I Outdone the underdone
then I redone the overdone,
underlying was an underdog,
underachieving after overpaid,
overloads I underestimate,
now understanding the overkill,
overall I uncover,
being underhanded had the upper hand.


That's the complex actualized. I watch my back 24/7. The biggest enemy was myself but I keep my enemies closer than my friends. Leave no one behind unless they don't want to be saved. I was searching for some closure. Once I made peace with myself past and present, I was closer to my future...

I'm just a breath away from realizing this **** manifests in anyway, shape or form. I finally make sense out of it as soon as my self image becomes distorted. It's a brand new me with a new outlook on life, another chapter in which every scene becomes freestyle. I freed my mind, now I'm well rested enough to disregard most of the preconceived notions my mind throws at me. I'm ready for war, a fearless soldier now is born. My battle cry is ruthless with no remorse, once I thought outside the box, ****, anything is possible. I'm indestructible to all the ******* that lies at my door. Initiated into what I thought before was a fantasy, listen as I proceed to break it down...

At the height of my career,
Bewildered by the height of my success,
Cornered into giving you the miracle grow,
Didn't I tell you I got the juice for your roots?,
Excellent for thirsty Tiny Tims
Fishing for the Public Eye
Giving them fishy love
Had I seen it coming
I'd catch all the loansharks
Justifying my greed to be noticed at least
Killer clown fish once again in the current
Looking like the many fish in the ocean
Manipulating when I smell blood
Nothing for me to lose I suppose
Openly polluting the tropics
Previously it was the place I called home
Qualified to still return to my anchor
Ready to get off the hook
Still I want some control
Truthfully I never explored the 7 seas
Utilizing other individual's gifts
Virtuoso every so-so, now I think no-no
Wishing to be more consistent
X's & O's goes to my new potential
Yet this school of fish needs a leader
Zen state I've come to master.

I invite myself in as a guest in my own work, pay my debts with the newfound level of respect I have for my work after analyzing where my psyche is in that current place in time. I ask questions that another person might feel is ridiculous to ask, let alone ask yourself anything since people believe that even talking to yourself aloud or in your head is weird enough. I work to be a genius at mastering myself so in order to be that genius, asking questions are a part of the process. Progress will show itself in how I respond to those questions in my next effort if my last effort doesn't touch on it fully, as if it was a rough draft, the final copy isn't better, it's just more mature, more sure of itself. I'm sure of that, so save your questions till I'm done, let's focus on the here and now. Now that we found love, what are we gonna do?

This is written at a moment where I actually don't feel like writing anything at all but journaling your emotional state at the moment is a great way of channeling it and I'd be a fool to turn away towards physicality I know I would later feel guilty about and come to regret. I mean no harm in my words, no harm to the platform in which I am writing, but I will not allow writers block to occur because there's **** I gotta get off my chest and if I keep it there it could beat the **** out of me and **** me slowly. I find my breath slows down, I'm put back at ease from the passion and anger my lower chakra has showcased. My crown chakra has morphed it into words, a prince well on his way to being a king in his temple. GOD is in me, but GOD built this temple and I have no right to refuse that to be the case being that when my judgement was cloudy I judged this all to be my works but worked near to insanity and never had a break. No pride I want in this excerpt but it adds to my credibility to be honest, I may have not told what really caused my anger but I knew how I was feeling. I caught it when it came, may all be at peace. At this rate, water becomes wine of the blood of CHRIST, and blood is thicker than water, I represent the family, I fight for the family as HE died for the family. All is good. All is good. All is good.

I'll never be great if I'm only good at channeling greatness in my right mind, but since two wrongs don't make a right, I might actually be right about what I said but since I was at the wrong place at the wrong time when I said it, I was wrong all along, and I knew I was right from the jump about only speaking when spoken to, but in the aftermath, I felt it only would've been right if I referenced this at the right place at the right time, but since I didn't, it came out wrong and I'm right about that.

Only odds I might've been born against is the things I would eventually grow into, I understand that I'm not growing taller anymore physically but it's like a salary cap kept me from visioning what could be filling up my pockets and indefinitely exceed the increasing cost of living. I know I've illustrated that the potential to grow is always there and that I'm just itching to get there faster as I get older by the day, and also the strength in numbers that represents a team with a bond with hope to unite the community, but I realize that I must implement a salary cap cause unfortunately some of those people I might invest even just time into can shatter those expectations and have me dismissing them as a bust. Wishing to go out with a bang can't correlate with that, plus that gap still has to be filled with some qualified candidate though they more than likely may be filler just there to tide me over to a more permanent fix. It's basically a draft this is into a temp agency I run until I see enough to have me convinced that they can haul enough weight for the long run. At this moment, I'm available to reach 24/7, 365 days, putting in overtime till that 80/20 rule compensates me for this period, don't hesitate to ask, I don't discriminate, I'm always open, leave a message.

I find it funny how Snickers is my favorite candy but I eat Reeses far more often. I believe that since eaten in moderation, Snickers will remain my favorite cause I'll never get tired of it, I'm always sick of Reeses. With all play put aside, I find it hard to apologize to you cause my definition of sorry remains fixated on the type of sorry that means you aren't anything and probably won't amount to anything so I find no purpose in me telling you sorry for saying you were wrong when you actually told me something right that I needed to hear about concerning these sorry motherfuckas that would use me all the time. So since I'm lost with inappropriate context of wordplay, I find it appropriate that silence will be in play for now until I feel that I'm sorry as it pertains to lacking the skill to communicating with others, especially loved ones. And after that, I really will be sorry for the initial problem, and for not saying sorry when the time was right. Better late than never I guess, it's still time to make it right...I'M SORRY.

I hate being called a rapper. I love being a poet because there's things I done already did that I wouldn't be able to get away with if I was a rapper. I'll let you see what those things are, until then, let's just all get along and continue to praise rap as poetry that is your own interpretation and has you feel some type of way. If we're all driven, we should be skilled enough to give the green light to anyone willing to merge in any lane of their choice, just be aware that the fast lane poses caution and conditions illustrate what types of situations these roads or streets will welcome you in shall I say. The road to success is narrow cause there's always accidents, the road back home is faster, cause you tend to fall faster than you rise, so it tends to be more deadly cause this tends to be the path where you let yourself go and all the people you may have ****** over and situations you manipulated begin to resurface and take a toll on your body, instead of it really being a War On Drugs, it's actually a war against your heart in which the tools are already at your disposal for you to destroy yourself, and while you probably spent your time calling out black on black crime, working to **** it, the pistol is now in your hands that you probably were gonna use on yourself in desperate suicide but ended up killing a brother who himself, felt that there was no other way out but to rob another ***** to make a living, and if that failed, he would **** himself too like it was something to die for, and here you go, feeling that the world did you wrong with the cards you were dealt, one hell of a story.

Say, if I could look into the past and pick days in which to pick fights with, I'd feel my life was on the line in every one and come out a champion, be an expert with survival, only losing less than half those days and later have a rematch, eventually being feared by those days by which they never will return, and ones that try to will hesitate to test their odds shall they ever second guess my future days.

The fruits of my labor were my reward for recovering from the vegetative state, eyes on the prize, green was the eye candy that served as the meat and potatoes, want a piece of the pie?, break bread when it doesn't serve as the icing on the cake and feed the children of the corn the beef that's for dinner. All in the family, the power to the people, truth in the eyes of the beholder, the fact is that we don't trust the pigs as they chew not the cud but will eat **** and start **** cause they're simply full of **** and you are what you eat aren't you? No more junk food for me, I'm peachy, pass the mash.

The perfect canvas to construct something with the potential to outshine its surroundings, surrounded by people that have the potential to hate, I love the opportunity. I plan to move no time soon, that is, except for making money moves to expand my playing field and influence. Unmatched by anyone afraid to step up to the match, rise up to the situation, I'm not bragging, I'm just down more than ever to make it happen, one's that are down, keep your head up, I'll set the example, wake up my nation. We're all set up to grow if we know how to root ourselves in our foundation, money trees shall prosper, make it count my *****, it's 4 seasons in which these trees can grow, once the seed is planted, it's a snowball effect unless distractions causes paper to burn holes in your pockets, like adding fuel to fire, put it in a nice safe place if you know what I mean.

Dancing like no one was watching, as the old saying goes, the beat goes on so I put my best foot forward towards change so I'll adapt to it with no resistance. I saved the last dance for you before my favorite record ends and then it's on to something new that'll soon grow on me as time passes. We pass on these genes to the boy that loves to breakdance and the girl that thrives in ballet, perfect cadence with elegance and beauty. They took it a step further I see, So You Think You Can Dance?, if you can't beat em, you minus well join em, one nation under a groove in the name of life.

Humble beginnings gave me sloppy seconds initially until I fought for mine. Put my life on the line to put food on the table for you. The **** end of the stick had us wishing for the silver spoon but it was tougher to squash the beef with it cause when I had enough to keep me comfortable in the past, I was more greedy but ended up broke as dirt and couldn't even afford plastic forks and knives. What's a father to do when he can't enjoy his meal? I had to make forks from clay and learn pottery, at least now I'm very good at working with my hands so still I ask for no handouts. Hand me that W.

How an inferiority complex makes an abundance mentality complicated? I move around to different places searching for that place to call home. Value was misunderstood, worth taken for granted, willing to accept anything that comes your way whether positive or negative. I feel my move to Houston was the best decision I made in years, the life that became all too familiar had me not recognize myself or the struggle I was feeling anymore. I was running in circles around Dallas, dizzy on Loop 12. A stranger to even the simplest things that used to make me laugh but I find when I reached the coast in Galveston, I smiled without much reason or stimulation. All I knew is that clarity is something my gut feeling told me I would find here, so now I participate as a team player and place things bigger than myself. I find that the inferiority complex finds something superior to set my mind on that I never tried since high school, teamwork, except it's not forced by outside forces this time. I still have to run that extra mile and though I've stressed how much teamwork has benefited me before when not putting so much on my back, what's in front of me is an obstacle GOD is testing only me to overcome. My struggle is unique to me from others but it could be summarized easily, trouble and suffering I became addicted too. Bigger things are coming but for now I have to put my head down and work towards it, instead of trying to put my head up and talk my way out of the uncertainty like I know everything. I'm certain that with that, anxiety will diminish, and it'll keep me from making abundance so complicated because naturally it will prevail and become my truth, the truth is what it is, you gotta look no further, overthinking ceases, and people know what's up.