in a spaceship.
I tell you that I’m fine,
But we both know that is some *******.
Guess I told a lie.
Is it too late to truly fix this?
When I told you, that you were mine.
Yet got caught up with some scant tricks.
I know I crossed that line.
When I decided to plug into that matrix.
Convinced myself that I needed to escape this.
Cause I Couldn’t see what I had until it was too late and I lost it!
****.

I keep, I keep, running… running…

I keep, I keep, running… running…

Like a hamster in a wheel.

Overthinking, overthinking…

Till my head implodes.

Look baby I just gots to know.
That you feels like you’se gots to go.
Cause **** ain't optimal,
What can I say?
***** I lost control.
Wait hold the phone.
Forgive the tone.
I'm just emotional.
And I want you home.
Just thought that you should know.
That I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that's as far as my words can go.
Best believe ***** personal.
Cause I hurt more than just your trust; I hurt your soul.
Soul…. Soul…. Soul.

Enormous envious egotistical evil enemy's,
Peering pretentiously penetrating peaceful potent propulsive plots,
Anxiously annoying anti-climaxing answers
Cautiously coldly contemptuous confusing comments,
Tempering tidus torment thy thoughts,
Super superfluous superficial stagnant stories

Thick-muddy roads around some sick cruddy homes.
Drugs flowing in toe by toe.
Water’s running dry or poisoned,
Just waiting for the Vultures to show.
Institutionalized woes, seen in droves.
Internalized hatred making each other foe’s.
Systematic destruction killing everything we know.
But that’s the way it goes,
In the savage lands where people lose their very souls.
We in the savage lands, where things are running foul.
With some not realizing we never really got rid of the white cowl.
I don’t care what you have to say!
Things aren’t ok, ok, ok!
Don’t you see racism is still alive today?
Uh, education? What education?
After 100 years of attempted extermination.
Forcing their indoctrination, lock us up,
Incarceration.
Isolating us from the rest of the population,
What’s that called again?
Alienation!
With missing and murdered indigenous women.
Yet the police take so much longer in their investigations.
Confiscating children out they homes,
Calling it salvation.
It’s like a third world country out here man!
It’s like we living in Damnation!
But that’s just the way it goes,
This is the savage land, where people have lost their very souls.
We in the savage lands, where things are running foul.
With some not realizing we never got rid of the white cowl.
Yeah, so I don’t care what you have to say!
Things aren’t ok, ok, ok!
Don’t you see racism is still alive today?

**** had me torn, **** had me scorned; I'm one of the few people who knows how it feels to have on a crown of thorns. Scars on my hands, scars on my feet, had so many plans but they all are now obsolete. Beaten outwardly and inwardly, never had the liberty to be anything more, just a lamb in a world full of carnivores. I am not a God; I am just a man that constantly gets beaten by a rod. The rod of guilt, the rod of shame, I'm starting to wilt, and I got no one left to blame. Faking smiles while dealing with depression, dead on the inside, and barren outside by all the oppression. Just a frame for the bigger picture, maybe instead of focusing on fame, I should've focused on the scriptures. No I don't want to hear your lecture, not here to be a fisher of men, my structure is fine enough dear sir.

Now in conjunction let’s us say amen, let’s us stop with the pretend, this is our time to amend our past mayhem. Bruises on my skin, bruises on my bones, trying not to tailspin, trying to control my hormones. You don't need Sherlock Holmes to figure this **** out, there is no need to doubt, that it is not fun being treated like an expired trout. Can't you see these scars? Oh yeah that's right you to busy looking at the stars! Scars opened up by unlocking the wrong doors, scars piling up from all the years of being treated like a *****. Scars won by wars, scars from running through the fire, scars from peer pressure, and scars from all the held back tears.

So many scars, feels like I’m not even human, yeah I swear I'm an alien from mars. 'Hey, people have it worse than you', well that may be true, it's all relative until it happens to you! Do you know what I've been through? Do you know what it's like being in an environment of lions, when you're a caribou? That's right you have no clue, the worst thing some of yawl ever faced has been the flu. Where-as there is me, who no one takes the time of day to hear or see. Where-as there is me, the one everyone tried to treat because they thought I was a disease. Where-as there is me, and only me, nothing more than one of those 'natives' or in this case 'Cree'. Can't you see my scars? Were you not listening to these bars? Do I have to drop down on all fours for some exposure? Cause when you need help I am one of the first ones to be your boulder.

They say pain won't last, they say that I can get over it in other ways other than constantly getting smashed. Some say that the forecast will clear, that there is nothing to truly fear except for fear. Some scars don't heal, some leave you with Ptsd and if something sets you off you can relive that pain wheel. I wear my scars like they a badge, not prepared to throw it in the trash. My scars make me who I am, it's just another thing in my program. My scars help me relate with others with the same scars, it helps me realize that I'm not the only one dealing with these scars.

Echoes of ghostly spectres.
Haunted willows trenched in terror.
Smearing smiles with blackened sulphur.
Beckoning all that dare to wonder.

Cast your sins and pray for mercy.
Instead of casting stones like some Pharisee.
Beware the seas when they turn ******.
Trials and tribulations more terrible than Monday’s.

Death the only thing that awaits.
Wondering if you’ll see the pearly gates.
As shadows bubble in the lake.
Creepy music, where monsters wait.

Hook:
They say divided we fall,
United we stand,
In a land of freedom,
Where no one lends a hand!
And, if we stay blinded,
How can we ever learn to understand?

Verse 1:
Grew up in the projects,
Just a subject of circumstances,
Sentenced to a life,
That’ll never be filled with roses.
All I’m left with is the thorns,
Barred from the suburbs, by white picket fences,
And if I ever step out of line,
I’ll end up arrested!
(****)
Heading off to a school,
Filled with metal detectors,
Heading off to a school,
With run-down classroom centres.
With no money for pool water,
With no money for computers,
With no money for highly educated teachers,
With no money for restorative features.

Hook:
They say divided we fall,
United we stand,
In a land of freedom,
Where no one lends a hand!
And, if we stay blinded,
How can we ever learn to understand?

Verse 2:
Grew up in the suburbs,
Where everything is neat and structured,
Sentenced to a life,
That’ll always be pampered.
All I’m left with is whipping my own ***.
Unbarred from no fences, with no issues when venturing upward.
And if I ever step out line,
Honestly, I would be fine.
As I have enough money to escape any fine.
(Haha)
Heading off to a school,
Filled with pocket protectors,
Heading off to a school,
With exceptional classroom centres,
With gigantic swimming quarters.
With top of the line computers,
With the most renowned and qualified teachers,
With enough money to always do renovating features.

Hook:
They say divided we fall,
United we stand,
In a land of freedom,
Where no one lends a hand!
And, if we stay blinded,
How can we ever learn to understand?

I got a concupiscent for her callipygian.
My cupidity to you to be with me is exceedingly.
I'm a cynosure of love.
You are the antidote of my angst.
Your idyllic but hold a suave like grace.
I'm may be hedonistic but that is human nature.
So give me a chance.
You wont regret it; I promise

Draped in the Dior,
Gold diggers treat me like I’m Superman,
But I ain’t their saviour.
Materialism has turned some into caveman’s.
Entitled Karen’s that scream for the manager.
******* unenlightened specimens.
Dimes thinking they diamonds…
Yeah, diamonds from the dollar store.
Don’t look now, Donald Sutherland!
Affairs don’t fair well, at least for the common man.
Where it’ll leave em more down under than an a Australian.
And if a baby come in the picture,
It’ll cost ya just ask Nick Cannon.
Gotta keep that 100 acre wood in check,
& definitely don’t forget to protect ya neck.
Uh…
******* think I’m eeyore,
These ****** named sally;
Don’t know **** outside a seashore.
If they only knew;
I stemmed more hams than Seymour.
I may not understand the matters of the heart,
But I do understand it’s all the same in the dark.
Smell the blood in the water,
Yeah baby I’m the shark.
But before things get to serious,
Like a good old sailor I will depart.
Because I’m A most wanted man, like Phillip Hoffman.
That will never lose their decorum, unlike Roseanne.
Because I’ve witnessed worse ****,
Than x-mans last stand.
******* think I’m ludicrous.
Although I’ve had good chicks and bad chicks,
I believe that the comparison is superfluous.
Also, I’m not that fast nor furious!
But I am on the cusp of greatness,
While others are stuck in stasis.
The same ones whose words,
Are more cheap than Payless.
******* be like Betty Botter,
They be bitter and bother brothers.
That butter em up till they toast.
Should’ve listened to the warnings of my mother.
But it’s hard when you’re pride, not the only thing being stroked.
****, gotta watch out for ***’s and robbers.
Gotta watch out, because consequences have a cost.

My heart used to drift through the winds like petals,
My dreams used to reach the highest castles.
My love used to boil over like a kettle,
So, abundant for someone that was so special.

Where did my fairytale go?
What ever happened to happily ever after?
It’s like I’ve lost my very soul.
It’s like my life has become a natural disaster.

Red used to be the colour of love.
Now it’s been tainted.
With two-half’s out for each other’s blood.
Sour this taste is.
With loyalty forsaken.
Bringing tears to the doves.

My heart once red has now turned black.
Eradicated feelings burned like diesel.
Fulling the fires of heartbroken people.
With Darkened and broken glass pieces.
All that is left of our castles.

Wondering where did my fairytale go?
What ever happened to happily ever after?
It’s like I lost my very soul.
It’s like I’m living a natural disaster.

Sing a song of sixpence,
Drunk off the rye,
Tricked blackbird sentenced,
Skunked, yet overwhelmed with pride.
A drunken fool don’t know better.
A man used to taken licks,
By his own half-cut father.
And was abandoned by his mother,
At the age of six.
Growing up to believe that his value,
Was only worth six cents.
Piling more weight onto the ice,
Wondering when he’ll breakthrough?
Trapped in the ducts,
Because that’s the only time he can vent.
Tried health services once,
But they tried to crucify him like Christ.
Wrong skin tone, so he outta luck!
Left to the vices, let the demons pounce!
Lashing out because the only time people listen,
Is when you’re a risk.

Some folks choose to see the actions,
But ignore the cries.
Need some glasses,
To see how some people are vandalized.
Yet some still stay desensitized.
Death on every block,
Don’t mean ****, till it reaches our lives.

Skipping stones in my lake of memories.
Angling each shot.
Like how my grandpa showed me.
Reflecting on my past.
Thinking about the future.
Skipping stones.
Seeing how far I can get.
Enjoying the silence.
Enjoying the breeze.
That brushes gently across my face.
The colour of leaves blanket the ground.
With these stones skipping over water being the only sound.
Enjoying the moment.
What a great day for a day off.
A day off from stress.
A day off to rest.

Poisonous thorns pricking the finger I was to put a ring on. Thimble that made that beautiful maid tumble. Spinning sowing machine that has brought about fate. Dragons and demons and magic, I don't understand any of it. Just want one thing. One thing that has been taken from me. I want you. I need you. I want a happy ending. I long to be with you the rest of my life. Sleeping beauty how you have subdued me. The women of my dreams, but it also feels as if our love were a fairytale.

Born in a sinkhole,
Where money is made on petrol,
And geckos are plentiful,
So, best hope your names not geico.
This can truly be the life for…
Some.
Hold the beer, bring in the ***.
Thriving prostitution, right under God’s sun.
While the the streets flood with pollution,
Goodbye Captain Planet, end em with a gun.
A travesty that gets spun,
And put under the rug.
Along with other skeletons.
But as long as money flows,
The rich can keep eating beef Wellington.
Where most can’t dare to be themselves,
Like they May Sarton.
For those in poverty are deemed as burdens.
In a land of prosperity,
Yet got homeless people starving.
Sleeping.
In the streets,
If this land belongs to the meek,
Than why don’t they have a seat.
To the table?
Because those with privilege,
Are like Cain to their Abel,
Propaganda in tow,
Turning facts to fables.
It’s like Lao Tsu says:
Those who know do not speak.
And those who speak do not know.
So, how can we grow?
If we don’t water?
When friend turns to foe.
Where grass hides snakes and gaters.
If you want to find evil,
Follow the dough.
And if you want to find the traitor,
Look at who controls the labour.

I did my part, by staying in.
So effective, bored.
It’s a sacrifice.
The soul is very passionate.
The isolating, the flattening.
Foraging coercion.
For Immuno compromised persons!
Stay in your homes.
Prevent the increase in tombstones!
Then pat yourself on the back.
Knowing all the people you have saved!
Staying in, flattening the curve again.
Outcome, only time will tell.
Feeling relieved I’m not the only one!

And the stupidity will **** us all.
Hoarding toilet paper from the aisles.
But no one else can see.
The effects this has on the elderly.

Social distance, social distance, social distance.
Social distance, social distance, social distance.

Oh, there are arrogant *******, not taking this seriously.
But there are others doing their part.
The nurses and doctors have gone mad.
With people taking all their masks.
But when we cure it all,
The faith will be restored,
Who hopes we will be blessed?
We could start over,
Just cover your mouth when you cough!
It’s that simple.
Now there’s time to watch streaming platforms.
Helpfulness, committed.
To doing what I can.
I’m not the only one.

And the stupidity will **** us all.
Hoarding toilet paper from the aisles.
But no one else can see.
The effects this has on the elderly.

Social distance, social distance, social distance.
Social distance, social distance, social distance.

The limits of the research.
The limits of the research.
The limits of the research.

Fake news outlets (social distance)
Only check AHS, for info (social distance)
Your support to fund research would help (social distance)
Can’t stop the spread (social distance)
If you don’t stay home (social distance)
This is a must (social distance)
I’m not the only one.

And the stupidity will **** us all.
Hoarding toilet paper from the aisles.
But no one else can see.
The effects this has on the elderly.
And the stupidity will **** us all.
Hoarding toilet paper from the aisles.
But no one else can see.
The effects this has on the elderly.

The limits of the research.
The limits of the research.

Society a failure in the highest so sad whats going on, death, ******, racism, sexism,etc. Are we supposed to just live and die or is there more to this life? Dumping garbage on 3rd world countries, why don't we just shoot it out into outer space like Futurama. Plastic is going to be the end of us, oil is going to ruin our water, but no one really cares. We just to busy with us, entitled people we have become. Got are head so far up our own *** that we don't see the reality we are living in. Are we destined to destroy one another? Are we destined to live out a monotonous life? I just don't know any more.

I'm just so far gone, let loose on some nuns, loading 45's even though i never ever shot those guns. I tried to let go, I tried to set sail, if i die tonight, can't lie that i probably be in hell. All that prevails is flight, getting lost through the night. Disappearing, lurking through the darkness, man am I even human or am a just a heartless. Heart blacker than coal, I don't think i'll ever be able to turn it into a diamond, no body knows me but they sure as hell know Raymond. What am I even saying, I've just been taken away from the good life, but I'll keep on praying for some savings. I don't got no savings, just brainless, thinking i'll make it, controversy surrounds all the news and constantly getting peddled out on the printing press. Typing for money, writing for something that i'm not to sure about, lost and deserted walking until there is no more route for me to walk about. So i be screaming out, ****** i need help, trying to retain my health but i stick my roots in deep as if I were kelp. Bubbling, tumbling, wondering if it'll ever get better, but for right now man, i'm struggling. Fumbling, their is rumbling coming from my tummy, been stuck like jews in the desert looking for the land that is filled with milk and honey. I know your scarred, i'm scarred to, trying to figure out what i should do. Momentarily stunted as i try to climb this summit, just when i reach the top and everything seems to be great I start to plummet. Now i'm back in the valley trying to find that beautiful sun, but i'm lost, not knowing where to run. So gone, so numb, i swear at my self and say some ugly things at myself because i feel like some bottom feeding ****. Feeling so hopeless, tugging on strings, clinging onto hope, but somewhere along the way I must've let go of that rope. Can anybody hear me, can anybody see me through all the dreary murky debris. So gone, so much weight to bear that I couldn't add on anymore, i've just been used so much that in this very moment I feel like i'm a *****. So broken, so done, feeling as nimble as crumb, so fallen is this man that he doesn't know who he has become. Trying to overcome, as all this calamity as it engulf's me, I believe I can prevail and everything will be undone. I just have to keep on hoping, learning how to cope and so i get myself clean and stop all my pitiful sulking.

Left, right, left,right, we stand to fight, marching on, burden strong, heading on into the night. Waving flags, can we be saved, ravished human beings that we face, what side is right, where is the moral compass, is it for freedom or is it more than that, I don't know so I keep on trudging on into unknown space. Make your strategy, stand your ground, making rounds, shattered hearts, prepare for missiles for they are inbound. Detonate, hesitate, is this really necessary, will this war every end, at this moment things are looking scary. Remember your drills cadets for this is real life now, no time for rest or sleep, just keep on going and wipe off the sweat from your brow. War hinders on the belief that we must extinguish this threat before it takes us out, once your in you can't get out. Battlefields, mind games, will we be the same, will i be able to live with myself because i'm not sure if this is even humane. Pulling me in like a maelstrom, some don't even have a choice, they are forced to defend their country, so that when it's over we can hopefully come back and rejoice. Just keep going left, left, left, right, left, so nervous that I am strained and think my throat is in my chest, I am so bewildered and i'm not thinking straight because I am just so stressed. Keep going soldier, that what they say, that's what they have instilled into my brain, because if we win we'll have everything to gain.

She tell me this isn’t right.
That this isn’t meant to be.
She tells me not tonight.
But it just doesn’t sit well with me.
Just the other day we were happy.
Just the other day we were laughing.
And every time we kiss,
Baby it’s magic.
Like riding a shooting star.
And I don’t want this ride to end.
And I don’t care that your another guys girlfriend.
Alright. Now hear me out.
He’s just not right for you.
Running to my arms because he leaves you black and blue.
I hate seeing the gloom in your eyes.
I hate seeing you in pain.
Seeing you cry.
Seeing you believe your worthless.
When I see you as a Queen.
When I see your eyes glimmer with hope for the future.
If only you knew how special you are.
Girl you are my world.
You’re as precious as diamonds and pearls.
You are so smart.
But believe yourself to be stupid.
But if you could see what I see.
To look into my heart.
To see how big my love is for you.
So, tell me please.
How can our love be wrong?
Why can’t we be together?
Why not tonight?
I just don’t understand.
I don’t see why you stay with him.
I don’t see why you don’t fight back.
I just don’t understand.
I hate seeing you unhappy.
I hate seeing you go in loops.
And I can’t lie.
Every time you run to me.
I feel used.
And that stings.
For you know my kryptonite is you.
I’d die for you.
I’d hold you until you stop crying.
I’d tell you how spectacular you are.
But I guess that’s not enough.
Why can’t I be enough?
What’s wrong with me?
Why can’t I leave.
Why can’t I escape my dream.
Of growing old with you.
Why does love hurt?
Why is this so hard?
To save our love?
To save what we have?
To be happy?
I wanna know.
Oh, I wanna know.
For it doesn’t sit well with me.
When,
Just the other day we were happy.
Just the other day we were laughing.
Just the other day you loved me.
But today is a different story.
But today I’m alone.
But today your gone.

Somber meadows.
Rivers full of tears.
Longing for a halo.  
Blistering winds whispering fears.

Grey sky withers.
Eye sockets eaten out by critters.
With earth that once birthed life,
Now bearing death.

I remember when the birds used to chirp.
I remember when one reaped how they worked.
I remember when Love was forever.
I remember the times we were together.

Why did the grass on the other side, have to look so much better?
Why did our foundation of brick turn into glass?
Why, oh why?
Did our paths sever?
When, oh when?
Did I become so lost?
Why do choices have to have a cost?

Sitting in these somber meadows.
With a river full of tears.
Longing for a halo.
Blistering winds whispering fears.

Being torn apart,
With weights I can’t bear,
Being torn apart,
With you no longer near.